Stacy Celestial(D) VS. Katsumi Oshiro

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Stacy was giving it absolutely everything she had. She had to impress Katsumi, she had to show that she wasn't just a pretty face. "Hnnng... y-you're... mine, punk princess!" She yelled. It worked, to Stacy's delight and slight surprise, it worked! The hold was locked in, and she had managed to grab the upperhand!

Stacy couldn't help but smile as she pressured Katsumi's neck, locking in the side head lock and successfully pulling the punk princess back to her feet! "Y-You're mine now!" Stacy yelled as she fought hard to keep the hold locked in. Her strength was draining, and she knew she couldn't hold out forever against the stronger Katsumi. "I won't... let you go!" Stacy yelled again, though her strength was clearly slipping, her core having taken a lot of punishment earlier in the match!

[CyanDimitrik]

Something about the earnestness in Stacy's attempts, the things she says, comes off incredibly endearing. She reminds her quite a bit of earlier opponents she had, during the start of her career. Hell, she reminds her a little of herself when she was just starting out; all gusto, all declarative, purely in love with the sport itself. She doesn't know if Stacy is an actual rookie to the ring, but she's enjoying grappling with her a little more with each exchange they have.

Not that she's going to go sweet on her in the middle of the ring! That'd cheapen the whole thing!

Now on her feet, her head ground into the lock and the somewhat soft squish of the side of Stacy's breast with her cheek, Katsumi's weight shifts frequently to struggle with the other girl. Finally, her stance widens to try to force the two a little bit lower, knees bending. The arm around Stacy's waist hugs just a little tighter, reaffirming her secure hold on Stacy. The hand that was resting on her stomach now reaches low, hooking beneath the girl's far leg to try to hook the knee.

If she can juuuust manage it, Katsumi tries to pool her strength for an explosive effort, pushing up and hoisting Stacy into the air! Back arching, she'll come down with her on the mat with a hard back suplex counter, leading with Stacy back-first!

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Stacy is fighting for her life against Katsumi. This is what she has always been born to do. To wrestle greats, to test herself in LAW made her feel more alive than she ever had, even when Katsumi had had complete control. Stacy could feel the punk princess widen her stance, slide her grip lower, and press tightly against the celestial star, but she kept her grip locked in, making it last as long as she could possibly manage.

Finally, it happened. Stacy's eyes widened as her grip weakened, feeling Katsumi use her strength to hoist Stacy off her feat, tossing her down hard in an impressive suplex counter, back first. Stacy was now nearly SEEING stars as much as she felt she was one. "G-Gah! T-Too... strong...." Stacy moaned, holding her back as she squirmed, unable to do anything but writhe in pain at the hands of Katsumi and her impressive suplex!

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The ring shudders with a BANG under their combined weight impacting the mat, and the audience pops for the spectacle of athleticism!

Katsumi quickly spins around to face Stacy, now perched on hands and knees. Once more, she clearly hears what the other girl says about her. It could be considered a sort of bemoaning her situation, but with everything else she's been saying, it feels more like a compliment. A sincere one. Maybe Stacy wasn't just saying things to get out of being squeezed?

Her head tilts slightly, taking just a second to process the sight of Stacy's lithe, toned body suffering in the aftershock of the suplex. Then a smile follows - wickedly predatory, thoroughly enjoying the moment. She crawls closer to her, just enough to reach a hand out and grip a fistful of her hair near the scalp. Pulling on her hair, she leads Stacy up to her full height again, standing toe to toe. She grabs for the girl's left wrist and shoulder, and with a torque at the hip, she slings the other girl towards the turnbuckle in an irish whip!

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Stacy was certainly not bemoaning her situation, she was slowly becoming obsessed with the punk princess. Her skill, her strength, her body, her attitude... Stacy loved it, though she wasn't crazy about the pain as she continued to rub her aching back.

Katsumi was clearly enjoying her time with Stacy, too, her eyes that of a predator as she approached her foe once more. Stacy bit her lip as she was pulled by her hair back to a standing position, unable to resist the punk princess as they stood toe to toe. Her body was again held so firmly by Kasumi, and then things went from bad to worse for the rookie as she was irish whipped into the turnbuckle! "G-Gnnnh!" Stacy panted, unable to protect herself other than to turn around, her aching back bouncing off the turnbuckle as she slid down into the corner, completely at Kasumi's mercy once more!

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Adrenaline pumps, Katsumi starting to let herself really feel the flow and get into a rhythm. And when she sees Stacy's back slam into the turnbuckle and slide down, vulnerable, the smile widens in excitement.

"I said to leave the hair alone!," barks the referee-girl.

Katsumi responds by lifting an open palm to the official's face, as if tuning her out. Because that's exactly what she's doing. This is about her and the star-speckled beauty slumped in the corner. Nothing else exists in this world but the two of them and the audience roaring for more gladiatorial combat between the them, aching for the spectacle of dominance and submission.

Suddenly, Katsumi is a blur of forward movement, legs pumping in a full sprint racing across the mat to Stacy. The final few feet of distance are covered with a leap, angling her hips forward to slam heavily against Stacy's chest. Her hands grip onto the middle ropes at either side to catch herself in this 'seated' position, her legs hooking the lower ropes as she rests mounted just above the swell of Stacy's breasts.

It's definitely not a move Katsumi uses often. Normally she might have ran across with a facewash, but tonight, this girl earned something a little special. A little more risk for a little more reward.

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"S-Stop... annoying... Kasumi...." Stacy mumbled in a daze. She wasn't able to focus on much at all, but a part of her hated to share Kasumi's attention. She wanted the world to be just the two of them, this match, no interruptions. A sort of needy she had never felt before.

The crowd was loving the match, and Stacy took solace in that fact. She had kept the crowd's attention with her resilience, despite her clear struggle to handle the impressive punk princess. Stacy managed to get her eyes to focus just enough to watch Katsumi break into a sprint! Her head and back throbbing, she could do nothing but helplessly wait for the impact, which quickly came as she felt herself crushed by Katsumi's hips as they bounced off her chest.

Stacy felt as though she were special to get to watch Katsumi hit her pose on the ropes. "Y-You're... a goddess...." she mumbled in pain, slumped in the corner, again admiring the closeness of her beautiful opponent. Stacy was in a happy, yet painful daze. Stacy doubted she could find a way back into this match, but as much as she lamented her pain, she looked forward to the beautiful finish.

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Katsumi heard that. She couldn't process it. It hit too many right notes. It sang to her on too sublime a pitch. It couldn't be ignored, but it couldn't stop her. She couldn't even speak. It felt like it would ruin the moment. She's never been so lavished in praise from a girl she was hurting, a girl she was potentially embarrassing in the ring.

But Stacy hardly seemed embarrassed. It seemed to be that this was just the way of things. It's a wrestling match. Someone was going to get humbled, while someone else took the glory. She didn't assume Stacy was out, but... a blind person could see who's in the solid lead in this ring tonight.

Her words and composure won't be met with a verbal response. But Katsumi does give it something. While essentially seated on the other girl, legs hooked on the ropes, she tilts her head to look down towards Stacy's face framed widely between her thighs. Her left hand leaves the rope to reach low, touching Stacy's chin to angle her face up a little higher to her.

A flash of a coy, confident smile. An acknowledgment. No more doubting the girl's veracity. Somehow, someway, Katsumi has accepted that Stacy's become enamored with her. She's into it. And the best way she knows to show that in the squared circle is to continue wrestling with her.

Just as the referee stomps her way over to fume about the ropes, Katsumi detangles herself from the ropes. Leaning down, she takes Stacy by the ankles of her boots and drags her out of the corner across the mat, an unceremonious display of control. And once the two are a little further from the corner, Katsumi lets the ankles go and circles to Stacy's side.

She drops to her knees. Then she drops herself across the other girl, lying stomach across stomach with her. She hooks an arm around Stacy's thigh, pulling the limb into the air and a bit sideways. The pin isn't exactly a technical lockdown, but basic. Confident. Relying more on the simple weight of her body lying crossways over Stacy's, and taking away the lower leverage with the leghook.

Her head tilts to look over her shoulder towards Stacy's face; she doesn't expect to pin her down here and now. She expects the other girl to kick out. To prove she's still resilient, still determined to hang in there. And in the meantime, Katsumi can subtly indulge a little in the feel of Stacy's toned stomach beneath her own. It always feels more primal going stomach to stomach, core to core in a pin.

The referee-girl drops to her knee beside the pair, hand raised. It swings down to strike the mat...

"ONE!"

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To Stacy, this was far from humiliation. Sure, the match wasn't going exactly as she could have hoped, nor as she had expected given her constant beaming confidence and excitement, but this was her dream. Finally getting her shot in LAW, facing such an impressive girl as the punk princess... to her, there was certainly no shame in her position, rather it inspired her to keep going.

Finally, Stacy was dragged out of the corner and close to the center of the ring. Katsumi locked in a basic pin, using her weight and her strength to cover Stacy with the hook of her leg. Stacy was in a world of pain, and furthermore outright exhausted from fighting back against Katsumi's constant aggression. At the ref's count of one... Stacy knew she had to resist.

"TWO"

Stacy refused to give up her, she wasn't going down, not yet. Stacy summoned everything she had, pushing core to core against the dominant Katsumi, and just managed to kick out before the the count! "N-Not... yet..." Stacy panted in exhaustion as the crowd cheered her effort

[CyanDimitrik]

There's something about the way the muscles tense up that always tells a seasoned veteran when someone is about to try to kick out. Everything tightens up like a springcoil. And it's another reason Katsumi likes going belly-to-belly over an opponent, feeling their core tighten beneath her, signaling they haven't given up the fight yet. Because in the end, Katsumi doesn't want to steal a win. She wants to dominate the other girl. She wants the other girl to know she's been beaten. So any struggling is minute - if anything at all.

The kickout comes after the two-count. Katsumi lifts onto her knees, looking down at Stacy with subtle approval.

"Atta girl...," she murmurs to her. "I'm not done with you."

Her hands set to Stacy's hip and shoulder, pulling on her to roll her over onto her chest. Then the Punk Princess skips herself over to her opposite side and grabs onto her left arm, slotting the bicep between her thighs tightly. She then leans sideways across Stacy's back, snagging her right arm to tuck behind her waist. Both of the arms, now isolated and stretched backwards. Katsumi reaches in to hook her hands beneath the other girl's chin, getting all the pieces moved into place to put some real pain in the rookie.

"Tell me somethin', sweetpea," she says in English. "Are you new to professional wrestling? Or are you a transfer from another federation?"

Katsumi is perhaps too socially daft to realize what she said might come across as insulting. But the question is genuine, and with purpose. To wit, although the submission hold has been locked into place, Katsumi isn't pulling on any of the areas yet. Her legs haven't curled back to wrench the left arm, she hasn't leaned back to wrench the right arm, and she's not yet pulling on Stacy's chin to arch her neck. What Stacy says to her matters.

The audience, on the other hand, were cheering for Stacy's revival from the pin. But they all recognize the setup to Katsumi's finisher, the Yokaidzume. They know there's a stall. They don't know why. But they're eager to see the struggle soon to commence.