Marissa Winters vs. Katsumi Oshiro

[TheManVan]

Pulling in the smaller of the two, Marissa ducked in low to use that momentum against Katsumi to wrap her arms around her waist as she stood up, tossing her opponent over head and onto the mat! Panting out, Marissa managed to turn things in to her favor as she looked over her shoulder to survey the damage. Marissa didn't see the height she got off of the back drop, but it didn't matter.

Now Marissa had the chance to turn things into her favor as she quickly went up to Katsumi.

Grabbing her by the head, and pulling on the hair because that'd be heelish, Marissa attempted to bring Katsumi up to her feet before both of her arms wrapping around the smaller girl. She attempt to give her a tight squeeze before attempting to try and lift her up into the air before twisting around to try and slam her down into the mat for a belly to belly slam!

[CyanDimitrik]

"Ah- aahn!," cries out Katsumi as her hair is grabbed and pulled. Her hands move quickly to Marissa's wrists, hoping to lessen the sting in her scalp if even a little bit. She turns around and follows Marissa's direction closely, her face marked in pain. Thankfully, as soon as she's upright again, her punkishly stylish hair is released.

Unfortunately, Marissa's arms wrap around her slender waist in preparation of her next move. Hugged in tight to Marissa's body, her breasts pressing into the blonde's, her defined stomach against her abs, she exhales puff of air at the squeeze. Hands immediately move to Marissa's shoulders to attempt prying herself loose, but it's not working. Face to face with her captor, she finds herself hoisted, turned, and slammed squarely down against her back in a version of her own finisher!

"Gh-! Nng..."

Katsumi, squeezed and slammed, lies where she's planted, body splayed and vulnerable.

[TheManVan]

Marissa bit her lip as she refused to acknowledge all of the contact between their fronts, it was difficult not since all of it was mashing together. Breasts and stomach squishing against each other due to the tight quarters that she held Katsumi. Despite the close proximities of their faces and the redness in her cheeks, Marissa was determined to win as she twisted to the side and drove Katsumi into the mat.

The slam was two fold, not only with the slam to the mat but with Marissa's weight crashing down on her as well to sandwich her into the mat. May not have been all of her weight but it surely would increase the impact. Getting to her knees as she released the hug, Marissa began to walk backwards, looking to get some distance between her and Katsumi before she started to quickly make her way back to Katsumi.

Both of her legs kicked up as she left the mat, attempting to senton herself right onto the smaller girl and really use the size advantage to her advantage!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi lies supine before Marissa, duly squashed under the heavier girl's slam. The size difference between the two wrestlers wasn't so great as to be a showstopper and she'd been landed on by heavier opponents, but Katsumi definitely felt it. Hell, being landed on by anyone after a slam hurts. So as Marissa gets to her knees, Katsumi is left just lightly panting on the mat before her, chest rising and falling with each breath, and dark green gaze set on the skylights above.

Though she's hurting, her mind is already working again. Marissa just used her finisher on her. But she's not out yet. She knows she's not out yet. She just needs to get her body moving again. But when she does, she should give this blonde girl a feel for how a real belly-to-belly is landed.

"Uhn.." Katsumi works her way up to her elbows before her eyes land on Marissa, presently in the air. Her back lands squarely atop Katsumi's lithe form, forcing the air out of her in a whoosh! She lies back again, her heels kicking against the mat and eyes screwed shut tightly. Given the opportunity, she'll curl inwards, her insides wracked in fresh pain and struggling to get a breath back into her lungs.

[TheManVan]

Marissa was completely ignorant of the fact that Katsumi had a move similar to what she had just done, the belly to belly slam. Regardless she would continue with her attack as she managed to gain the momentum in her side of the match as she left her feet and attempted to squish Katsumi beneath her with the senton splash. Her upper back crashed into Katsumi's chest as Marissa slid off of Katsumi and sat at her side.

"How's that!?"

Smiling out she couldn't help as she hit those two big moves as she thought it was a good time to go for a pin as she spun around. She would ensure that Katsumi was flat on her back before she sprung into action, seating herself on Katsumi's chest before reaching forward to grab on both legs to pull them in, leaning backwards to gain as much leverage as she could over her opponent as she went for her first pin!

"ONE!"

[CyanDimitrik]

"Gh-.. hk..," Katsumi manages, before a couple light coughs as air begins to enter her lungs again. "T-.. terrible.." Even on the receiving end, she's got the sass. But thanks to Marissa pushing her back down, Katsumi isn't going anywhere. Marissa mounts the moderate curvature of her breasts, forcing her to breathe in strain against Marissa's added full weight focused right over her lungs. Her legs are taken and pulled up, her shoulders set firmly to the mat behind her.

The referee wasn't wasting any time with Marissa, dropping in beside the pair to begin the count.

Katsumi's eyes widen in panic, but between Marissa's concentrated weight and the fresh pain still coursing through her frame, she's struggling to immediately fix her situation! The potential of losing her first match in this huge federation flashes through her mind, and knots tighten in her stomach. Fingers curl, arms tense, and legs begin squirming.

"TWO!"

The referee-girl's hand just hits the mat for the two-count when Katsumi's folded form suddenly explodes with a burst of effort, kicking out of the pin and popping a shoulder up to break the pin! The referee raises two fingers, signalling no three-count!

[TheManVan]

Marissa was shoved off of Katsumi as she broke the pin. Although she didn't hit Katsumi with anything that came close to her finishers, it would be wrong to say that the young girl got her hopes up as a quick bout of frustration flashed over her face.

Letting out a snort, she would calm herself down, there was no need for her to get overly angry as she still had the match in her favor. She would grab on to Katsumi's wrist and jerk her up to a seated position as she began tangling herself up with her opponent, wrapping a leg around the waist to lock in the back of Katsumi's leg.

That was only one part of her hold as she attempted to get in an abdominal stretch going, twisting up Katsumi to put all the focus on the abs. Now that she had finally gotten a footing, she was going to do her best to put her moniker of Belly Buster to good use as her hand would fly right down to the stomach and begin squeezing for an abs claw!

"Give you or have your belly turned to mush!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Once freed of the weight on her chest, Katsumi instinctively rolls over onto her left side to gulp in some air. She avoided failure. That was a very real worry, very visceral. She has to get back in this thing and take back control of the match. That was both more fun and productive. Management would be watching. They don't give Pay-Per View matches or title shots to people who lame up their first day.

She looks back at Marissa, who looks duly upset. Yeah, she can relate to her earlier pin. She didn't really expect Marissa, someone in a bigtime federation like this, to stay pinned when she went for it either. But wouldn't that have been impressive? Maybe physically, or athletically, it would have. But the audience would've felt gipped. Can't have that. She's glad the match kept going. Hell, she's glad Marissa's fighting back as hard as she is. Pinning this chick will mean more for her debut match if they see she earned it. So it's with a weird sort of appreciation that she looks at her blonde opponent.

She has to impress these people. She has nowhere else to go, and nothing to go back to. It's this or nothing.

For her trouble, Marissa's suddenly snatched her wrist and yanked her to sit up. In short order, her body is tangled and wrenched to the side, all the pressure placed along her midriff. The more Marissa pulls on Katsumi's body, the more her slender, toned stomach is put on display, shown off to a cheering audience. The Punk Princess lets out a pained cry, her head tipping back, arms attempting to do something to relieve the pressure to no avail.

And then the stomach claw comes in, digging at the girl's unprotected abs. Her screams take up a new pitch, the pain evident not only in her voice, but also on her face and the rapid heaving of her chest. Though every inhale presses her stomach tighter against those clenching fingers, hurting all the more.

The referee girl drops to her knees beside Katsumi's face. "Do you give up?"

"A-.. ahh! N-.. ahh..!" It's not an articulate answer, and Katsumi knows it. She shakes her head wildly instead. That, the referee gets.

Hands balling into fists, her body tensed, Katsumi begins twisting with her hips against the mat. She works her knees against the mat until she finds some level of footing, slowly powering her way up to her feet in the midst of the hold.

[TheManVan]

Marissa was a little rattled, this rush of wrestling and combat was still new to her as the training that she did after being a model was still fresh and eating away at her. It was different from fighting Kyoko, someone who smothered her with offense and continued beating on Marissa. But yet as different as that fight and the one she was in with Katsumi, Marissa knew that there was something that both of them had. She didn't know what, but she assumed it to be experience from working on other leagues before hand.

Even now as Marissa had her locked in this hold that twisted her body and a handful of her stomach that she squeezed, looking to force Katsumi to submit. When she was training, Marissa knew of the horrid knots that she would get thrown into and how dishearting it was to be denied any sort of movement.

She'd hoped to do the same back to Katsumi.

However, her opponent refused to give in and even moreso continued to try and make her way to her feet. Meaning that Marissa wasn't putting enough effort into her hold, trying to weight down Katsumi as much as she could, forcing on the arm to twist her harder and squeezing harder on the stomach, trying to break her down!

[CyanDimitrik]

"Aaahhn!," cries Katsumi, working through the pain. On a girl with tighter, more etched abs, this might have been easier to endure. But that doesn't apply to Katsumi. She has definition and tone, not something that'll hold up to continued, extreme abuse. This increase in pressure sees Katsumi's ascent paused, her breathing a pained wheeze just edging on whimper with each exhale. She's been put through submission holds before, including the abdominal stretch and stomach claw - never one that combined an abdominal stretch with a stomach claw. And Marissa is pouring on the strain of the stretch and the grip on her abs with seeming reckless abandon, like she wanted this match over now.

God, it hurts.

"Do you submit?"

"Aahh..!"

The crowd is on their feet, waiting to see if this is where the new face gives in and Marissa begins a winning streak. A fresh squeeze on her stomach wrenches another pained cry from the girl. "Aaahhh, no!" She shakes her head viciously. "No!"

Her legs tremble a little, then tense, the smooth, toned muscle through her arms and legs flexing as she suddenly twists in an attempt to hiptoss Marissa off of herself and down to the mat!