L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Elena had to come up with something or else this match was going go to turn into a complete mugging. As Katsumi expertly worked Elena’s core over by applying pressure to it, and slowly ramping it up with unrelenting twists and shudders, she then decided to switch up the offense and rotate both bodies upside down. Elena ended up staring at the light, both arms trapped underneath her opponent’s legs, while the hold on her midsection was still very much locked in and was still doing its damage, slowly but surely to the point Elena was having big trouble just breathing regularly. She had to do something and she had to do it now.

However, Elena had very little move to maneuver as Katsumi expertly positioned her head just a little outside of Elena’s reach. So what Elena had to do was to scoot backwards as much as possible, and then pull one leg up, before trying to mule kick it backwards in hopes it would collide with the top of Katsumi’s head. The angle was very narrow and Elena couldn’t put too much power into it, but it was desperation time and that was really the only escape plan she could muster. Her long legs could play to her advantage though, and grant a temporary escape from Katsumi’s grasp… or at the very least force her opponent to switch up her offense once more and give Elena an opening.

At this point, Katsumi was having some fun getting inventive with submission holds. It felt great to lock the other girl down, to feel her straining with every breath she took, to feel her stomach through the thin material of her singlet clenching with each passing, agonizing moment.

Her bootheels push into the mat, pushing her hips upwards behind Elena's shoulders just to add more strain to the hold along the shoulders for a few seconds before relaxing down again. The referee-girl hovers nearby, waiting to watch for a submission of any kind, or if Elena passes out. This is the gritty part of professional wrestling - the concern that something might go too far and result in injury! But with it being so focused on Elena's stomach, the risk of injury insofar is minimal. Pain, absolutely. Strain, totally. Passing out? Also a chance! But injury? Less likely.

Suddenly, the blonde begins to shimmy down along Katsumi's form! The punkette tries to lock her down, but she gets a bit lower on her chest. A foot raises, and though its an incredibly awkward attempt, the boot batters Katsumi's head!

"Augh!"

She twists to the side and releases Elena, all to roll over onto all fours. One hand is spared to rub her palm against her struck temple.

The pain was absolutely unbearable, Katsumi was feeling as if a train had just ran through her midsection and that was probably what actually happened, albeit in wrestling terms. The brief moment of respite came like a liberation for her, as she took a long deep breath and got some oxygen back into her system before she even attempted anything else. She would then slowly started to rotate her body to the side, the same side Katsumi was on as to keep her eyes set on her opponent.

Despite having a slight advantage, Elena was absolutely battered and exhausted to the point Katsumi was probably going to be the first to stand. So Elena had to act quick if she wanted to maintain the slight lead she had and at the very least get a little extra breathing room. Seeing Katsumi on all four gave her an idea… as she dug way down deep to get everything she had left in her system to spring forward and just collapse with her entire weight over her opponent and delivering a clobbering forearm shot to the back of Katsumi’s neck. Not exactly the most elegant or technically sound move, but realistically that was the only thing Elena could truly pull off the way the match was going at that point.

Katsumi, by this point, was brimming with confidence. She'd chosen her target area, and she was well underway with dismantling it, taking away Elena's ability to fight back. And after that? After Elena is unable to defend herself? Then she can just enjoy things at her own pace, to put Elena through the proverbial wringer. So when Elena looks back at her, she'll be met with a wicked, predatory smile.

Only Katsumi perhaps underestimated Eliza's stamina or determination. She took her eyes off of her for just a second! And then she's suddenly finding the back of her neck clubbed with a brutal forearm, eyes bulging briefly as she's brought down to the mat on her chest. "Gua-!" Surprised and with a fresh bloom of aching pain in her neck, she instinctively attempts to roll over onto her back.

The work Katsumi did on Elena’s belly definitely took its toll on the debutant and it showed in the way Elena was constantly covering up her abdomen with her left arm, with her hand hovering over her midriff. Even though she was able to get a little opening and she did stun her opponent just a little, to the point Katsumi was rolling to the side and seemingly on the defensive, Elena simply had no energy in her to follow up right away. Instead, she attempted to roll to the opposite side and created some separation, trying her best to crawl towards the ropes on the other side of the ring and use them as leverage to slowly, and painfully, work her way back to a vertical stance.

The referee was rather concerned with her state and asked her a few times if she wanted to continue as Elena was working her way back up her feet, to which Elena promptly nodded and claimed she was “fine”. Eventually, after at least 10 to 15 seconds of regrouping, Elena attempted to walk her way back to her opponent, still clutching her battered belly with her left arm. Ideally, she would attempt to hit Katsumi with a forearm shot to the face if she was standing, or to her back if she was kneeling. More realistically, however, given the long time Elena spent recovering, her opponent would probably be already standing and good to go on the offensive again.

Katsumi might have expected a follow-up of some kind, to try to press the advantage. Her body was primed for it, muscles tensed to absorb whatever may have come next. But it didn't come. And when she's able to refocus, she finds Elena has backed away to try to recuperate. This works for her just fine!

The Punk Princess curls back onto her shoulders and nips up to her feet in a single, smooth display of agile prowess. And as Elena predicted, just like that, she's on her feet and ready to meet her opponent again. She wasn't quite expecting the forearm shot to the face, however, rocking her back in recoil. Reaching out to seize onto Elena's shoulder with the left hand, she fires back with a returned forearm of her own from the right! And if it connects, her full intention is to open a barrage of shots to the girl's cheek!

Elena is a spent, but still has some energy left in her. She’s slow in her movements though, and her attempt at hitting Katsumi with a forearm shot is telegraphed and rather easy to avoid. Still, to her surprise, the land actually hits and stuns her opponent momentarily to the point Katsumi recoils back for a moment… but that was just a moment indeed, because soon after Katsumi turns her attention back to Elena and hit her with a forearm of her own, before unloading a series of shots that leaves the debutant stunned.

Three shots are enough to have Elena reeling and dropping to one of her knees. She was supposed to hold her damaged face, but instead all she could do is hold onto her battered stomach as she was kneeling down. Eventually, the further Katsumi ran through her cheek, Elena had no choice but drop ass first to the canvas and lay there staring at the lights, stunned and confused. She had definitely a lot of fight left in her, but she just never could find a true opening to get her moves in and take control… all credits to her opponent Katsumi for truly putting on a show in dominance.

Breathing heavily, Katsumi stands over the stunned form of her opponent. Not quite glowering, but certainly menacing, the Punk Princess doesn't take long in deciding what to do with her next. This match is starting to fire off on impulse and instinct rather than calculated moves; she's comfortable with her lead, with watching her opponent writhe and try to nurse her stomach. She can soak in every moment from here on out, she believes. And soak in it, she will.

Leaning down, she hooks her arms under Elena's shoulders to pull the other girl up to her feet again with a jerk. And the moment she's upright, Katsumi's arms move lower to wrap tight around Elena's waist. Suddenly pulling the blonde in, she centers the other girl's stomach against her own, her forearms biting down hard against Elena's lower back. Katsumi isn't a shredded, brick-hard body type, but her abdominal region is toned, fit, and firm. And that's the surface Elena's stomach is mashed against with each pull, every flex of the punkette's arms. Breasts press tight to breasts, her face centimeters away from Elena's, every inhale pushing her abdominals tight against Elena's belly, every exhale a wash of warmth against the other girl's lips.

Katsumi being spent and out of energy was the perfect opening for Katsumi to follow up on, and she did not waste any time in doing so. She quickly pulled Elena up to her feet, who offered next to no resistance while she was bullied all the way up. Katsumi then wrapped her strong arm around Elena’s firm waist, and locked in a tight bearhug, sinking deep into her sides and starting to apply some real pressure on her already battered belly as the two bodies started grinding against one another, chest to chest, belly to belly. “Mmmmmmphhhhhhhh” Elena complained as she was getting worked in the submission hold.

It was clear this was a move Katsumi was good at, because it was being applied with brutal efficiency. Elena felt as if her body was about to be broken in half any second now, but she had to come up with a counter before it was too late and her tank was truly empty. So she attempted a desperate move, by moving her arms out wide, opening her palms and then… WHACK! Sending both palms colliding hard against Katsumi’s ears. Not exactly an orthodox move… but hopefully enough to ease up the pressure on her belly just a little.

Feeling Elena's body conform against hers in the embrace was always kind of the appeal to a bearhug for Katsumi. Sure, she isn't a juggernaut carved out of marble. It won't be as effective as a hulking powerhouse putting the squeeze on. But there's something so primal, so visceral about it; feeling the opponent's body overwhelmed against your own, feeling their heart beating, their body shift with every squirm, with every desperate inhale. Their abdominal muscles locked against hers, two bodies ground together with only one sustaining through it - it's a show of theatric dominance, and on a deeper level, it's an unspoken communication between the two battlers. Every point connected to the other, from hips, to stomach, to chest, even face to face at times, feeling each other every moment of the struggle. It's euphoric.

It wasn't, however, the ultimate goal. That would be the signature move she was preparing, the belly-to-belly suplex she likes to follow the bearhug with. But her desire to grind Elena down left a bit too much time, and a pair of palms clap against her ears! With a pained yelp and vision instantly blurring, Katsumi releases Elena to stagger back, rocking on her heels.