L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Fortunately, Katsumi has a supple body that's as flexible as she is well-trained. The lean forward, drawing her captive leg closer to her chest is no thing to her, really. The rolling hips brushing against her cause an involuntary inhale, noticeably deeper than the other breaths, causing her chest to rise more dramatically. Her fingers curl, the eyes squeezing a little tighter shut.

The first count went unanswered.

The second count seemed to also go unanswered.

Katsumi was reeling from the slam and squeeze, the double-whammy of sorts forcing her body into a hard reset. Her back was aching, but she was at least able to breathe now. And she'd avoided going unconscious, close as she'd come to it. And more than hearing the shout of "TWO!", it's the rhythmic sensation of the slaps against the mat beside her head that caused her focus to sharpen.

It's a sudden, explosive burst of energy that causes her muscles to twitch and push outwards all at once. he explosion of muscle causes her leg to kick free and land in a tangle with Gabriel's, while her left shoulder jerks up off the mat. "HAAH!"

"Two-count! No pin!," declares the referee.

Katsumi has to take a couple hard breaths to center herself again, letting her back drop to the mat flat again. She tries nudging the knee Gabriel's perched upon upwards, making an effort to unseat her as she collects herself.

"I.. tol'ja.. gonna pin you tonight..," she says, still in her daze.

Gabriel was reluctant to move away. She enjoyed invading Katsumi’s personal space. So, like a beast toying with its toy, she got down on all fours on top of her when Katsumi tried to push her away from her lap.

Knees on either side of her bottom, hands on either side of her head, and with her nose mere centimetres from the princess’s face. She looked like a predator, revealing her intentions with that flushed grin of hers.

“Yeah?” she asked. Her fingers traced, trailed up Katsumi’s skin before reaching her cheeks. She jostled her cheeks teasingly before deciding to squeeze her cheeks between her fingers firmly around her cheeks. “If you manage it, I might give you a prize.”

She lowered her face further, close enough for her breath to brush against the punk’s lips.

“But if not… Try not to let it bruise your ego.”

From there, she gracefully climbed to her feet—first, she’d lower her hips onto Katsumi’s lap—making sure she savoured every moment, every movement, and every curve she coaxed out of her in this little transition—Then straighten up with Katsumi into her hand.

Gabbie wanted to throw her backwards into the corner and apply a boot choke. Because she wanted to give her a breather. But the kind of breather that makes you forget all about the hugging treatment by introducing you to the foot treatment instead.

Spoiler

Gabriel seemed to enjoy playing the... very physical game with her. Katsumi isn't sure what to call it. But she knows what it is when she's being subjected to it. She isn't going to deny that it has some effectiveness in changing the tone of the match, or more particularly, making her less furious about the low blow suffered before. Gabriel is very pretty, she isn't even going to pretend otherwise. But is the blonde trying to be seductive because it's a game? Or because she likes what she sees? Or because she's into what she's seen so far?

It had the benefit of giving her enough time to breathe, her heavy breaths beating against Gabriel's lips in return. And then her cheek is squeezed, pinched even, causing her to glower up at her. That felt like an answer to her previous question - she's toying with her. The only verbal response she gets out of her for the treatment is a quiet growl, at least until she starts to move back.

"Nh.."

It's a small, involuntary sound as Gabriel's hips meet Katsumi's again, reactively pressing upwards beneath her skirt. Internally, she regrets it. Externally, there wasn't going to be any other way she'd react to that from a girl who looks like Gabriel.

She's drawn up to her full height again, pulled along by Gabriel. Her eyes have yet to leave the blonde's, but she's waiting for the right moment. The right opportunity. And when she starts to get pushed back, her body instinctively reacts with hard-earned training. It's a quick step back with the momentum, and the feet plant. Her hand returns the grip on Gabriel's wrist, and Katsumi pivots to reverse irish whip her into the corner instead!

Katsumi will not be taking her time with the follow-up. No aura-farming. No frills. She fully expects Gabriel to hit the corner with her back, not her front, anticipating she has the ring awareness and training to avoid taking the impact chest-first. But Katsumi is pursuing hot on her heels, ready to step up into the lower rope with the left foot and drive her right knee deep into the blonde's abdominal muscles.