Anna Nova vs Katsumi Oshiro; Punk Princess and Masochist Domination

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna hears Katsumi's grunt of pain and hopes she isn't too hurt as she continues her assault. But as she goes for the third shoulder tackle, Anna feels her shoulder get grabbed as she is forced into the corner back first. She smiles a bit as she sees Katsumi smiling slightly, knowing that she got the message. But that smile soon fades from Anna's face as her stomach gets hammered.

"G-Gahhh! T-There you go, thats the fighter I wanna go against" Anna said quiet enough again so only Katsumi could hear it. She would continue to grunt out in pain as Katsumi continued her relentless assault on Anna's stomach, causing her to soon fall in the corner, sitting and resting against the bottom turnbuckle. Anna was breathing heavily as she looked up at Katsumi, wondering what the Punk Princess had in store for her next while she is defenseless and trying to recover a bit of energy.

[CyanDimitrik]

Feeling at liberty to wrestle with a clear conscience is perfect for her. Because Katsumi's idea of a clear conscience may not exactly line up with most other people's. If it's Anna's intention to know her, she's likely about to get s bit more familiar!

Watching her sink into the corner, Katsumi leans down. Hooking one hand beneath her chin, the other seizing the back of her head, the Punk Princess leads her out onto hands and knees a few crawling paces before turning her around to the ropes and bracing her neck against the middle cable.

All set up, Katsumi dashes away in a sprint! She pivots to hit the opposite ropes with her back, stretching the cables against her frame before rocketing forward. And suddenly, she springs forward, legs spread to semi-mount the back of her neck! If successful, the rope guillotine move brings her weight to bear down on her, pressing her throat into the ropes for a temporary, but sharp choke before rebounding off and taking a step back.

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna panted hard as she rested against the bottom turnbuckle, her eyes fixated on Katsumi, watching her lean over some. Soon she felt the Punk Princess grab her chin and the back of her head, forcing her to walk on her hands and knees for a bit before getting propped up on the middle rope, her neck right against it. Anna then heard Katsumi start to sprint away from her, only to take and rebound off the ropes and rush at her.

Anna wasn't sure what was about to happen to her, so she tried to sit up some, but as she did, Katsumi took and leaped up, somewhat mounting Anna's neck, causing her neck to get slammed into the middle rope! Anna gagged as she fell to the mat, her hands holding her throat as she once again was gasping for air at Katsumi's feet. Thankfully, she was right next to the ropes, So Anna was able to roll to the outside, make some separation between the two as she rested, kneeling at ringside.

[CyanDimitrik]

The referee is immediately at Katsumi's side, fussing at her. But at this point, Katsumi is paying her very little mind. Her palm finds its way onto the poor referee-girl's face, and with a stiff shove, she pushes her back a few steps. Now, without a yappy pin-striped girl getting in the way, she can admire her handiwork.

The smile returns, and the Punk Princess sprints forward, only to drop in a baseball slide. Grabbing the bottom rope as she passes it, she uses it to control her trajectory and smoothly slither right out of the ring and to the padded floor surrounding it. Reaching down, she once again grabs for the fetching girl's head to lift her to her full height, and promptly shove her back against the edge of the ring to arch her body forward, presenting her.

"One!"

Katsumi continues pressing under Anna's chin to tighten the arch in her spine, using her own body as the fulcrum, standing stomach-to-stomach with her.

"Two!"

The pressure eases, Katsumi wanting to get a little sass in edgewise. "Havin' fun yet, senorita?," she teases.

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna looks down at the padded floor, massaging her neck some as she catches her breath. But in her time of recovery, she failed to notice that Katsumi had slid out of the ring and is now standing right in front of her. Anna's head looked up, her eyes meeting the emerald eyes of her opponent. She winces a bit as she feels her hair tugged, being slowly pulled up until she is fully on her feet.

The ref began her count as Katsumi began to press under Anna chin, forcing her to arch her back as she was pressed against the edge of the ring. She felt her stomach get pressed against Katsumi's stomach as she was stretched more and more. Soon she would smile a bit as she heard Katsumi's teasing.

"Three!"

"Q-Quite...a bit of fun...actually~" Anna teased back some, trying to figure out what she could do in her position. Only one idea came to mind and Anna wanted to try it out With Katsumi's body pressed against her, Anna would try and bring her legs up, wanting to try and wrap her legs around Katsumi's waist. If successful, Anna would then try to push Katsumi's hand away so that she could lean in close and try to get Katsumi into a guillotine choke.

[CyanDimitrik]

Not that the punkette would openly admit it - at least here and now - but she's rather enjoying pressing into the other girl, cinching her against the ring, clenched body to body. It's the visceral sort of wrestling that appeals to her, raw physicality, strength against strength, a struggle for dominance - and against an attractive opponent, one that likes her. It warms the dark little cockles of her heart in a unique way.

"If pain is something you're into," begins Katsumi, breathing having grown heavier in the match, "then I just might be the girl of your dreams."

"Four!"

Her head tilts forward to suddenly, teasingly, rub her nose against Anna's. Button nose to button nose. She's back to having fun.

Legs suddenly hook around her waist, cinching on the already slender girl. "Nnh!" Her hands withdraw to move to her thighs, only to find her head captured, pulled forward under her arm in a guillotine. Her arms immediately lock around Anna's waist, and she steps back from the ring, carrying her away from it to blindly stumble.

"Five!"

Turning, she blindly staggers towards the crowd barricade, hoping to slam Anna's back against it!

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna's enjoyment of this match had grown the more the two of them clashed. Getting to feel Katsumi press against her as they struggled for dominance over the other. Even if neither of them put out the open challenge, Anna was so happy to not only have brawled with Katsumi, but also get to know her on a deeper level.

"I-I welcome pain, s-so maybe you are" Anna whispered to Katsumi. "W-W-We could...see afterwards if you want" Anna did not resist as Katsumi leaned in and nuzzled her nose against her own. In fact, she returned the feeling by rubbing her nose right back.

"B-But until this match ends, let's keep going at eachother with everything we got!" Anna sounded extra excited as she successfully locked in the guillotine choke, wrenching Katsumi's neck under her arm. Slowly Katsumi began to wander away from ringside, allowing Anna to use her weight a bit more.

"Seven!"

One thing Anna failed to notice was that Katsumi had blindly wandered to the crowd barricade, and with one swift swing, Anna was slammed into the steel barricade, immediately releasing the hold and falling to the padded floor.

"Eight!"

[CyanDimitrik]

The hold released, Katsumi drops to a knee, coughing, one hand at her neck. The audience just on the other side of the barricade are slapping its surface, urging Anna to rise and fight back, while others are urging Katsumi to continue the aggression. But the only sound she hears at the moment is the counting referee. It's too close!

She lifts to her full height, looking down at Anna. She could get back in the ring and leave her there - win via DQ. But there's no shot that's what she wants. She wants the intriguing Hispanic girl lying under her, dominated. Not for malicious reasons, but rather the thrill of the contest. To see who's on top. Their first outing together, ending in one conquering the other in front of a crowd of millions and immortalized on video. That's what she wants. Not a cheap win, but to conquer her.

"Nine!"

She moves back to the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope - only to promptly roll right back out to force the referee to restart the count.

"Oh, come on!," shouts the referee-girl. "Take it inside!"

"You take it inside! Your butt!," sasses Katsumi, turned to the referee briefly.

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna groaned as she landed on the padded floor next to Katsumi, holding her aide with one hand and her head with the other. She couldn't move much hearing the ref reach the count of nine. Knowing she couldn't make it back before the count of 10, Anna laid there and accepted that she would probably be counted out.

But in reality, Kaysumi had returned to the ring and rolled back out, restarting the count. A small smile grew on Anna's face. She would reach for the barricade, using it to help her get back to her feet.

"You could've just won there, but you didn't. I respect that...a lot" Anna said sincerely as she pushed off the barricade, standing on her own as Katsumi had her back to her. Anna took and slowly approached Katsumi from behind, grabbing her shoulder and her shorts.

"I appreciate what you did, now let's keep going" Anna smirked as she took and tried to throw Katsumi into the same barricade she was slammed into.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Huh?" Katsumi's head turns when her narrow shoulder is grabbed, as well as the hip of her trunks. "Aaah!" While she's glad to hear someone respects her - her! - she's more occupied with the sudden bodily fling! Her stomach impacts the barricade, doubling over the padded surface and dangling there. "G-guh.." The girl, glammed up as she is, is left hanging helplessly vulnerable. Her head and arms dangling on the side of the audience, her perky rear and legs draped on the side of the ring.

While Katsumi rests there, the audience takes the opportunity to touch a wrestler! With all the pageantry, the violence, the aplomb, it's like putting hands on a demigod! Despite having flipped off the majority of them at the opening of the match, she's receiving a myriad of well-wishing pats upon her sweating back.