The Phoenix and the Punk Princess: Aurora Gonzalez (D) vs. Katsumi Oshiro

[ScylliasExoter]

Aurora was not one to waste a good comeback. She positioned herself behind Katsumi an waited for her to get up. When she did so, Aurora charged and leapt in the air, attempting to nail her in the chest with a missile dropkick. After the impact, Aurora bounced off of Katsumi and flipped, landing on her feet with a flourish for the crowd.

[CyanDimitrik]

Dazed from the impact, Katsumi isn't too quick to get up immediately. The girl rolls over onto all fours, only to spare one hand to lightly touch her head. She gives it a few shakes, tussling her silky blueblack tresses in the process, before gathering herself to a knee. She lifts, doesn't see Aurora in front of her, and turns around-

Oh there she is.

Boots plant against her chest, blasting Katsumi down to the mat hard. She curls back onto her shoulders awkwardly before teetering the remainder of the distance and falling over, facedown, and curling in against herself with a wheeze.

[ScylliasExoter]

Aurora was getting closer, but she knew Katsumi wasn’t ripe for her full on aerial moved yet. Using her (often rare) size advantage, Aurora decided to toss her foe around some more. She stalked behind the curled up Katsumi and wrapped her arms around her stomach.

Aurora tugged Katsumi to her feet and pulled the Japanese woman’s back in close to her chest for a reverse hug. Aurora’s abs were rubbing against Katsumi’s back as the two women struggled. Aurora gained control, wound up her legs, and flung herself and Katsumi backwards with a German suplex. Aurora would try to keep and hold on Katsumi through the suplex and make it a series of 3 suplexes.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi breathes out a strained groan as her midsection is grabbed, pulled up with the Latina's effort. Her arms hook against the offending arms looping her abdominals, feeling the other female tight against her back. But still catching her breath from the previous kick, she doesn't have the strength to muster a solid defense against the grapple. With a squeeze and an, "Unfh-!," Katsumi finds herself whipped back, her head and shoulders colliding with the mat in a hard *BOOM*.

Stunned, she's barely able to process what's happening as the hold remains secure around her stomach, raised a little more limply for the second hit. And indeed, she's slammed down hard against the mat. This time, her arms flop loosely against the canvas, her eyes glazed over, head throbbing and shoulders aching. She offers no resistance as she's hauled up a third time, and- WHAM.

The Punk Princess hits the mat, folded over against herself. If Aurora remains bridged with her, Katsumi rests stacked against her shoulders, eyes closed. If Aurora releases her after the impact, it's only a couple seconds before the Punk Princess's lower half flops to the mat, leaving her body splayed and supine on her back.

[ScylliasExoter]

Aurora felt immensely satisfied after giving Katsumi some comeuppance. She was smiling and let out a slightly sadistic laugh as she kipped up to her feet, eliciting cheers from the crowd. It had cost Aurora dearly when she tried this the first time, but Katsumi looked ready now. La Fénix ran to the ropes, jumped up to the middle rope, and then leapt off of them. To the cheers of the crowd, La Fénix sailed through the air and flipped backwards, pulling her head back and extending her belly out to hopefully come down on Katsumi with a devastating lionsault. If successful, Aurora would lay her chest across Katsumi’s, grab her arms, and go for the pin.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's mind is far away, at a place where there's less spinning, dizziness, and aching pain shooting through her shoulders and neck. The Punk Princess lies sprawled as she tries to work her way through the damage of the rolling suplexes, not quite ready to spring into action just yet. And she pays for that sluggishness when Aurora's belly slams down hard across hers.

"Ungh!"

Katsumi buckles inwards, her abs taking the brunt of the impact without that preparatory tightening. And immediately after, the girl falls limp beneath the Latina, her head lulling aside with eyes shut and mouth left hung open, breathing strained. She feels her opponent clamber over her, changing position to press her chest across her own bosom, her arm pinned on the opposite side.

The referee wastes no time in dropping beside the pair. A hand slaps to the mat. "ONE!"

[ScylliasExoter]

Aurora loved flying through the air and she had a boundless smile on her face as she came down upon Katsumi with the lionsault. BAM! She smashed down onto Katsumi’s torso. Her stomach colliding with her unprepared opponent’s belly. Aurora’s momentum carried her off of Katsumi. She quickly recovered and, seeing her opponent starfished in front of her comatose, began to pin Katsumi. She lay across her in a half-diagonal, half-cross body pin. The two women were breast to breast. Their stomachs heaving against each other with every labored breath. Aurora pressed Katsumi’s arms down as well. Her cheek lay close to Katsumi’s ear as she whispered,“Está terminado.” Aurora was elated as she felt the ref’s hand slap the canvass.

ONE!
TWO!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi seemed fully pinned, a visual feast for the audience to take in. With Aurora lying atop her dominantly and the Punk Princess lying limp under her, everyone counted the pin with each strike of the referee's hand to the mat. Katsumi, meanwhile, was in a foggy world of pain and sensation, everything dulled. The audience barely registers to her, the pin count not sounding clearly for her. What stands out is the warmth of Aurora's skin against hers, the feel of her chest pressing into her, the Latina's weight resting settled upon her. Wrestling has become so ingrained in the punkette's psyche that her reptile brain is registering the fact that she's being pinned down, pressed flat into the mat behind her.

She squirms a little at first during the one-count, one knee weakly steepling and brushing against Aurora's thigh. With the two-count, her head lulls to the side. She doesn't understand the words being whispered to her - but it cuts through the haze like a knife. Just as the referee's hand blazes down to the mat, Katsumi twists and pushes with an arm, arching her shoulder off the mat with a determined cry. "Angh!" It's the most she can do just yet, still mostly lying beneath Aurora.

"No fall! Only two!"

[ScylliasExoter]

Aurora thought she had it in the bag, she realized too late that talking to her opponent probably fired her up. Katsumi forced her shoulder up at the count of two and the match continued. With Katsumi now facing away from her, Aurora decided she needed to wear her down more while recovering herself. Aurora snuggled up on Katsumi from behind and her abs pressed hard against Katsumi’s well toned back. She hooked her arms under Katsumi’s armpits and attempted to interlock them behind her neck to lock Katsumi in a full nelson.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi lets out a soft groan, her body battered at this point and muscles aching. She manages to turn onto her side, braced with an elbow. Her other hand sweeps her hair back out of her face as she collects herself, willing her body to continue the fight. The Punk Princess manages to get onto her knees when she finds herself tangled back against her Latin opponent, feeling her body pressed tightly in behind her. Arms restrained into the air, her head pitched forward, she squirms primarily at the hips in an effort to find some better balance before the pressure saps her too badly!

"Nngh.. couldn't just.. let go.. huh?," she mutters back to her opponent.