Su Yumi vs. Kasumi Oshiro, Purple and Punk!

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With Katsumi totally laid out, Yumi found herself the perfect opportunity to land a devastating blow! She had already taken a high-flying hit from her opponent, now it was time dish one out in return. The energetic Chinese fighter quickly rolled over and pushed up to her feet, taking a moment to pull on Katsumi's leg as she did to make sure she was lying flat, before raising her arms to signal to the crowd that she was about to attempt a big move!

The crowd roared, buoying up Yumi's spirit and getting her all fired up and ready! She took a deep breath, then leapt into the air! Throwing her head backwards, Yumi would attempt to backflip through the air, before opening up her body and stretching out to land a powerful Moonsault Press right down upon Katsumi's belly, hoping to knock all the wind out of her punk opponent!

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"Guh...," Katsumi groans in her daze. The steepled leg is taken and extended out, the limb suitably limp for the endeavor. And once released, the Punk Princess is content to continue collecting herself on the mat as long as Su Yumi is down for playing the crowd. She can rally her defense in the meantime, surely she's going to try climbing the ropes, hitting a ropeshoot, whatever.

Listening to the audience roar doesn't bother her too much tonight, even if it's for the other girl. She's gotten used to the boos, the hisses, the jeers. Heck, she plays into it, leans into it. It's fun to rile them up, and it feels energizing to command a response out of them. But right now, she just needs to collect herself. Su Yumi's been an odd opponent. The bearhug, she should've been meaner with. It was totally hers to turn into the Shutdown signature, to possibly even seal the match. But she just had to try to be nice and make things right with the other girl.

And here she is. Lying on the mat, panting. Her gaze rests at half-mast, vivid green eyes peering through a veil of criminally-long lashes.

The ring shudders a bit. She only has long enough to spot the shape of a body unfurling above her. Then Su Yumi's weight slams down against her. Bare belly crashed to bare belly, unprotected stomach flattened beneath Yumi's midsection. "Aagh!" Katsumi's limbs spasm upwards at the point of impact before falling flat to the mat again, her eyes falling shut. Her chest rises and falls heavily, a light tremble to her breath. Each inhale presses her stomach up against Yumi's, but otherwise, she simply lies crossways beneath her, abs under abs.

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The crushing moonsault elicited a cheer from the crowd, who loved to see Yumi show off her athleticism by utterly dominating her opponent. They let out a collective cry as Yumi crashed right into Katsumi's belly and crushed every last bit of air from the punk babe. The impact shocked Yumi though, stunning her for just a second. She needed to take a moment to recover, but she was in obviously better shape than her opponent.

"Hah... Got you now!" Yumi said, pushing up and grabbing Katsumi's leg to hook it for the pin. The referee rushed over, beginning the count.

"One!"

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Katsumi was in no position to complain or counter-argue the point. It looked like Su Yumi really did have her. The feel of the other girl's stomach bearing down hard against hers as she continue to lie there felt immeasurable, albeit not entirely unwelcome. She loved the fight, the struggle for dominance, and pins involving this kind of body contact were her favorite. They always felt more... assertive. Appropriate somehow. And as Yumi propped herself up and hooked the punkette's limp leg into the air, the visual isn't lost on the audience.

Katsumi's head rests turned aside, her arms splayed to either side, fully aware that she's being pinned with nothing she could do about it. Her stomach struggled to rise with each breath under Yumi, sweaty skin pressing to sweaty skin, the warmth not lost on her.

"Two!," counts the referee, slapping the mat beside the pair again. The arm raises...

"Ungh!" Katsumi's elevated leg tenses and lashes, her hips bucking up with the motion to kick out of the pin. In the process, she twists enough to raise a shoulder off the mat before coming to rest flat on its surface again, now staring up at the skylights as she pants, chest rising and falling noticeably.

"Only a two-count!," announces the official.

"You... wish...," she finally replies to Yumi between breaths.

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With that moonsault press, Yumi thought she had Katsumi finished. Though it was short, her opponent had fought well enough, only making the mistake of getting too distracted by her own arousal. Even though Katsumi had a pretty sour attitude at the start of the match, she had proven to be a decent opponent. The purple-haired girl let held her breath as the referee's hand came down, ready for the third count.

"Ah!" suddenly Katsumi came.to life, kicking up hard and breaking the pin! Yumi's eyes widened as she got forced to roll off her opponent, looking at the referee in disbelief as the ref showed she only reached a count of two. Shaking her head, Yumi refused to accept this, getting up as quickly as she could to try and finish Katsumi off.

"Still got some fight left in you?" Yumi said, "We'll see how long that lasts!" She bent down, grabbing Katsumi's arm and lifting her up to her feet as well. Yumi would immediately throw Katsumi out towards the ropes, hoping to make her bounce off and come right back at her. The Chinese girl would brace herself, getting ready to launch a crushing move! When Katsumi came running back, Yumi would leap up into the air, throwing out one leg in a wide arc to land a huge heel kick right onto Katsumi's jaw! It was her spectacular finisher, the Starward Sword!

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Katsumi struggles to find a response to the question. Not because her mind is elsewhere, or she's not mentally equipped to handle a retort; rather, she's focusing on her breathing, recuperating from the impact. When Su Yumi's weight is lifted off of her, she rolls over onto her side, eyes shutting for just a moment. Though outwardly she appears docile and wounded, on the inside, her mind is racing, seeking an opportunity, an opening.

Her arm is taken with little resistance, and the punkette lifts to her feet as bid. Pulled in and whipped, gold-soled boots thump across the mat to edge of the ring, pivoting on heel to stretch the ropes out against her bare back. They snap forward, launching her seemingly right at Yumi's expecting finish! But the stance - it doesn't seem to indicate a tackle, or a clothesline. She didn't chase her, she'd planted herself. And so, Katsumi makes an instinct-fueled gamble and tucks into a roll.

It pays off in spades.

She tumbles smoothly beneath what would've been a devastating hit, only to lift to her full height behind her. As she whirls on her left heel, the right cocks into the air, the knee angled as if to deliver a kick to the torso. But the actual trajectory comes in much higher, snapping a hard question mark kick aimed for Yumi's head. One finisher met with Katsumi's signature, the Heartbreaker.

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Yumi fired off her kick with the expectation that she would be able to finish Katsumi in a single flashy blow. She sent her heel arching upwards, aiming to strike the punk girl's jaw and totally clean her clocks! Imagine her surprise when the kick totally whiffed, sending Yumi into an uncontrolled spin that nearly threw off her balance. She had to take a moment to catch herself before her momentum sent her tumbling, giving Katsumi the opening she needed to land a brutal counter-strike!

"GUH!" Yumi gasped when the kick struck her in the cheek. The crowd roared at this development, the spectacular exchange of kicks really getting them going! Yumi was already off balance with her kick whiffing, this blow really sealed the deal, knocking the senses out of Yumi as her head got snapped to the side, the Chinese fighter swaying for a moment before falling backwards, landing with a dull thud onto the mats!

"Ohhh..." Yumi groaned. She wasn't knocked out, but the kick did leave her stunned and vulnerable. No doubt Katsumi had some pretty intense moves in mind in retaliation for the punishment Yumi inflicted upon her moments earlier!

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The momentum of the Heartbreaker kick sees Katsumi finishing a half-spin. With Su Yumi dead on her feet behind her, the Punk Princess smirks at the audience and brings her hands together in a heart sign. Right in time for the Chinese wrestler to hit the mat in a daze. Even as rotten as she's been, the spectacle is enough to earn cheers throughout the arena, the smug punkette soaking it all in.

Turning to face her once more, Katsumi leans down to grab her by the wrists and pull her up to her feet - or at least her knees, she'd be fine dragging her a little further from the ropes in whatever way is necessary! She just needs room! But once in position, then she occupies her efforts with yanking Su Yumi on up to her feet. One arm hooks over her shoulder, the other arm between Yumi's legs. With a heft and torque, she aims to swing the girl into the air in a sudden, controlled sidelong flip as she drops to a kneel. The ultimate destination of poor Yumi's lower back is to land square across her upturned knee in a clean tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

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Clocked in the head by Katsumi's Heartbreaker, Yumi could only lie on her back groaning in pain. She was only beginning to come to when Katsumi turned her attention back to her after a moment of showboating, getting ready to set up another move on the beleaguered Chinese athlete. Yumi let out a low groan as Katsumi grabbed her by her arms, forcefully tugging her up to her knees. Yumi was nowhere near ready to fully get back up yet, nevermind attempt to fight back. But Katsumi was having none of it, grabbing Yumi and giving her a powerful yank to bring her up standing.

"Ooohhhh..." Yumi groaned, swaying on her feet. Katsumi didn't let go of her, keeping her standing as she set up for a big move. The punk girl grabbed Yumi between her legs, lifting Yumi all the way up into the air in an.impressive display of power!

"Uwaaaah!" Yumi wailed as she got held upside down for a moment, shown off by Katsumi. Then, she came crashing down, her back slamming hard against Katsumi's knee! The audience let out a groan of appreciation, many of them wincing in sympathy for the purple-haired athlete after watching her bend in that brutal backbreaker. For Yumi's part, all she could do was gasp and groan in pain, stuck on top of Katsumi's knee all bent backwards, her entire body feeling paralyzed with pain after that harsh blow!

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BAM.

Yumi's lower back meets Katsumi's raised knee in a devastatingly painful impact, and Katsumi couldn't be happier about that. Not only for the fact that that had to be horrible to endure, but she fully intends to give the girl the full treatment of the Shutdown signature move she was trying to set up earlier with the bearhug! The girl having a weakened back would make it so much easier.

Katsumi's arm slides up between Su Yumi's legs until her hand rests there on her hips, a few fingers hooking between her legs to secure her lower body in position. On the opposite side, her other hand sets beneath her chin to force her head to remain down. Both hands push inwards, bowing the girl backwards over the knee in a backbreaker rack hold, trying to get the top of Yumi's head to touch the mat. Every bit of increased pressure and inch of ground gained sees Katsumi's chest lowering a little further towards her stomach.