Bikini Beach Match! Sienna Smith vs. Katsumi Oshiro

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Katsumi's brain was too rattled to really mount a defense. She was Sienna's plaything - at least for a moment. She couldn't even focus on that yet. So their legs tangle, and the audience gets to watch Sienna work her lips up Katsumi's bare skin. Even with her mind fogged, her breathing hastens, each inhale pushing her stomach against Sienna's face a little more, followed by the curve of her breasts pressing in when she gets high enough. But by that point, the haze is starting to lift, and the life is returning to Katsumi's dark green eyes.

"Nh.. wha-..," she stammers, breathless as her senses are overwhelmed with the sensual contact. Her body is betraying her, arching upwards to press herself a little tighter to her opponent, and not in a resisting way. Her heart is pounding, her head turning away from Sienna, eyes squeezing shut. Her fingers curl into fists, but she seems to lack the strength to fight back.

"S-stop...!"

Hips push to hips, stomach to stomach, breasts to breasts, subtle shudders running through the punkette. Her hair flutters as the referee slaps the mat beside her head for the first count. And in an instant, she realizes she can't fight free. Thanks to that teasing combined with the battering her body has already endured, she's helpless in the hold. "Let go..!"

The hand raises and strikes the mat again. "TWO..!"

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Sienna was poised to pick up the win. She had the Punk Princess bikini-clad and grapevined beneath her. The pin was locked in and accompanied by plenty of neck kisses and bodily contact to keep the poor bluenette at bay. But just before the two count, Sienna would hear Katumi's genuine protests and respond by letting out a concerned "Awwwwww"

After the referee's hand slapped the mat a second time, it was clear to see that Kat had her drive and spirit debilitated. A win here in this way would go beyond simple teasing and mischief. Sienna had aimed to tease and embarrass, not discourage and demotivate. With this in mind, the ebony diva would dismiss the hold by planting her palms and feel on the canvas and slowly rising up. She'd look down with a miffed expression before grabbing hold of Katsumi and to try and pull her back up to a vertical base.

Sienna would then lean into Oshiro. After getting almost nose to nose with the woman she had challenged, she'd begin to lecture.

"Now listen you! Sienna will do many things to you. I know I'm a flirt. I know I'm a tease, and yeah I can be a bit of a jerk. But one thing that I will never be is a bully!"

Sienna would pat Katsumi's cheek before trying to finish up.

"You got that? I'll beat you. But I'm not gonna try to make you give up wrestling me or anyone else. Get your head back in the game, girl! You know...take your mind off it again." Sienna finished with a wink and the hope that Kat would get her head on straight, hopefully without too much confusion as to why Smith chose not to pick up the win just now.

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Katsumi is so certain she's being pinned. God, this sucks. She's going down, looking like a bitch, while being teased on top of it. And there isn't anything she can do about it. Her willingness to push Sienna off has diminished too much. If she weren't restraining her, her arms might have even been around the dark-skinned girl at this point. She really doesn't like to think about that, but she really was helpless.

The hell is the matter with her?

Suddenly, the pressure is relieved from her body. "Ah-.. ah..?," is all the punkette can vocalize. Her chest heaves with labored pants, her eyes open to glassy greens. And with her brain still trying to process, she's dragged up to her full height again. Sienna has once more invaded her space, and so much of what she says sounds like whale noises. Is.. Sienna trying to encourage her? The actual fuck is going on today!?

"Did.. you just.. what!?"

That's not a happy sound.

"Bitch, I don't want your charity!" Her right hand raises and swings in, aiming to strike her palm against Sienna's cheek. She doesn't usual slap, but dammit, she feels beyond disrespected, and at the end of the day, Katsumi Oshiro is totally a girl. "I'm not gonna let these people think you just let me win!"

In her mind, that's how it must seem now. She was ready to be put away. Now when Katsumi beats her, everyone will say it's because Sienna went easy on her! Being pinned would've been better!

Katsumi aims to bring the slapping hand in reverse for a backhand to add punctuation to the remark, but in that moment, her mind catches up with just how much of a battering and beating she's endured. Her muscles are completely sore. She's sluggish. She's tired. She's hurting. Maybe thinking Katsumi would just beat her now was a bit presumptuous. Whether or not her ebon opponent avoids the sensual torture now, the benefits of its use before are still in full effect. She's practically been her opponent's punching bag.

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Sienna's compassion was taken as disrespect! Despite doing what she thought was helping, Smith only fed into the notion that she was taking Kat lightly! And that was made painfully aware to her when The Punkette's backhand swept cleanly across her cheek! Sienna's pretty head darted to the side after taking the blow! The sounds of the smack echoed through the arena. The audience would react with a collective "OOOOHHHHH!" and Sienna would be forced a step back before holding her face to try and get the taste back into her mouth. The green bikini-clad girl would take a second to step towards her foe. Her own toned frame was accentuated by her sweat and the sunlight that reflected off of her ebony frame. Sienna certainly had some wear on her, but she smiled with confidence. This girl could still go!

The brunette would blink in surprise. She'd then placed a finger on her chin and her free hand on her hip. After giving it thought for just a second, Sienna came to a conclusion.

"Hmmmm....you know....you're right!" She'd declare before reaching forward with both hands. Smith would place both hands on each side of Katsumi's face. She'd attempt to pull the Japanese wrestler in headfirst to plant a big kiss on the girl's lips! Had things gone Sienna's way, the audience would react with whistles and cheers, galore! While hype filled the arena, there was no doubt that bewilderment would fill Katsumi's head! And that was something that the challenger was keen on taking advantage of!

"MWWWWWAH~!"

After three or four seconds of liplocking, Sienna would pull Kat's head in between her strong thighs! She'd wrap her arms around the slightly smaller wrestler's waist and begin trying to lift her into an upsidedown position to prep her foe for her finisher: a Jumping Sitout Piledriver! If Sienna managed to get Kat in position, she'd prompt the pale beauty.

"You earned this loss, right Kat!?"

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Katsumi's frame is shaking with equal parts outrage and frustration, seething through clenched teeth, dark green eyes burning on her opponent in the wake of that slap. A well-earned slap at that, she'd say! She'd been getting groped, molested, and teased the entire afternoon, and it has to come to an end! On top of that, the disrespect in treating her as though she weren't a threat! Now she's going to have to go twice as far in beating up Sienna to prove to the audience that she earned her victory!

Hands clap to either side of her face. She's yanked in. Her hands raise in protest. "Mn-!"

She's kissed. The fingers splay in shock, and the arms slowly, gradually lower. Finally, they hang at either side, Katsumi's mind muted and body on autopilot. Her heart pounds in her chest, and though she isn't kissing back, she's no longer resisting. Her spirit's been crushed. She just can't anymore.

The kiss breaks, and Katsumi wobble on her feet not unlike a Mortal Kombat character readied to be finished. Sienna guides her head low, her trim stomach is wrapped in arms, and she's hefted into the air. The bikini-clad Katsumi is ramrod straight at first, but her hand move eventually to Sienna's thighs as if to brace herself. Her legs drape back over Sienna's shoulders.

Her predicament snaps to the forefront of her mind. "A-.. ah..! AH! No..!," she squeaks. Her body visibly tenses, her stomach pushing harder and faster against Sienna's arms as her breathing suddenly hastens into a panicked hyperventilating.

Professional wrestling is a violent sport. People get beaten up all the time; in fact, you don't win if you don't hurt your foe. But Katsumi has some trust issues. The idea of being rendered unconscious and completely at the mercy of someone you're fighting legitimately terrifies her. Piledrivers are notorious for having serious impact, and they have this bad habit of knocking people out. Given she doesn't trust Sienna whatsoever, what with how she's behaved during the match, she's.. well, visibly petrified; petrified enough to plead.

"S-Sienna, don't..! Please..!"

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Sienna had Kat in the palm of her hands, or in a more metaphorical sense, she had the Punkette suspended upside down with her warm, toned thighs pressed firmly around Oshiro's head. After blindsiding her foe with a kiss, a gesture made even more surprising by the fact that Smith went for it immediately after being backhanded, the ever-confident ebony beauty snatched up Katsumi and prepared herself to finish the girl off! If was Katsumi's open challenge and Sienna's stipulation. Oshiro knew what she was in for - what Sienna was bringing to this match! But just before Sienna could jump up, just as those slender pale legs bent over her shoulders, she'd feel and hear Katsumi's shift in demeanor.

With the roars of the crowd audience echoing out and hype building, many wouldn't pick up on the genuine dread that Kat was feeling. Her stillness communicated much to Sienna. Most wrestlers that found themselves being set up for a Piledriver, of all moves, would move with some level of urgency, yet the Punk Princess didn't flail or kick. Perhaps even more concerning than that was the fact that a woman with her usual spunk, sass, and mouthiness was pleading. Sienna had no way of knowing about Kat's phobia of being knocked out, and even if she did, she had no tangible incentive to care. But as Smith's previous words to her foe suggested, she was empathetic.

"Too late for that!" The tanned middleweight would yell as she jumped up and spread her legs with the intention of spiking Kat into the canvas headfirst!

But at the apex of her jump, Sienna would lift Katsumi slightly and tighten her grip on the girl's waist. She'd put her legs together and nearly completely cushion the blow and protect Kat's head from being spiked into the ring. The sudden shift was subtle enough that it would go unnoticed to most. And despite this protective measure, Smith would play it off as if she hit the move legitly! She'd lay her foe's bikini-clad frame on the mat. With Kat's head between her thighs, Sienna would opt to straddle and scoot up to park her plump posterior on the girl's head for a Reverse Facesit Pin! As she did so, she'd such that Oshiro could hear her over the cheers, but she'd try to be discreet.

"Stay down and play it off! We've gotta make it convincing!" Smith would say as she opted to pin Kat in a rather suggestive manner, a manner that was completely expected of her. If Katsumi obeyed, Sienna would flex both her biceps as the referee began the count! If she were able to earn a three count, Sienna would slowly rise and place her bare foot on the Punkette's chest. With a hand on her hip, she'd raise a hand to her face and snicker mischievously. The display of dominance in the form of a victory pose would excite the crowd and Sienna's theme music would play to confirm/celebrate the win.

"I'll be backstage, hun." Sienna would say to Oshiro with a smile before taking her leave.

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Katsumi can't think straight. Too much has happened. She's been beaten up, teased, terrified... Katsumi's a mess. And when Sienna threatens to carry on with the finisher and hops, Katsumi lets out a shriek. It cuts off sharply when the impact with the mat is made.

She's still conscious. Holy crap, Sienna faked it out? Her heart is in her throat, her eyes wide and unblinking. Then they quickly snap shut. She doesn't need to be told to roll with it. She's meant to be out and unconscious. She was spared. She'll go with it. She doesn't care if she somehow would've rallied and maintained consciousness, Sienna - freaking bitch that she is - did her a favor. Put up another tally for the mindgames running this entire match.

A rear plants at Katsumi's face, and she hates it. Teeth are gritting, now to force herself to keep from shoving her off and to the side. It's not just a matter of disrespect, but come on! Hello, gross! Thankfully the three-count goes quickly.

"One! Two! THREE!"

Then she only has to put up with the knowledge that Sienna's bare foot is on her, the ebony woman no doubt preening and gloating. Ugh.

She heard what she had to say, but she stays dutifully unconscious. The idea is to remain that way until Sienna has left the ring, or at least for long enough to've had to 'come to'. The punkette has no idea what Sienna could possibly want with her backstage, if not to just gloat more. She'll find out, though, she's sure.

The girl takes a deep breath, then twists over onto the side. "Mnh.." She shakes her head and runs a hand through her choppy, sweaty hair. She crawls to the edge of the ring and slinks out from beneath the bottom rope, the bikini-clad punk slinking away to what passes as their backstage area on the beach; head down, shoulders slouched, weathering the jeers and taunts of the audience.

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Sienna was keeping up appearances, but perhaps what pained Kat the most was the fact that Smith would have acted the same way even if she committed to the Piledriver. There was no real reason to believe otherwise. The two had been trying to one-up each other with feats of dominance and cockiness from their very first meeting. After the way things turned out tonight, it only made sense for Katsumi to solemnly collect herself before shuffling her feet out of the ring and towards the backstage area. Sienna imaged that the Punkette was eager to change out of that silly bikini and just go home. A genuine heel would snatch up an interview from the production crew and boast about the win, making sure to raise their voice particularly loudly as their downtrodden opponent slinked by.

But contrary to the front she put on in the ring, Smith wasn't keen on going that route. Not with Kat. Not after what just happened.

"Hey..." Sienna said in a soft tone whilst placing a hand on Kat's back. She had taken her place around a corner and waited for Oshiro to walk by.

"Easy, easy! I'm not here to gloat." She'd say in anticipation of a jumpy response.

"I wanted to ask....are you ok? You seemed like you were in some genuine distress out there." Sienna spoke in a much more genuine, warmer voice than she had been using in their heated little rivalry. At some point, a line had been crossed and the cocky ebony vixen chose to drop the bravado. Of course, she was prepared to face any and all skepticism. Sienna had more than earned her share after that match.

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This would be a date that went down in Katsumi's history as one she hated. She was humiliated in the worst way possible since joining the federation - the way that she'd been horrified that she'd have to endure since joining. Moreover, she couldn't even turn things around to make her point that she's better than that - that she has to be taken seriously. That last part was beaten down even a little further due to the fakeout pin. She wants the day to end and for everyone else to just forget about it.

The young punkette is skulking in what LAW considers its backstage area, intent on changing out of the bikini and maybe never wearing one again. Suddenly, there's a hand on her back and a somewhat familiar voice. Sienna was right to assume the defensive, as Katsumi wheels around on heel with a fist cocked and raised, eyes bleary and burning. She's not happy.

The fist remains in the air, white-knuckled, and Katsumi's breathing visibly accelerates. Her adrenaline is rising, but perhaps odd for her, she doesn't let it sail. As the seconds tick by and Sienna fills the void with what would seem like concern, Katsumi would appear to get more and more upset; more upset than angry. She's suddenly a burst of motion, issuing light shoulder-shoves at the dark-skinned woman.

"N-No, I'm not alright! I was just- you just- that was-!," she struggles with giving voice to the violating experience. "I came here to fight! Not-.. not what-..!" She still can't say it, but the pushes continue to pelt at the other female's frame. There isn't any force behind them to speak of, other than the hurt fueling the action. But the energy very quickly burns out, leaving the Japanese girl to slouch where she stands, save for a few shakes in her frame. In a quieter voice, she concludes a defeated, "You won't get it."

Her hands move to cover her face, shoulders hunching. "I-is it the piledriver you're asking about? Can't you just.. leave it alone?" Sienna is the last person she wants to allow herself to be vulnerable around.

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"Oh! The piledriver! Ok ok, I get you. We don't ever have to talk about it again, ok?" Sienna would say while very carefully approaching Kat. She tried to reach for the girl's shoulder to massage them - to relax them. There were all sorts of signs of overwhelming panic, perhaps even trauma. From body language to tone, Katsumi personified the image of a frenzied woman in the middle of losing her mind.

"All that stuff I did out there. It's bravado....I mean, I'm all for putting a hot young upstart in her place, emphasis on hot." The bikini-clad victor would say with a raised eyebrow. "But I never wanted to devastate you or break your spirit...not....not in the way I did towards the end, there."

The cocky diva would try to be real and open with Katsumi. Though the situation hadn't unfurled quite the way she expected, she couldn't bear the thought of mentally or emotionally haunting or crippling a promising star like this. Not unless Smith truly felt they had it coming. Sienna wasn't above teasing, playfully bullying, or lewding this woman to her heart's content, but there were lines even she wouldn't cross. If Kat was receptive to Sienna's words and to her touch, the brunette middleweight would try to make eye contact with her and open her arms to offer a hug.