Stacy Celestial(D) VS. Katsumi Oshiro

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Stacy's kickout hadn't only impressed the excited crowd, it had clearly impressed her dominant opponent as well. "Of c-course you aren't... done with me... not by a long shot, princess...." Stacy groaned, teasing through the pain.

Stacy's triumph had led to a surge of energy as she managed to move slightly... a surge that was quickly quelled by Katsumi. The rookie felt her arms get pressed behind her back, Katsumi hooking her chin as she threatened to apply real pain. "A... professional, same as you!" Stacy retorted proudly. Stacy knew the position she was in was the beginning of the end, yet it seems as though Katsumi was acting... cautiously? Mercifully? The Starlit gal wasn't sure WHAT exactly was happening, but she thought she got the hint.

"D-Don't hold back... the fans don't want that, I don't want that... I want to see... the real punk princess! Give the fans what they came here to see!" The exhausted Stacy encouraged, despite knowing her inevitable fate at the hands of the girl she had come to deeply admire!

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Holding Stacy locked down against the mat, their limbs entwined, Katsumi craned her neck to keep Stacy's face in her sight. The answer she got at first earned a subtle smile of approval; the rookie might have been smitten on some level, but she was still a fighter. She likes that. But the second part dulls the pleased look off her face into something a little more cautious.

She watches her for a few more tense seconds before taking those bright green eyes away from her to look out at the crowd, then back again. "Then don't you dare tap out to this," she says. "I got something better in mind for you. But this audience is gonna get to hear you scream...!"

The thighs hug Stacy's bicep tighter before pulling back, in tandem with Katsumi arching her back and using Stacy's waist as the fulcrum. The hands pull backwards on the girl's chin, wrenching her head back to complete the double underhook crossface. This isn't what makes it the Yokaidzume - not yet. But even in this phase, Stacy's shoulders would be squeezed close together behind her back, the neck strained with each pull from Katsumi's arms and legs, every time she arches her back.

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Stacy was completely enamored at this point, listening to the crowd roar for the move they knew was coming next. Her heart leapt as the punk princess took a moment to admire the rookie, a smile crossing her face as she panted. Her body simply refused to move at this point, but she was determined to impress Katsumi, determined to show the grit and resilience she had promised herself she would always have!

Stacy enjoyed the feel of Katsumi's strong thighs around her bicep despite the pressure she was in, her mind almost going blank before she was swiftly pulled back to reality by her opponent. Her head pulled back, shoulders squeezed together, the pressure was immense on her already battered figure. "G-Gyaaaah! S-So much strength... mmmph! C-Can't...." She panted, her breath coming to her rapidly once more.

Stacy's mind was a mess of thoughts and pain, but one thought consistently remained at the forefront of her motivation. She had to impress Katsumi. She was lovingly attached to the girl that had dominated her all match, as though belonging in this position with Katsumi was a dream. "Do you give up, do you give up Stacy?" The ref quickly asked, rushing next to her almost as if in pity of the rookie. The crowd waited, most expecting the end... but then, her reply came. "N-No!... I... don't... quit!" Stacy yelled to wild applause from the crowd, clearly earning some fans in her debut as her body was stretched and pressured.

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Katsumi obliged the rookie. Stacy wanted to experience it all, and that's what Katsumi gave. The beginning strains of the hold were enough to make some people submit already; perhaps those less motivated to survive. And when the referee-girl asks Stacy if she gives up, the Punk Princess finds her heart caught in her throat.

Does she? Does she? In this crucial moment, Katsumi's legs pump back again, arching to cause a fresh wave of pain to blister through Stacy's body.

And there it was. Refusal.

Katsumi's heart leaps. She isn't even aware of it, but she's smiling, thrilled at the girl holding on. The audience deserves more, Stacy deserves more, and the rookie's determination gives her the license to give them both! So after Stacy suffers in the hold for a few more excruciating seconds, the knees shift forward and Katsumi rocks her weight onto her hip, turning Stacy over onto her side. The strain in the neck is eased, affording the girl a momentary reprieve as she's just held restrained on the mat.

Katsumi leans her face in closer to her head, and removes her right hand from her neck. The wrist is raised to her lips, and the bites the strap holding her glove in place, tugging it off. With a swing of the head, she casts the glove aside and sets the now bared hand to the girl's cheek to help turn her face closer to her.

"You're impressing the Hell out of me here," she murmurs to her, her voice thick with heavier breaths. "But it's about to get a little worse. I meant what I said - don't tap out. I got something better in mind for you. If you can earn it."

Her hand departs her cheek, trailing downwards to her chin, then coursing fingertips along the front of her neck. The fingers draw lower still, caressing down to the clavicle, then collar bone and on into more dangerous territory. The fingertips brush just at the edge of Stacy's cleavage so generously emphasized with her wrestling top, before deviating more to the side, starting just to graze the swell of her right breast - before suddenly going further to evade the grope altogether.

A tease for the audience.

Possibly even for Stacy.

Ironic as it may be, not groping her opponent is Katsumi's way of respecting her. Of not making the humiliation ritual that is wrestling with her too humiliating.

The full hand finds its place on Stacy's ribs, palm now resting on her skin. It slides lower, inwards, fingertips first feeling over the grooves and indentations of Stacy's abdominal muscles before the hand rubs further over her belly, settling over the girl's bellybutton.

"Ready..?," Katsumi asks more softly.

She gives the other girl just a few more seconds to mentally prepare. Then it's time to inflict the full Yokaidzume. Her legs curl back, her back arches, and her left hand pulls firmly on Stacy's chin, resuming the horrible compression of the shoulders and neckstrain from before. But the additional element comes in immediately after, with Stacy's midsection completely undefended and taut; Katsumi's fingers press tight and clench against the girl's abs with an added stomach claw.

"Now show me you can take it!"

The torture is sustained for several wrenching seconds before Katsumi eases on the hold to give Stacy a couple breaths. Then the stretch and clenching on her stomach resumes for another burst of agony! She alternates between giving the poor girl a couple seconds of reprieve and wrenching, crushing her body rhythmically, the referee-girl close by!

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Stacy was in no position to notice that Katsumi wore a smile on her face, but she could practically sense that the girl was pleased that she had followed ordered, not giving in as many would under the torment she had endured. "I-I'll earn it... from you... Katsumi!" Stacy grunted defiantly again, desperate to please, desperate to earn the approval of Katsumi.

Katsumi's hand roamed softly, teasingly down the rookie's body, just barely touching her cleavage in her sparkling outfit. Then she pulled away, teasing the crowd, and perhaps lesser known to the punk princess, teasing Stacy. Part of her knew it would have been humiliating, especially in her debut, but part of her wanted to belong to Katsumi, to happily be dominated by the incredible princess her mind and body had been so taken by. Still, the rookie enjoyed that soft touch as Katsumi allowed Stacy to brace herself. "R-Ready, please g-go for it!" Stacy encouraged. This time, Stacy felt pain anew, but now her abdominal was clawed, each agonizing second feeling as though it took an hour... followed by brief moments of respite in which Stacy took the time to take deep breaths.

The end was approaching rapidly, Stacy's body simply couldn't take more before it broke, her mind a mess of desperation, needing to please Katsumi, pain shooting through her entire body in the girl's hands. "N-No... I... refuseeeee, a-ahhhhh!" Stacy yelled, her eyes closed, her body in pain, she was at her limit. She managed to keep her voice caught in the back of her throat, but she just had nothing left to hold on with... still, she clung to her desperate need to be Katsumi's stiil in the match as the ref shook her head.

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When it comes to technicians in the ring, when they've been wrestling at a certain level for a while, they start to develop a kinesthetic sense. Much of the time, their bodies are wrapped and tangled with another wrestler's during submission holds. And during those times, there are three significant things they'll notice.

One - the tension in the muscles suddenly giving way as the body slacks, signaling a shutdown. The person has likely passed out from pain, tension, of lack of air to the brain.

Two - tight, tense breaths, the muscles in their opponent flexed, straining. This means the person is still holding on, still struggling, and needs the submission hold to tighten.

Three, and most importantly for here and now - more subtle indications, like muscles trembling, the breathing growing uneven, hands that were clenched suddenly unclenching. This means the person is deeply hurting. They may submit very, very soon, or they may suffer an injury if the pressure maintains at this level.

Katsumi is loving the determination in the other girl, thrilled that she could somehow inspire this level of devotion to suffer and struggle against all odds. The sounds of Stacy's screams fill her ears as much as the arena, cameras flashing rapidly to keep the moment alive forever. Posters will come from this shot, no doubt - with Stacy's face written in pain, Katsumi smiling wickedly over her as she contorts her and punishes her stomach.

But she's starting to feel those telltale signs that Stacy's reaching her limit. The easing down and reapplying the stretch and squeeze may even be more torturous, making it impossible to recuperate while teasing at the idea of having relief if she just submits. But that's not what Katsumi wants. Stacy's held out. Stacy's hung in there. She deserves a breather.

Not without a final burst of strength, though.

Katsumi arches heavily, pulling back with the legs and squeezing hard on the girl's abs. Just three intense, wrenching seconds before she quickly eases the compression in the shoulders and lies her hand flat over her stomach. First, she slides the hand from beneath Stacy's chin to ease the strain in her neck, then the legs release her left bicep. Using the hand on her midsection and Stacy's arm around her waist, Katsumi rolls the girl onto her back to look down at her.

Katsumi's head is mostly silhouetted against the overhead lights, but she flashes her a quick, pleased smile before looking over to the referee-girl. Said ref' is leaning over Stacy to ensure she's not hurt - but it lasts only a moment before Katsumi is shoving her on the shoulder.

"Wake up! She said she submits!"

The referee, surprised at the contact, finds herself sitting on her rear and staring at Katsumi. Then: "She did not! I was right there! I have ears!"

"No you don't, you have bug antannae! I want a human referee!"

"I'm human! And don't push me!"

The argument is taking place right over poor Stacy. But Katsumi's intention is to give the girl a chance to let her muscles relax, if even just a little. Or to possibly even get some entertainment out of the bickering. Katsumi is obviously playing up being rotten in this case.

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Stacy's muscles were simply about to give out, regardless of what her mind and her heart desired. Three more powerful, burning stretches of strength from Katsumi have her in a puddle of agony when suddenly... the hold releases. Stacy knew Katsumi would have more than been aware of how close she was to winning the match as she collapsed onto the mat and was rolled onto her back, looking up at the dominant punk princess.

To Stacy's surprise, Katsumi doesn't immediately put more pressure on Stacy's aching, defeated body... she again bickers to the ref as Stacy thanks her lucky stars, and silently, thanks Katsumi. Stacy didn't know or care if the crowd caught on, but she was... helplessly taken by the punk princess as she writhed on the ground, only able to move slightly and clutch her aching body. "Y=You're... too much...." Stacy managed to laugh softly under her breath. Stacy had zero thoughts of making any significant movement, that was simply no longer possible. She threw her head back, sighing a happy sigh despite her predicament, happy to have been given a moment to recover, and eagerly awaiting the special finale the punk princess had planned.

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"I'm a wrestler! I push people!"

"You push me again, and I'm throwing you out!"

"I'M A WRESTLER, I THROW PEOPLE!"

"NOT THESE PEOPLE!"

"THOSE PEOPLE!," Katsumi yells back, pointing sharply down at Stacy's nose.

"THEN THROW THOSE PEOPLE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"FINE I WILL!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

That should be enough time for Stacy to have relaxed herself again, right?

The audience is growing painfully aware of how badly beaten the rookie is, however. Seeing her lying on the mat, writhing from the punishment and unable to answer the call during the full argument had over her, the ending seems like a foregone conclusion. Even the commentators are saying Katsumi could just cover her for the win.

But that's not how the Punk Princess works. She doesn't end the match until she's done with it. And right now, she's not done. Her hand shoots down to grip a fistful of Stacy's hair near the scalp, fingers entwined with the tomboyish locks of sweaty follicles. Pulling steadily, she guides Stacy up to her feet again, ignoring the referee-girl's yapping rage at more hair-pulling.

The hair is released when both women are on their feet, standing face to face. Katsumi slides her arms around the slightly shorter girl's waist, low enough on her back to entwine just above the curvature of her star-spangled rear. With a little heft, she hoists Stacy just slightly off her feet - or perhaps to the toes of her boots - to hold her body perfectly aligned with her own. Thighs brushing to thighs, hips pressed to hips, the warmth of belly-to-belly, abdominals to abdominals, and breasts snug to breasts.

Katsumi's arms flex, suddenly starting to squeeze against her lower back to focus the pressure into a bearhug. Stacy had endured one before from behind; now she gets to experience it from the front, a considerably more intense, heated embrace. Every few seconds, her arms tighten a little further around her waist, crushing the girl's stomach into her own, flexing her abs into her.

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Everyone agreed that the match should end here. The commentators, the crowd, the ref... but not Katsumi. Stacy was picked up again by her hair, too far gone to eve pretend to protest as she weakly grunted. Their bodies perfectly in line, Stacy felt the warmth and softness of Katsumi's body, despite how fit the girl was. In a different situation, Stacy thought she might just be in heaven, but this was a bear hug.

"K-Kah!" Stacy panted as the air left her body, helpless in the punk princess's strong grip, her stomach crushed against the beautiful girl she was so taken by, her waist snuggly in her opponent's grasp. This was the most intimate, crushing hold Stacy had ever felt, her body weak and nearly limp against the powerful Katsumi. Stacy still refused to give up, perhaps out of sheer stubbornness at this point. "N-Not... quiting...." She stuttered, barely able to draw a breath. The rookie knew that the moment Katsumi let go, she would collapse, yet for the moment, she remained in the match!

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Wrestling's a sweaty business. A high physicality, high energy sport, with nerves at all times running high and having to stay on toes? With the point of contention so often being strength and muscle versus strength and muscle? Heavy lifting being the standard? Sweat starts to build pretty early. But in the literal heat of the moment, it's easy to not notice until long after the final bell has rung. But bearhugging someone always seems to emphasize it. The slick warmth of belly-to-belly contact highlights it with every breath either of them share, every inhale pressing their bodies tighter together, every exhale seeing Katsumi's arms tighten just a little more.

Katsumi's eyes are locked onto hers, watching the girl's tormented expression in the hold. The absolute thrill of the hold is feeling the life squeezed out of the opponent, knowing it's nothing but pure body versus body, midsection versus midsection, the bite of her arms fueling the crushing effort with steady pressure. Every point where their bodies meet further the excitement, especially when it comes to squeezing Stacy in particular - it's a tactile thrill normally, but with her? Knowing it's a girl who seems smitten with her on some level? That the girl wants to feel what she can do, firsthand, as an act of admiration? It brings it to a whole, electrical sensual level, one she's not at all hesitant to share with the tomboy. Breasts pressed into breasts, Katsumi's hips fully pressed into Stacy's.

She doesn't want the girl quietly falling limp, though. She wants the girl to feel each intoxicating moment, and the audience to get a full eyeful of the dominance in progress. Because that's what this is; this is the most physical dominance Katsumi can manifest, outside of the final pin. That, that comes later. But for now, the arms loosen - just enough to let Stacy get a couple breaths while not loose enough to let her position slip or slide from her. Then, the arms suddenly clamp around Stacy's waist and her back arches, hoisting the girl a little further off her feet with the balance of her weight being the crush of abdominals to abdominals, hoping to wrench another scream from her.