Marzia Servelli [D] vs. Katsumi Oshiro

[CaptainL]

A grimace spread its way across Marzia's face, feeling Katsumi pressing down over her body-to-body. The shudder of the impact was still going through her, and she wasn't in much room to fight back, which only made the weight of her opponent on top of her that much harder to bear. Her brows narrowed, and she could feel a trickle of sweat traveling its way down the side of her neck. But all the same, Marzia was in no mood to hand this one to Katsumi.

"Enough!" she shouted, drawing on the strength to kick up from the ground and shake Katsumi's hands off of her shoulders. Throwing her weight off to the side, she tried as she might to get her away.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Ah!," yelps Katsumi in genuine shock, forced suddenly onto her knee. The referee waves her hands, indicating only a one-count. Katsumi looks at her, then Marzia, and promptly glares. "You're right! I've gone way too easy on you!"

She reaches down to twine her fingers in Marzia's dark hair and suddenly pull, attempting to haul her on up to her feet. She's being none too gentle at this point, frustratedly pulling on those dampened locks. Once they're standing toe to toe, she grabs for the girl's wrist and shoulder, pivots at the hip, and attempts to whip her opponent into the corner turnbuckle!

[CaptainL]

She may have done it herself before, but it didn't mean that Marzia found it any more pleasant when it was now her turn to be dragged up to her feet by the hair, groaning from the sharp pain erupting now from her scalp. "Oww..." she muttered, but she didn't have much time to react, as she felt Katsumi's hand come to rest on her shoulder.

Instantly, then and there, Marzia knew it was time for action. She couldn't just sit by and let Katsumi roll over her like this. Shaking the cobwebs out of her head, she braced herself to act, and in turn took hold of her opponent's shoulder. Before Katsumi could send her running, Marzia instead cast her weight to the side, sending Katsumi back for the opposite turnbuckle instead!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi had plans to blitz Marzia - to bring her down hard and fast, to keep up the pressure, and make sure the new arrival didn't get back up again. At least not for three seconds. And it all started with planting her back into a corner. She knew just from how she'd broken the pin that she'd struggle. She's counting on her being too winded and disoriented to stop her.

Unfortunately for the Punk Princess, she wasn't.

Katsumi yanks on Marzia's arm and attempts to swing the girl into the corner, but instead finds Marzia forcing her momentum to reverse! Swung around, the young grappler finds herself rushing towards the turnbuckle! She gives a startled yelp and manages to spin on her heel, her back slamming into the corner! Her arms fly up over the top ropes, her back arched inwards from the impact!

[CaptainL]

Marzia wasn't going to stop at that, oh no. When she had Katsumi under control, after how much she had proved to be a thorn in her side before, she wouldn't dare let her off easy. If she had an opportunity like this handed to her on a silver platter, of course she was going to take it!

Marzia charged in as soon as she saw Katsumi land against the turnbuckle, intent on punishing the Punk Princess for her petulance. While Katsumi was reeling, Marzia swung her fist straight into her gut as hard as she could.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is reeling from the impact of her back slamming into the turnbuckle, drawing in a hiss of a breath between her teeth. And it's with her back arched inwards that Marzia seems intent to strike - that is, at the worst possible moment for Katsumi. Her fist drills into the pit of her stomach unexpectedly, giving her trim abs no time to flex and defend. Her stomach caves around Marzia's fist, and the Punk Princess, left to her own devices, will fall to her knees, clutching her midsection.

"Gh.. hng..!" Her forehead rests on the mat, eyes squeezed shut.

[CaptainL]

Another hit landed, and Katsumi was slowly but surely being worn down - that Marzia was sure of, at least. Seeing her enemy, the same enemy that had been putting up a good resistance not too long ago, now at her mercy was encouraging for Marzia, making her seem less intimidating, and more vulnerable. Like someone she could handle.

Perhaps too much so, as it was making Marzia get a little cocky - she wanted to press her advantage and see how far she could go while she was ahead. As she leaned in to get her arms around Katsumi to try and get her into a suplex, hoping that she could deal more damage with Katsumi on the ground.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi emits a groan as she's forced to move before her body really wanted to uncurl. She's pulled her to her feet, her dark green eyes opening to very briefly meet her opponent's gaze before being yanked tight under Marzia's arm. Her arm is flung around the girl's neck, a familiar setup she knows all too well. In this condition, taking a hit would be brutal. She needs time! Or better yet, just to not take it at all!

Her leg slips forward, tucking the toned calf behind Marzia's to block the lift. Standing chest to chest with her opponent, her shoulders rising and falling heavily, rapidly with each breath as she pools her strength. Her free hand grips the girl's trunks and she pulls, attempting to heft Marzia up into a reversed suplex! But Marzia wouldn't be going up the entire way. Once her legs are above shoulder level, she'll be turned and lowered just enough to let her thighs hit the ropes and bounce back, adding a tighter whip to the motion before slamming the girl on her back in a slingshot suplex! Should all go according to plan, Marzia will find herself landing near the center of the ring!

[CaptainL]

At last, Marzia's momentum was upended as Katsumi managed to take the lead once again. The Italian girl barely noticed it at first, expecting to witness her opponent's body going flying back over her shoulder and lining her up perfectly for whatever move she had planned next. But when that didn't come, she began to get worried. Katsumi, it seemed, had managed to stop herself in place - and that was just the beginning. The next thing Marzia knew, before she even had a chance to react, Katsumi yanked her up off her feet, drawing a yelp from the tan-skinned brunette. Not only had Katsumi turned her own move on her, though - she was paying it back even harder than before, gaining extra momentum through shooting Marzia off the ropes and back into her clutches!

Marzia hit the mat hard, still reeling from the surprise, and the fact that the blow had been thoroughly felt didn't make things any more pleasant for her. If Katsumi was going to press her advantage, it looked like she had her chance.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi lands on her back with the benefit of a controlled fall, whereas Marzia doesn't have that privilege. The impact is harsh, and Katsumi can feel it reverberating through the ring, shuddering along her back. With a satisfied smile, she turns over onto her hands and knees to look down at her opponent's sprawled body. Her legs tuck under herself, and she suddenly springs at her!

The Punk Princess's body lands flat overtop Marzia's. Her toned stomach presses against her face, her breasts pressed to Marzia's. Her right arm rests over the girl's midsection, her left arm hooking her thigh to draw the leg into the air.

"Count it, ref'! Put'er away!"