Patrice Juillet (D) vs Katsumi Oshiro - There's A New Showgirl In Town?

[Jaystar]

Admittedly, managing to kick our from the sudden, and surprisingly strong pin that Katsumi had come up with wasn't as easy as Patrice might had expected. The impact itself hadn't been that devastating... While of course, it was very effective with shooting pain through the blonde's body, and incapacitating her for a moment, the really tricky part turned out to be the quick and simple, yet strong and effective hold that the punkette placed her opponent in for the count.

For a moment, Trice actually experienced a brief scare that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't actually going to manage kicking out of this one? Katsumi's bridging pin not only allowed the black-haired girl to leverage her core and leg strength, which must had been pretty considerable, but also the way her hands were pressing against Trice's thighs and stomach felt very dominant too... Really, it felt like Katsumi had taken control. Like the Backdrop Suplex had earned her the rights to own Trice's body.

Still, the French Actress never became convinced that simply this would quite cut it though. The connection that she felt with the Punk Princess clearly told that suddenly losing like this would not had made any sense. This couldn't have been the end. If anything, this was going to be just the beginning.

So, it was no surprise that the blonde managed to kick out in the last second. Truthfully, Trice couldn't be sure whether she had actually achieved it all by herself, or whether there had been any desire from the woman playing her opposite to ensure that the blonde managed to do so... But it must had looked like an awesome spot regardless.

What she was sure of though was that the words she subsequently uttered out of her mouth were certainly not going to come as a surprise for the punkette. If anything, she already knew their message even without hearing them. Which, she actually might not even could have, considering the roar that the crowds had already erupted by now.

Katsumi was going to make sure that Trice could hear her following words though. While pigtails were cute, they also provided opportunities for opponents. Like for Katsumi, making it clear that her ruthless heel -mode was certainly taking over. At least for the visuals, that was.

Trice could feel the punkette descending on top of her, starting by taking control over her both arms and locking them in place. It was actually quite a curious feeling at first, especially the sensation of getting her left arm stuck and gently squeezed by the Japanese girl's thighs... An excellent way to make her own limbs feel weaker. The French girl was getting increasingly eager to find out what her foe was up to... But could also already guess that it would turn out to be quite a painful experience as well.

Her suspicions got confirmed as Katsumi even took care of whisperingly warning her against tapping out, or submitting in some other way... That would have been utterly needless without severe pain incoming. On the other hand, Patrice became almost a little bit offended by the punkette's almost excessive care for the blonde's well-being, even in the spirit of two showgirls battling it out... Like, she wasn't going to need any mercy from her, no matter the circumstances.

On the other hand, Trice couldn't actually tell if the Punk Princess was even serious. With the way her limbs were trapped, she couldn't even figure out a way to pinch her, not to say anything about tapping. "Wasn't planning to..." was the blunt, quietly voiced matter-of-fact response escaping from the blonde's lips, before the sudden arching backwards earned a pretty decent cry of pain escaping from the lips of the actress.

The pained expression on Trice's face was genuine. This hold wasn't fun - but she could tell why Katsumi was doing it. Not only did it give herself a good opportunity to punish her opponent, but the sight of her stretched bust also provided some exceptional fanservice for the crowds and hungry lenses of the cameras. Yes, Trice could appreciate this as Katsumi's own little devious way of guaranteeing the French girl's popularity in LAW, and leaving the audience hungry for seeing more of her in future matches.

[CyanDimitrik]

If only it were that simple.

Katsumi debuted with this fiendish hold against Marissa - a girl who avowed herself to be the belly-buster, having a strong core, herself, and targeting the core of her opponents. Knowing that about her opponent sparked Katsumi's vindictive side, and lead directly to developing a torturous move on the fly; a move Patrice would soon experience, herself.

She isn't wrong, though. The classic Rings of Saturn hold would be doing a great job of showing off the good whilst their bodies intertwine. And Katsumi had every intention to play off of that, as well. Same as with Marissa. Her denying the fans their tawdry demands has been a staple in Katsumi's career since that very debut. And while she's enjoying wrenching back on her lovely blonde opponent and savoring the dominant position upon her, there's a little... fun to be had. And she'd hate to let her think this was all there was to it.

As she pulls beneath Patrice's chin, she begins to gather it more and more towards the crook of her left elbow. This tilts Trice back further, cinching her lower back at a tighter angle, but also turns her body out a little more. That latter detail is quite important - she needs that body to work with! Her right hand finally slips the hold, first sliding down to wrap around her swan-like, arched neck, as if about to add a choke to the hold. But soon, the hand slides down further, fingers finding the grooves of her collarbone, and trailing lower still down to the chest. And just as her palm begins to explore the swell of her right breast, the hand diverts further aside to the girl's ribs.

The audience has mostly been cheering for Trice to hold out or break free, to not give in. Sure, there's a certain subset who's ravenously encouraging Katsumi to break the pretty doll in half. But there's a smaller portion still who might be heard booing at the obvious tease. No breast-groping for them!

That is not the final destination, however. Her hand lifts from the ribs to her face, biting off the strap holding her glove in place. And with a flick, it's discarded! She wants to feel everything she's about to do. And immediately after, Patrice will feel Katsumi's warm palm against the curve of her waist, sliding down until it finds her stomach. Fingers sift and search, feeling out the taut abdomen of her rival until finding her bellybutton, and her palm soon overtakes it, settled upon the pit of her stomach. She gives it a couple seconds to let the sensation settle... before the fingers suddenly clamp, seizing onto Patrice's abdominal muscles in a clenching squeeze.

In tandem, Katsumi leans back to add a hard arch against the spine, straining the girl's neck and compressing the shoulderblades in the process. This is the Yokaidzume. The "Monster Claw".

[Jaystar]

OK, saying that the hold wasn't fun might had been a little bit of an understatement. Or even quite a bit. It was pretty painful. And getting increasingly painful by the second. Patrice was quite an adept wrestler, but she certainly didn't have all that elaborate or sophisticated tehnique in the end... Not at least in the way Katsumi was setting this hold up for her blonde victim. Trice could appreciate her skills... But also felt a hint of envy inside.

The theme that still very much prevailed was the Punk Princess maintaining control. The French Actress could feel her body being totally at the punkette's disposal, bent to exactly the kind of positions that she wished to. This certainly was not just an act. And the torment that was increasingly evident on her face was no acting. But there was also an increasing share of fear present... The blonde could tell that the Japanese girl was still planning to go for something more - but with her hand wandering all over her neck, chest, ribs and belly, she was keeping the suspense high... What was she going to go for? A choke? A squeeze of her breast? A punch to her ribs? Or... Her nails digging into the front side of her core, in similar fashion that they had just done on her lower back?

Katsumi leaning even further back hadn't regrettably been on Patrice's cards. It was an excruciating surprise to be dealt with... And one that exacerbated the effects of the more predictable part of the punkette's claws digging deep into Trice's belly. If she hadn't been so preoccupied with her predicament, the actress would have certainly appreciated the flair with which Katsumi removed her glove as preparation... But all that she could really register from it all was the brutal, clenching squeeze mauling her belly.

Patrice was fighting hard against the urge of simply crying out in pain. Obviously, she wan't succeeding. But at least her shrieks were relatively controlled, compared to someone who would have simply been succumbing to the pain. She still had to keep her composure. And she also could hear all the reactions from the crowds... With the ones who were getting more excited about Katsumi breaking the babyface in half becoming louder, and the French Actress clearly hearing that she was delivering what they wanted to see.

So, she had to still prevail. She had to still endure. She had to still persist. Even if she would have dearly loved to let her lips just form and let out the word "pinch".

[CyanDimitrik]

There it was. That sweet, addictive sound Katsumi has grown to relish over the years. The aria of affirmation filling the stadium, coming not from the audience, but from her opponent. The feel of their bodies twined together, the utterly visceral nature of one arm holding the girl by the chin while the other hand clenches and grips her unprotected stomach, feeling her skin against her hands, her body stretched taut, the straining, the tension, and those sounds. Encouragement, begging her to continue, to take what she wants, letting her know she's doing just the right thing to her body...

Screams are euphoric. It's partly why she loved this unique hold enough to make it a staple, to name it, to make it a part of her brand. It gets a girl screaming every time. And every time, she wants to hold onto it until they can take no more and cry out their total submission to her.

She can't do that, though. She already determined what way she wants the blonde beneath her tonight; a final image for the audience to take home and magazines to immortalize. But this, this could also be an amazing action shot. She just wants a little more desperation and anguish written on her captive's face for the cameras. And until she gives that signal on the sly that she can't take it anymore, she's willing to push the envelope!

Her hand eases its grip on the girl's abdomen, letting her hand rest against her belly inoffensively. She can even appreciate the subtle muscletone brought more to bear with the tautness of the hold. It's been an ongoing observation, really - Patrice is an extremely attractive athlete. No reason she can't enjoy the position for extra-curricular reasons, right? It's not like the blonde has to ever actually know she's keeping her hand there more out of appreciation for a second.

But a few seconds are all Trice will be afforded. She wanted to give the girl a chance to get some breaths before she ramped things up, to try to gather her wits and not feel so wildly desperate that she forgets the offered parachute and taps out for reals. Those seconds have passed, though. And with cameras as focused on the entangled pair as the referee, Katsumi rears back more sharply, until she's lying back against Patrice's rear and forcing Trice's upper-body twisting into an angled near-vertical. The other hand brushes the length of her stretched stomach before pushing her fingers against the abdominal tone again, gripping in a squeeze.

[Jaystar]

So far, Patrice had been doing a pretty admirable job with keeping her composure, and not simply succumbing to all the pain that she'd been put through. Yes, on the other hand they could have made for some phenomenal theatrics... But Trice knew that this wasn't yet the time for that. While this was no longer simple warm-up, this wasn't the apex yet.

She also knew that she wasn't the one getting to decide on the timing of that though. The beautiful blonde babyface was now trapped in inescapable holds, fully controlled by the Punk Princess... And the meaner, dominant girl was surely going to take her time with relishing the moment. Basking in her success. Showcasing her dominance. Giving her trapped victim some sense of relief, before taking it once again away.

Katsumi wasn't the only one enjoying the moment with the blonde's body. The hungry lenses of the cameras were at least as diligent with capturing every inch of the babyface's athletic body, observing its tenacity, endurance and flexibility, exactly as the punkette would decide to display them... And for a moment, the actress was rendered nothing but a mannequin.

Trice understood well the purpose and meaning of these moments... And she could also hear the crowds who were getting excited over what they were seeing. But she also knew that these were the trickiest moments for a showgirl. The moments of real pain, the moments of intense agony... But those were simply part of the job description, when one's area of showgirlship was being a wrestler.

And especially one that was getting defeated.

Trice's worst fears got soon confirmed as Katsumi leaned back, stretching blonde's body to its absolute limit. The punkette's fingers kept on destroying her abdomen too, and there certainly was no longer any acting behind her evident suffering.

Ideally, Trice would have wanted to keep herself more composed. She wouldn't have wanted to simply plead like a hapless victim. But she could no longer control the screams coming out of her mouth. "NOOO!!!! STOOOPP!! STOOOOOPPP!!!!"

But then again, those were probably words that the Punk Princess was always going to make a debuting babyface scream out in the ring in any case, one way or another.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Do you submit?! You have to say so!," urges the increasingly worried referee-girl. She rests on hands and knees, carefully to the side to avoid getting in the way of the cameras. She wants the wrestlers to be safe, but she knows she has to always keep them in mind!

Cameras flash, videos ravenously devour the scene, and fans of both girls watch enthralled with the grapple. Whether they were on the side of the pretty newcomer or the cruel punk, both got every shred of drama, every ounce of desperation in Trice's voice, every helpless twinge of a struggle that would be, but couldn't. Katsumi's fingers bore against her belly, her palm pressed hard into the smooth, flat surface of her stomach. Patrice's body is arched in sublime display, limber, young, and perky, suffering. Katsumi's wickedly smiling face as her thighs squeeze the trapped arm, her elbow hooking beneath her prey's chin. The two together are like a Greek statue of wrestling; beautiful and raw.

But those screams are getting a little too desperate. Katsumi is quickly realizing she doesn't know what exactly Trice's pride will allow her to do. She might prefer to submit rather than be granted her freedom for asking. The encouragement to chop her breasts remains fresh on her mind, and in the end, she can't risk it. This is a great visual, but it's not what she wants for the finale. It's not even what she wants for Patrice!

Subtly, the tension in her fingers will ease. The fingertips remain a little curled, but no longer gouging into her abdominals and crushing them. Her hand is simply resting flush against her sweat-glistened stomach. And she ultimately decides to not make Patrice have to give in to her like this - whether out loud in front of everyone, or in secret, just between them. In her heart, she knows she could've had her here and now. But...

She tilts over, easing the pressure on the girl's spine. And finally, she's lowered down to rest on the mat again. Not that Katsumi is going to make it obvious to everyone else that she's going easy on her, oh no. While Patrice is lying facedown, Katsumi swivels her body around to lie atop her. And with one arm still looping Patrice's waist, she tugs the girl up with her to her knees, bringing the blonde to sit on her lap. Her left hand moves beneath Patrice's chin to try to manually turn her face to the audience with a sneer.

"I'm not done breaking in the new girl yet~..."

Her head turns towards Patrice, and all the cameras would get is the vague look that she's saying something menacing. But in reality, the punkette is doing anything but. "Can you keep going?," she asks, her warm breath whisking against her ear.

[Jaystar]

There were few things that could have made Patrice's blood boiling in the predicament she was in more effectively than the words the ref girl had chosen. First of all, she knew fully well that if she wanted to submit, she needed to say so. That was a non-brainer. She wasn't that blonde. Secondly, even if she had wanted to submit, this wasn't the time for it. Not yet. She knew she needed to go through this suffering, no matter what. It was part of the script. And she needed to adhere to it, no matter what the official might have thought of the situation.

Thirdly, she was an actress. No one was going to tell her what to do. This was her role, this was her part to play. The actress herself, and only herself, was going to decide what she had to do. Or what she should do. No one was going to have a say on it.

Except for Katsumi.

As painful as it was, Patrice had accepted that she was under the punkette's control now. There was no way out of it, no way around it. And she knew that all the crowds in the arena, and perverts viewers at home could see it as well. And it was Katsumi's pleasure to show them just that.

Oh, and to make them hear it as well, regrettably. Just not with the words the ref girl was eager to hear, only with the desperate screams echoing over the roar of the increasingly wild crowds.

Finally though, the first part of this move seemed to be over. Trice got a moment of breather as her chest fell heavily down against the mat again. Taking in deep breaths, the blonde closed her eyes for a moment - only to needing to open them soon once more, as the Punk Princess began tugging her up to a graciously vulnerable position atop her lap. The French girl must had looked quite fragile and exhausted in the black-clad woman's arms...

For all the crowds could tell, the punkette was preparing for yet another assault. Trice on the other hand could hear what Katsumi really had to say...

By now, the pain was already stinging throughout the French blonde's body. Even if she wanted to cooperate with her opponent, she couldn't filter out her pain and frustration. She would continue playing the game - but her patience was starting to run thin.

"Stop asking... And just take me any way you want!" the blonde snapped back to the punkette's question - the frustration stemming from the pain evident in her tone, while her eyes were clearly still issuing the dominant girl a challenge.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi wasn't sure what kind of a response she was expecting; she's never actually been in this situation before, much less on the receiving end. And if she had more time to think it through, she might have understood better. But the frustrated snap causes her to wilt a little on the inside. She was making conscious efforts to be good to her, while her default state is to make everyone around her miserable, often unintentionally. Can she not even do that right? Has she already screwed things up here?

Katsumi's enthusiasm dims with her expression. Any way she wants? She wanted them to be on the same page - at least kind of. Katsumi draws in a deep inhale, and expels it in a sharp whoosh of a sigh, even in her breathless state.

Oh well.

The punkette rocks forward, rolling her balance onto her knees. All the better to get back up to her feet, pulling Patrice along for the ride! Her free hand moves to the back of her head, pushing the blonde to bend over in front of her. Patrice's left arm is pushed between her legs, and Katsumi takes that hand with her right. The punk's left arm hooks under Patrice's right arm, completing the entanglement. An awkward position, but a fascinating one for the onlookers to take in. Alas, it's only transitional!

A seasoned wrestler may recognize the predicament before the second act; this is a pumphandle position, a technician's favorite. And when Katsumi pulls on both trapped limbs, body mechanics and leverage does the work for her, twisting the slender blonde into the air! ...Only to immediately ripcord down again, driving Patrice's lower back against Katsumi's knee in a devastating pumphandle back breaker!

[Jaystar]

Patrice could tell that the response she had given didn't go down as well as she might have expected it to... But she frankly wasn't in a position to assign much brain capacity to handling the matter. Simply maintaining her composure through all the pain she'd just gone through, and the physicality of this stage of the match was going to be an achievement by itself, and she knew that it was by no means over yet. There surely was something more still to come, the sooner the better... And the more spectacular, the better as well. She hoped Katsumi knew it.

Besides, she wasn't craving for any mercy. If her role was to be a rookie babyface getting punished, she should have been treated like one.

Soon enough Trice's demand seemed to be taken seriously though, as the punkette began setting the blonde up for another move. Getting the French girl pulled into the pumphandle position turned out to be a breeze for the Japanese girl, and not only due to Trice's cooperating attitude. She genuinely wasn't seeing it coming! And at that point, the actress was at one with the crowds - they were both curious to see where this was going!

Patrice didn't have to get disappointed, and probably neither did the crowds. The pumphandle backbreaker was a stylish showing of skill and power, leading to the blonde rookie getting ragdolled up and down! The only one disappointed was likely Trice's lower back, which certainly didn't appreciate the landing... But at least to alleviate its misery, the actress was soon tending to it, while remaining otherwise generally just reeling on the mat at Katsumi's feet.

The Punk Princess could surely see the pain in the blonde's eyes... But she could probably also detect a hint of satisfaction. Trice had finally seemed to have ignited the killer instinct inside the black-clad punkette... Good! Surely she was getting ready to go for the final kill to seal the cute babyface's fate...

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi rested on her knee, squinting down at Patrice as she nursed her back. She didn't hold back on that move - it was meant to be brutalizing. Like anything else she'd throw at an opponent, given the opening. Meant to annihilate the back and keep the other girl from mounting any kind of resistance.

But this called for a bit more. Just a bit. The proper send-off. Their opening back-and-forth earned that much, and the audience was now yelling for blood. The pretty blonde foreigner ooks battered and beaten, broken at the punk's feet. But she'd have to endure a little more to put a fine bow on this evening. To make sure the night remains firmly in everyone's mind, and the reporters and magazines got all the shots and story they could ever hope for.

Hands reach down for Patrice's head, fingers hooking under her chin with her palms on her cheeks. Tugging her along, Katsumi lifts to her full height and insists Trice go along for the ride. And once standing, the head is released and she steps back. The audience would be forgiven for thinking she was just doing that to admire her work on the girl, to watch her trying to stand in her weakened state; like a malevolent predator getting a thrill out of playing with its food. They'd be forgiven that assumption, because for the most part, they'd be right. Katsumi loves seeing her opponents helplessly, defenselessly wobbled before her, and the gamer in her can't help but associate it with Mortal Kombat. Knowing their fate is in her devious hands is an unimaginable rush.

Suddenly, her hands flash forward, thumbs and index fingers meeting at the tips and curving to make a cute little . Then in a blur of movement, Katsumi's hips torque as she pivots on the left leg, right knee raised high and kick primed for a low roundhouse, only to snap the kick in a surprisingly high arc, the boot set on a thunderous collision course with the side of Patrice's head! Those familiar with combat sports outside of wrestling would instantly recognize the picture-perfect question mark kick, deceptive in its execution to low the guard low, only to result in horrific impact. And when Katsumi does it, it's called the Heartbreaker.

The strike's momentum carries Katsumi over in a graceful one-legged pirouette before ending with both boots planted, fists on hips, and hips cocked.