Wrestlers Are Weird - Katsumi Oshiro vs. Catalina Vicente Rematch

[CyanDimitrik]

Resting on her knees, one arm folded against her midsection, Katsumi watches the Argentinian hit the mat heavily and come to a motionless heap. It's exactly what she was hoping for. The perfect prelude to her revenge!

Revenge feels like a strong word, though. Payback? Payback is less hostile.

Either way, this is her greatest opportunity to make good on her word and make every effort in the match leading up to this pay off. Both of their midsections have been through intense punishment. It feels like anything at this point could be the final blow. But Katsumi wants to make sure Catalina is down and out. And the best, most poetic way to do that... is doing exactly what she said she would.

Katsumi leans forward on her knees, grabbing for Catalina's arms to first roll her over onto her back, then pull her a little more perfectly-angled with the turnbuckle. As she gets her feet beneath herself to stand, she draws Catalina's arms a little higher above her head, hopefully where they'll rest and leave the girl's body tautly stretched and unprotected.

Katsumi staggers to the turnbuckle, pausing only to slap her hands against the top ropes in a crowd-mustering, energy-pooling display. This that she's planning to do? This should be called a suicide dive, she thought. It was going to suck so bad whether it missed or landed. But she had to do it. And with one foot climbing after the other, she finds her way up the ropes and turned to face her fallen, sweet-natured foe.

Katsumi lifts to her full height on the wobbly ropes. Balance isn't her issue right now - she has that mostly in spades! Her arms raise. And with a dip of the knees, she launches herself from the top turnbuckle! Her body tucks into a rapid front flip and a half, the arc high, her long hair whipping behind her like an obsidian cape. She unfurls at the last rotation, her body stretched tight with arms and legs reaching in each direction, her toned abdominal region taut and aimed for direct impact across Catalina's own toned belly for the 450 splash finisher, the Crescent Moon!

[Bare]

Catalina's vision was swimming following the massive impact of Katsumi's kick connecting with her head leaving her laid out near lifeless on the mat. Even so much as thinking of getting up hurt and felt near impossible on its own with the only sign that she could even move being the slight twitches of her body as a result of her attempt to think and move. This in turn made it very easy Katsumi to forcefully moved the Argentinian girl onto her back before leaving.

Or at least that's what it felt like to Catalina since she couldn't sense the punk princess's presence near her but despite that... Catalina couldn't explain it but it was as if her fight or flight instinct was going off like crazy, screaming at her to move, trying to pump adrenaline in to get her to move which worked a bit as she began to move her legs and lift herself up with her arms...

However it was far little too late as before she realized what had even happened Catalina felt a meteoric level of force impact with her abdomen practically making her feel as though she were crushed by an actual celestial object, uttering a silent scream of pain before collapsing onto her back and legs going limp, head turned to the side with her tongue sticking out slightly and eyes half lidded, showing the fight had literally been crushed out of her!

[CyanDimitrik]

What a mixture of feelings.

The rush of flight. The fear of the impact.

That split second of feeling Catalina's abdomen beneath hers before the pressure really sets in. Feeling Catalina's stomach cave under her with the impact of the splash. Feeling her own stomach protest in agony. Any way you cut it, bellyflopping onto anything other than very yielding water will hurt; and on an already-abused stomach, the idea of the finish would be unthinkable.

Katsumi made a promise, though. And she desperately wanting to finish Catalina off the same way she'd been finished off in their first encounter. And here it was. Whatever Hell may come.

"Unghh!"

Katsumi cringes inwards after the impact, favoring her knees and elbows on the mat, her eyes screwing tightly shut. A shudder runs through her body before she forces herself to uncurl that amount again, and she brings herself to lie outstretched across her opponent's stomach. Forearms resting on the mat, her head lifts to look out at the camera.

No hooking a leg. No need to hook that leg. Katsumi's sole point of weight and pressure is stomach-to-stomach, and it's all that's needed. The cameras capture that moment, emphasizing the down-and-out look on Catalina's face, the confidently determined expression on Katsumi's. As Katsumi lifts her chest a little to add a bit of pressure onto the other girl's stomach, the dominant look is undeniable.

The referee-girl slides into place beside Catalina, hand raised at the ready to strike the mat.

Slap. "One!"

Slap. "Two!"

[Bare]

Catalina couldn't think right now, couldn't move, could barely breath. Everything was a blur and sounded muffled around her as if her body was submerged into the deep end and nothing around her could pierce to where she was. No light, no sound, only a vague feeling registering to her mind, that being the warm weight of something, or someone pressing down on her from above, making Catalina unconsciously blush, unaware of anything else around her... Including the count of the ref.

"THREE!!!"

With that final thunderous sound of palm crashing to the mat and the accompaniment of the following number being shouted the match was officially over. The bell ringing out along with the cheers of the crowd that all came in like a rush as some air finally came into Catalina's lungs causing her eyes to flutter open, trying to get a bearing of what was going on!

[CyanDimitrik]

The referee-girl was on her knees, flailing an arm to signal the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

The match was over.

Katsumi Oshiro had won her rematch against Catalina Vicente.

The referee nudged at the punkette, but Katsumi only waved an arm vaguely to shoo her away. She was where she wanted to be for now. She didn't feel confident she could move just yet. The thoughts of engaging her abdominals even enough to lift to hands and knees made her stomach hurt. So there she lay, crossways over Catalina, the warm kiss of skin against skin a steady reminder. Feeling the other girl breathe beneath her, slowly becoming euphoric.

Katsumi's head tilts to look over her shoulder to Catalina, starting to smile.

"Was it good for you?," she quips to her.

[Bare]

Catalina may or may not have blacked out for a few moments there, she wasn't completely sure. Either way however she knew for a fact that she had been pinned and that the pin count had easily gone past three meaning she had without a doubt lost the bout. It was... disappointing to be sure. However she couldn't deny it was a good of loss to have. One to a worthy opponent who gave it her all and won with everything she had while Catalina had also given it her all.

Fluttering her eyes open Catalina would turn her head to the side and saw Katsumi looking her way asking if it was good causing Catalina to give a weak smile in response. Em... yes mostly... Not so much these last few minutes though hehe." Catalina said softly before wincing in pain as she tried to laugh only for it to hurt as a result.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi watches Catalina's face slowly dawn into realization, letting her gaze hood in fatigue. The question hung heavily in the air, weighty with the topic they'd gone over just before in the backstage area. But when the answer finally comes, there's a laugh. Weak, strained under the mutual midsection punishment both had endured through the match. Catalina and Katsumi, snickering to each other like buddies after brutalizing one another. After Katsumi had called her out.

"I tol'ja.. how this one was gonna end.."

She finally sets her elbows beneath herself on the mat, and tries to slowly lift herself off of the other girl until she's just bridging over her. Close enough to still feel the warmth radiating off of her.

"No way.. I was gonna let'cha.. pin me like that again.. heheh~.."

There's a pause, then: "That kind'a rhymed."

[Bare]

Even though she was in an incredible amount of pain from the match Catalina couldn't help but admit that it was a good match overall. A good, stiff competition between herself and someone who, despite the belly brutalization, she felt she could call a friend. Looking up as she heard movement Catalina would watch and, admittedly blush softly as Katsumi now loomed directly over her while speaking. "Hehe so it did and I guess it just means you're a woman of your word." Catalina said in a soft tone, blush still present on her face as she turned to look away. "Doooo you think you can possibly help me to the back after doing such a beating to me? It'd only be the right thing." Catalina asked in a slightly playful tone, even reaching one arm up to hang loosely over Katsumi's neck, the implication being a little more clear now that she was asking in a very lady like way for... uppies.

[CyanDimitrik]

"I'm no liar," asserts Katsumi with a smug lip and flick of her sweat-dampened hair. But the look is quickly lost as she refocuses down on Catalina, allowing herself a little smile.

This felt better; she was in the dumps before, when they talked backstage. It wasn't the Argentinian's fault, of course. Katsumi's suffered losses before. But something about it made her feel directionless, the burgeoning dread of staring into a hopeless career. But Catalina agreed to a rematch. She didn't have to. She just did. And the two fought - somewhat viciously, people might say - for the dominant position tonight. Coming out on top felt incredible, like something clicked back into place.

The arm drapes her neck.

Despite the absolute nuclear levels of sass Katsumi was lobbing at her in the opening of the match, she couldn't deny the girl. Heck, Catalina already knows how much Katsumi enjoys finishing a match with a splash; she'll know her mental wavelength. The only hitch is thinking Katsumi has the core strength left to carry her after the abuse she gave her stomach.

Katsumi scoops her right arm beneath Catalina's shoulders, gathering her to sit up as she shifts onto her knees. Then the left arm loops the other girl's waist, hugging her sideways into herself as she pushes to wobble her way up to her feet. And finally, once standing, she turns the girl to stance face-to-face with her, both arms looping her waist in what by outward appearances would look like a holding hug.

"Ya wrecked my stomach," she notes to her, wry mirth in her tone. "I'm doin' good to stand up straight right now. But," she pauses, tightening her arms to hug the girl into herself despite.

Cameras flash. When has Katsumi ever hugged an opponent?

[Bare]

Catalina giggled softly as she made her demand of Katsumi and nodded up at the woman. Both for her very unreasonable request which she intended as mostly a joke, after all she had beaten Katsumi's gut to hell after all. Still what more so made her happy was seeing the smile on Katsumi's face. Granted it must have been a bit odd to be happy about you're opponent's smile of victory, but after their last converastion Catalina could tell something had bothered the Punk, and in the same vein she could now tell whatever weighed on Katsumi's shoulders was now gone.

"I was just jo- Eep!" Catalina cried out in surprise about to call off her request only to feel an arm scoop under her shoulders as she was then hefted up under Katsumi's power and aided to her feet... with Katsumi's arks around her waist. "OH-h-h Katsumi you didn't have to oh dios mio." Catalina started to stammer out only to be pulled in closer to Katsumi in an outright hug! Seizing up for a moment Catalina would soon relax into the hug and wrap her arms around Katsumi's head tight, pulling herself against the punk princess and resting her face against the woman's neck, nuzzling in a bit as she grew more comfortable.