Anna Nova vs Katsumi Oshiro; Punk Princess and Masochist Domination

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Anna watched as Katsumi collided and then slumped over the barricade, hearing the grunt of pain. Anna smiled some before she saw that some of the crowd was starting to touch Katsumi. While many were patting her on the back and supporting her, a few had some perverse smiles, reaching for spots they were not allowed to touch.

Anna immediately ran over to Katsumi, pulling her off the barricade and onto the floor before those perverts could get their hands on her opponent. Anna let out a sigh of relief as she sat there for a moment, looking at Katsumi.

"I...I won't let those perverse fan...touch you inappropriately..." Anna whispered as she slowly got to her feet. Once she was up, Anna would reach down, trying to pull Katsumi up to her feet, and should she get the Punk Princess to her feet, she would try to throw her into the ring and follow behind her, attempting to sit on Katsumi's stomach once more and try to pin her.

She was going for the pin not just to try and win, but rather she wanted to try and get Katsumi away from those creeps and keep her safe from them.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi cared more about the pain in her stomach than the roving hands of strangers touching her being. After all, she's a celebrity. And a gladiator. They want to touch greatness. It plays right into her ego. Granted, if any hands went to her rear, or dipped low enough to grab any of her, err, more feminine qualities, then there'd be an issue. But as she's pulled off the barricade, she ragdolls to the padded floor, hair fanning out. She can't quite vocalize a response, but she's picked up off the floor anyway - and promptly thrown back into the ring.

The Punk Princess rolls over a couple times before ending on her back, hair matted about her face. And in short order, she feels that familiar weight pressing down against her sore stomach, earning an uncomfortable groan. But to her credit, she's more mentally present than the last time Anna sat on her for a pin, so panic doesn't set in when the referee drops beside them.

She slaps the mat, feathering Katsumi's hair with each impact.

"One!"

"Two!"

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna heard the slight groan of pain as she sat on her opponent's stomach. wanting to spread out her weight, Anna opted to lay on Katsumi, breasts pressing against breasts, stomach against stomach, just as they did in the beginning. Anna panted hard, Katsumi could feel Anna's breath against her neck as the ref continued to count.

"Three!"

"Four!"

Anna leaned down once more to whisper "S-Sorry if I was a little rough pulling you away, I just...wanted to keep you away from those creeps." Anna blushed a bit, but she hid her face from the crowd, almost nuzzling against Katsumi. The feeling of the Punk Princess against her made her smile as she wondered if she was gonna kick out or not. In the meantime though, Anna opted to fix Katsumi's hair for her, moving it out of her face.

"Five!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi arches subtly when Anna's full weight spreads over her, inhale a little more deeply despite the aching abdominals. As she settles back in, Anna is whispering to her, and she groans again. But this time, there's a small hint of mirth laced in there. "Stop... apologizing... so damn... much..," she murmurs back to her. And from there, she falls silent, processing the feel of Anna's bodyweight over her.

And then, the feel of Anna's face nuzzling against her cheek. The feel of her hair being nudged out of her face. She's being doted on. That, too, is unusual! Her eyes open, and she takes another couple heavy breaths.

"Six!"

Katsumi pulls to the side, drawing her shoulder off the mat. The referee-girl waves her arms. "No fall! Shoulder's up!"

"Just fight me... I wanna know... who comes out on top tonight...," Katsumi goads, propped on her opposite shoulder to try to look back at Anna whilst she collects herself.

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna looked down hearing Katsumi tell her to stop apologizing so much, making her blush a bit more. "O-Ok...s-sorry." Anna just laid there as the ref counted, feeling Katsumi's heartbeat. Anna closed her eyes, her breathing slowed, feeling very relaxed on top of Katsumi, more relaxed than she felt in a long while.

Soon Anna felt Katsumi lifted her shoulder up, the count stopping. Anna rolled slightly off Katsumi onto her side, enough to where she got the chance to look Katsumi in her beautiful eyes. Anna's eyes looked down before looking back up at Katsumi, then down once more, like a shy schoolgirl trying not to be too obvious when looking at her crush.

"A-As you wish...L-Lets...see who dominates the other..." Anna slowly gets up and stands fully, starting to bounce a bit to loosen herself out as she waits for Katsumi to stand. Both fighters were getting tired, and both were beaten pretty good by the other, and the crowd was eating this up, wondering who would drop first.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi smirks a little at her, sitting up when Anna raises to her full height. Seeing her start to bounce on her feet, she opts for a more unorthodox offensive to reclaim the momentum. She swings an arm to try to catch Anna behind the joint of her right knee in a stationary chop block, hoping to bring her down to the mat with surprise!

That is, however, only the first step. She's immediately attempting to pull the girl over onto her front, facedown. Legs scissor at her left arm, her waist resting across Anna's back, and her left arm hooking under Anna's right. Hands would come together to link beneath her chin to complete the hold - a double underhook chinlock! Or maybe more familiarly known as the Rings of Saturn.

Or, in Katsumi's case, her signature hold - the Yokaidzume!

And once cinched on, she pulls back to begin hyper-extending Anna's arms, wrenching her neck, and stretching her spine!

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna bounced a bit more, wondering why Katsumi wasn't getting up, but getting a bit closer to maybe help, but as soon as she got closer, the back of her knee got chop blocked, causing her to fall onto her back with a thud! Anna lays there for a moment before Katsumi takes and rolls her over onto her stomach and traps her left arm with her legs, then Anna's right arm with her left arm. Anna groaned a bit, already getting stretched some, but as soon as Katsumi started to lean back, Anna was in a world of pain.

Anna cried out as her arms were hyper-extended, her neck was wrenched back, and her spine was stretched with all of Katsumi's might. Anna's legs kicked against the mat wildly, being the only part of her body she could move as she was stretched more and more by the Punk Princess. "AAarrgghhhhh!!!" Was all Anna could say, unable to escape Katsumi's signature hold

[CyanDimitrik]

Theeere we go. That's what Katsumi was looking for. Raw, unfiltered sound from her opponent. Some confirmation that this was still a sincere wrestling match, a fight for supremacy. She leans back a little further, pressing her ribs against Anna's spine to act as the fulcrum with her hands tugging on her chin steadily.

The referee drops down to the pair, fretting. "There's no submission in this match!," she reminds.

"Oh, I know!," Katsumi replies, finally easing a little in the hold, letting Anna's chin lower a bit to the mat. "So don't bother checking for a tapout! As for you..." One of the hands beneath Anna's chin departs, trailing deliberately slowly down the span of her taut neck, fingertips grazing her skin. Her fingertips travel down, down to her open collar, teasing the audience with the possibility that she might take advantage of the locked position the Hispanic girl is in. Fingertips travel closer and closer to her chest, beginning along the dip of her cleavage... only to suddenly divert, breezing past the first swell of her breast to instead move to her ribs. The audience gets a teasing smile. No groping for them!

Instead, the hand travels until it reaches the bare skin of her waist, and slips over to her unprotected stomach. She leans back again, pulling the chin with one arm, straining the arms, arching Anna's back... while that free hand suddenly clamps against her stomach, feeling out any abdominal tone to clench with a stomach claw!

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna cries out more in pain as Katsumi leans back, stretching her even more, Anna starts to tap against Katsumi's leg, but remembered that there were no submissions in this match, so all she can do is continue taking this punishment Then, all of a sudden, Katsumi took and eased up the hold, lowering her chin down while still keeping hold of it.

Anna thought she had some time to rest, she was somewhat correct. Sure, Katsumi wasn't stretching her out anymore, but she still planned on toying with Anna some more. Anna felt one of Katsumi's hands leave her chin, slowly trailing down her neck. The feeling of Katsumi's fingertips grazing against her skin sent a shiver down Anna's spine, but it also made Anna let out a very quiet moan. Katsumi's fingers trailed lower and lower, Anna breathing hard and her face turning red as the Punk Princess got closer to her breasts. Anna was certain that Katsumi was gonna play with her breasts then and there, but instead her hand shot down to Anna's stomach, surprising Anna enough to let out a soft, surprised moan.

This moan however soon turns into a groan of pain as Katsumi re-applies the hold, stretching Anna once more as her free hand now grips her stomach in a stomach claw. Anna howled out in pain as almost her entire body was in excruciating pain, especially her stomach. Her legs kicked wildly once more as she couldn't escape, her face turning a bit red as she got dominated by the Punk Princess

[CyanDimitrik]

The audience roars as Anna thrashes on the mat, enduring the torturous hold. Katsumi keeps it applied, working the girl's body over from multiple fronts, savoring the sound of the screams; it's always proof positive that she's doing it right! And she has enough faith in herself to not pull back too hard, or twist the arms too far! She has no interest in injuring her! In fact, a point of secret pride in the Punk Princess is that she's never injured anyone in the ring.

But that's something Anna can learn later. For now? Pain.

Katsumi's fingers dig into her vulnerable belly for a few seconds more, hoping to feel her give a useless tapout against her or the mat. Something the referee would just have to ignore! But she doesn't push her luck too far, and soon releases the hold to let her lie on the mat. Crawling on hands and knees, she repositions herself in front of Anna and reaches for a handful of her hair to raise her face and look at her. Green eyes match to those bright blues, wicked smile tugging the corners of her lips.

"Nightmare Fuel, or Crescent Moon?," she asks between breaths. "I know you probably don't know what those are. But pick one. My gift to you."

Katsumi is, in effect, letting Anna choose which way she finishes her. Not that she'd admit she's done with her just yet. She wants her good and beaten before finishing her off. That's the nature of a domination match, after all.