L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Note to self: Boobscissors - "ROUGH".

Honestly, Julie hadn't thought of her little invention as a particularly naughty move, or a kinky move, or even, a rough move. A little naughty, sure.

But rough?

Recollecting from another note to self: Katsumi Oshiro was no slouch. In fact, she was probably one of the most fearsome opponents in LAW.

So, what did that mean? As a wrestling move, the boobscissor couldn't have been that rough for the Punk Princess. She must had been taken, and used to dealing with stuff a lot, lot worse inside the ring.

So, what was she meaning with Julie wanting to play rough? It must had meant something else. And Julie had a guess.

Unfortunately, it also meant that she really needed to switch up this move now. To something more conventional, like a normal bodyscissor. She couldn't afford to start playing rough now... No, that carried a high risk of letting her focus crumble. And that she couldn't allow to happen, not in such a dominant position as this...

Scissorholds weren't classified as particularly rough in Julie's ranking, but based on the anguished scream that her newly-applied bodyscissors earned out of the Punk Princess, perhaps they were some type of kryptonite for the black-clad girl. The screams also earned a sly smile finding its way onto the gingerhead's lips, as she gained encouragement to squeeze just ever so harder still... Katsumi's helpless, thrashing legs were a very enjoyable sight to see, while her fist starting to target her own thighs was very much less so... But the Irish girl decided to bite her lip, and keep the hold applied just that bit longer.

The punkette's fighting spirits weren't getting broken just yet though, based on her defiant words. But it was something that accompanied those words, that proved to be more effective...

"AH!" The gingerhead suddenly let out a yelp of surprise, as the punkette's gloved palm slapped hard against her thonged rear! Its instant effect was the squeeze by Julie's thighs considerably weakening - before one more pulse of flexing punished the punkette's midsection again! But then the power of the gingerhead's thighs seemed to start quickly fading away again... With the elbows that started raining down on them certainly not helping at all.

The Irish girl began a clumsy, uncomfortable process of trying to adjust her position somehow so that she could try containing Katsumi's arms somehow, while still maintaining some kind of scissorhold around the punkette's midsection. But there was no longer power behind the squeeze, probably allowing the Japanese girl some opportunities to start overpowering her blue-clad adversary...

So, a hard slap to her rear? No, it wasn't that rough for Julie. But it was playing rough. And speaking of kryptonite, just like that, Katsumi may had found something that was such for the Velvet Hood.

"Nngh..," Katsumi groans as her midsection was squeezed. Abdominals certainly help, but it's a case like this where she had to imagine having more squish than tone would be more handy. But the moment that hand smacked rear... everything changed. Alarm bells rang off in Katsumi's head, and she became hyper-focused. The ability to breathe came back as she pummeled the other girl with elbows, but her mind remained on sorting out the puzzle of what just happened.

Julie, this opponent of hers dressed basically in lingerie... might be kind've a freak!

Not in a creepy 'eats roaches on a dare' sort of way. But in the 'between the sheets' sort of way.

Katsumi maneuvers herself onto her knees, now facing Julie directly with the legscissor's weakened state. With a devilish smile and renewed vigor, her right hand raises dramatically over her head - and swings down firmly to smack Julie's backside a second time. And she fully expects the final remnants of strength in her legs to yield, maybe to even outright stun her.

And it's in that state that Katsumi takes advantage. She pushes to force Julie down flat on her chest, and she leapfrogs from between her legs to instead mount her hips directly atop the Irish lass's rear. Her thighs squeeze in tight at either side of her hips, and she reaches down to gather her hands beneath Julie's chin. If caught, she begins pulling backwards - not bothering to secure Julie's arms. Those aren't a part of the plan. She wants to make sure Julie fully feels her thighs closed against her hips, and the base of her hips grinding against her backside with every shift and adjustment made. The hold itself won't be as tight and punishing as it could be, but Julie's supple body will be arched backwards all the same.

The intent is to present Julie's face to the ceiling lights, her back bowed in a nice C-curve, pushing her stomach and chest forward for the audience.

"Somethin' tells me you're into this, babe..," Katsumi murmurs to her, her voice edged in dangerous amusement.

Damn it. Damn it!

Only moments ago, Julie had felt oh-so-clearly how Katsumi's toned midsection had struggled and gotten punished against the skin of her inner thighs... She could have told that they were being effective. But with one slap, the punkette had disrupted her plans and progress... And now, the Irish girl could tell that her grip was weak.

Yet, she still wanted to complete the trio. She needed to complete the trio. Boobscissors, bodyscissors, headscissors.

Headscissors. Yes. Surely, that was going to let her regain control. Surely, that was going to put Katsumi in trouble again.

Except that Katsumi was up. Or at least, on her knees already. That was not the sight the Velvet Hood wanted to see when glancing behind her back...

She could also see the punkette's hand raising up. And she barely had time to bite her lip, before yet another loud smack from the gloved palm hitting her blue-thonged rear filled the ring, and produced an audible moan of pain from the gingerhead... But one that sounded, and left an expression onto her face, that snitched some forbidden enjoyment surely having been present in the moment.

And it wasn't just that. Everything in the situation was suggesting that the Velvet Hood's dominance was over. The Punk Princess was taking over control.

Julie's state was immediately weakened, the gingerhead being essentially stunned for the moment... Making it effortless for Katsumi to mount her Irish opponent. Another thing mounting was the volume from the crowds... Clearly, the gingerhead's thonged rear getting punished turned out to be a very popular sight to see, and probably something that many in the crowds would have longed to have gotten to do themselves for a long while already. Julie couldn't tell whether such scenes boosting Katsumi's popularity were going to make any difference to the punkette at all, but in any case, the Japanese girl felt eager to wrap her limbs around the Irish girl now...

Perhaps it was payback from earlier, and perhaps Julie should have protested and resisted it... But after those hard slaps, it was almost an enjoyable continuation to feel Katsumi's own thighs taking control, and starting to punish her hips. Surely, it was only fair for the punkette to get to show the might of her own thighs too... Or that's what Julie's blurred thoughts momentarily suggested. As the punkette's hands found her chin and began bending her body though, the gingerhead's thoughts began quickly clearing up... But in any case, it was already too late. She was trapped!

Katsumi had all the opening that she liked to grind her thighs and hips against Julie's own... Which had seemingly surrendered to them for the moment. What the Irish girl seemed to protest more was the tightening stretch of her upper body, her back bowing increasingly into the letter C... But even that consisted only of a few feeble grasps at the punkette's hands, and a number of frustrated, individual slaps against the mat. Maybe the stretch wasn't the absolutely worst... But neither was Julie's resistance.

That wasn't left unnoticed by the Punk Princess. "M-mh... N-no... I'm not..." was the feeble response Julie managed to let out to the punkette's words.. While only barely managing to erase for the most part the forbidden enjoyment from being evident in her voice.

Julie may had denied it... But Katsumi had a chance of guessing it. While Julie certainly wasn't the most skilled, capable, or strongest wrestler in LAW... The sight right now was likely proving to many, why she still was such a valuable asset for an organization like LAW.

And also, which assets many in the audience were already hoping to be on the line of fire next.