Stacy Celestial(D) VS. Katsumi Oshiro

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Stacy, despite the pain, is happy to be the one in Katsumi's embrace. Her tight, sweaty body dominating her body to body, feeling her skin and strength press against her as her admiration grows to a near silent worship. Being on the losing end of such an intimate hold from Katsumi... Stacy could think of no one she'd rather be across from as her body was squeezed and slowly crushed.

"G-Gyahhh... hah... you're such a... g-goddess...." Stacy pants deliriously, finally able to take a few breaths. Stacy clings to Katsumi, her body no longer limp, but far too weak to mount a resistance as the crowd cheers and enjoys the punk princess's dominance. The energy reaches a fever pitch as Katsumi lifts the helpless rookie off her feet, holding her up with pure strength as she presses abdominals to abdominals! "A-Ahhhhh, Katsumiiiiii!" Stacy yells, feeling herself get crushed, a scream escaping her lips as she waits for the desperate end, wanting it to come from Katsumi and not from her own lips!

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The moment is pure indulgence. Katsumi, at first, believes the indulgence is primarily on her own end; savoring the feel of Stacy's helplessness, hearing her cries, the guilty pleasure of feeling the tomboy's toned body grinding into her - Stacy's far, far from unattractive. And it's difficult to look more alluring in a primal way to someone like Katsumi than when someone is being dominated by her. Stacy's hit every right note to get the Punk Princess's blood flowing, to want to savor the moment for as long as she can. But when the starlight grappler cries out her name, she realizes the indulgence isn't just for her.

Stacy, though defiant for the sport, is exalting her. It's a whole new level of gratification.

The referee-girl comes in close to watch for a tapout!

However, amidst Stacy crying out with her name and the audience erupting into noise in anticipation of a full submission, Katsumi moves on with the signature move. Knees bend, and the punkette springs into the air with her. She twists over, repositioning their trajectory, rolling over. The two of them, now horizontal midair with Stacy poised to take the brunt of their collective bodies when they impact the mat. Her gaze meets the other girl's for just those few seconds before the two of them collide with the mat.

Stacy, landing back-first, with Katsumi's body landing squarely atop her in a jumping belly-to-belly suplex. The Shutdown signature; what once was a finisher.

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In the midst of Stacy's crying out both in pain and excitement, Katsumi now understood entirely that this embrace wasn't to her enjoyment only. The ref could only shake her head as once again no tap out came, causing her to reluctantly sigh and watch on as Katsumi pivoted.

The crowd was eager to see the moment Stacy broke, but it didn't come as Katsumi twisted Stacy, jumping in mid air and preparing to slam Stacy! Stacy's eyes widened when she realized what was happening, squeezing Katsumi intimately as if bracing for impact in her arms, their eyes meeting as Stacy gazes in pure wonder. After what seemed like an intimate hour, but in reality was a few seconds, Stacy was slammed down hard, landing on her back with Katsumi on top with a dominant suplex! Stacy had taken yet another signature move from the punk princess, her back in agonizing pain, her mouth open but unable to form words as the starlight sprinter wondered how she was going to have anything left for her match next week!

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Katsumi wasn't thinking about the future, really. Only two things mattered - getting everything she could out of this night, and not injuring Stacy. The excitement of knowing Stacy was getting as much enjoyment out of being conquered as Katsumi was out of conquering her is enthralling, but it would stay tempered with the care to not go too far. It would always be tempered with that.

For as rotten and brutal as Katsumi is, she's proud that she hasn't ever caused injury lasting past just the night. It takes a certain level of physical awareness, and a certain level of unspoken care for the sport. Just like her avoidance of groping Stacy's vulnerable body when she had every opportunity, she doesn't want to risk being anyone's reason they give up wrestling. Or are forced to quit.

The two landed. Stacy is clearly in pain. Maybe... maybe she should let this be the end of it.

Katsumi shifts a little overtop the other girl, reaching down to pull her legs apart, lift the knees, then entwine her ankles with the other girl's in a grapevine hold, sealing their lower halves together. Her hips press firmly into Stacy's, arched just slightly. The two lie belly-to-belly, chest-to-chest, feeling Stacy's body rise and fall with each breath pressing into her. She reaches next for the girl's wrists, sliding her arms high then folding them above her head, letting her huddle her toned body tight into Stacy's.

Her face hovering inches above Stacy's, each exhale is a wave of warmth washing against her lips.

The referee-girl drops beside the two. And finally, the full irritation she's built for Katsumi manifests with some blatant favoritism towards Stacy in a slow count. Her hand raises, stalls several seconds to ensure Stacy's shoulders are down... then a slap to the mat.

"ONE!"

The hand raises for another lengthy pause.

"Hey," Katsumi whispers, utterly not minding. "Can you go on? Can you handle any more?" Her head lowers a little, just enough to touch her nose to Stacy's. Her hair, glistening with sweat, hangs like a curtain to one side of her face.

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This had to be it for Stacy. As much as she wanted all of Katsumi's attention, all of her dominance... her body simply couldn't take any more. This was the longest, most brutal match the rookie had ever been a part of, her mind hazy, her body crumpled... she simply had nothing left as her fit body lie battered beneath the punk princess.

The two were again so close together. Katsumi on top, belly and chest pressed together as they felt each other's breath. Stacy's arms were pressed above her head, her face red both with exhaustion and excitement. She felt so lucky to be the one beneath Katsumi in this match. A slow count by the ref was a blessing for the Starlight Sprinter, but she thought even that wouldn't get her shoulders off the mat this time.

Then Katsumi spoke. Her voice was soft, almost pleading as if she wanted to keep going with Stacy, as if she wanted to get to know all of Stacy just the same as Stacy helplessly needed to belong to Katsumi.

"ONE!"

The ref slowly counted.

"TWO!"

The ref slowly counted.

This had to be it, the crowd cheered, enjoying the spectacle. The dominant punk princess... the resilient but outmatched rookie... they appreciated all of it. Then it happened. Looking up at Katsumi as their noses touched, awestruck by the girl's beauty, grace, dominance... perfection. It was as though that moment, beneath the girl's beautiful, sweat covered face, she was able to tap into the Stacy Celestial Akashic Records. "Not... until... you get all of me!" Stacy screamed! With a thunder of energy, she forgot the pain, she forgot the exhaustion, and just before the ref could slap the mat a 3rd time, she managed just enough to lift her shoulders and kick out! The crowd was in absolute disbelief as they chanted Stacy's name!

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The moment was perhaps more intimate than Katsumi intended. But only perhaps. The audience, needless to say, enjoyed the visual of their bodies tightly intertwined, the complete lack of space between them. Katsumi wasn't shying back whatsoever from her, the smooth warmth of her skin had become an inviting sensation. Restraining her down against the mat, an endless thrill. But was it intentional?

Not quite.

But the moment she'd asked her the question - essentially the same thing the referee had asked Stacy numerous times tonight - it was more personal. She wanted more. But she didn't want to hurt her. Stacy had earned a truly spectacular end, the kind that Stacy could keep forever, and - admittedly - that Katsumi would as well. But the reality is, what she deserves may not be what she can handle.

The slow-count was plenty beneficial, giving them both the opportunity to live in the moment. To let Stacy consider her answer. To let Katsumi lie over her stretched-out body. The girl had endured so much from her; if she needed to throw in the towel and accept her position beneath her officially, she'd understand. The noses touch in a subtle, equally personal gesture. Their eyes meet.

Then she feels it. Stacy's abs tense beneath her. The thighs tense against her legs. The biceps flex against her arms. The chest swells under her, a lungful of air before-- a declaration, and a moment of explosive energy! Stacy's grapevined legs kick, the jolt enough of a wave to pop her shoulder up off the mat!

Bewildered, the referee-girl calls it at only a two-count! But she's smiling. The referee is thoroughly biased at this point in favor of Stacy!

Katsumi, meanwhile, still lies atop Stacy but with widened eyes. Her heart races against the other girl, her nerves buzzing with adrenaline.

"You so earned this."

Her head lowers again, hidden amidst her untangling her legs from the other girl - a press of her sweaty cheek against Stacy's. Thoroughly unnecessary, but a discreet communication - meaningful. Intimate. The wrists remain firmly in Katsumi's grasp as she peels her body from Stacy's, raising onto her knees. Pulling on the arms, she drags the girl up to her full height with her again before finally letting those wrists go.

Her left hand grabs onto Stacy's hair again, pulling to tilt Stacy's head back and stand her fully upright. Only for the left fist to swing in, the one now bereft of glove, to slam into the center of Stacy's stomach in hopes of doubling her over.

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That moment that had obviously so effected Stacy, clearly had an impact on Katsumi too as the ref smiled ear to ear. What a moment. One Stacy would never forget. She doubted she could ever forget any part of Katsumi. Her touch, her strength, the way her breath felt and her words sounded.... She was the reason Stacy had yet to finally be down for the count.

Stacy received potentially the greatest gift yet as she felt Katsumi's sweaty cheek press against her in a brief, intimate moment, her wrists helplessly tied up by Katsumi's strength. She was so happy this moment was hers and no one else's. Stacy felt a pang of longing as Katsumi got up, pulling away and standing Stacy up, grabbing her hair to tilt her head back. Suddenly, that moment of anticipation, of wonder with her head in the clouds, came to a screeching halt. Stacy felt the punk princess's fist ram right into her vulnerable belly as she collapsed, gasping desperately for air, doubled over in complete pain. Stacy could do absolutely nothing, not even catch her breath, as the crowd waiting in awe and surprise for the punk princess's finale!

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Katsumi's fist snaps back after impact with Stacy's belly, watching her pitch forward and double over. The crowd is already anticipating the end, their hopes of seeing Stacy defy the odds and come back from the brink of annihilation expelled just as quickly as Stacy's euphoria.

...probably, anyway. Katsumi suspects that despite the pain she's clearly exhibiting, Stacy's as excited for the moment as she is. This is a unique match to her, just by the dynamic alone. She's had girls swoon over her looks before, but this is different. Stacy's enamored; with the looks, maybe, but it feels more like everything. It's more than the Punk Princess has ever experienced in the ring before, and she loves it. Such devotion absolutely deserves a showstealing finish.

Her hands hook Stacy's biceps, and she yanks the girl forward, pulling her neck between her warm thighs. Katsumi takes a moment whip her hair back with dramatic flair, back arched and arms folded behind her head. Sleek body taut in pin-up pose worthy of a gravure magazine, Katsumi adds a little teasing titillation to the moment with a slow, playful roll of her hips in a smooth figure-eight against the back of Stacy's neck.

She reaches down first with the right arm, letting her bare hand hook against Stacy's battered stomach. Then the left arm joins. She shoots a knowing look out at the audience with a vicious smirk, then - at last - she pulls. Stacy's body is swung up into the air and flipped over onto Katsumi's back, loading the girl back to back with her while she leans forward. She shifts her legs to hook Stacy's ankles with her thighs, ensuring the girl is nice and locked in.

One at a time, Katsumi takes Stacy's wrists into her hands. The hold isn't painful yet; she's just holding her in place. The calm before the storm. Letting the audience process what's about to happen. But in honesty, this is more about Stacy than them. Stacy's being presented to the audience, her battered and sweat-glistening body restrained and spread out for the cameras like an innocent ready to be sacrificed.

The audience is roaring for the finish. Literally.

"FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!"

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Stacy doubled over hard in pain, woken from her loving euphoria as she waited helplessly for the punk princess to continue her onslaught. To Stacy it WAS about Katsumi's looks... and her personality... and her style... and her skill... and her... everything. Complete infatuation from the rookie, clearly the likes of which Katsumi has never seen before in a ring.

Stacy and the audience knew a sort of special treat was coming, and every party was happy to take part, though Stacy struggled to think at all at the moment as she held herself in pain. Katsumi took Stacy's battered body, posing as though she were a goddess in a dirty photoshoot. Stacy was likely going to be on her first wrestling calendar for this very moment, though not in the fashion she surely must have expected.

Stacy is swung into the air and flipped over Katsumi's back, defenseless and locked in, her damaged, sweaty body in full view as she pants, no further pain coming to her, much to her surprise. Stacy, like the viewers, could tell that wasn't long going to be the case. She was a sheep. a lamb to the slaughter. The rookie was Katsumi's loving sacrifice.

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Katsumi could have felt bad for Stacy, with the audience chanting for her doom. But she didn't. This was the thrill. The very primal, savage thrill of the incredibly physical contest between them. The gladiatorial nature of it, of colliding in a ring in front of thousands, if not millions, of spectators world wide. One person had to be defeated tonight. One person had to be the one who ended the night on her back. And tonight, the audience knew it was Stacy. The audience knew the rookie was done. The audience wanted to see the final vestiges of the spirited rookie's fight ripped from her body, and the victory claimed by her seasoned veteran opponent.

Katsumi loved it. And she loved that Stacy had not only accepted her place beneath her, but seemed enthralled by it. By her. Her head lifts, pressing her cheek against Stacy's sweaty scalp from the side. There, in that intimate closeness, she whispers, "This is it. You earned it."

And then she leans forward, pulling hard on the girl's arms. She winds the limbs in deep circles, hyper-extending the joints while arching Stacy's back inwards - a back-to-back backbreaker, a full-body torture rack. Katsumi winds the girl in the full throes of the Nightmare Fuel, working on wrenching screams from her - to fill the air with the rookie's voice before decisively silencing it.

The referee-girl hovers close, concerned. "Do you give up!? Do you submit!?"

Katsumi isn't having it. With a final, deep pull on the limbs and curl of her back to spike the pain's intensity, the Punk Princess suddenly straightens her body and drops to the mat. Stacy's body is rocketed horizontal in rebound, aiming to slam the girl chest-first against the mat in a ring-rattling explosive collision. The Nightmare Bomb finisher.