L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Tamago would wait until her opponent was about ready to fight again, closing in precisely as her opponent started to stagger back towards her.

The daredevil would wish to continue breaking down her oppinent, and realised that Katsumi was problematic when it came to grapples, to the point where Tamago was almost certain she'd end up looking like a foolish rookie if she engaged Katsumi with one. So instead Tamago tried to pull her arm back before driving it forward, attempting to plunge her fist into Katsumi's smooth side.

" That's what I'm doing" Tamago gave her belated response, before aiming to sidestep to the back of Katsumi and suddenly lean into her back and wrap her arms round the other wrestler's stomach, to lock in a grapple. Tamago hoping that the blow was enough to stop Katsumi from immediately turning the grapple around on her.

Katsumi had to take a couple moments to get her breathing in order. But once it seemed settled, she was ready to close in and grapple her taller adversary.

She lashes forward, attempting to seize Tanago by the shoulder and collar. Only Tamago had other plans. A fist drives into her side, earning a grunt and complete distraction from the attack at hand. Her arms lower defensively, eyes briefly squeezed shut. Only to then find a pair of arms sneaking in beneath hers, her slender stomach compressed in the other woman's grapple.

"Nnh.."

Her plot seems to have worked, Katsumi's core still sore from the hard punch - enough so to not reverse the waist lock onto her just yet. She can feel Tamago pressing into her from behind, and she tries to predict what's coming. Probably a German suplex. Maybe.

Teeth grit a little.

"You just.. felt like grabbin' me..," she chides, head turning to look over her shoulder.

Both the punks closed in with their own plan of action, though luckily Tamago was just slightly quicker and managed to slip in a body blow, which gave the daredevil the chance to move behind Katsumi and to ensnare her by her lower core with a waist lock.

" Well yeah, maybe a little. " Tamago joked, as she squeezed tighter around Katsumi's slim body to punish her opponent a little bit for so sassy, though admittidely she didn't dislike the woman's attitude, though they were too similar for Tamago to let her win, it would hurt her pride.

As Katsumi expected Tamago went for a German suplex, trying to hoist the lighter punk up by the waist and start to fall backwards in the same movement, trying to slam her own back into the canvas as fast as she could and throw Katsumi overhead in a german suplex.

The daredevil was starting to feel extra competitive, since her fellow punk seemed to be on rather even footing with her, but was a pin up.

"Perv," chides Katsumi, but lacking the venom of a genuine accusation. Her hands grip onto Tamago's wrists, her jaw firmed. And then - whoosh! The Punk Princess is whipped into the air and impacts the back of her head and shoulders against the mat behind her, exploding in a starry eruption of pain and dazing fatigue all at once.

Katsumi is released, and her body continues tumbling with the momentum, which leads her right up to her feet. Her arms swing blindly in front of her for one second.. two seconds.. three seconds. Then the punkette seems to realize she's too dazed to stand, and drops back to the mat in a sprawl. Her arms flop to either side, legs landing spread-eagle, her eyes only partly opened. Her lips parted, the modest curvature of her chest and flat, bare stomach rising and falling with each breath.

She's dimly aware of the roar of the audience around her. But she needs a moment to recover and recuperate, to get the eggs in her head unscrambled.