Katsumi Oshiro Vs. Valentina Nieto - Outpunked!

[Devilish53]

Valentina's thighs and ankles are damn near numb at this point; her figure flexing tighter than was wise, with seemingly no signs of stopping. One thing was for sure, regardless of the outcome of the waist crushing hold; she'd need a moment or two to get the feeling back into her legs, as she imagined trying to instantly stand right now would drop her right onto her behind!

Screaming those demands once more, giving another seemingly endless jostle of the beauty in her arms, a scowl to the referee tells the official Valentina practically can't believe the punkette is still going. If she didn't tap out soon, Valentina's own grip would be the one submitting!

Leaning forward, trying to shoot verbal venom at her foe, the unwise manoeuvre only plays right into Katsumi's desperate offensive. An elbow snaps to her forehead; damn near smashing the sense out of her as she falls off the punk, hitting the ground flat with legs hooked but completely limp!

[CyanDimitrik]

It worked, and thank god it did. The moment the legs loosen around her, Katsumi throws them off and turns over onto her knees, propping herself up with one hand while the other rests gingerly against her crushed stomach. She feels like she's going to be sick after that. But she has to take advantage of this opening - it likely won't last long.

The Punk Princess suddenly pounces at Valentina, but not to pin or slap on a standard submission! Instead, she aims to mount her just below her breasts and grabs for fistfuls of her blonde hair with a snarl. Once caught, the idea is to pound her tanned opponent's head against the mat repeatedly in an all-out brawling offense! There's no finesse to be had in it, but she's looking for distance, not points!

[Devilish53]

Flat to the back, Valentina would have kicked her legs and arms out in tantrum had she had both the energy and space to do so. Instead settling for a long, frustrated sigh, the Spaniard soon tried to force her head up; knowing by now that Katsumi was not the sort to simply back away and rest after a debilitating hold. And low and behold, soon the punkette was on her, trying to beat her head against the canvas like a drum!

Her cries of pain and desperation distorted by the forced movement, Valentina tried and failed to swipe those mitts from her; hands raised and pushing to Kat's own, as she tried to save what she could of her mental function! Her vision already becoming a little hazed!

[CyanDimitrik]

The frustrated, animalistic Katsumi bashes her foe’s head against the mat - certainly not as brutal as the sidewalks she used to get in brawls on as a teenager, but the intent and imagery is still there. And from the looks of things, it’s having a solid effect on the poor girl. What’s more, each successive hit fuels Katsumi’s malicious streak a little more.

Finally, Katsumi seems to relent. She leans back to sit atop Valentina’s torso, tips her head back, and lets out a wild, albeit feminine, roar. By this point, the referee-girl is scolding Katsumi for her antics, earning a dismissive shove from the Punk Princess.

Rather than listen to the referee-girl, she leans forward again and attempts to clamp her hands around Valentina’s throat to begin choking her! And should she find her grip, the referee-girl will immediately begin earning her about disqualification!

[Devilish53]

Finding her firm abs to the punkettes cushy rear, Valentina does what she can to offer a defence, knowing for a fact a great payback is coming for the Spaniard having the audacity to try and snap her in two!

Arms up and forward in a standard take down defence, she crosses her arms to what she expects to be a flurry of jabs and hooks, only Valentina isn't quite so lucky. Her foe simply slipping her mitts around and past her own, she lets loose a gutteral moan as the breath flies out of her; hands latching to the hands that had found themselves to her throat, to mostly no avail!

The poor Spaniard left with her head shaking back and forth, mouth wide as a little colour left her cheeks; the only chance for her body being saved from being brought about into a unconscious state being that counting referee!

[CyanDimitrik]

Persistently savage, Katsumi continues choking Valentina!

"One! Two! Three!"

She leans into the hold, weathering her opponent's struggles to make the most out of that last second.

"Four!"

All in an instant, her hands leave Valentina's neck and raise in the classic dindu. She even turns a pair of wide, innocent eyes to the referee-girl, who isn't having any of it. "You do that again, I'm disqualifying you!"

"We were just wrestling!"

"Oshiro-san!"

"Fiiiiiinuh," petulantly groans the Punk Princess.

Her attention returns to Valentina, and she reaches for the girl's shoulders to draw her up to her feet again. The intent is to suddenly hook her arms around her waist to bodylock her against herself, relying on the pound and choke before to be enough to keep her woozied.

[Devilish53]

Valentina's saved, but given the state she's in, she can't help but feel like the match could have ended there and then. She thanked the rules, but also cursed them, as her fine, sweaty figure was forced in an upwards direction with absolutely no resistance on her part. Hands slapping and pushing at the sides of the figure soon pulling her against her, the Spaniard let out a wince; one fuelled with the general breathlessness of her scenario, let alone the choke she had just suffered, and one fuelled from the repeated ab shots the punk princess had fired her way.

She'd stay woozy even as she found herself snagged; the only response being from the Spaniard a set of raised arms, that took a moment longer than they should have given the short distance to find her foes shoulders, before pushing rather weakly upon them. Pulling her right leg back, evidently even in her gawping state, Valentina had little intention of staying in that waistlock. Even if she could muster very little effective resistance currently.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi knows she's been working Valentina's midsection with a combination of squeezes and strikes. A strong part of her wishes she had gotten to do more of that to Kyoko, but she can take the frustrations out on this girl. And given that she's struggling, but failing to loosen her grip on her, it seems like the perfect time to indulge a little. Katsumi's a strong girl for someone her size, and she enjoys utilizing that in surprising ways. but one of her favorite things to do is to make use of her core - through squeezes and splashes. This is going to be the former.

Katsumi's arms bear into Valentina's waist more tightly before she arches her back, pushing her trim midsection against Valentina's abs, squeezing her in a bearhug. This is like candy for the punkette; physically dominating another girl - one who has a more muscled body. It's like the perfect irony. The audience gets to enjoy the spectacle with the added benefit of excessive body contact between the grapplers.

"Almost over now, wouldn'cha say?," she taunts, nearly face-to-face with her.

[Devilish53]

With thirty pounds, and a couple of inches on the punk princess, the idea of worked in such a dominating hold made Valentina blush. A bearhug, a torture rack, dragonsleeper. Countless moves all fall under the more dominating side of things, albeit given she has the scale, none seem more humiliating than being hugged out by a figure whom she should by all means, be doing such back to. Then again, Katsumi's move wasn't out of the blue; repeated reverse squeezes, bodysplashes and ab shots had all set Valentina up for the torture she was in now; with all that collective damage coming together, as Valentina's finely toned abdomen caved, forced in under that softer frame.

Whatsmore, to make matters all the more patronising, the bigger Spaniard is nigh picked from her feet; the arching motion of her hugging foe forcing the backs of her feet from the mat, as her toes support what they can. One arm falling as she lets out a lengthy, deep moaning coo, the other holds Katsumi's embracing arms, trying what it can to push and unsteady that grip. All the while, Katsumi merely goads her, gazing into her eyes and talking as if crushing the bigger Spaniard was but child's play.

"St..Stick it.." She'd gasp, breath escaping before she could even begin her response, head falling back as another coo slips free.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's arms flex, biting into Valentina's lower back and grinding her stomach into her own.

"Oh.. shit.. bad choice of words..," she grins up at her opponent. Her cadence is a little off, thanks to the effort she's putting into the squeeze. And though it looks like Valentina is about ready for the end, Katsumi wants to make doubly certain that the blonde is finished before she ever releases her from her arms. She wants the audience to get their money's worth - at Valentina's expense.

Katsumi begins to step back with her, dragging the girl along towards the center of the ring. And once there, her back arches again to push her toned midsection hard against Valentina's, looking for that sweet moneyshot.