Raya Ashberry vs "the Punk Princess" Katsumi Oshiro

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“You stupid little-Just…go down already!” Raya would say in frustration, furious that the pin had been broken.

She’d reach out with one arm and push Katsumi’s shoulders back down to pin her again, but then stopped and thought of a better idea. If she tried to get a pin, there’s no telling how many times Katsumi would manage to just barely kick out until she could recover, so she instead decided to go for something else.

She’d take a moment to stand up over Katsumi, hands on her knees and breathing heavily, then would start to roll her opponent over to the side of the ring and would try to roll her out so she could get counted out instead. Of course, the time for a count out would take longer than for a pin, but for Katsumi to escape it she’d need to get up and get back into the ring rather than simply kick out, so there was a better chance of winning this way, Raya thought. And all the while Katsumi struggled, she herself could just sit in the ring and have precious moments to take a much needed rest after the onslaught she’d been through.

Raya kept rolling Katsumi until they reached the ropes and she pushed her one more time, hoping to get her out of the ring!

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A grunt escapes her as her shoulder is pushed back down to the mat.

"One!," counts the referee quickly, only to pause when Raya herself breaks the hold.

When her rival gets up to her feet, Katsumi turns over onto her side away from her, starting to gather her strength. "Yeah.. wouldn't.. be very punk.. if I did what I'm told," she muses back at her. She starts to collect herself onto all fours, only for a pair of hands to set to her slender physique and roll her over. Again. Again. And again.

She realizes where she's being shoveled amidst the dizzying rotations just before being spilled out to the floor! Her left hand shoots out, snagging onto the middle rope to halt herself! Then, using that cable, she climbs her way up to her feet outside the ropes and lashes out, attempting to catch Raya behind the head with her arms. And if caught, it's a quick and sudden drop to a knee to jam her throat against the stretchy top rope before letting go with a snap!

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As Raya was about to roll Katsumi over and drop her out of the ring, the punk suddenly managed to climb out outside the ropes, almost as if she had been revitalized.

Raya was shocked that her opponent still had so much fight in her left, she was beginning to want to just get this over with, her frustrations increasing the more this woman resisted and struggled. She’d reach out to try and grab her but Katsumi was faster, managing to catch Raya behind the head and drop to her knees to slam Raya’s throat against the top rope!

“Argh!” Raya stumbled and clutched her throat in pain, giving Katsumi another opportunity!

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The referee-girl didn't care much for that sudden rope guillotine! Of course, a lot has happened in this match that she doesn't care for!

Katsumi summarily ignores her, climbing to her feet again. She takes a few hard, fast breaths to steel her nerves, willing everything to try to recover quicker and pool her concentration. Grabbing the top rope, she leans back to stretch it, then uses the springiness to vault herself upwards. Gold-sole'd boots land on the cable, and she's promptly launches forward again! Her lithe body twists over in the air, aiming to slam her torso across Raya's chest in a springboard crossbody!

Arms and legs drawn back and wide, Katsumi throws her whole being into the attack in hopes of bearing her rival down to the mat and knocking her breathless!

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Raya was too busy clutching her throat to notice that Katsumi had attempted a springboard crossbody, and so was caught completely by surprised as her opponent slammed into her.

“Unngh!” Raya cried out as she fell onto the mat on her back and lay prone, unable to move a muscle.

She groaned, trying to recover, but was too far gone. She had been trying to get this match over with, but all she could do now was lay there and hope to prolong it by any means necessary, trying to escape the humiliation of defeat, but the more time passed, the less likely this seemed. She laid there gasping for air at the mercy of Katsumi!

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Katsumi lays across the prone Raya's form, chest to chest, panting.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair, her hand raised again to begin the pinfall. It would be enough, just to cover Raya and let the match end in triumph.

"One!"

No. No, not after what Raya did. Not after that betrayal. She needs this woman to feel her wrath. No getting off easy tonight.

Katsumi plants her hand against Raya's stomach and pushes herself off to rest on her knees. For the second time tonight, the referee has to toss her hands in the air in frustration with people breaking their own pins! But the reason why isn't left to mystery long.

Katsumi reaches down to take Raya by the head, one hand beneath her jaw, the other behind the head, both pulling to draw her up to her feet with her. Then, with a firm yank, she attempts to pull Raya's head between her legs. With a tired smile, Katsumi lifts her right fist to the audience, signaling the end is near with a slow, figure-eight roll of her hips against the back of Raya's neck.

Then she's leaning in, wrapping her arms around Raya's midsection. She takes a moment to pool her strength before hefting, swinging her body up and over her head, slotting her into place back to back as Katsumi hunches forward. She catches Raya's wrists in her hands and steps carefully to hook her ankles with her thighs, ensuring she lies back flat against her, her arms and legs spread wide.

Then, Katsumi winds her arms and wrenches on the captive wrists, pulling downwards - which in turn forces them backwards behind Raya's back. Katsumi arches herself a little further, bowing Raya's body into a tighter arch against her back and locking in her gory special finisher, the Nightmare Fuel. Each pull, a hyper-extension of the arms. Each pump, a back-to-back torture rack against her spine.

"Now scream for me!," she shouts back over her shoulder. "Lemme know you've had enough! I wanna hear you say I'm the best!"

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Raya tried to move but couldn’t, she was helpless as Katsumi got on top of her and the ref started to count, but suddenly her opponent got up and grabbed her, placing her in a position she’d never seen before, flat on top of Katsumi’s back with her arms and legs trapped while staring at the ceiling without being able to do anything.

As Katsumi starts pulling, Raya feels a sharp pain explode within her, but she hears Katsumi’s taunt and resolves to stay silent as an act of resistance. Of course, that resistance lasts mere seconds and she can do nothing other than scream in humiliating fashion, unable to withstand the agony. Maybe crying from the get go would have been better, as those few seconds of silence would signal to her punk opponent that she had tried to resist and failed in spectacular fashion.

“Aaaaaaaghhh!” She cries out, unable to withstand the pain of the hold, and then starts begging for mercy.

“Y-You’re the best! You’re the best Katsumi!” Raya obediently repeats what her opponent commanded her to say, and begins to mutter the words of submission. “I-I…I sub-”

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"Ahahah~!"

The referee hovers close to Raya, watching her face. "Do you submit!? Do you give up!?"

The audience is chanting it at this point. They see the writing on the wall. "TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!"

Katsumi isn't satisfied, though. That piledriver felt so... dirty, so egregious, that she isn't done yet. A submission feels like the easy way out! And she starts to hear the submission coming, the telltale stammer. And rather than let her finish, she wrenches hard on the arms to try to interrupt her speech with a new scream. She pulls tighter, tighter, straining Raya's muscles against her back for excruciating seconds before whipping her arms back and dropping, attempting to swing Raya forward and slam her down chest-first against the mat behind her to shuddering impact!

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“I-I sub-aaaaghh!” Raya started to submit, but was forced into another scream by Katsumi who pulled even harder.

“P-Please! Please Katsumi, I-” She continued to plead until suddenly she was swung forward and slammed down onto the mat, where she laid unmoving.

“Uh…ungh…p-please…” Raya started to mumble but was unable to finish her sentence, her words slurring and incoherent as she laid there dazed on the mat, waiting for Katsumi to finish her off. It was the punk princess’s total victory with nothing left to stand in her way, she could do whatever she wanted and Raya could no longer resist.

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Something about the impact was bittersweet. It didn't feel like the usual impish glee she felt when flattening out an opponent. It felt like paying her back. Fixing a wrong that'd been visited upon her, correcting some transgression. But hearing her beg in her dazed state afterwards put a tart sting in it.

She whirls over onto all fours and wordlessly reaches out, snagging Raya's outside leg to roll her over onto her back. Once Raya's settled on her back, Katsumi crawls forward to lie herself on her, the movements deliberately collected and driven. She nudges the woman's legs apart with her knees and settles in, hips pressing firmly against her. Once again - deliberate. It's an unnecessarily intimate pressure, but Katsumi wants her to feel it; to feel her dominating her in this way, in that every subtle shift and brush of their hips creates an exquisite, secret friction. Her bare stomach presses into Raya's, fully embracing the sensation of her muscled rival's abdominals against her smooth, toned midsection. Each etched contour and line felt in full, and more emphasized with each time they breathe against each other. Naturally, her breasts press firmly into Raya's, shifting to nestle the soft curvature of her chest against the other woman's larger bosom.

By now, the referee has dropped beside the pair. But Katsumi pauses any counting with a quick raise of her hand. Perplexed, she waits with a blink.

Katsumi's attention turns to Raya's wrists, seizing them and dragging her arms along the mat until they're folded above her head. Crossing one wrist over the other, Katsumi uses one hand to pin them both down to the mat. Her free hand sets to her bicep, and her face lowers close to Raya's - close enough that each exhale beats warmth against her lips.

"Now there's no doubt... who's pinning who...," she murmurs to her. "You're mine."

She subtly shifts herself; the audience won't notice it, the referee likely won't either, but it's a deliberate grind of her body over Raya's. From the base of their hips grinding together, their stomachs rubbing in skin contact, and breasts pushing against each other. "Say it... and I'll let'er count this pin."