Debutantes No More: Cathy Jefferson vs Katsumi Oshiro

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy stands her ground as Katsumi charges straight at her, bringing her arms up and making like she'll accept the lock up. Then, at the last moment, the cowgirl pivots and, taking hold of the punkette's leading arm at the wrist and forearm, turns around completely while twisting the arm over the Japanese wrestler's head, in a perfectly-executed arm wrench. "Didn't expect that did ya, honey? We can't jes' cuddle all the fricken' time!" the cowgirl chides, maintaining the tight wristlock as she drops her right shoulder towards Katsumi. Having achieved the temporary element of surprise Cathy might just be quick enough to pull the Japanese wrestler on to her shoulders in a fire(wo)man's carry.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi yelps as her arm is taken and twisted into an incredibly basic hold that she really should have seen coming. What was she thinking!? Was she thinking!? And everything Cathy says just digs in more. Cuddling? Is that what they've been doing? Why does she have to call it that!? It's like Cathy wasn't born, but rather designed in a lab to be one living, breathing distraction; a living, breathing distraction that twists Katsumi-arms!

Fortunately, she isn't put through that strain for too long. She finds herself hoisted along the countrygirl's shoulders, eyes wide and instantly panicked. Her legs kick, and she tries to throw a few elbows from her free arm against the top of the blonde's brow in hopes of working her way back down. This particular hold doesn't allow her much in terms of mobility, so her best defenses aren't available. All she has is this struggling!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

The cowgirl's advantage holds as she pulls the punkette's kicking body over her shoulders with one hand while the other goes up between those silky smooth legs, gripping an inner thigh firmly as Cathy stands up with a satisfied grunt. Katsumi is now draped face-down across the blonde's shoulders with Cathy's bicep pressing on her crotch. Cathy likes this new hold a lot due to the range of possibilities now on offer, even though she has to weather some elbows to the head which prove less effective due to the poor angle her opponent has to play with.

"Let's see, topped up ya airmiles already today, sugar? Thought not!" Cathy is on a roll now as she starts to spin Katsumi around while still holding on to her tightly. As she speeds up rapidly, the cowgirl prepares to slam the punk princess on the canvas once she seems dizzy enough.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is in no shortage of trouble now. Her reckless approach has landed her in a predicament that her bony elbows just can't seem to work her out of. Instead, she's snugged in tight across Cathy's shoulders, neck craned, thighs instinctively, reactively squeezing the girl's arm as it brushes her. "Nnh..!" Her eyes squeeze shut, her struggling ceasing as she's spun rapidly. It wouldn't do her any good to good loose while undergoing the centrifuge treatment, only to fly off and bounce along the mat.

Soon, Katsumi's muscles relax. The girl hangs limply across Cathy's shoulders, her eyes spinning. In short order, she finds herself crashing hard against the mat on her back, Cathy's shoulders and head ramming back into her stomach and chest with the completion of the samoan drop. The girl curls inwards before splaying out on the mat with a groan.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

As Katsumi unravels groaning on the mat, the target she presents is simply too tempting for Cathy who stomps on the other woman's belly, grinding her heel into those perfect abs for good measure. Then she realises the time might have been spent more profitably climbing on the top rope to gain height for the next pinfall move. But the cowgirl's left it too late for that now so she opts for a standing frog splash. At the angle she adopts its likely that Cathy will land across Katsumi belly to belly, and their breasts may well clip each other too.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi lies completely vulnerable, and Cathy takes full advantage. The boot driving into her stomach forces the Punk Princess to fold up around her leg, eyes bulging. The grinding of her heel into her abs only intensifies the pain. "Ghh..!" She doesn't uncurl again until the boot is removed, lying in a flat, twitching sprawl again. She lets out the occasional cough as she attempts to regain her breath.

Suddenly, Cathy's bare stomach lands flush across Katsumi's. She curls in around her again with a breathless cry, her abs tensing beneath her, before dropping to lie flat. Strength sapped, she remains helplessly prone beneath Cathy, sucking in as much air as she can, despite the pressure of her opponent's midsection bearing down across her own. "Nng.." Her knees shift, scooting her heels pointlessly along the mat, her eyes squeezed shut. And somewhat in the back of her mind, there's the incessant, welcoming sensation of feeling the countrygirl's stomach against her own again.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair and raises a hand. It slaps firmly against the mat.

"One!"

[Anime_dreamfighter]

With a whoop of delight, Cathy's got Katsumi where she likes her most, flat on her back and writhing beneath her and moaning softly while their well-defined abs suck together in the heat of the stadium lights. Better still, the crowd go apeshit as the referee-girl drops to her knees and slams a hand on the canvas, starting the count. Cathy briefly considers hooking one of Katsumi's legs with her arm and hoisting it up to increase her leverage, but it hardly seems necessary as she gazes down on the punkette's cute but troubled features with an indulgent smile. "Awwww, now don't y'fret, hon. It'll soon be over..."

"Two!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi gives a plaintive moan in response to Cathy's taunt as she continues to writhe. She's intensely aware of three things: one, the feel of Cathy's body pressing down against her. Two, the fact that she's being pinned. Three, the great pain radiating from her stomach, thanks to a boot-heel stomp and grind, followed by that frog splash. She nips onto her bottom lip, mustering all the cussed defiance left in her to fight through the pain and pleasure. As the referee's hand prepares to slap the mat the third and final time, Katsumi plants a boot against the mat and pushes while simultaneously thrusting a shoulder over, managing to twist her body to the side and tuck herself against her opponent, shoulder off the mat and pin broken just before the third count.

Katsumi has no words yet. She knows how close that was. She's still in some considerable pain. Wasting energy on words would be a bad move for her. So she just remains there on her side for the moment, panting hard.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy's feeling mighty pissed at missing out on her best opportunity yet to finish the match by a whisker. She's no longer in the mood to take prisoners...even cute punkette ones ... as she reaches down and fastens her fingers in those long blue-black locks, yanking Katsumi to her knees. Clenching the other fist, she brings her forearm down on the Japanese woman, clubbing her across the back of the head.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi, on the other hand, isn't pissed so much as just.. dazed. But she can tell breaking the pin has set something off in her opponent. Maybe it's just a vibe she's getting. Maybe it's the way her fingers grip her hair and yank - which elicits a pained yelp from said punkette. Maybe it's a look on her face? Whatever it is, Katsumi is brought to her knees before her, wobbling a little. Wide, expressive eyes look up at the blonde, a trace of confusion and concern behind them. She certainly doesn't look very monstrous in this light.

Bam.

The back of Katsumi's head is slammed with a forearm. The girl topples forward to hit the mat facedown.

This distinct advantage came just from a flustered moment, Katsumi tells herself. Now she seems to be getting beaten up. Well, 'seems' is selling it short; Cathy's starting to brutalize her. She has to fight back. She has to get back in this thing. This is her first multiple-falls match with this federation - the audience's first chance to see if Katsumi has the endurance to weather the rougher stuff. It's not exhaustion that's bringing her low, but the compounding pressure of abuse her body's undergone. She'll have to prove that - that and her determination to be the best.

"Nng.."

Her palms press into the mat, and she begins to push herself up onto hands and knees.