Katsumi Oshiro vs. Kana Kasama

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The impact is hard. Katsumi held nothing back. Her trim stomach smashes against Kana's belly, and she can feel the other cave under her. It felt amazing - easily one of the reasons she uses a splash as a finisher. Sure, it causes her own stomach to ache, but it's so worth it. So, with jaw firmed and teeth gritting through the initial shock of pain, Katsumi arches her back powerfully to grind her stomach against Kana's. Her upper-body is propped on her forearms, legs extended flush against the mat as she lies across her foe.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair. Her hand raises! Slap! "One!"

Katsumi, unable to help the curiosity, shifts enough to grind her stomach subtly against Kana's. Is she still conscious? Is she still enjoying this?

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Kana was gone. The splash had knocked nearly everything out of her. Her eyes were open but glazed over. She could only see the bright lights above her as the pin was started. She would slightly twitch but that was the only movement for now. She would feel Katsumi's stomach grind against hers and she would let out a moan as any small contact with her stomach would hurt from now for a while. She wanted to continue so bad, She had to dig deep but she would lightly lift her shoulder off the matt just slightly. The crowd would go insane as Kana would lay there again with her shoulder only barely off the mat. She wouldn't say a word as she was defying all odds. She wasn't going to win this match... but she was going to make it enjoyable for the crowd as they went crazy with surprise, most likely shocking Katsumi as well.

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"Two!"

Katsumi is content with how this is ending. She'd really beaten this girl up, and the audience could clearly see who the top dog was tonight. It's exactly what she was shooting for. And then Kana brings her shoulder up. It's just barely, but enough for the referee-girl to stop, raise onto her knees, and declare a two-count. Katsumi raises to her knees as well, tilts her head, and gives Kana... a look.

"Alright, you, listen up. I'm about to really hurt you. Stay the fuck down."

She reaches down to grab the girl around the waist to strongarm her up to her feet again, holding the blonde against herself face-to-face. "I'm not trying to end your damn career here," she mutters.

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Kana was running off fumes. She had been thoroughly beaten tonight through nearly slams alone. The girl she was facing was very strong and obviously the dominant out of the two. She would keep getting up for reasons only her inner mind knew. Was it because she wanted to please the crowd or was there a certain reason that went deeper into Kana's self.

When Kana brought her shoulder up just enough to barely stop the three count, she would hear Katsumi's words and shiver with excitement. She would be lifted with pure strength off the mat by her waist. Katsumi's fit body proving to be extremely fit as their bodies pressed together. They were face to face. When Katsumi said that she wasn't trying to end her career, Kana would give her a soft smile and whisper in her tired and weak voice "Your sweet... but you... Wont." She would say as she basically gave her the go on the next move that would most likely or at least should end the match.

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"Better not," Katsumi murmurs back to her, albeit more inwardly.

The review of the tape would show Kana didn't stand a chance tonight. She was pulverized from the start, beaten, battered, crushed, toyed with, abused in nearly every sense of the word - except in LAW's most typical manner, that is. And yet, if Katsumi wasn't the one pulling Kana up by the shoulder, Kana was inexplicably lifting her shoulder off the mat. Sure, the rules of a pinfall are designed to be broken easily to keep a match exciting, Katsumi's very convinced of that! But it's like Kana wanted the pain. Wanted to prolong the beating.

Or perhaps, what she wanted to prolong was her time spent with the choppy-haired Punk Princess. The oddball - Katsumi isn't putting it past her!

But what she is absolutely thinking is that she needs to finish Kana off now. No more playing. No more picking her back up. They're getting into dangerous territory. This last hit needs to be it. She can let Kana get whatever devious jollies she wants out of the feeling of being pinned after the fact. ...darn girl came in wearing lingerie, of course she'd be a weirdo, sheesh.

Supporting Kana's body against herself, Katsumi walks with her towards the corner of the ring. Gradually, Katsumi begins easing up the turnbuckle, carefully keeping Kana hugged to herself - though Kana may have to help with the climb a bit, lest it go even slower. But finally, Katsumi will stand with the platinum-haired girl, facing the ring.

Her head tilts forward to touch forehead to forehead with her. "Stay. Down. After this. M'serious. You ready for the hardest Shutdown I've ever given?"

Indeed, Kana may find herself in familiar territory - although the 'bearhug' preamble for the finisher isn't being as applied as heavily for balance issues. Still, Kana is clutched to Katsumi, face to face, chest mashing into chest, stomach to stomach, and hips to hips. It would be too easy to dive from the perch and splash onto the girl.

The audience is stomping, clapping, already anticipating the final execution. But Katsumi's waiting - giving Kana a chance to signal she's ready for it, to hold onto her in return if she wants, to do whatever she needs to do before the flying finale.

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Kana's masochism driven defiance got a response out of Katsumi who murmured a simple "Better not" Even after all that Kana had been put through, she still craved more. She was an addict. An Addict for pain which ultimately brought her pleasure. A pleasure that was worth all the pain in the world, or at least she hadn't found her limits yet. It was a dangerous addiction, as Kana had found herself on the receiving end of some of the most brutal, one sided matches in known LAW history.

The mascochism was one thing, however there was something about Katsumi that infatuated Kana as well. Her entire demeanor. She was calm, cool and collected through much of their match while also providing Kana with the pain and pleasure she desired. Katsumi's personality... And her body... and just her presence seemed to have Kana in some sort of trance that kept her going, even after such intense moves.

Kana of course lifted her shoulder which was a surprise after all the moves she had taken already, but shouldn't have been a surprise if people knew her endurance. She had built this endurance squash match by squash match, domination session by domination session, beating by beating.

Kana knew she was in dangerous territory but Katsumi was like a drug that she wanted... or that she felt she needed.

After Kana lifted her shoulder and broke the pin, Katsumi was right back at it, supporting Kana's body against her own as she walked her over to the corner of the ring. Katsumi began to climb up the turnbuckle keeping Kana's body hugged to herself. Kana assisted the climb as best as she could, while she wasn't much help, she at least did what she could.

The next moment was like an appetizer for Kana. Katsumi leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. Kana heard Katsumi's words, ordering her to stay down and that she was just serious. Kana softly nodded her head, although she wasn't 100% sure if she could keep that promise, that was of course if her body was able to allow her to break it which was unlikely after what was coming.

Kana heard Katsumi's question and again, a gentle nod.

Their bodies pressed together tightly. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach, hips to hips, and face to face. Kana felt like butter being pressed against a hot surface. The only thing that could make this better would have been a kiss. She looked at Katsumi, eyes begging for anything she could get. The crowd stomped, clapped and cheered but Kana felt completely alone with Katsumi as their eyes looked into each other. She looked longingly and gave a subtle nod, gently wrapping her arms around Katsumi's upper body before awaiting the finale.

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A nod. And then another nod. Katsumi was good with that by itself - unless it was just a subtle little facial-nuzzle of sorts. It was kind'a hard to tell with this Kana girl. But as her arms joined around Katsumi in response, the Punk Princess feels a bit of relief.

Okay. She understands. She's on board.

It's an intimate moment, to be sure. Even beating on someone can be tiring, if the match lasts this long. If Katsumi didn't have the cardio to back it up, she'd likely be starting to gas out. But not here. Not right now. Right now, her arms wind a little further around the other girl's waist, hugging her bare stomach tighter to hers, inwardly enjoying the moment of knowing she's holding the girl's fate in her arms. That her rival has a kind of submissive attachment to her. It makes everything just a little more exciting, every point of body contact with her a little more felt; the smoothness of her skin, the pressure of her breasts against hers, the feel of her warm breath lapping at her lips, the look of the girl's flushed face.

She had to finish her off.

Metaphorically.

But somehow, it's still a thrill.

"Before I do this...," she says quietly, letting the audience eat up the anticipation building, watching Kana's submissive state in her impending doom of sorts. "...I'll let you pick. You wanna be pinned.. face to face? Or more, ah... upside-down?"

She isn't sure why she's offering the choice. Maybe a call-back to another match she remembers, where a girl seemed... similarly very interested in the beating she received. Personally, she thinks she wants to lie directly upon Kana. But if Kana's held on this long, she can let her decide which she prefers in her face; either her face, or her hips.