"Standard" Match - Azami vs Katya

"Oh stop pretending as if you're not enjoying this!" Azami playfully scolded Katya for being defiant as she tried to apply the pin completely.

She was focused too much about containing the upper half of her opponent, however, and failed to notice Katya's legs movement until it was too late. A surprised yelp was heard before the brunette's boots connected with the princess' face, sending Azami onto her back unceremoniously while holding her face.

The blue haired girl groaned as she rolled on the mat, exaggerating her injury although she was quite pissed at Katya. Of all place, her opponent had the nerve to stamp her dirty boots on her face! Azami wasn't about to let that one slip, she's going to pay Katya tenfold... as soon as the pain subsided.

“Hah!” Katya crowed with no little relief, as Azami rolled back off of her after taking her boots to the face. The Russian hauled herself up to her knees, dusting herself down a little, pleased at how quickly she had managed to reverse things.

Azami seemed really stunned right now, so Katya decided to go right back in for her blue-haired opponent.
“Aww, donâ€t like to play rough?” she grinned, grabbing Azamiâ€s right hand by the wrist and pulling it away from her face.

Katya would attempt to pull Azamiâ€s arm out at ninety degrees to her body, and then wrap her legs around Azamiâ€s shoulder and across her chest, sitting down beside her opponent to begin an armbar.

Azami grunted as her arm was pulled away from her face, before she felt Katya locking it in armbar. She let out a cry of pain, her feet stomping on the mat in an exaggerated frustration while her other hand still covering her face. Only the thought about payback keeping her somewhat focused in enduring the hold.

"Ahh...! Y-you... Just you wait...!" she whined while shaking her head a bit.

The blue haired girl would grab Katya's nearest leg at the ankle and began to twist it around. She hoped that it could ease the hold and give her an opening to escape before her caught arm starting to get numb or something.

Katya grinned at Azamiâ€s whine, encouraged at being in a dominant position for once. She was finally winning at wrestling! With a proper wrestling hold and everything! The Russian was clearly enjoying this opportunity to actually use what she had learnt.

“Oh, well, waitingâ€s not really my style,” Katya replied smugly as she continued to put the hurt on Azami, appreciating the feeling of the other girl squirming between her legs.

Things went sour, though, when Azami used her free hand to counter, bending Katyaâ€s foot at an unhappy angle.

“Oww!!” the Russian exclaimed, moving her legs apart to lessen the pressure on her ankle. In wriggling around she loosened her hold quite considerably, giving Azami a window to break free of the hold if she could.

"So I guess you like this better then..." Azami's smirk mixed with grimace as she drew the agonized cry from Katya.

Once she felt the hold on her arm loosened, the princess would try to pull her arm away before she push her opponent's away from her. From there, Azami was intending to roll away from Katya and nurse her arm for a bit. Trading an arm for a leg might not be too bad of an idea, but she surely didn't want to do much trading for the rest of the match.

Katya grunted a little as she was pushed away from Azami, sad to have lost her advantage but still inwardly pleased at how she had managed to hold her own in this match so far.

“Iâ€ll like it best when youâ€re my slave for the night,” Katya replied as she clambered to her feet, testing her weight on her ankle. Her foot had only been slightly twisted, so despite the initial pain there was no lasting damage. She circled Azami a little, realising that the blue-haired girl was still struggling a little with her arm.

Katya thought this was a great time to keep up the momentum. She would approach Azami and grab her by the arm while her defences were still down. The Russian wanted to Irish whip Azami into the far turnbuckle.

"You sure? You were so happy when you became my little pet..." Azami rolled her eyes to Katya's comment. "Even your partner can see that..."

Despite her attempt to keep a safe distance from her opponent, though, Azami couldn't react properly due her sore arm. She tried to pull away as her arm was grabbed, but Katya managed to toss her into the far corner in the end. At least, the princess managed to turn around so it was her back which crashed onto the turnbuckle.

"Agh...!" she cried.

The blue haired girl would writhe on the corner to exaggerate her pain as usual, hoping that Katya would take the bait and come after her. Azami was planning to raise her leg to deliver a big boot to the brunette's chest if Katya tried to charge at her or something.

Katya grinned wolfishly as she saw Azami slam spine-first into the turnbuckle. She seemed to be really writhing in pain… her pretty body seeming helpless… which was a pleasing sight for the Russian. And encouraged her to attack.

Eagerly, the petite brunette charged in, aiming to nail Azami with a running shoulder before dominating her in the corner. Her mind was already moving forwards to what she could do to Azami while her victim was tangled in the ropes… so it came as a rather unpleasant shock when the blue-haired girl unexpectedly countered with a big boot.

“Ahh!” Katya cried out as her chest was struck hard, the momentum of her own body making the blow extra painful. She was knocked clean off her feet and fell heavily onto her back. She clutched her chest and wailed, although it was less from the pain and more from feeling aggrieved at not getting the control she had wanted and expected.

"Oh Katya-chan... you're soo deserving a punishment..." Azami laughed at the sight of Katya writhing on the mat. "That's not even the start..."

Adjusting her breath, the blue haired princess reached for her opponent's legs and began to drag Katya's body towards the corner. Her plan was to hook the brunette's arms and legs on the ropes to trap Katya in a Tree of Woe position. Azami knew that her former pet was going to enjoy what would come afterwards. The thought alone was delicious in itself, so she would try to finish tying up Katya as soon as she could.

Katya could only splutter helplessly as Azami laughed at her floored form. The Russian had been winded by the surprise kick and was floundering badly.

“Aghh… you cheat!” she managed to cough as her ankles were grabbed, and she was dragged rather humiliatingly towards the corner.

“Ohh… no…” she cringed, shaking her head as she realised what was happening, but not able to offer much else in the way of resistance right now. Hapless Katya was stunned long enough for Azami to pull her upside down and tangle her legs up into the tree of woe position, leaving the Russian stuck upside-down in the corner.

Her brief spell of dominance seemed to have come to an end, as Katya looked quite helpless now, after quite a dramatic reversal of fortune! The Russian pouted unhappily, worried at how her body was now exposed for Azami to take her revenge.