Clash of the Titanesses (for Tatyina)

Katsumi grinned in appreciation then groaned with exertion once more as Akashi rejoined the physical duel in earnest. "Suman (excuse me)... Akashi... there is always... nnf... a time and place for everything... aanh... but I appreciate your honesty." She grunted as Akashi halted her progress and pushed back with her true strength. Katsumi's sweat began to flow anew as she tried to force back her opponent those last twelve inches, but the resolute Tanikaze wasn't going anywhere any time soon. This was how it should be: pride, will, and perseverance, all the way to the end, until only one was left standing... or neither.

She gasped as Akashi coiled her arms around her back in a powerful bearhug then lifted upwards. But Katsumi's shock only lasted a moment as she realized exactly what her foe was doing, and she accepted it wholeheartedly. She managed to free her hands, but, instead of using them to strike at Akashi or try and free herself, she wrapped them around Akashi's shoulders and upper back, resting her head on her opponent's shoulder. As she was hauled off of the mat, her legs coiled around Akashi's thighs and calves, grapevining the opposing set of legs and allowing Katsumi to pull herself flush against the green-clad titaness.

She spoke determinedly and without hesitation. "That's it, Akashi-chan, give your all. I won't resist. Give me your finisher and I will take it! Hit me with EVERYTHING you've got!"

Akashi's eyes gleamed as she felt Katsumi snake around her body, welcoming the finisher. Her eyes narrowed and she thought about the people she needed to beat and her climb to the top. Katsumi was someone who could stand in her way and Akashi c ouldn't allow it. She wanted to have a match for realand was certain in her heart of hearts that if they fought in the ring Akashi would win, despite not knowing how the outcome would be in the dohyou.

She pressed her head against Katsumi's forehead andtightened her grip. "Sayonara, Sadaji-san." She said and pushed herself forward to push them both forward, slamming her body against Katsumi and slaming Katsiumi's body against the ground as well as smashing Katsumi's head between the mat and her own forhead. It had dropped very tough foes in matchesincluding Sarah Gatt and Akashi wondered if Katsumi could stand up to it. With their weary state, she wondered if even SHE could stand up to it herself.

Katsumi was ecstatic. She was going to take everything Akashi had and throw it right back, if she could. She might not be so confident about the outcome in the AFW ring, but she was positive she was at least the Tanikaze's equal in the dohyo or solely body-to-body. It was up to her to come up with new ways to fight against different fighting styles in this arena, in that she was rather fresh, very green. But for now, she would focus on this match. She closed her eyes and grinned as she held on tight to Akashi, awaiting the leap and the impact.

Then Akashi's forehead pressed against hers, and Katsumi grimaced. She had bad experiences with this type of situation, and an instinctive, remembering fear almost bubbled up in her, but her pride and determination forced it down. She had promised Akashi she would take anything, and so Katsumi would. Besides, her foe would be enduring the same exact effect, and she had to hand it to Akashi for being willing to take it so far.

"Sayonara, Tanikaze-san..." she whispered. On the spur of the moment, Katsumi moved her mouth forward and pressed her lips chastely to Akashi's. It was a gesture of luck and respect, as well as a promise of things to come. Cradled in the embrace of a powerful and courageous young woman, kissing her kindred spirit as they both prepared to hurtle into oblivion without fear, Katsumi wondered to herself.

"Is this love?"

Then the moment came, and it was as if the world had slowed in this one magnificent moment. She felt the powerful muscles in Akashi's legs strain as they threw their entwined bodies forward, felt the pulse of her heart through the crush of their bosoms, the unafraid tensing of her muscles as they braced for impact, the soft, sensuous feel of the green mawashi against her stomach and thighs, the warm sweet breath of a brave warrior caressing her mouth and neck. The air of the gym seemed cool and smooth as it whipped past her body, and out of the corner of her eyes, she saw their impromptu audience, frozen in shock and disbelief, no doubt at the fact that Katsumi had willingly accepted such an attack.

She was determined to show them all, determined to somehow endure this attack and get back up, just as she had so many times before over four whole years.

Then her sense of time accelerated, and Katsumi realized she was roaring, venting a cry of defiance back at Akashi as the mat flew up at stunning speed to meet them.

WWHHAAAAAAMM!!!

Akashi's body slammed into Katsumi's with titanic force, shaking the entire ring to its foundations and the exercise machinery closest to the arena trembled, metal clinking from the sheer force. Well-built, resilient bodies crushed together in one stunning moment, breasts compressed into fleshy pancakes for one painful moment, ribcages and pelvises colliding even through the tough, powerful muscle of their abs and hips. Their heads smashed together with a frightening impact, and the damage Katsumi endured was furthered by the mat's impact to the back of her head. The sheer force of impact shook loose a copious amount of sweat from their soaked bodies, spraying upwards and out in an impressive, glistening display before splattering back onto the two embracing bodies and the mat around them.

Katsumi blacked out on impact.

But she was not finished.

She lay motionless underneath, with Akashi's body crushing down on top of her like a sensuous, fleshy blanket. For a few tense seconds, she did not move. Then suddenly, her legs twitched, and her body began to stir. She tried to press upwards, almost mechanically pushing her body against her opponent's, trying to bring herself upright. She murmured something, over and over again, like one possessed.

"Hitohshi... hitohshi, Akebono-sama. Hitohshi...please. Hitohshi, I'm not finished. Hitohshi... hitohshi, Akebono-sama..."

Hitoshi meant "another try." She wasn't done yet. Her struggles to rise became more and more insistent as her body slowly began to regain strength. If Akashi was conscious enough to look down, she would make a stunning discovery. Katsumi's eyes were half-rolled towards the back of her head, her syllables slurring slightly and her movements too involuntary to be truly aware. The young Sadaji was still unconscious, but her body and instinct carried on through sheer willpower. Her hands released Akashi's upper body and fumbled blindly downwards, finally latching onto her mawashi out of pure muscle memory.

Through her four years of wrestling and fighting to her uppermost limits and beyond, an instinct had been irrevocably ingrained into her: no matter what, get up again. She had been pounded senseless, crushed into oblivion, exhausted into unconsciousness so many times that it had become almost automatic for her body to seek to stand once again without fail, even if her mind was out. Her body crushed upward feebly but relentlessly, trying to bring Akashi's body up with her.

Katsumi's head and consciousness had taken a proportionally huge amount of damage, but below the neck it was another story. Even though the crushing body-to-body impact had downed more delicate opponents, Katsumi's powerful physique had endured and resisted, air that was forced from the lungs steadily returning, and crushed muscle and flesh returning to form with impressive consistency. Akashi's body was of the same class and had not been sandwiched between the "hammer and anvil," so she might have been in even better condition below the neck, but the blue-clad Sadaji's body was already priming for another round.

Katsumi was gradually coming to, her movements becoming more coherent, assertive, and aware, but her instinct remained in control for a few more moments, hugging Akashi to her with inhuman persistence. "Hitoshi... please! Hitoshi! HISTOSHI!! HITOSHI, AKEBONO-SA...ma... wha? Wait, oh no! Akashi-chan, how long was I out?? Did the ref count already? Wha-where, I thought he was watching me!"

Obviously still somewhat disoriented, Katsumi tried to get her bearings, her eyes still a little unfocused and her hands coming up to shake Akashi's shoulders in anxiety and confusion. "I didn't lose yet, are we still going? He can't see that I'm giving up, Akashi, he can't know, he knows I never give up, he knows..."

Akashi wasshocked at Katsumi's retort, especially as she pressed her lips together but it would not stop her from completing her move. As she fell forward and Katsumi roared, she was even more determined. By now, she had done this move enough that she knew exactly what to expect. She remembered all the things she had endured and knew that she could endure this. She wouldn't let herself be defeated by her own move, no matter what.

Upon the impact, she felt her body shake and tremble. Her whole world went white and pain seared her skull and rippled down through her body. She struggled to keep from going unconscious and wondered if her head busted open again. She weakly laid against Katsumi's form and let out a groan.

Her hands instincttively pressed flat against either side of Katsumi's body to force herself up a littlte bit. It was now ingrained in her body to always go for a proper pin. No matter what, she knew she would always have that much strength.

Aksahi forced herself upward, onto her hands and knees, still straddling Katsumi, her breathing heavy as she saw specks of blood fall of her. She grinned at the sight. Not for any masochistic reason, but she was definitely getting better. She would have to thank all those people who had increased herstrength exponentially. Getting dragged across barbed wire, getting punched with brass knuckles, getiing beaten with a lead pipe, masane's brutal kicks, Sarah's punches. No matter what was done to her she had swore to always leave the ring under her own power. Today would be no exception.

But as she caught a glipse of Katsumi's face, she say her eyes rolled back. "Katsumi... Chan..." She whispered but she suddenly felt Katsumi twitching, she thought she might be coming too and was going to get off but when she saw Katsumi speaking, her eyes widened.

She carefully watched the sumo and realized that it was an unconscious reaction. She watched with a sense of intrigue, impressed that she could condition her body so well. She felt Katsumi Hugging and screaming, and wondered if everything really was alright, but she slid her arms around Katsumi. It seemed likeshe could burst into consciousness but was stll speaking rapidly.

Akashi's eyes widened as she was shaken. She opened her mouth to speak but no matter what, she couldn't get a word in edgewise. Finally she reached up and grabbed Katsumi by the chin to hold her in place. "Katsumi-chan!" She said quickly to try and snap her out of it. She then leaned in to kiss Katsumi deeply. She knew that would give her the answers to all her questions.

Katsumi snapped into full coherence as Akashi held her chin firmly yet gently. She began to blush in embarassment and started to stutter, hoping whatever she had said while she was out hadn't put off the other beauty. However, that question was soon answered and Katsumi's blush erupted full force when Akashi pressed her mouth to her lips.

At first, she was stock-still, too stunned to react, a part of her mind wondering if she was hallucinating or still dreaming. Then a few flecks of blood splattered gently onto her own wounded forehead, mixing with her own scarlet life essence. She closed her eyes and took in the warmth and softness of Akashi's body, and her heart began to beat faster against the young woman's chest. It was real. Thank the heavens above, it was real.

She opened her eyes halfway and thrust her own lips up to smash against Akashi's with more pressure, trying to arch her back and press the front of her body into her new lover. As far as she was concerned, the moment the AFW had been founded, a miracle had been made. Her affections became more passionate and aggressive, and she hooked her right leg around Akashi's left. Heaving her body over with the strength of passion and exultation, Katsumi would now be the woman lovingly crushing down in their embrace. Her body heated up and began to add even more sensuous layers of shimmering sweat to their bodies. The blue-clad sumo brought her hands down to Akashi's green mawashi, fully intending to undress the beautiful girl immediately and take her, right there and then. She began to tug gently yet insistently...

"KATSUMI! SNAP OUT OF IT!!" A sharp, stern voice cut through her passionate reverie, and Katsumi snapped her head up, a murderous glare already glinting in her eye. Her mood of furious wrath changed to one of indignant surprise as she realized who had so rudely interrupted her intended lovemaking with Akashi.

The intruding woman was tall, taller than Ciara, Akashi, or Katsumi, her lean body not as heavily built or muscular as the young Austerlitz or the youthful Sadaji. Everything about her smacked of duty, business, and intensity. She wore a black business jacket and pants, both striped lengthwise with thin white lines, impeccably clean and pressed, with a white turtleneck covering where she could have shown cleavage otherwise. She was pure blonde, her hair well-groomed, not even reaching past her chin, and covering her left eye. Her right gleamed with an intense blue-green and stared at Katsumi with an unnerving urgency.

"Lysandra-san! Wha-when? How did you get here already? AND WHAT THE FU-"

"Cut the complaints, Katsumi, you and Akashi can go marry each other for all I care. But you're going to stop NOW, because we've got a massive bloody problem that both of you were too oblivious to notice!"

Katsumi's eyes flared and she immediately began to rise, fully intent on beating her companion into the ground. "Sister or not, I. AM. GOING. TO. KILL. Y-" Then suddenly, she noticed the ruckus on the other side of the gym: a frightening mixture of screams, yells, bloodthirsty cries, and animalistic noises. For a moment she was silent and still, wondering what in the world it could be. Then she realized what it was. "Oh my god. CIARA!!!"

Lysandra's angered yell cut across the gymnasium's atmosphere. "Screaming's not going to stop them from KILLING each other, Kat, we've GOT TO GO, NOW!"