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Age: 22
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black & Crimson Red
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 159 lbs
Hometown: Kyoto, Japan
Alignment: Heel
Appearance
Standard
Hentai
Entrance Theme - Golden Bloodline
Physical Stats
Endurance: ■■■■■■■■□□ - Built to last through grueling wars and prolonged punishment, her stamina allows her to dish out pain as long as needed.
Speed: ■■■■■■□□□□ - Not the fastest, but deceptively quick when closing in for a hold or slinking around a dazed opponent.
Strength: ■■■■■■■□□□ - Packs raw power into her frame, enough to lift and bend opponents into tormenting shapes with ease.
Defense: ■■■■■□□□□□ - Relies more on sadism than caution, often taking hits just to get in close and ensnare.
Technique: ■■■■■■■■□□ - A wicked technician, with expert grappling and anatomical knowledge that turns each match into a slow, sensual vivisection.
Wrestling Stats
Strikes: ■■■■□□□□□□ - Her strikes are quick and dirty—elbows, claws, and knees meant to soften rather than stun.
Submissions: ■■■■■■■■■■ - Miori doesn’t just apply holds, she savors them, effortlessly stretching limbs to the edge of ruin.
Power Moves: ■■■■■■□□□□ - Suplexes and slams that plant you into the mat and leave you gift-wrapped for a sensual pin.
Aerial Moves: ■■■■□□□□□□ - Sometimes takes to the skies, if only to further torment an already damaged opponent
Counters: ■■■■■□□□□□ - Capable reversals into joint locks or pins when her opponent gets too close.
Type: Dirty Technician
Fighting Style: Miori specializes in powerful submissions that break both body and spirit. She excels at applying brutal holds like joint locks, crushing body scissors, and spine-wrenching stretches, often pushing her opponents to the brink of injury. Her hentai holds are as humiliating as they are inescapable, allowing her to ride out every grope, grind, and caress until her insatiable lust is satisfied. Her powerful frame allows her to execute devastating power moves, but she also incorporates the occasional aerial moves like top-rope knee strikes to keep her opponents off balance. She isn't afraid to stoop to low-blows and other dirty tactics, willing to do whatever it takes to secure a win for the Clan. Miori’s style is a calculated blend of painful submissions, torturous shame holds, and high-impact power, always aimed at breaking her opponent’s body and spirit
Preferred Matches: Standard, Submission, Iron Woman, Hardcore, Hentai, Hardstyle Hentai, Humiliation, POW
Attitude towards Hentai: "By the time I’m done, you won’t know whether you’re pleading for mercy… or begging for more."
Signature Moves
Kondo Clutch
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Finishing Moves:
Oshima Vice: Miori hoists her opponent into an elevated Dragon Sleeper, wrenching their neck back over her shoulder while arching their body into full display. Can easily be modified into a hentai finisher in it's own right as her fingers are free to roam, claw, or grope, as she sees fit.
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Hentai/Humiliation Finishers:
Shogunate Shamebind: Miori savagely gropes her opponent in a Reverse Romero hold, wrenching upward, arching their spine unnaturally while turning their moans into a twisted chorus of pain and shame. The hold puts their body on display, stretched and exposed like a sinner in a shrine, while Miori relishes every squirm.
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Biography
Personality: Cruel, sultry, and unapologetically twisted, Miori Oshima lives to make her opponents suffer. Whether she’s slowly wrenching a limb in a submission or grinding her foes in a humiliating hentai hold, Miori turns every ring into her personal torture chamber. She’s loud, arrogant, and utterly addicted to attention. She wants to be heard, seen, felt as she she rips and ravages her way to victory.
Her loyalty to her mother, Yutani Oshima, is absolute and unquestioning. She worships her matriarch as both god and general, ready to injure, seduce, or sabotage for the Dynasty’s elevation. She craves her mother’s approval with feral hunger, seeking praise not just for success but for cruelty, for creativity, for spectacle. No task is too depraved, no tactic too low, if it means basking in a sliver of Yutani’s pride. It’s not enough for Miori to be a daughter, she wants to be the favorite.
Her relationship with her younger sister, Jukiya, is far colder. Miori finds Jukiya’s sense of discipline and restraint frustrating, even boring. Jukiya represents everything Miori abandoned: structure, control, rules. Still, Miori can’t deny her sister’s skill, for the two are undeniably dangerous when forced to work together. In the ring, their clashing styles become a vicious harmony; Jukiya the precise blade, Miori the burning brand. They don’t need to like each other to be deadly; they just need a target.
Miori is the Dynasty’s harbinger of indulgence and agony, a woman who wrestles like she’s unwrapping a gift, one scream at a time. There’s no shame in her game, no hesitation in her hands. She wants you to remember her, not just as the woman who made you lose, but as the one who loved every second of it.
History: Born into the shadow of a once-mighty bloodline, Miori Oshima was the first daughter molded in the iron and silk grip of Yutani’s ambition. From her earliest memories, wrestling was never presented as a sport—it was a sacred rite. Pain was a language. Victory was worship. Every hold and howl was a thread in the Oshima clan’s long, blood-stained tapestry, and Miori was taught to weave it tighter, darker, louder. Her mastery of submissions didn’t come from dry repetition, but from a visceral fascination with power. The torque of a shoulder. The give of a knee. The final gasp before someone gave in. These were Miori’s lullabies as a young prodigy.
As her body matured, so too did her arsenal. Erotic holds, shameful stretches, degrading pins, Miori learned to blend seduction with suffering until the two were indistinguishable. Whether it was pain or pleasure she extracted from her opponents, the outcome was always the same: control. She was a temptress and tormentor in equal measure, and no one left her matches untouched, physically or otherwise.
At eighteen, she stepped into the ring under a pseudonym, walking beside her mother into the brutal world of Osaka and Nagoya’s indie circuits. Even masked, her presence was unmistakable: sultry, savage, and sadistic. Promoters were hesitant to book her. Fans couldn’t take their eyes off her. Opponents begged not to share the ring with her. But Miori thrived in it, grinning through every grind, every groan, every gasp. Even when appearing solo, her matches were offerings to the Oshima name. Every scream was a shrine. While Jukiya remained deep in training, refining her art and philosophy, Miori had already tasted blood in the ring and wanted more. She lacked foresight, sure. She was impulsive, reckless, and cruel—but those flaws only fed her mystique. She wasn't meant to play a long game. Miori was the strike, the snap, the sound of something breaking. She wasn’t just another daughter. She was the Dynasty’s executioner.
Now, with Yutani returning to the global stage, and the Oshima Dynasty rising once more from the shadows, Miori stands ready, sharp, sultry, and soaked in sin. She’s the one who shames enemies into silence, humiliates them into submission, and leaves a trail of pleasure-laced agony in her wake. Whether by seductive stretch or savage slam, Miori Oshima is here to remind the world that the Oshima name doesn’t just command respect…
…it wrings it from your throat.
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Allies:
- Yutani Oshima (Mother)
- Jukiya Oshima (Sister)
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