Wrestlers Are Weird - Katsumi Oshiro vs. Catalina Vicente Rematch

[CyanDimitrik]

Fresh on the heels of running into Catalina last week...

Standard Rules
One Fall
Victory Condition: Pinfall, Submission, or KO

Katsumi Oshiro

Katsumi hasn't had many rematches since joining LAW. It came up only once or twice, and each one felt like it had quite a bit on the line; especially her rematch against Sienna Smith. This event feels very different, however; there's nothing on the line other than pride. But it wasn't difficult to to convince the management to book her against Catalina again. All she had to do was convince them that she wanted to tear into her and prove the last time was a fluke.

The real reason? Sure, there's some level of truth to that claim, but this match is just a pretense to get the other girl in the ring with her again. Not to beat her up, not to make her look bad so she looks good in contrast. No, tonight is about fun with her opponent. It's playtime. The audience matters less, the referee matters less, she's just itching to get her hands on the cute girl who seems to admire her. It makes her heart feel lighter.

That doesn't mean she won't have some extra fun on the side, though. She hinted to her shorter 'foe' that she may do a little something-something, after all.

Tonight, she's foregoing her jacket and shades. She wants to feel the full wash of the arena air, the pressure of the cacophonous voices, the hard bass pulse of her music all against her skin. She wants all eyes on her, from luxurious hair to gold-tipped boots, taking her in. It's purely self-indulgent, but that's part of the fun tonight. Catalina got the dramatic reveal last time. This time, she wants her eyes on her right from the start.

At least, she's pretty sure she's into her. She'll be paying extra close attention to how she behaves towards her tonight.

The lights in the arena dims down low. The audience falls into an eager silence, anticipating what they understand to be a grudge match. Last time, they saw Catalina pin Katsumi to the mat. Will it be a repeat of the perky girl conquering the punk?

The music hits.

Purple and green laser lights begin firing off rhythmically around the stage and ramp. And when the music hits its instrumental crescendo, the Punk Princess rushes out into the open and freezes, arms raised high into the air, back arched, and smiling radiantly as she's met with a mixture of cheers and boos. But she doesn't care. The attention, no matter the reaction, is what she's always craved on a deep level. She takes a couple twirling steps, graceful, silky hair tossed; the final pose sees a shower of cold purple sparks spraying at either end of the stage.

"Making her way to the ring!," begins the announcer. "Standing at a height of 5'7", and weighing in at 124 lbs.! The Punk Princess! KATSUMIIIII! OOOOSHIIROOO!"

The audience quickly notes a curious addition, however! She's carrying a microphone!

Her strut to the ring is its typical confident, even arrogant flair, hips asway, free hand propped at her bare waist. She trots up the steps at the ring's corner, crosses the apron, and back-tilts over the top rope to smoothly roll over and into the ring. Then the microphone is raised...

"Alright, alright! Cut it!"

Her music suddenly cuts off.

"Tonight's match is happening for one reason, and one reason only! To set the record straight!" She points her free hand towards the entrance. "Because, last time, I got distracted! That's right, you heard me! I admit it!"

She pauses to let the cheers and boos rain in. Some enjoy the shenanigans. Others find her terribly arrogant. She enjoys both. But for now, she's putting on a haughty little sneer.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talkin' about!" Most of the audience is, rather predictably, concluding she means that her opponent's cute. She got distracted checking her out. But then, "It took me off-balance realizing oompa-fucking-loompas come from Argentina!"

The audience's reaction intensifies, some with laughter, some with harder booing and disappointment. Katsumi meets it all with an innocent, but exaggerated shrug!

"But not tonight! Tonight, I'm here to make something clear! I'm the greatest Kat in the business! Bar none! And I'm gonna break that pretty little gaijin in front of all of you!"

She points to the entrance ramp again. "You hear me, Vicente!? How about you Oompa-Loompa-Doompity-Do us all a favor and get out here, and take your beating!"

[Bare]

Catalina hummed softly as she rolled her neck in preparation, a bright smile on her face as she did so. Tonight was a big night in her book. A major rematch against someone she quite liked in the form of Katsumi Oshiro.

Aside from similar names and jet black hair the two were pretty radically different from one another in personality and background, but that's what made the rocker interesting to Catalina. Likewise their first bout was dynamic, fast paced and entirely everything Catalina was looking for in wrestling, so with that bout having been her start in LAW she was hoping for this one to be the start of an even better chapter!

Walking cheerily through the halls of the backstage area towards the entrance area Cat would turn and perk her ears up, catching Katsumi's pre match promo of sorts. "Hm?" Cat hummed to herself, a bit surprised at the rather aggressive stance that the woman was taking given that she had believed them to be on fairly good terms with one another.

But on the other hand she didn't really sense a lot of genuine hostility. Or at least she liked to think so and give Katsumi the benefit of the doubt, it just felt somewhat like... a facade. Whatever the case, Catalina made sure to grab a mic as her music hit

Spoiler

Coming out all smiles Catalina would wave and pose for the fans for a bit as her music played around her accompanied by the cheers before she gestured for her music to be cut off as she raised the mic to her lips. "Katsumiiiiiii. Why are you being so mean before our match?" Catalina said with a faux pout on her face before smiling slyly. "If its just that you're trying to motivate me to beat you silly and pin you even firmer than before you didn't need to do that, I was already plenty motivated as is." She said alluding to their past conversation and Kat's.. appreciation for the pin.

"I even wore a speacial outfit similar to yours just for the occasion cause I thought you'd like it but oh well." Cat said with a shrug as she made it to the ring and hopped onto the apron, pausing for a moment as she raised the mic to her lips again. "Do you at least think I look good?" Cat asked, doing a little twirl and everything to show off the black attire, very deliberately teasing her opponent before she leaped over the ropes into the ring and calmly walked towards her opponent.

"Also... Oompa Loompa? Really, you couldn't make a comparison that's a little cuter? Like a elf? I'd take being compared to a elf." Cat said before giggling softly, finally cracking from how funny her little return promo to Kat was, and knowing she'd probably be making the Japanese girl lose it as a result.

Spoiler

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is an weird girl. A quirky quacker. An odd duckie. She loves riling up an audience, riling up her opponent, getting things heated and intense, and tends to assume her opponent knows what's up. Which is often not the case! No matter how many times she discovers her opponent is actually hurt by her bullying behavior, it's always the same. In the ring, she's a predator. The opponent is the prey. The audience loves to see it. She loves to give it to them, and embraces their cheers and jeers equally.

Catalina isn't any different in that regard! She's the prey. But she happens to be prey that Katsumi likes. Despite the dehumanizing way of looking at it, there's no genuine malice for Catalina. Maybe a little eagerness to save face by pinning her tonight, but no genuine, heartfelt vendetta. And if she found she hurt her tonight, she'd be devastated. Of course, that's after the fact. Because Katsumi's an in-ring predator. And kind'a dumb about these things.

She turns her face aside to the crowd, smirking patiently as Catalina responds. When the shorter girl approaches her, she tilts her head to look down at her. She does look good. And she believes she probably did pick a black and gold outfit to match her. It's adorable and endearing, and she does look good in it. But she can't let her know that - or rather, she can't let the audience know that. In her mind, surely Catalina's in-the-know!

Katsumi makes a grand display of looking her over, which conveniently enough, 'masks' the fact that she is, in fact, checking her out from head to boot and back up again. Her microphone raises, and she gives her hair a quick, aloof toss.

"It's a B. Eh, B-plus."

The audience boos!

"Oh, shaddup!," she snaps to them. "She wants to be an Elf! An Elf! The lamest creature in all fantasy! Shit, I bet she can't even bake cookies!"

Because of course the most legitimate form of Elf is Keebler.

"But let's be real! A girl her size?" She pivots again to Catalina, motioning with a hand. "Gnome at best! Or do you have hairy feet? Because I'd also allow Hobbit. But lemme tell you something, Master Frodo." She approaches Catalina again. "You're a long-ass way from the Shire. Ain't nothin' but monsters here."

And in true villainous form, Katsumi abruptly ends their tirade by thrusting a surprise toe-kick aimed to collide with Catalina's exposed stomach!

[Bare]

Entering the ring fully and approaching her opponent while listening Catalina would make an exaggerated shocked expression at the girl's grade of her outfit for this match. "Por que? I picked it just for you.. dios Mio so picky.." Catalina said playfully while shaking her head, knowing from Katsumi's tone that she probably wasn't being actually serious, just as she was sure the woman probably wasn't being serious about the other mythological comparisons she was making.

"For the record I actually make amazing cookies, and I have smooth, well taken care of feet, if you're so curious about them I can show you later you pervertida." She said with another wink, casually and playfully batting aside Katsumi's tough talk before handing the mic to the referee who passed it on outside the ring to the crew workers.

Diverting her full attention to Katsumi.. Only to eat a surprise toe kick from the girl! "Ugh!" Catalina groaned out in pain, forced back a step... Before gritting her teeth and diving in, past Katsumi, turning and grabbing the girl around her thighs as she fell, turning as she did so to try and pay Katsumi back with a roll up pin!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi had expected the kick to stun her a moment! To make her pause, so she could lead right in with the violence! But that seems to've not been the case, as Catalina is suddenly moving forward and tumbling past her attempt to grab onto her. Instead, her leg is snagged and the Punk Princess quickly rolls over her figure to wind up bunched over onto her shoulders.

The referee-girl is already at a bit of a startle, and seeing the pin only adds more to her fluster! She starts to move forward to try to count it, then realizes the match hasn't officially started yet! "Aaa!" She waves an arm to signal the bell.

*DING*

And then she's throwing herself down to the mat, slapping a palm to the canvas. "One!"

That's as far as it gets before Katsumi's powerful legs thrust out to dislodge the pin. Twisting into a quick and clean backroll, Katsumi ends on her feet - only to immediately pop up into the air and thrust both boots out in hopes of colliding with Catalina's torso in a sudden, explosive dropkick!