Steel and Silver - Keiko Yamamura vs Jukiya Oshima (D) - UWFI Rules Match

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Steel and Silver - Keiko Yamamura vs Jukiya Oshima (D) - UWFI Rules Match

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Match Type: Shoot-Style Match (UWFI Rules)
Rules: Both competitors start with 10 points. A 1-point deduction occurs when a wrestler:
  • Is knocked down and takes a referee’s standing count.
  • Is trapped in a submission hold for more than 10 seconds.
  • Uses a rope break to escape a hold.
Victory Conditions:
  • Knockout: Opponent is unable to answer the referee’s 10-count.
  • Submission: Opponent taps out or verbally submits.
  • Point Loss: Opponent’s points reach 0, resulting in a TKO.
Additional Stipulations: No pinfalls, victory comes only through KO, submission, or points.


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The air in the dimly lit corridor is thick with tension, a sensation that has long coexisted with the noble wrestler before every fight she's been a part of. The sound of the crowd beyond the curtain is distant but thunderous, their anticipation rumbling like a storm on the horizon. Jukiya Oshima stands still, eyes closed, her breathing measured and steady despite the chaos inside her. She rolls her shoulders once, twice, the controlled movements of a warrior keeping her composure before battle.

But even with her focus, she can feel the presence behind her. Cold and commanding. The air shifts as Yutani Oshima steps closer. The Shoguness doesn’t need to speak to be felt; her presence alone carries the weight of expectation. When she finally does speak, her voice is low and measured — each word a perfectly sharpened blade. "Jukiya. You know why you are here."

Jukiya opens her eyes but doesn’t turn. She doesn’t need to. "Yes, Mother." Her voice is calm, or at least she wills it to be. "This match was not chosen at random," Yutani continues, circling slowly until she stands before her daughter. The dim light catches on the red and gold of her attire, making her seem even more regal — and more dangerous. "The rules were specially crafted to suit your specialties. As for your opponent, she is formidable. Skilled. Accomplished. But she is soft. Weak of spirit. That is why this opportunity has been given to you."

Jukiya nods once. She understands. Of course she does. She’s trained for this, every hour of every day, every strike, every submission drilled into her body until pain and discipline became one and the same. And yet…

"Do not fail me, Jukiya." Yutani’s voice cuts through her thoughts like a sword. "This is your debut. The first step in reclaiming our family’s legacy. You represent the Oshima name — and I will not have our name stained by weakness or hesitation."

Jukiya’s fists clench at her sides, nails digging into her palms. She bows her head slightly. "I will not fail."

"See that you don’t." The silence lingers, before Yutani finally steps back, her task complete. Without another word, she turns and disappears into the shadows.

The time has come.
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The lights in the arena dim suddenly, and the crowd’s murmur swells with anticipation. Then the first notes of her familial entrance music hit, a powerful, Japanese instrumental booming like the sound of a war march. A crimson spotlight sweeps across the stage, and when it finally lands at the top of the ramp, Jukiya Oshima stands there, still as stone.
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She starts forward with measured steps, each one deliberate and controlled. There is no wasted motion, no unnecessary flash. She doesn’t acknowledge the crowd, doesn’t react to their cheers or jeers — she moves like a warrior walking to the battlefield, her gaze locked on the ring. When she reaches the apron, she steps up smoothly, wiping her feet before slipping between the ropes. Once inside, she moves to the center of the ring and bows, not to the crowd, but to the space itself. To the tradition. To the battle ahead.

Finally, she stands straight, eyes lifting toward the entrance ramp where her opponent will soon appear. Her heartbeat remains steady, but her mind races with the weight of her mother’s words. She tells herself she will fight with honor, that she will rely on her skill and discipline. But if those things aren’t enough… She will do what must be done.

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