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

[DropKix]

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.

Entrance Theme - Golden Bloodline

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.

Jukiya Oshima

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.

[Bare]

Elsewhere backstage, prior to her match was one Keiko Yamamura standing in a private corner with her phone to earn and a soft smile on her face. "Hehe no no its fine. I appreciate you calling me before my match Oka-San, its a different match type for sure, but its similar to what I've done in MMA, so I'm not too worried. Oh? you're going to watch you don't have too." Keiko said, slight nervousness slipping into her voice before getting reassured from her mother's voice over the phone.

"Aw.. you flatter me. Thank you. Well then trust me, you won't be disappointed with what you see." Keiko said only to hear the voice of her mother come back over the line. "You could never disappoint me sweetheart, now kick some ass!" Hearing this Keiko would smile, feeling confident as could be after that as she hung up. Turning and placing her phone in her locker she would huff softly and nod to herself 'lets do this.' Keiko thought to herself as she approached the entrance curtain, her theme music already starting to play as she did so.

Spoiler

Coming out and posing for the fans with a arm in the air Keiko would look around with a smile on her face before lifting her leg up and swinging it around into a pirouette before stopping and starting to walk down the ring. Exuding confidence that only grew as the fans cheered and whooped Keiko's silver and red attire would perfectly compliment her attitude as she marched down the ramp to the ring. Hopping onto the apron and slipping between the ropes Keiko would approach her opponent and smile softly before bowing in respect towards her opponent in respect.

Spoiler

[DropKix]

The crowd’s cheers fade into a steady hum, but Jukiya Oshima heard none of it. Her world has narrowed to the woman standing across from her, Keiko Yamamura, the so-called Silver Lynx. Jukiya stands in her corner, still and composed, her body a coiled wire of strength and precision. She watches Keiko’s entrance in silence, her dark eyes following every step, every flourish. The confidence. The ease. The crowd’s adoration. All of it is observed. All of it is noted.

When Keiko bows, Jukiya remains motionless at first, like a statue carved from iron and discipline. And then, after a long beat, she steps forward, slow, measured, like a predator closing the distance, the weight of her presence makes the air grow heavier with each step. She halts just within Keiko’s space, her dark eyes locked onto her opponent’s. And then, with the same grace and control that defines her every motion, Jukiya bows. It’s a crisp, respectful motion, subtly brimming with the promise of a hard fought battle ahead.

"Yamamura-san," she says, her voice soft but steady. "I am Jukiya Oshima. I will face you with everything I am." When she rises, her voice is low and calm. Quiet, yet unmistakably dangerous.

“Fight well.”

No more, no less.

As the words settle between them, Jukiya takes a single step back and drops into her stance. It’s flawless — feet planted, weight balanced, arms raised in perfect readiness. Every muscle is coiled, every breath controlled. The bell is rung, three distinct, sharp dings to signal the start of this exciting match! She begins to circle Keiko, slow and steady at first, her eyes never leaving her opponent’s as she carefully surveyed Keiko's movements.