Winner declared by Pinfall, Submission, or KO
There will be no count-outs or disqualifications in this bout.
Following a decisive win in the We Are Law 8 PPV, Katsumi finally felt like she had a headwind. At last, after over twenty matches in the LAW arenas, she's getting the momentum she's always wanted. It feels like she can make that push for gold. Like it's not going to be something yanked out of reach by the whim of a stuffy suit who doesn't like the cut of her jib. But that's only half the equation. She has to hold up her end of the deal as well. She has to make sure she's giving her best in the ring against serious competitors. She has to prove she belongs in the upper-echelons.
Tonight, management has arranged a bout between her and Gabriel Vinlee. Katsumi looked into her - a schoolgirl sort, judging from the wardrobe she seemed to favor. Blonde hair, green eyes, stunningly beautiful. From what she could glean, she seems like a bruiser type, physically strong and keen on overpowering opponents. If she can pin her down, it'll move the needle. It'd have to. The edgy Punk Princess, pinning the Royal Viper, as she seems to be called. The photos alone would garner attention.
And so when the night arrived, Katsumi was determined and focused on getting results. She'd opted to forego her jacket and shades, and instead kept to the basics; clingy wrestling trunks belted with gold studs, her gold and black boots, elbow pads, knee pads, thigh straps, gold-studded bralet snug against her chest leaving a generous window of open skin, her gloves, and finally, the heart-centered choker. The whole ensemble screams her schtick to the crowd in a way that words couldn't - chic edge. All while showing off the grappler's sleek, refined body from toned arms and legs to trim abdomen and smooth waistline.
The lights in the arena dim down.
Her music begins.
This audience know the score. Tonight is going to be one of those nights where Katsumi isn't the villain. She's the hero. She's the stand-in for their hopes and dreams. She's the people's punk.
The song hits the crescendo of its opening, and Katsumi rushes out to meet the audience. She comes to a stop center stage, awash in the raucous cheer and enthusiasm of the crowd, and plants her boots squarely in a power stance. One arm down at her side, the other fist plants to her hip, confident, even cocky smile playing on her pretty face. The moment the pose is struck, showers of amethyst purple cold sparks erupt around her along the stage perimeter.
"The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!," begins the announcer. "And is a no-disqualification match!"
With a quick toss of her silky blueblack hair, Katsumi begins to strut down the ramp, hips asway with natural swagger.
"Standing at a height of 5'7"! And weighing in at 124 lbs.!"
"From Osaka, Japan!"
"The Punk Princess herself!"
"KATSUMIIII! OOOOSHIIIROOOO!"
Katsumi's hands are raised to shoulder height, palms turned out to either side of the aisle of audience members reaching towards her. It's both to acknowledge and summarily dismiss them in theatrically aloof manner. But reach they do, straining to just get a touch from her.
Upon reaching the ring's edge, she grabs the middle rope and sweeps her nimble frame up onto the apron to face them. Presenting her left fist forward, she cranks her right fist beside it to slowly produce... a middle finger.
"Muah," she air-kisses smugly.
This audience came prepared for it tonight. Rather than roar and rage against her, they seem to get more riled up. More eager for the daring devil-may-care punkette to be their heroine in the ring tonight. And it hits Katsumi so differently, taking a considerable amount of focus to not let the surprise register on her face.
Bending backwards over the top rope, Katsumi elegantly somersaults back over it to land neatly upon her boots, then races up the furthest turnbuckle to stand perched upon the middle ropes. She leans forward and throws her arms wide, presenting herself to the screaming crowd surrounding her. "COME ON, LEMME HEAR IT!," she shouts - though it's mostly lost amidst the white noise clamor of the audience.
At last, she hops down from her perch with a spin to land neatly in her corner. The referee-girl closes in to inspect her, and Katsumi leans back, arms resting over the top ropes at either side. Her vivid green gaze is affixed to the entrance ramp, eagerly awaiting Gabriel.