Rose has spikes. Nobody knows this principle better than Yuki. As a wrestler, Yuki has a beautiful appearance among all types of fighters in AFW, many people would recognize her immediately upon first time seeing her perfect body, the white and clean skin, carefully maintained hair style, and of course, that typical face and expression from a daughter of a rich family. However, unlike many other girls with similar backgrounds who mostly are gentle and cultivated, Yuki actually had a reputation of not looking down her nose at everyone around her, but also a terrible person who enjoys being slow pain to others, and tonight, Yuki would bring such an impression to a test at her first ever match in LAW.
Upon getting into the arena, Yuki did not rush to the ring, and instead, she took her time to “catwalk” slowly down to the path. While her specially designed entrance song played in the background, Yuki looked around at the cheering audiences with a gentle smile. Suddenly, Yuki raised her arm and swinged into the air, as many pieces of red rose petals were released from her hand, blown with the air into the inspector seats. This is a special “gift” the white rose was giving to the audiences. Finally, when Yuki reached the ring, she could just climb into it and stood against the post at her corner, she was waiting for her first victim tonight.
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If anyone could write a book about pretty appearances belying monstrous personalities, Katsumi would be in the running. If reading weren't for nerds! The girl knows next to nothing about her fair-haired opponent, except in that she has a few of the males in the audience swoony - if keeping at a safe distance. Admittedly, she's maybe slightly jealous. Sure, she's positive some people out there think she's hot, but swooning? That, she can't claim in confidence.
Hmph. Whatever.
Katsumi listens to the music in the back, opting to eschew her typical entrance gear. And not at all to show off her body from the outset, that's ridiculous, who told you such an absurd thing! She tugs her silky blue black hair over her shoulder, fingers running through the tresses with a grumble for completely unrelated reasons!
Her music hits. As the intro plays out, the house lights go down and purple and green laser lights flare to life. Yes, she has an actual intro video.
"And her opponent!," begins the announcer. "At a height of 5'7" and weighing in at 124 lbs.! The Punk Princess! KATSUMI! OOOSHIROOO!"
The song's opening crescendos, and Katsumi rushes out onto the ramp and into view, received with a mixture of cheers and boos. She's been a bad girl in the past! Tonight, they expect no different! But she tosses her fists into the air and spins back, showing herself off like a prizefighter, before pointing ahead at the pretty girl in the ring.
Roses. Why are there roses everywhere? "What, am I wrestling Don Flamenco?," she muses to herself.
She waves a hand and turns her head, affecting a theatrical scoff at the display. Her approach to the ring is a confident sashay, hips asway with gold-accented attire glittering under the lights. She trots up the steel steps and moves along the apron to face out at the crowd.
Does she blow kisses? Throw roses? Goodness, no. She's the Punk Princess. She raises her fists together, and begins pantomiming a crank, slowly elevating the middle finger of the other hand. The audience gives a more boisterous mixed reaction, and she shoots them a wink.
Katsumi's back arches, her slender figure tilting over the top rope before smoothly rolling over to land her boots neatly on the canvas of the mat. Turning, she moves into her corner to peer at her opponent, smirk curving the corner of her lips.
"You better not be as delicate as you look!," she shouts. "I don't plan on pinning ya down until I've had my fun!" Katsumi Oshiro
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Well well well, look who is this? Yuki raised her eyebrow a little upon seeing a energic figure at her opposite got into the ring. She knew she would look down upon her opponent, Katsumi if she remembered correctly once she turned her face towards her. In Yuki's eyes, Katsumi's entire body is basically a definition of a word, generic. Her opponent's plain and simple colored two piece attire alone with the standard wrestling boots was incomparable to her multifarious designed outfit, her body looks just like a very ordinary wrestler like most others Yuki met, and what's more made Yuki wanted to laugh at was her foe's hair, do girls nowadays never even try to maintain their hair style?
With all those thoughts combined, Yuki would let out a smile, a smile of sarcasm over friendly, "Heh, seems you are just more than ready," Yuki would take one step forward, "ready to have the worst nightmare you will ever had, Miss Generic Wrestler!" Yuki would then let out a little laugher, she was enjoying insulting her opponent even just verbally, because she know she would have a lot to do once the match started.
Katsumi cuts herself off, blinking. Did she just call her generic? Generic?! Oh, she has to hurt her now. Pompous little... She likes her outfit! Her previous attire was the more generic one! Just shorts, sportsbra, and boots! This one is flashy, sleek, has gold! She really likes this one!
The referee swings an arm, signaling the bell to begin. *DING!*
Katsumi closes in with her, irritated little sneer playing on her otherwise pixie face. "So do you prefer losing quickly, or would ya like me to rip some of those flowers off to stuff down your throat?," she growls. Hands raise, fingers awiggle at the ready to receive Yuki for the initial lockup. "Come'ere and get your beating..."
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"Hehe! You are so funny!" Yuki winked towards Katsumi upon hearing her foe's replies, oh this lady was going to play tough after all. As the sound of the ring echoed in the arena, both of the wrestlers approached each other. "Maybe we can start with something, simple." Yuki would raise her arms as her opponent does, swing the hand towards her a little, it seems the platinum hair was inviting her foe for a test of strength. "Come, let's see what you can do!"
Internally, Katsumi is still grumbling at being called generic. Generic! Her! After her total makeover and overhaul of her... nearly everything! Hair, gear, even training! Stupid flowery suchandsuchwhatevergrumblegrr...
But fortunately for her, Yuki appears to be amenable to the initial grapple Katsumi is offering. It's fortunate, because in truth, Katsumi is not offering a grapple. She's offering the opportunity for her opponent to leave her midsection wide open. Katsumi eases closer. Little bit by little bit, fingers spreading. Until suddenly, her right leg flashes forward, aiming to bury the gold-tipped toe of her boot into Yuki's inviting stomach. Should she get her to properly double over as intended, the Punk Princess promptly pivots at the hip to thrust her knee upwards into her face.
Yuki grinned as she expected Katsumi appeared to be annoyed, she smiled as she expected her opponent would walk towards her, she gave her opponent a face as she expected her to accept her invitation... but she totally didn't expect this woman was even more cunning than she thought. "GGRRAH!" Yuki screeched as her smile turned into shock, in her surprise, Katsumi just drove her knee directly into her belly, into her bare stomach. All the sudden Yuki could only look down and try to break free from her foe's hands and cover her belly with her arms, but that just made her opponent's job even easier, as right followed by that, Katsumi sent another knee attack right into her precious face! "AAHHH! You bitc..." Yuki was being pushed back as she covered both her belly and her face, leaving a even bigger opening for her opponent.
"Still generic, beeyotch!?," demands Katsumi, switching briefly to English. English has the better handle on swearing, after all. It's what makes speaking English so satisfying! Almost as satisfying at the feel of a stomach caving in to a hit, or a face recoiling from a knee! But those are sensations that are harder to articulate. They just put the punkette in a happy place.
Dashing forward, Katsumi dips in low at her side and reaches back. Her right arm hooks towards Yuki's waist, the left arm reaching low to scoop her legs out from under her. And in one fell swoop, she attempts to heft the girl into a cradled position, only to promptly drop aside with her, driving Yuki's back squarely against the mat in a sidewalk slam!
Following the impact, Katsumi leans her waist across Yuki's stomach, reaching her arm between her legs to draw her leg into the air in a quick pinfall attempt.
"Ugh you... errr?" In just a flash moment, Yuki would feel her opponent took advantage of her stunned state, charged at her, and grabbed the white hair's body with her own. "Get off! Get off!" Yuki screamed as she was being held in such an awkward stance, trying hard to maintain her balance.
"Ahhh!" But that was just a matter of time as when Katsumi started turning herself, right away with a screech, Yuki lost her balance and fell on the ground with her foe. And that wasn't all, because Katsumi then grabbed her leg while held Yuki under her body, lift her leg for a pin hold. "STOP! STOP!" Yuki screamed as she twisted her body underneath her foe, trying hard to escape.
Katsumi smirks all through the protests of her flowery foe, unperturbed. As she brings her down to the mat, the impact is a rough one - at least for Yuki! But Katsumi wastes no time in stretching herself across the girl's body and hooking the leg for the pin.
Instantly, the referee drops beside the pair and lifts an arm. Her palm slaps the ring beside Yuki's shoulder. "ONE!"
More protests, and Yuki kicks out of the hold enough to disrupt the pin attempt. Katsumi lifts to sit beside her at first, peering down at her, before turning over onto her knees. Her right hand sets to the girl's chest while the left sets against her flat stomach. Fingers curl, and she begins clenching on her abdominal muscles, squeezing, crushing her belly in a stomach claw!
"Thinkin' about takin' it back yet?!," she barks.
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