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!"