Katsumi Oshiro vs. Meiko Sakine

[CyanDimitrik]

Standard Match
Win by Pinfall, Submission, or Knockout

What a ride. Ups, downs, turns, moments of sheer terror and even a time or two of seeing her professional life flash before her eyes. One might expect Katsumi to change after it all. Katsumi isn't even sure she's the same girl she was when she joined the federation. Stupid, confusing feelings. Caring about people. Ugh.

Even sort of having a friend she hasn't seen in a while is a huge difference for her. Man, she misses Suzubits.

'No. Focus. Nothing's changed. Nothing,' the punkette mentally chastises herself. She has a match coming up real soon and she can't afford to be thinking about other things. This other girl, she's gonna have to style all over her to get the momentum back that she'd lost. The audience expects a certain level of energy and brass from her. She'll deliver that and the win. If she's ever gonna get a shot at a title, she has to really turn heads.

'Tonight's the night,' she quietly assures herself as she begins bobbing on her feet. 'Gonna make it happen.'

Suddenly, her music kicks on; a throbbing techno, the instantly-recognizable preamble to one of the tunes from the Streets of Rage remake. The house lights fade out, and a series of blue and purple laserlights begin firing off in rhythmic pulse with the beat, creating a 'caged' walkway down the entrance ramp.

"Making her way to the ring!," begins the announcer. "At 5'5" and weighing in at 124 lbs.! The Punk Princess herself! KATSUMI! OOOSHIROOO!"

And just as the music swells, Katsumi strolls out to the top of the ramp. Her left fist props against her cocked hip, confident and somehow predatory smirk playing on her lips. Her free hand lifts to give a dainty fingerwave to the audience-

The audience who's cheering for her. That fact hits her like a bullet to the chest. Did she make that good an impression earlier? It's still such an alien feeling, having a crowd support her. Whether or not it'll continue, she has no idea. But hearing it here and now dissolves the sassy-confident smirk into a more genuine smile that just reaches her eyes. She could live in that moment. If only.

But no, she has to make her way to the ring. So she refocuses ahead and starts her strut; a girlish, spirited stroll, her hands raised to either side with outturned palms to acknowledge the fans at either side. God, she wants to relish the moment. But she can't! She has an image to uphold and a fight to win!

She does, however, get back to old habits quickly. The bottom hem of her shirt is snagged, the top cleanly pulled up and over her head before tossing to the comms table.

Katsumi Oshiro

Thus, her sleekly trim upper-body is largely exposed to the open air, wearing only her sportsbra-style top that leaves her flat stomach, arms, and upper-crust bare. The black short shorts, choker, and feline-themed belt remain staples of her wardrobe, along with her shin-high wrestling boots. Thus, long, slender legs and smooth thighs remain bared.

She hits the edge of the ring and hops up onto the apron. Turning around, she presses her back against the ropes and tumbles herself up and over, landing neatly on her feet on the mat. Hands lift, ushering in more praise from the crowd as she backs into her corner for the referee-girl to examine.

She really doesn't know much about the other girl. Heck, this might even be her first match. But it doesn't matter. She has to win this tonight. She has to.

[Lilan9958]

Meiko Sakine wearing her signature crop top and skirt she stood behind the curtain. Outside it she could hear the crowd, cheering for her opponent she must be someone well known. The brunette girl saw a chance to stamp her name in the ring.

"Its time we get this show on the road!"

She bowed her head and prepared for her entrance. Soon enough she heard her theme playing and the announcer called out in Japanese.

[This contest is scheduled for one fall. from Tokyo, Japan...Meiko Sakine!]

At the mention of her name she ran out blazing. Here bosom's bouncing up and down rather unintentional for the crowd to enjoy after all. A number of the crowd cheered at her appearance and quite a peppy interaction with the crowd waving her hands and getting the crowd excited. She would continue to walk to the ring. Nodding to the referee the brunette girl stood in the center of ring staring down her opponent.

"Hey! I'm new around here, now I may be new but you better come at me with everything you've got. No holding back kay!" Meiko says in a confident tone.

Meiko

[CyanDimitrik]

The other girl's name is called, and Katsumi gives the comms table an odd squint. Giving the match details after the first person is already in the ring? What, are they new around here? Whatever. She begins bobbing on her boots, putting the rocky start out of her mind.

The important thing here is the bouncy brunette making her way to the ring. A smirk touches Katsumi's lips, not shying back at all from Meiko's gaze. "What?," she calls back to her from her corner. "You wanna tell me you're new a third time, rookie!?" With a wicked little giggle, she begins padding to the center of the ring. Her posture is tense, belying the demeanor of nonchalance. "Because, believe me, I noticed! And I've got bad news for you! They just threw your shrimpy ass to the sharks!"

Her hands lift, fingers splaying at the ready, inviting a lockup.

The referee-girl checks in with Meiko, then waves an arm to signal the bell to begin.

*DING*

[Lilan9958]

Meiko would hear the girl's insults and her demeanor and would scoff at them, but she is no stranger to responding as she is expecting herself a competitive match after all.

"You know trying to be rude isn't going to get you anywhere right?! Less talking more fighting... what do you say to that? hmmm."


As Meiko would set up her fighting stance the bell would ring and the match officially starting leaving the crowd excited for what's to come next. Meiko would attempt to run at Katsumi in hopes of faking a clothesline, if successful she would then change direction and jump at her opponent with both her legs grabbing Katsumi by the neck and pulling back with Meiko's momentum to start things off with a Hurricanrana.

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh, Katsumi has a lot to say to that! Problem is, the bell has rung and the new girl is running at her like a crazy person already. So much for a lockup! Katsumi doesn't often see people start the match more aggressively than herself, but it's perhaps too bold. She was already sizing her up. And when that arm lifts for the clothesline, feint or not, Katsumi is ducking and weaving forward to evade it.

Which happens to perfectly lead her to evade a leaping pair of grabby-thighs.

The adjustment into something even more invested than a charging attack right out the gate has Katsumi a little baffled, but she's instantly annoyed. What kind of idiot did this Meiko girl take her for?! Is she not taking her seriously!? There'd need to be punishment. And that punishment would start the moment Meiko landed, ideally right behind Katsumi.

A slender, toned leg is chambered and shot back, aiming to collide the heel of her boot with the back of Meiko's skull in a rough reverse superkick.

[Lilan9958]

Meiko attempted to hit Katsumi with a Hurricanrana but was unfortunate in her strategy as faking the clothesline gave Katsumi the opportunity to dodge the true attack. While Meiko tried to pick herself up her opponent set herself up in position to crank back her leg and hit Meiko with a reverse superkick.

"Ugh?! (thud)"

The kick landed firmly on the right side of Meiko's head knocking her back and letting hit the mat with impact. Meiko laid on the mat dazed and confused leaving Katsumi for an opening for a possible continuation. This was not a good look for Meiko.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's boot plants to the mat again, her hands raising to the audience not in celebration, but in a helpless shrug. But from that broad gesture comes Katsumi's intended follow-up to the attack.

With Meiko lying on the mat, Katsumi dangles the already-raised arm and promptly drops to the side. Depending on which way Meiko is facing, the girl's elbow is either going to crash into her lower back, or dig into the pit of her stomach!

[Lilan9958]

As Meiko laid on the mat facing up, Katsumi would raise her arm up as if she'd already won. She would looked down at her dazed opponent and would look to capitalize on her opponent. Katsumi would raise her elbow and lean down to hit Meiko with a sharp elbow drop to her midsection.

"Gahh?! Crap... that hurts!" the impact on Meiko's stomach certainly winded her to a degree and she certain felt the sting afterwards with the elbow hitting right above her belly button. Meiko was surely in a rather unfavorable predicament while she grimaced over the pain in her belly this gave Katsumi another opening to keep on the attack.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi certainly would keep on the offensive, though in a shrewd sort of way. Feeling her elbow sink into Meiko's belly is satisfying, for sure. And in her mind, that cocky-as-Hell opening absolutely deserved to be punished.

Though now, with Meiko stunned on the mat, Katsumi lifts to her knees. With a hand briefly setting to the brunette's shoulder and hip, the Punk Princess yanks to ensure she's flat on her back. And then, Katsumi simply lowers her body crossways over the other girl. Her forearms prop against the mat, legs spreading for balance, while she presses her bare stomach across Meiko's for the first pin attempt; almost immediately after the opening bell.

"Count it!," she yells at the referee.

[Lilan9958]

As Meiko laid winded from the sharp minded elbow drop from Katsumi. Her opponent would take full advantage and go for the full body pin to attempt to put Meiko away early. Calling the referee over for the pin count the official would start.

"ONE!"


"TWO!"


Before the official could count to three Keiko managed to lift her shoulders. "You're going to have to try alot harder if you want to bring me down!" Meiko would tell out hyping up the crowd once more.