Match Type: Standard Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or Count Out
Marissa was pretty high on herself right now, having came off of a big upset win over Kyoko Akan. Although it was literally by the skin of her teeth, she managed to wiggle her way to victory as she felt her confidence shooting through the arena at this point! She was going to have her second match against a debuting opponent, and she was feeling pretty confident that she was going to add another impressive win in her early career as a Professional Wrestling star! Spoiler
The purple clad blonde would appear on stage, her demeanor as bright as bubbly as ever now that she tasted victory and wanted a second helping as she made her way down to the ring. She had heard that her opponent was debuting for her first match, although she knew what it was like coming in with a debut, she wasn't going to let a chance of another win to slip away from her as she would walk up the stairs and step through the ropes, beginning to pose for the crowd as she was trying to rally them up for an exciting bout as she turned to face the entrance ramp, waiting to see who her opponent was!
One week. That's all it took for a small-time star to be shipped to the big arena. She was given an offer, the cost of terminating her current contract covered, and expected to reply within two days. It didn't even take her one. She had to move to make it happen. But in truth, she barely had time to settle in before she was told she'd been scheduled for a bout in the next show.
One week.
She'd been sitting in the dressing room, staring into the mirror. She'd just finished applying a thin coat of pink lip gloss. She'd already dressed for the night - black wrestling bra worn beneath a pink longsleeve, black short shorts, matching wrestling boots, and choker. She looked the same as she did for most shows over the past four years - sure, her hair'd seen some changes, her clothes certainly different - but it's those same big green eyes. Yet these circumstances are different. Very, very different. She had to suit up in a bathroom for her last federation. Here, there's deluxe lighting and an attendant waiting outside. Hell, there's even a bed back here. 'What,' she thought upon seeing it, 'are these people narcoleptic?' But now all she can think about is where she's landed.
It's a far cry from orchestral music and sound design.
"Miss Oshiro," came the voice from outside. "They're ready for you."
A smile slowly spread over her face as her eyes narrowed. "No they're not."
It was difficult, resisting the urge to peek through the curtains and see what kind of crowd she'd be working with. She couldn't even imagine it. Her federation was packed, but it was independent. It had to work within its means. And then there was the sound of her opponent making her entrance, the fans cheering her on. She couldn't even see that. A look to her attendant gave nothing away - this was totally normal for him. Heck, he wasn't about to get into a physical fight with a stranger. But it does spur a question.
"Did they take care of what I asked?"
The man seems surprised to be addressed at this phase, but politely nods. "They were very specific."
They really were. She needed everything to be in place to make the best possible first impression with this new venue. Fortunately, the management seemed intrigued and let her get away with it. Untested though she was, her zeal couldn't be denied. Then her theme began...
The lights dim and the top of the ramp comes alive with brilliant green and red lasers, set in time with the throbbing baseline now pumping through the arena speakers. Behind the curtain, her head bows and eyes shut.
The announcer begins, "And introducing! From Osaka, Japan! Weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds, and a height of five feet, five inches! Making her LAW debut! KATSUMI! OOOSHIROOO!"
She throws back the curtains and steps out onto the ramp, arms raised and fingers splayed in reveal. Her arms then drop to her sides, though a fist finds position at her hip, now cocked, with an incredulous look shot all the way to Marissa in the ring. She exhales an animated puff of a scoff and starts down the ramp to the ring. Her walk is a confident sashay to match the smile on her face, and as she nears the ring, she takes the hem of her shirt to pull up and over her head.
Once removed, the garment is tossed to the corner of the ring, leaving her only in her wrestling gear. She climbs up onto the ring apron and turns out to the audience, flashes a wink, and backrolls over the top rope to neatly land on the mat. From there, she simply backs into her corner to let the referee check her for weapons. Her eyes never leave Marissa in the corner, nor does that confident smile.
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Marissa was a bit surprise at the entrance of her opponent, much more punch and energy than her first and second entrance that the Canadian couldn't help but begin to feel a little self conscious of her own entrance, wondering if she needed to do something for her entrance or the simplicity of would be enough. Before she could go into much more thought about it, she had to shake that out of her head as it was not important for the time being. She needed to focus on her opponent.
Katsumi was dressed in a style radically different than Marissa's model looks, it was only safe to say that she would wrestle one different as well. Thus began the guessing game of what to expect from her as both opponents looked across the ring to size each other up. Even if Marissa was worrying about her entrance, she had confidence that she could back herself up with her wrestling ability as she left the corner of the ring and began to head towards the center of the ring where she would see if she could get a better look at Katsumi Oshiro.
If her opponent would met her there, she would decide to start off with a test of strength, seeing how much body was packed behind the smaller girl.
The music fades, to some disappointment of the old school gaming nerds in the audience - Katsumi's peeps. And though there's nothing left to fill the air but the roar of an expectant crowd, Katsumi keeps her eyes cemented on her opponent's. Only through soft focus could she really see much else about her. It was a mental game here, an effort to drill that self-certainty into the other girl's mind; beat her before the bell even sounds off. But even without being able to take in her details, the newcomer could tell Marissa had a clear size advantage over her skinny opponent. It's nothing she wasn't used to, but it'd be something she'd adjust for.
The referee-girl seems satisfied that Katsumi isn't packing something nefarious, so she steps back. The moment she's out of the way, Katsumi closes the distance with Marissa at a brisk, fearless gait. Her original intention was to lock up with her, but Marissa beat her to the punch by offering a test of strength. Without a second thought, Katsumi obliges.
Fingers lace together, palms to palms, and - no, Katsumi doesn't even pretend she's going to meet this girl on even footing. As soon as her hands are secured, she pumps a knee forward with the intent to ram it into Marissa's unprotected stomach!
Marissa smiled, trying to invite Katsumi into the test of strength as she was on guard. This was a pivotal moment in the match, to decide which one of the two was going to get the initial advantage between the two of them. Now came the question of if Katsumi was going to enter the test of strength and either fight against Marissa's strength or work in a different strategy and the other was to go for a surprise strike. Marissa didn't have enough experience to properly decide which one that Katsumi was going to chose.
Locking their hands together, Marissa gripped on the smaller girl's hand, getting a good grip before shoving forward...right into Katsumi's knee. Marissa's eyes widened as the wind was knocked out of her when the knee connected with her firm abs. Even those tough abs would fall victim to a strike like this, hunching over as she had fallen into Katsumi's trap and left herself vulnerable!
Knee meets abs, and the result is as plain to see as it is rewarding. The smile on Katsumi's face spreads a little more as she looks over her shoulder to the audience, affecting innocence with a coquettish shrug. But the moment that's over, the veil of sweetness is dropped and Katsumi rushes away to the side, boots thumping rapidly along the mat. Twisting around, her back bears into the ropes and she begins a her return trip. Still several paces away, the girl springs into the air to cover the remaining distance! Her legs spread, only for the left to whip the heel down at the back of Marissa's skull in a clean scissor kick!
Should it go as planned, Katsumi will land neatly with a couple quick-steps to bleed off her built up momentum. Without having to worry about immediate recourse, she decides it's time to get in some licks. So turning to face the blonde with a wicked smile, hands planted to her hips, and said hips cocked, "Hah! You got all dolled up just to get wrecked in front've a whole arena!"
Marissa hunched over as she was going over her performance in her head. "Okay, that wasn't the best start, but it's okay. My last match I took quite the beating, if I can just hold out long enough I can turn this back my way. I still got this. I still got this!" she let out in her head, trying to motivate and keep herself focused on the match as she felt Katsumi racing back towards her. She would feel the sudden drop of the leg to the back of her head, kicking her down into the mat as she crashed face first against it.
The move hurt, it definitely did but it was not enough to keep Marissa down as she wasn't going to be beat so early on as she popped up to her knees. Eyes winched in pain as she gripped the back of her head, "Heh....don't count me out just yet...You're going to regret it!" she continued to maintain her confidence, after all it was still just the opening moments of the match!
Katsumi peers down at the defiant blonde, measuring her resolve. Of course, she plays up the cockiness, but she's nowhere near arrogant enough to assume another wrestler would be pin-ready after a knee to the gut and scissor-kick to the back of the head. So none of this is a surprise. In fact, she's hoping she stays in the fight long enough to really show the audience what she's capable of!
"Alright," she says as she leans down, reaching to hook under Marissa's shoulders and pull her up to her feet. "If you're that starved for a beating, let's do it!" Once on her feet, Katsumi attempts to capture Marissa's head beneath her left arm, while slinging Marissa's arm behind her neck. Her free hand grabs for Marissa's waistband. Her right leg draws back, only to swing forward to build up instant momentum, pulling up on her waistband and back on her head. If all goes according to design, Marissa will find herself whipped into the air and slammed solidly onto her back in a snap suplex!
Marissa groaned out as she started making her way back to her feet was when she felt Katsumi on her once again. Trying to keep the momentum in her side, Katsumi had grabbed on to Marissa's head and pulled it while wrapping her arm around her head, Marissa knowing this position as she felt Katsumi grasping at her bottoms!
She wasn't going to let the smaller girl toss her around, it would be much more embarrassing at this point than anything else as Marissa attempted to muscle her way to defense as she would slam her feet into the ground to counter Katsumi's momentum as she locked her body. Her free hand would grasp at the bottoms of Katsumi, growling out as she attempted to block the snap suplex.
And if she was able to, she would try to flip the script and lift Katsumi up for a standing suplex, looking to show off some power to let everyone know that she was still in this game!
Marissa has the size advantage, but Katsumi was hoping to work with momentum! Unfortunately for her, Marissa's not dazed enough to be suplexed so easily. She pulls on the girl's waist, but finds no give. "Hng..!" Nothing doing. She has only a moment to blink owlishly as Marissa takes ahold of her short shorts, finding herself hoisted into the air instead!
"Aaahhh!," the girl cries out, expecting to find herself slammed down to the mat. But it doesn't come! Katsumi instead finds herself suspended at Marissa's shoulder, her slender body ramrod straight and taut, on full display to the audience. Well, they're getting a good look at the punk princess, at least.
Eyes wide in a mixture of fear and dread, body rigid in tension, one arm wrapped around Marissa's neck, the other placed to the girl's waist. Her training and experience tells her to do something, to swing her legs, something! But a mixture of the blood flowing to her head and new federation jitters sees her, in this particular moment, locked up and unable to do anything but meet whatever end Marissa has in mind for her here.
