Rena vs Katsumi Oshiro

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Leaping over the ropes and into the ring. Rena made her entrance to the cheers of her fans and watchers alike. With a whip of her hair she cought it up and tired it up in a swift motion that made it all look too easy. In fact it took alot of bloody practice to make it look so smooth and catch up most of her hair. But it was nice to see she pulled it off smoothly for show time.

Dressed in her battle bikini. Rena was ready to rock this ring and bring the entertainment to the masses watching.

Its been a while since Rena took on a Japanese girl in the ring like this. And a punk, heel one at that. Bet this on will think she can get inside of Rena's head... well she'll have another thing coming.

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For Katsumi's second match in this new, enterprising federation, she was informed she'd be facing yet another girl who is bigger than her. Some people just win the genetic lottery for wrestling, she figures. But it makes no difference. Whoever this Rena girl is, Katsumi would plan on bringing everything she's got to the ring, and then some, if she needs to! It's a long road to the top with a lot of rungs to grip and step on along the way, and no amount of mixed metaphors will make it easier.

Katsumi did a little research on her foe. There wasn't much to go on - she's kind of a mystery. But just by looking at her picture, she could tell she's likely in for a serious contest. But unlike her first match, she's no longer so twisted up inside. She has a ways to go before she can say she's safely earned her place in this federation, but she's no longer being judged in her debut. She'll be able to focus better. Maybe even have a little more fun.

She'd already applied her makeup, ending with that light coat of pink lip gloss. She takes a moment to fluff her punkishly stylish hair, then takes a step back to examine her attire in the mirror; a pink top that's destined to be removed, a black bra-style wrestling top fit snug to the curvature of her breasts beneath, black short shorts looped with a feline-themed belt, sleek black wrestling boots, and choker. She shoots a wink at her reflection. "Lookin' good."

As Rena's entrance wraps up, Katsumi is bouncing on the balls of her feet, getting the blood flowing. She was anxious to make her appearance, itching for her selected music for the evening to kick on. Yet another treat for her gaming nerd people out there.

The music begins pumping...

Green and purple lasers begin firing off in cascade down the sides of the entrance ramp, keeping beat with the music.

"And her opponent! From Osaka, Japan! KATSUMI! OOOOSHIROOO!"

The young grappler steps out into the arena with a bright smile and thrusts her fist into the air, evidently with enough momentum to lead her into a quick, theatric spin. She can see her opponent already in the ring and points a fingergun at her, one eye shutting in aim. The thumb 'clicks' down, as if firing. "Bang."

The bright smile is replaced with a confident, even cocky substitute as she makes her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, bopping along with her music. As she nears the ring, her hands grip the bottom hem of her pink shirt to draw up and over her head, inhaling sharply at the sensation of the open air hitting her slender waist.

The shirt is tossed to the outside corner of the ring.

With a hop, she alights on the ring apron and turns quickly to face the audience. After a wink, she backbends over the top rope to smoothly somersault and land on the mat properly, and head into her corner to lean, arms resting over the top ropes.

As the referee-girl checks her over for foreign objects, Katsumi's dark green gaze rests squarely on her opponent. That confident, challenging smile never leaves her face as she stares her down.

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By the tone of the music. Rena had almost thought she was in an arcade game room, like the Best Western she stayed at had a few of them and a pinball machine to kill some time by the bar... it was kind of catching on her. Maybe she could get a retro theme to go with her Black Tiger entrance. That sounded so cool.

But her thoughts drifted away as the girl Katsumi Oshiro showed up herself, and all of Rena's thoughts were on her.

The girl made her entrance good. Better then hers. Lets just hope she fought as well as she made an entrance. The camera focused on her and put her on the big screen above the entrance, just as Kat was making a finger gun and pointing it at her and fired. Rena acting on pure instinct. shot her hand out and caught the invisible bullet as if she was superman.

It felt cool to do that... even if almost no one caught it on the spot.

The girl even had the thought to join her Bikini outfit. She loved it when other fighters did that.

But at the ref check them over. The music and mood started to settle down. Everyone was waiting for that noise....

*CLANG! CLANG!*

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Katsumi saw the bullet-catch, at least. So there's that.

As her music fades and the roar of the audience is left to fill the air, Katsumi's focus sharpens. She spares her gaze from the other girl's eyes just to give her a quick look-over; she has an intimidating physique. But the look she redirects to Rena's eyes betrays no second-guessing, no questioning her own ability to win the match, nor the outcome itself.

She leans out of her corner once the referee girl is finished checking her over and makes her way to the center of the ring. The bell rings out, and her smile spreads into a wicked grin. "Looks like somebody forgot to get dressed tonight," she teases concerning Rena's battle bikini. "Or are you just hoping I'll go easy on you so you don't have a wardrobe malfunction?"

It's delivered as a taunt, but that's actually a legitimate concern of hers. Katsumi isn't a monster. If something happens to Rena's outfit, she'll pause and give her time to fix it. Hopefully that won't be an issue!

Her stance widens, hands raising and fingers splayed to invite a lockup with her opponent. "Come on! Don't keep me waiting!"

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Watching Katsumi like a wild tiger would for prey. The pale skinned woman moved to the center of the ring, looking to see if the girl was a grappler of sorts. Rena had a height advantage, but her green haired Rival Cathy wasn't that much taller then this girl and she gave Rena all sorts of trouble. But regardless of that. Rena wasn't shying away from anyone.

Rena laughed openly at the idea of being teased about fighting in her bikini.

She moved in and locked hands with Katsumi. Like very strong claws, Rena dug her fingers in for a secure hold. She loved to test might and grapple things up. "Wardrobe malfunction..." Rena grinned a white toothy smile as she pushed herself against Katsumi. "I've fought my second match topless... And I've done worse then that." The bikini wrestler let it settle at that. Let Katsumi stew on what she meant exactly. Mind games were a powerful too, and Katsumi wasn't the only one who can pull them off.

Twisting her wrists. Rena sought to put the pressure and pain into the other girls arms as they struggled at the center of the ring. Rena was very good at grappling as she was about to show.

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Fingers lace with fingers, and Katsumi's grip strength comes into play, not backing down from her larger foe. But the mention of her fighting topless, and potentially beyond, has an effect on her; not a positive one. Her eyes go wide, expression twisting. "Oh god, you're a skank!," she announces. "You better be.. disease-free..!" The distraction of this 'revelation' gives Rena a clear opening to use, bearing Katsumi down to a knee.

"Nnh...!"

Her eyes squeeze shut a moment, her muscletone flexed as she struggles with the other female. Suddenly, she opts to change the program! Reversing her efforts, she stops trying to twist at the wrists and push, and rather pulls while she drops back to her shoulders! Her right boot thrusts upwards, hoping to catch Rena by surprise with the heel of her boot beneath her opponent's jaw!

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Rena showed Kat her might and pressed her down on her knees. "Skank. Bitch please." Rena's face hardened as she started to take this fight more serious. As she moved to position Katsumi into a better position, as she watched the Japanase girl shut her eye's to the pain and body flex the other way. The paler skinned woman wanted to shove that head, and short hair between her legs and give them a mighty thigh squeeze.

But things were turning out differen't as Kat pulled her in, and slipped her feet out and kicked her under the chin. Lucky for Rena at least she wasn't biting her tongue!

Now things were on.

Without a thought Rena followed her fighting instincts and pulled the girl up. Catching Kats legs with her shoulder and neck, Rena pulled with a great effort on Katsumi's arms and picked her up, only to slam her back down on her shoulders and back. This also took Rena down, but now she was moving to pin the woman down. Slowly and obviously, Rena moved herself to pin Katsumi down at her shoulders with her knees and just sit on her. "I'll show you how slutty I am, slut."

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BAM!

Katsumi's boot nails her taller opponent on the chin, and she's rather pleased with herself. She should be able to take control of the match and put Rena away! And why hasn't Rena let go of her?!

'Oh crap!'

Katsumi finds herself yanked up, her eyes widening in shock. "Wh- no-!" Before Katsumi can rationalize what exactly is happening, her slender body is being slammed right back down into the mat, sending pain blasting through her slender frame! "Aagh!" Unable to will herself to roll away, she finds a pair of knees pressed into her, Rena seated on her.

"Ghk..." The girl's dark green gaze affixes to Rena above her, fingers twitching and teeth grit. She knows she's in a pinning position, and sure enough, the referee-girl drops down beside the pair.

"One!," she counts off, slapping the mat.

That's as far as it gets. Rena has a size advantage on Katsumi, but Katsumi's stronger than she looks. With a solid, irritated buck, she twists her body under Rena to raise a shoulder and break the pin before it can even reach two.

"Real.. original..," she chides her opponent as she struggles to push her off and get a little distance.

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It didn't surpise Rena Kat had the power in her still to buck her off. But it was still, just a little disappointing to feel being bucked off by her like this. Off Rena went but she wasn't too far behind Katsumi as the other girl tried to gain some ground to recover. Grabbing Kat by her ankle, she twisted and pulled the other woman along, trying to force her back into a Bosten crab hold.

The crowd cheered them on as they watched the Asian girls go at it. Especially when Rena yanked on Katsumi's leg into a single Bosten crab hold. She wanted to go for two, but Rena couldn't manage it.

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Getting a little space from Rena was step one. She needed a little breathing room, a little space to get her momentum going, or just an opening to slow Rena down. But just as she thinks she's about to get a little distance to refocus herself, she finds her ankle caught.

"Ah-! No..!"

The Punk Princess finds her body trapped and toned leg arched backwards. She lets out a yelp in pain, her free leg thrashing, toes digging at the mat to attempt pushing herself forward a little further. Allowing herself to stay in this position is not an option, and every moment Rena gets to wrench on her leg, the worse it gets! Her chest and upper-abdomen scoots along the ring, expression a blend of determination and pain. If she can't just worm her way out of the hold itself, the ropes make for a nice alternative! And in fact, it's the latter that becomes the final decision, her hand reaching out with splayed fingers, looking to grip onto the bottom rope!