Alexia vs. Katsumi Oshiro (Falls Count Anywhere)

[TheManVan]

Match type: Falls Count Anywhere
Rules: No-DQ
Victory Conditions: Pinfalls and Submission

The lights dimmed out as the theme of the Face Painted Terror appeared on stage, back facing the crowd while she leaned forward, her butt popping out for the crowd as she slowly swayed from side to side. Her lips was practically glued into her twisted smile at this point, the match greatly matched her style. An all out brawl that could literally go anywhere and end anywhere with no rules holding her back. There was nothing stopping her from having all the funs she wanted as she popped up and jerked around, letting loose a loud cry before it degenerated into a twisted laugh.

She began to make her way down the ring, in a hurried fashion as she continued to giggle loudly as she reached ring side. Instead of heading up the stairs, Alexia veered off to the right as she grabbed onto the ring post, vaulting around the corner as she let go of the post and started to spin around with the momentum she had, rolling across the apron before stopping, back pressing and leaning over the apron as the crowd sitting front row had a really good view of her body with her revealing corset.

Laughing out, she would grab on to the top rope before rolling into the ring in slow fashion as she made her way towards the center, continuing to laugh with each roll before she stopped in the center. Laying on her stomach, she rubbed her face against the mat with a look of practically uncontained joy and excitement as she waited for her opponent to arrive!

[CyanDimitrik]

Management really seems to be throwing everything they've got at her. Or has it been her opponents setting these up? Either way, multiple-falls matches almost immediately, and now this? No DQ's? Falls count anywhere? Katsumi loves it. There's no better way to show the audience that she deserves what she's after; she's willing to put herself on the line for what she wants, and fight for it tooth and nail. Maybe even literally, if it came to it. The only X-factor here is her opponent.

At first, Katsumi thought Alexia was working some dumb gimmick; clowns. How spoopy. The only thing she'd have to concern herself with is that ugly makeout smearing on her. But then she watched a couple of her fights. She's pretty sure this chick is actually crazy. She's wrestled matches like this before, but against other, at least similarly-determined women whom she could reasonably expect to not try to kill her. Alexia, though...

Maybe her imagination is getting wild on her again. She can't afford to let her stomach knot up. It cost her a few times in her debut match against Marissa. She just needs to go out there, do what she's been trained to do, and be done with it. She's already dressed for the match, wearing her sleek black wrestling boots, black short shorts with cat-themed belt, choker, black sportsbra-esque wrestling top, and pink long-sleeved shirt. The only thing left to do is to just do it.

Katsumi has broken tradition and peeked through the curtain to watch her opponent's entrance - with a raised eyebrow. She watches her roll with laughter, she watches her nuzzle into the mat.

"Holy shit."

The stagehand beside her turns his head to give her an unsettlingly sober look and nod. The Punk Princess takes a slow, deep breath, and exhales the tension threatening to build.

Her music kicks on...

Yet another new track to introduce the grappler; an intense, poppy techno remix accompanied by flashes of blue and yellow laser lights firing in sequence along the edge of the entrance ramp leading to the ring.

"And her opponent! From Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess! KATSUMI! OOOSHIROOO!"

The diva steps into the light, left hand raised to herald in the mix of cheers and boos. The audience isn't sure which direction to go with it for this particular matchup, but it doesn't matter too much to Katsumi. Sure, being booed isn't half as fun as being cheered, but in the end, it's the volume that fuels her. So it does nothing to diminish the cocky smirk tugging the corner of her lips.

Her right hand lifts, drawing attention to a simple, even underwhelming party-blower, which she tips in Alexia's direction. She places it to her lips and gives a puff, issuing the 'vvrrrrooo!' sound before motioning to the side of the ramp. Her thumb bobs in a distinctive gesture, and the fan seems to get the idea. He produces a lighter, which Katsumi takes and proceeds to set fire to the innocuous device. The party blower is held high, flames dancing for the arena and cameras to see. Katsumi pouts out her lips in mocking sympathy for Alexia. The lighter is tossed back to the fan and the party-blower is thrown to the ramp where it's promptly crushed underboot.

Katsumi doesn't do subtle.

Katsumi

The Punk Princess makes her way down the ramp with her near-trademarked devilishly confident smile. As she nears the ring, she grabs the lower hem of her shirt to draw up and over her head, exposing her trim midsection to the open air and audience. The shirt is tossed to the corner of the ring, and she pulls herself up onto the ring apron, promptly rotating to face the crowd. Her back arches against the ropes, pulling her body taut, before finally rolling over the top rope to alight gracefully on her boots in the ring proper.

She moves into her corner, expressive dark green eyes locked onto Alexia as the referee-girl closes in to inspect her. That confident smile never leaves her face. Alexia may be an unnerving wildcard, but she can't let her know that.

[TheManVan]

Alexia continued to nuzzle her face into the mat, dragging it back and forward as she felt the coarse material pulling on her cheek while she kept her eyes on entrance, waiting with anticipation for the girl who was going to have fun with her. The music began to pick up as Alexia rose up to her knees, her hands sliding on the mat as she slowly straightened herself as she saw her opponent.

Her smile would quickly change from the twistedness to a look of confusion as she could see her opponent with something in her hand. From the distance she was at, Alexia had to squint to try and focus her eyes hard enough to even see the shape of the item, but eventually it was her ears that alerted her to what it was, it was a simple party-blower. Usually it was Alexia's opponents who were confused with her antics, but for once Alexia found herself on the opposite end of it as she looked puzzled at Katsumi.

Even more so when she decided to light it on fire.

Now Alexia was curious to see if that was the only thing that she was going to lit, a small smirk of interest curling on her lips. Sadly, the fire show was ended rather quickly as Katsumi stomped it out. Alexia wasn't sure what that whole bit was about, but if it was a jab at Alexia, the notion flew completely over her head.

Still kneeling in the center of the ring, Alexia's blue orbs never left Katsumi's as her opponent continued with her entrance, even stripping off her shirt to be fully in her wrestling gear as it drew a bigger smile from Alexia before the two of them were in the ring. The referee tried to get Alexia's attention to back her up into the opposite corner, but the two combatants were already locking eyes and refusing to break contact. Alexia felt a little slighted when she found herself in a bit of confusion and in an act of pettiness wanted to do the same back to Katsumi as she leaned forward, slowly starting to crawl towards Katsumi.

Normally, the referee would've stopped this action, but it was clear she wanted nothing to do with Alexia besides counting a pin. Alexia slowly made her way to Katsumi, swaying from side to side with her twisted smile as she would reach her, rising up on her knees as she extended her tongue and begin to drag it across Katusmi, already claiming her as her playmate. The suggestive action got some fans riled up as Alexia continued to rise up until she was standing face to face with Katsumi, lips curled into her big twisted smile as she pressed her chest into Katsumi's!

"Ready.....for fun?"

[CyanDimitrik]

Alright, Alexia's kind of pretty. Harlequin look notwithstanding, Alexia's got a pretty face, a good body - she crazy as Hell, it seems, but she's pretty. Katsumi isn't letting up on the staredown, even as she seems to move forward, drop to all fours, what the fuck is going on here.

The referee has all but abandoned them. She wants no part in whatever is happening. Katsumi is frozen in the corner, those expressive eyes getting larger by the moment. Her brow knits inwards, mouth moving to perhaps demand a question, only for her voice to catch in her throat at the sensation of Alexia's tongue sliding over the smooth, pane of her stomach. Her abs tense as her muscles flex sporadically under the unfamiliar, jarring sensation. "A-ah..!" Her hands grip the top ropes at either side, her pupils shrinking, body quaking as Alexia draws higher over her. When the wildcard presses in against her, Katsumi's mind is a complete blank, staring back at Alexia's face.

She doesn't even hear the bell ring to signal the match to begin.

*DING!*

[TheManVan]

Alexia continued to smile her twisted smile as she stood against Katsumi, seeing that frozen look on her face. She knew that she got her opponent good, settling the debt of unsettledness as she heard the bell ring. Now it was completely fine to do whatever she wanted as long as she didn't stray from the rules set forth.

Her arms would immediately wrap around Katsumi's body, squeezing tightly on her opponent as she would shove hard into her into the turnbuckle before attempting to throw herself backwards and trying to throw Katsumi over head for a belly to belly suplex!

If she was successful, she would begin to cackle on the mat before quickly scrambling back up to her feet and throwing herself in the now vacant corner. Arms draped over the top ropes as her leg repeatedly stomped into the mat, she would throw herself back again as she gripped on the top rope, arching herself backwards as she'd continued laughing with the world was turned upside down for her. She then released one grip, twisting around to face her opponent before attempting to race out of the corner and run her over as she got to her feet!

[CyanDimitrik]

Every inch of licked skin feels tingly, and Katsumi's brain is still trying to process. Never has another girl been so forward with her before, especially in such a completely bizarre way. And then she suddenly finds Alexia's arms wrapped around her waist, pressed back hard into the turnbuckle, and whipped over! The Punk Princess lands with a yelp against the mat behind her, rolling immediately to a seated position. Her gaze is still blank for the few seconds she remains sitting up, followed short by her flopping down to the mat.

"Guh.. wha-.." One hand moves to her face to cover an eye, the other hand over her stomach. Her mind is still reeling, with a fresh daze added to it from the opening hit. She can hear her opponent laughing somewhere behind her. Freakness confirmed. Good lord.

As the ring shakes, per Alexia's stomps, Katsumi rolls over onto all fours. Her eyes narrow, and she pushes herself up to her feet - only to be rammed into by the harlequin-girl! Bashed back down to the mat, Katsumi lands squarely on her back! "Unf!"

[TheManVan]

Charging into Katsumi, Alexia threw her arms out so that she would ram into Katsumi chest first as she barreled her down with a violent body check as she stood over the now grounded Katsumi. Alexia let out another cackle as she stood with Katsumi between her legs, arching her head back to laugh up into the spot lights above before snapping her attention back to Katsumi down below.

She would quickly drop down onto her knees, attempting to go straight into a mounted position and seat herself right on Katsumi's waist. Leaning forward, she would hover provokingly over Katsumi with their breasts barely touching each other as one hand reached up to stroke the cheek of her opponent. The twisted smile was curled on her lips as she looked as if she was ready to devour the girl underneath her before grabbing a hold of her hair, pulling on it to lift the head up as she would begin to throw a rapid fire volley of her fist!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi lets out a little groan amidst the cackles of her opponent poised above her. Her back arches a little in pain, but she's no doubt quick to recover from this - until Alexia drops to mount her. "Nnf," grunts the punkette. She's immediately ready to fight back - right up until her facial space is invaded, her chest barely meeting Alexia's, her eyes widening and pupils shrinking.

It's official. Alexia freaks her the fuck out.

Suddenly, her hair is grabbed! She lets out a yelp, which turns into a garbled cry as punches rain against her cheek! Her arms flail at first, then move inwards to shield her cheeks with her face with her forearms as much as she can. But that does nothing to stop the painful pulling on her scalp!

Fortunately for her, hair-pulling has never been something the referees stand for. The girl in stripes moves in to chastise Alexia as firmly as she can get up the nerve to, gesturing wildly and pantomiming hair-pulling. Bad form! This is one of those times Katsumi actually likes having a referee around. They're rare, but if it gets the blonde to stop, she'll take it!

[TheManVan]

Mounted on Katsumi, Alexia began to throw her fist at Katsumi as the no disqualification rule would no restrict her in pummeling her opponent with no referee to get in her way. Or at least she thought before she felt the hands of the referee grabbing on to her and yanking Alexia off of Katsumi. Her flurry was a bit too much for the referee's taste as Alexia rolled off of Katsumi, shooting a hated glare at the striped woman for ruining her fun.

She wanted to just blast the woman in the face for getting in her way, but that would distract her from her main fun as her eyes would snap back to Katsumi as it wasn't long before her lips curled back into a smile as she got to her feet.

Turning away from her opponent, Alexia shot off to the ropes, springing off of it as she raced back to Katsumi before leaving her feet, throwing them as high as she could while angling her body to try and splash Katsumi with a senton!

[CyanDimitrik]

For the first time perhaps in the history of professional wrestling, a nagging referee has managed to stop antics without the threat of disqualification. Alexia truly is unpredictable. But in this situation, it works out for Katsumi.

Once released, the punkette remains lying flat on her back. Knees steepled, her hands set over her face, trying to rub over the cheek that Alexia had been pounding, with her scalp still stinging. "Ahhnn..," she groans. Last she saw, Alexia was carrying on with the referee. That buys her a few- wait, why is the ring shaking?

"HFF!"

Alexia's back slams across Katsumi's torso, causing her limbs to jolt before landing splayed. She exhales another groan, amidst a writhing of her legs against the mat. But for the moment, she just needs to catch her breath! Alexia doesn't look like she'd be particularly heavy, but a solid body landing across a tummy will take the wind out of anyone's sails!