Ever the opportunistic, yet finding herself in something of a predicament, Valentina Nieto found herself pacing the hallways with something of a nervous grin to bare. Two weeks ago, she was seen as nothing but a treat for the eyes, with little progress in the ring given she simply could not snag victory. Valentina could have been a born fighting machine; a physical marvel each and every time she threw a move. It did not matter if she was the one with her shoulders down by the end.
To top her natural shame over her lack of progress as it were in the world of gaining that precious first win, the last appearance of the Spanish figure had been something of a controversial one. Having last being seen with a chair to hand, interrupting a fight between figures that had drawn the crowd forward off the edge of their seats, Valentina wasn't so much the figure of popularity at the moment. Not to mention obscurity, given her presence or actions that day had yet to be explained. A feat not changing this day either. Spoiler
Emerging to a surprisingly bigger reaction than the Spaniard was used to, the dirty haired blonde found a smug smile on her face as her ears pricked up. The crowd was reacting, but far from in a way describable as in her favour. The boo's growing louder as those in the crowd previously silent began to tag along, Valentina simply couldn't resist what followed. A wave to the audience, followed by a mock bow, and it appeared the beauty had found her calling. If she couldn't pick up that win, it seemed, she could always find pleasure in the hatred from others.
Descending to the ring with that newly equipped grin still apparent, a quick motioning to the nearby officials would see Valentina's hand equipped with a microphone. Evidently, the blonde had not only dusted up on ways to work the crowd, but had apparently had done some prior research into this upcoming foe.
"Katsumi Oshiro...I don't have the slightest clue...or damn for that matter what the hell you're calling yourself or what the hell it means...but you best hurry your ass out here, before I come up there, and make you the New Real-ly smacked-down bitch!"
Insofar, Katsumi has had scheduled matches arranged by the management. Tonight, she was simply in the wings, waiting for something, anything. She'd be fine with finding her own entertainment if she had to. Maybe pick at another girl who didn't seem to have a match, either. She wasn't about to let herself be overlooked by management. She had a goal, and that meant the audience needed to keep their eye on her. Love her or hate her, they needed to feel something in her direction.
As the night dragged on, she began to feel more pressed to find someone to agitate. So she went ahead and got changed out of her streetclothes, and into her ring gear. Sleek black boots, black short shorts with cat-themed belt, black sportsbra-style wrestling top, black choker, and pink long-sleeved shirt overtop. A light coat of pink lipgloss later, and she's good to go!
Just in time, in fact. A stagehand was just about to beat down her dressing room door when she emerged, nearly smacking face-to-face with him. "Oshiro-san! Something's happening!" The information is received with a blink, and she makes her way to the entrance ramp to peek through the curtains.
She heard the challenge. It didn't offend her. No, it got a wicked grin.
"Hit my music and give me a microphone." Her music kicks on...
The music she'd selected to be in the wings was a more smooth roll with a good beat, and despite it being one she'd never used before, the audience already knew what it meant. Katsumi's musical choices had a distinct techno-gamer quality to them; fun, no matter what the tone of her match would be. Blue and purple laser lights begin firing off immediately in sync with the music, arranged along either side of the entrance ramp. They were the same laser lights she'd used in her last match, and while she prefers to fuss over the details, the fact that they were already in place was pretty convenient. It's the small touches that really got an audience's attention.
When the synth baseline kicks on, smoke begins building around the curtain. And with the addition of the drums, the Punk Princess steps out through the fog and into- what? The audience is cheering? Insofar, Katsumi had gotten accustomed to entering with a crescendo of inconsistency. Some people loved her in-your-face brassy attitude, others thought she was a terrible cheater. But Valentina, somehow, some way, had earned more ire than her. She didn't let it break her from her stride, however, as though it were a simple matter of course. Her head tips back, eyes closed, arms raised to pull her slender body taut, confident smile on her face, and boot tapping to the beat of her music, she basks in the unusual feeling of overwhelming encouragement from the audience.
It's a different kind of stimulating; not one she'd gotten to experience often in the other federation.
Her head cants again, expressive dark green eyes zeroing on the blonde in the ring. Her hip cocks to the side, the microphone hanging in her left hand while the right bobs its index finger side-to-side in an impishly chastising manner. She turns to her left and raises the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen!," she begins, the music lowering in volume but not going away, "We have our first official challenger!" She motions her free hand towards the ring, then turns around to address the other half of the arena. "What do you think? Should I tear this bitch apart!?"
The crowd pops their approval, and Katsumi turns to face the ring again. Her arms bob to either side, encouraging the volume level of the crowd to rise. A bright laugh escapes her, erring a little more girlish than she'd prefer - though it's out of her control! The audience is leaving her a little giddy!
"Hahahah, oh shit! Sounds like it's about to suck to be you tonight!"
With that, the Punk Princess starts a spirited trot down the ramp. As she nears the ring, she tosses the microphone to a security guard standing by the guardrail. Hands now freed, she grabs onto the lower hem of her shirt to draw up and over her head, exposing her toned waist to the open air and audience.
Katsumi
The shirt is tossed to the corner of the ring, and she leaps up onto the ring apron. Spinning around to face the audience, her arms drape over the top rope and she arches her back, body drawing taut before simply back-rolling over the top rope to land neatly on her boots. She backs into her corner to be inspected by the referee, her eyes narrowed and locked onto her opponent's big blues. The near-trademarked confident smile has yet to leave her face, but it's taken on a wicked, predatory tone, visibly anxious to get things rolling.
Valentina was only starting to get into the swing of working the crowd, before much to her displeasure, Katsumi was a figure heavily engrossed in doing just that. Her figure left standing in the ring, arms crossed with a glare to the punk now on the ramp, Valentina is left somewhat awkwardly rolling her eyes to and fro, baring her teeth at the fact the crowd was being turned against her. Having no words to give back, either through lack of wit or simple desire to avoid a verbal fight prior to a physical one, Valentina merely tossed her own microphone to the side. Raising the hand that threw it, she'd beckon the Punk beauty to come down, something unneeded given Kat was already in motion.
Pacing her figure back, mostly at the notice of the referee to allow Kat space to enter, and perhaps out of fear of an immediate assault given Valentina was hardly shooting Kat a look of kindness, Val's back soon found the opposite corner. Arms raised to lazily rest them on either rope a moment, the Spaniard ducked her head slightly to add just a touch of sharpness to her glare. She didn't say anything, mind.
She just built the tension by refusing to budge those eyes.
Finding nothing illegal on Katsumi's personage, the referee moves to inspect Valentina.
Katsumi, meanwhile, doesn't break her gaze off of her Spanish opponent's. It's at times like this that she wishes she could, though. She can only use her peripherals to take in Valentina's physique. What she can tell, however, is that her tanned opponent is pretty cut. She's managed to be physically fit and athletic without losing a pretty face. She's a little taller than her, probably a little heavier, but these things aren't going to matter. The better the body on her opponent, the more impressive it'll be when the match ends with Katsumi dominantly on top.
The referee-girl finds nothing incriminating on Valentina. She backs up, motions to the fighters, and signals the bell.
*DING*
Katsumi exits her corner, that predatory smile widening in anticipation. Moving to the center of the ring, she expects her opponent to join her. Stance widens, arms raise, and she plans to latch onto her opponent's shoulder and collar with a standard initial lockup!
Rolling those shoulders as it were, stretching out those last few kinks as the fight got under way, Valentina too adopted something of a fighters posture, as she danced on her feet a moment to warm them up. Soon settling into a slow moving, sturdier pose, she took what she could of the girls frame in from view alone. Fit, likely nimble. Stern figured, likely stronger than one might think. And opinionated. Urgh. The worst sort. Baring her teeth, her hands raised as her figure shuffled forward, Valentina would find her frame acting on its own to match Katsumi's posture, as she too found a collar and shoulder for which her hands would make themselves at home.
The figures no close, she'd keep her voice low, muttering nothing but grunts and groans as she began to exert herself. She had little intention of gaining ground, opting instead to take this moment to feel the girl out, and figure out just what kind of strength Katsumi had. Albeit, she had even less intention of losing ground too!
Valentina isn't far off the mark with her assessment of Katsumi. She's a spry, surprisingly strong punk - and excessively opinionated. And that wicked smile only spreads a little when Valentina reciprocates the lockup!
Fingers dig into skin, and Katsumi leans into her for much the same reason as her opponent. She's getting an idea for how much those muscles on her foe as for show, and how much she's going to have to beat on them before she's putty in her hands. Heated exhales escape the punkette, and she slowly ramps up the pressure - but she's finding no success in this exchange.
"Hnnh..!"
She gives a final burst of effort, hoping to work Valentina back into the ropes to press into her.
Locking figures, the comparisons are easily made between the duo. Heavier, bustier, and a shade taller than her punkette foe, it's the curves of Valentina that add to her density, along with a surprising amount of muscle for one with such good looks. But even with those thicker biceps, the tanned beauty fails to steer control of the lock-up straight in her favour, as every burst of power she gives, Katsumi matches!
"Dang it..." She mutters, mostly in annoyance at her own lack of great power over the presence of Kat's matching strength. Still, she doesn't lose hope; her boots digging hard into the mat, scraping the fabric with every press, as she neither loses nor gains ground. The only thing seemingly both grow in such a heated encounter, is a drop sweatier!
Forcing her forehead forward, a mini-clash is heard, loud enough for the referee to perhaps wince a touch, and forceful to make both figure perhaps yelp a little, but no even close enough to budge either woman from their posture. Valentina simply wanted to adjust her stance; pressing each and every curve she could against her foe, whilst giving her a face-full of her increasingly agitated Spanish mug!
Katsumi lets out not a yelp, but a squeak when the force redoubles. Her body arches, boots trenching against the mat to hold her ground as best she can. But for one of the ladies, their muscles are bound to start tiring out. That's a risk Katsumi isn't willing to take this early in a match.
Face to face, eye to eye, shoulder to shoulder, and chest to chest, Katsumi's options are quickly dwindling. She's doesn't think she's capable of overtaking her at this point. Things need to change up fast. So the punkette is the one to break stride, dipping to the side while thrusting up her knee, hoping Valentina's raised arms and momentum ensure her bare belly is an effective target!
The shaking of both figures only growing all the worse as the seconds passed, one figure was surely soon to break; with either the gaining of ground for the other figure to be had, or latter figure simply ensuing with a switch-up. Whom is the strongest of the two remains to be seen, as close to the moment of Katsumi's break, Valentina opts for the same. Only she's a shade slower.
"Oooph!" Knee making its home in her tout abdomen, curves aplenty jiggling from that sudden hit, the Spaniard does what she can in wrapping her fine biceps around that leg whilst it's still against her tummy. She's aching, and needs a little breath, but her grip remains firm.
She simply hopes that her catching of that leg, and her speed in general, is enough for her to catch Katsumi off-guard; as she rolls over and under that leg, pulling with it, for a standard dragon-screw leg-whip!
Katsumi was hoping that would stun her blonde opponent more than it did; to create an opening. Instead, when her knee sinks into abs, she finds arms hooking her smooth leg. This is something she can work with, though! She balances on one foot, hopping neatly on her toes to keep in control, and prepares to throw her counter - when Valentina suddenly whips her over to land her flat on her back!
"Nnf!"
Body jarred by the hit, Katsumi fights through the disorientation and tries to curl in towards her captor. Her left arm reaches out in hopes of catching Valentina and pulling her head under her arm, all the better to begin drilling some punches into her opponent's ribs. Even if she has to remain on her back, she'll try to see to it that her opposition stays on the receiving end!
Vs. 
