Tara could feel a shiver down her side. Though as usual, it would not be from nerves. Having slid before the masses in her usual cavalier manner, the Korean beauty descended the ramp with her music blaring and her arms wide. A Tara match was rather run of the mill, in that it often followed the same formula at least in regards to how things went on the Korean's side. In that whilst Tara absolutely had the ability to push herself and put on a show - maybe even at a level worthy of competing for a championship - she seldom cared to. Tara wanted fun, and nothing else! Spoiler
Adjusting her hat as the top rope briefly knocked it from her head, Tara stood with arms wide and a spin to her frame as she stuck her tongue out at the audience. Body yet again clad in that skimpy bikini of hers, the Korean beauty raised her hands briefly to the sky before settling into the corner. The shiver was still present upon her frame, but it soon became clear why.
For Tara had bared witness to the beauty of the figure she was wrestling today - she could barely contain her excitement! The shiver was from one of pure anticipation!
Whereas in the opposite end of the spectrum, Katsumi was hellbent on making a strong statement with her match here tonight. The Punk Princess needed everyone to really get it. She didn't just let her hair grow out and tease it a bit. She didn't just find some flashy new attire to wear. Katsumi needs them to know she's good. She's better than before. Same attitude. Same punkette. Whole new level of finesse.
She scouted her opponent. She'd seen that she was invited to one of the larger events before, but didn't make it. She'd noted she seemed to enjoy wrestling in a bikini and hat. Which, fine. Grudgingly, she'd have to admit to herself that the spunky Korean is stupid levels of cute. But she's here to do a job. To probably piss off some people in the crowd by beating up this really cute chick in some terribly brutal ways! Did she mention she's cute?
Shut up!
A couple years the Korean's elder, Katsumi has no idea there's such a level of anticipation in her. Much less why. In fact, the idea that people would even look at her with that much admiration is an alien concept to her. So she's focused. Sunglasses rest over her eyes, leather jacket snug against her body, she bobs with feathery dexterity from boot to boot, blood pumping, adrenaline flowing, running through what she planned to do tonight as she listened to her opponent's music.
The arena lights dim. Then, a heavy electric guitar begins to strum - the preamble.
"And her opponent!," begins the announcer. "From Osaka, Japan! At 5'7" and weighing in at 124 lbs! The Punk Princess, herself! KATSUMI! OOOOSHIROOO!" Yes, she has an actual intro video.
The air is streaked in laser lights, alternating between violet and emerald. On the titantron, pair of vivid, feline-esque eyes appear over a full moon. Her name logo shimmers into existence around them in frame. And then, the tune really kicks in.
Katsumi rushes onto the stage, spinning a single circle before thrusting her fist into the air, awash in mixed reaction. Some cheers. Some boos. But a lot of noise either direction. Some enjoy her savagery and viciousness. Others scorn her for it and yearn for her comeuppance. She relishes both with a wicked smile. Entrance Attire
The fist lowers slowly, theatrically, only to point down the aisle to Tara waiting for her in the ring. Then the finger raises, and wags side to side. Ah-ah-ah, says the body language. The hand draws back, suddenly whisking through her silky blueblack mane in equally theatric toss over her shoulder before she begins down the ramp, hips asway in confident sashay. Her hands lift to either side, palms turned outwards to either side of the aisle, somewhere between acknowledging the fans and dismissing them.
Upon reaching the ring apron, she grabs the bottom rope and smoothly swings herself up onto the edge. Pinching the edge of the sunglasses, she raises them to rest just atop her crown to better look out over the crowd. A fist raises before her, the other fist joins it, and begins cranking... a slow... middle finger at them. Once fully erect, she kisses at the air. "Muah." Backrolling over the top rope, gold-soled boots land on the mat and she dashes up the opposite corner turnbuckle, fists thrusting into the air with back arched.
Finally dropping, she turns to ease back into her corner and sheds the jacket, her sunglasses slipped into an inner-pocket for safekeeping. The garment is left just outside the ring's perimeter, nicely tucked away, and leaving her slender, toned body on full display. Katsumi, Ready to Go
As the referee-girl checks her over, those bright green eyes are cast across the ring to Tara, taking her in. Ugh. Tomboyish. Slender. Not crazy busty. Really pretty face. Alright, fine, she's cute; now that she's acknowledged the thoughts, they can go away! "Plannin' on keeping the hat on through the match?," she calls to her in chide. "Are ya hoping it'll keep me from bashing your head around?"
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Tara's mouth was already agape by the time Katsumi's entrance had begun to fill the arena. She didn't know what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.
Thrusting her rear off the turnbuckle behind her, Tara paced herself across the ring to get a good a view on Katsumi's entrance as possible. Crossing her arms and resting them upon the top ropes nearest the entrance ramp, Tara found herself humming and shaking her head in rhythm with not the music, but the swagger of Katsumi's hips.
And then, all of a sudden, it hit her. A revelation so shocking that she was snapped from her bewilderment near immediately, as she straightened up whilst stepping back. With a look that suggested she'd just realised a hard, harrowing truth!
Though the reality was quite the opposite!
"Wa...ahhh.." Tara looked utterly lost as she inadvertedly made the perfect amount of space for Katsumi, with her body still in a stunned pose by the time her opponent for the evening joined her in the ring. The fact Katsumi was so close to her only made Tara's revelation all the more shocking.
Katsumi Oshiro was gorgeous.
The girl before her was gorgeous.
But they didn't look alike at all!
"W...Are you the substitute?" Tara blinked herself back to here and now, as she tried her best not to sound insulting. "Did they play the wrong music...did...huh?" A thousand questions ran through Tara's mind as she looked on at the gal before her with utter confusion in her gaze.
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Katsumi's girlishly impish sass concerning Tara's wardrobe seemed to fall on deaf ears. In fact, the longer Tara remains in stunned poise, Katsumi's smile fades. It gets awkward. So awkward.
And then the question is posed, which visibly takes the Punk Princess off-guard. The referee-girl finishes her pat-down, and Katsumi casually shoves past her to approach Tara. "Whaddaya mean?" She glances down at herself, then back to her. "I'm- uh. I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be here. They called my name." She shoots a furtive look towards the announcers. Then back to Tara, the wide-eyed confusion written clearly on the typically confident punkette's pixie features.
"I- I'm Katsumi Oshiro!," she announces, attempting to regain some of her bluster. Her left fist props to her hip, head lifting to uptilt her chin. "The one and only Punk Princess!" And then a wink. "Accept no substitutes, hotstuff."
Tara was completely lost as Katsumi spoke. Was this a ruse? Were there two women in LAW with identical names? She felt as though she was part of a prank more and more as the seconds went on - with the thought of LAW management finally having at her for her endlessly flirtatious, jestering ways! A taste of her own medicine, so to speak!
But then all at once, with Katsumi's confidence in herself no doubt helping, it would click for Tara Kwan as her mouth briefly went all the more agape, before she shut it tight. Prior to extending a finger right in Katsumi's direction!
"YOUUUU...Are hot..." She'd say with a furrowed brow and serious look to her face, before she brought her hands to her own hips with a nod. As if she'd just come to some profound revelation - all on her own!
Katsumi promptly goes cross-eyed when the finger is levied all up in her space. "Buh..."
Did she just get called hot? By someone in the ring? Who isn't a dude? Or fan, so far as she can tell? Is this the result of her makeover? A little deliberate eyeshadow, growing her hair out, teasing it a bit? This is the first, and easily most pronounced, confirmation and proof positive. Doesn't hurt that the girl it's coming from is painfully cute, herself.
"Well," begins Katsumi, attempting to compose herself. "Guess that means you won't mind me being on top tonight." She shoots Tara a coy smile and wink. She is brazenly flirting. What even.
The referee girl looks between them, confused. But before she can signal the bell to start, Katsumi is suddenly in motion, attempting to rush Tara into the turnbuckle with a tight corner splash, a body avalanche. Chest mashing to chest, bare abs to bare abs, face nearly hitting face.
The referee squeaks and flails an arm to signal the match to begin. *DING!*
Tara's fingers shot back to her chin as she adopted the pose of a thinker. It was not unheard of for her opponents to respond in kind to her, well, 'typical' advances. Though admittedly, it was a very uncommon occurrence outside of matches of a more mature setting. Not that she didn't welcome it all the same.
"You can be on top. After this match..." Tara hummed, thinking she was clever as her eyes went to her opponents. Or rather, they tried to. For Tara's head and gaze would be pointed at the space previously occupied by Katsumi's eyes, even if there was a bit of distance between the two of them. Instead of finding them, Tara found Katsumi's good looks very up close and personal given that Tara's opponent opted to cut the distance and crush the Korean's frame both!
With fantastic results!
At least for Katsumi!
Lithe figure hitting the corner padding hard, with the firm body of Katsumi crushing her into it, all of the air in the Korean's lungs would outright pour out! As her head shot back with limbs a-shaking, as she was forced to spasm from the hard collision!
Katsumi eagerly presses her body into Tara's for the opening volley, opting to make the poor Korean suffer for her.. uh.. well, insolence isn't something she's particularly bothered by. Forwardness? She isn't bothered by that, either. It was flattering. Made her feel quite good about herself, especially coming from someone as pretty as Tara. It's a healthy little boost in confidence. So why exactly is she taking it to Tara so hard right out the gate? She isn't entirely sure, herself, but she doesn't have long enough to suss out that it's probably caught somewhere between the psychology of, "wrestling is fun and exciting and intimate and now we can share it," and, "sort'a just wanted to feel her body and cavegirl reptile brain took over." But really, who's keeping score?
Maintaining that pressure as the other girl recoils from the impact, Katsumi tilts her head to look at her eye-to-eye. "You have to earn your spot lying on me," she murmurs, voice rich with teasing flirt. What's gotten into her is anyone's guess. She is not typically like this, this brazen.
She grabs for the girl's arms to toss them over the top ropes at either side, allowing her to stand a little more in place while also conveniently leaving her slender body open for business. And Katsumi takes full advantage of that! The opening salvo is a series of a alternating stiff hook punches aimed to hammer against Tara's belly! Testing not only her toughness and tolerance, but also the muscletone of her abdomen.
Tara wasn't just crushed against the corner - she was soon hung upon it! The referee would be left caught out as to the speed of Katsumi's body splash and restraint, with the darker haired beauty free to restrain Tara with the use of the ropes uninhibited. At least for this very second!
But it would be a long second to say the least, as Tara's firm mitts were trapped loosely either side of her exposing her lovely core. A core Katsumi didn't waste time in cutting down to size, as she began to chip away at Tara's midriff as if the Korean owed her money!
Grunts would be heard in loud fashion from the Korean beauty, as each strike against her made her arms tense against the ropes! She'd shake her head for what good that did her, as her feet spasmed and kicked against the canvas. Before she tried to bring one up - if only to give something of a push kick at Katsumi to create space!
All the whilst, her abs would be forced to match her hair in color!
Katsumi was content to pound away at the Korean's slender stomach, breaking down her core muscles. Take out the core, and you take out the body's whole support system; it's why it's usually her favorite target in the ring. Not to mention, an opening salvo on an opponent's gut usually yields a good idea of where their fitness level hangs! Can she stand up to punishment? Does she have abs to break down? Or is she all squish? Insofar, the latter doesn't seem to be the case. Which, to be frank, Katsumi is happy for. It's not as fun if the opponent isn't at least tough enough to make conquering her some kind of effort.
The referee starts to close in and force the two to separate, but Tara finds her own defense. The leg works up, planting a foot on Katsumi to push-kick her back and away from her. The Punk Princess stumbles back several steps, and the referee takes the opportunity to wave her arms. "Fight clean, keep off the ropes!," she fusses.
"YOU keep off the ropes!"
"W-what!?"
Katsumi doesn't bother elaborating for the poor, confused referee-girl. Instead, she begins hopping her weight from boot to boot, fists raised like a boxer, eager for Tara to join her and the match to continue.
Vs. 
