C(K)atfight! - Katsumi Oshiro vs. Catalina Vicente(d)

[CyanDimitrik]

Standard Match
Victory via Pinfall or Submission

VS.

There's no reason to think of this any differently from any other match since Katsumi's return to the limelight. She's here for a reason. A purpose. A mission. Get paid? Get glory? Eventually hold a title and validate every hard choice she's had to make in her life? All that. And she's never been better equipped for it than now, with her resurgence. No longer a random hitter with a snarky attitude and a panache for getting under people's skin, but a well-refined wrestling machine; a true technician, slick, smooth, and vicious like a viper. She wouldn't drop the Punk Princess label she'd been given. She's still into it. But it's time to ascend to royalty and make good on that name.

She still doesn't get the irony of the name. She likely never will.

Her opponent tonight is someone she didn't really know anything about. Same age as her. Shorter frame. Argentinian. It didn't matter. It was that girl's debut match, and Katsumi felt a bit slighted by that. She should be taking down the bigger names, ripping through the ones who'd net her a bigger crowd, better notoriety. This girl, Catalina, would be stepping into a lion's den, and Katsumi would make sure she knew that.

She didn't have anything against her. It's just business. ...Well, that and pleasure. Who says business can't be fun? It's why she got into wrestling in the first place. But- eyes on the prize. Just out of sight of the arena crowd, Katsumi begins bobbing on her feet, shaking her hands to limber up her fingers and wrists.

The arena lights darken, and the first heavy thrums of an electric guitar fill the air. A pair of vivid green feline eyes appear over a moonlit sky on the titantron. Her name shimmers into existence, creating a frame around the eyes; her distinctive logo.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall!," begins the announcer.

Yes, she has an actual intro video.

And then, the song's lead-in fully kicks in, the arena coming alive in an array of viridian and amethyst laserlights dancing through the air. The Punk Princess strides out into the open, arms raised to either side in full, open display to the roaring crowd as she spins a full circle. The gold studs along her bralet and belt catch and glitter under the spotlight, shades mirror reflective and leather jacket worn open.

Entrance Attire

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall!," begins the announcer. "Making her way to the ring! From Osaka, Japan! At a height of five foot, seven inches, and weighing in at a hundred and twenty-four pounds! The Punk Princess herself! KATSUMI! OOOSHIIIROOO!"

The crowd has a very mixed reaction to her, but it's loud. Those who revel in bad behavior and bucking authority cheer for her with abandon, while those who scorn the poor sportsmanship and hostile nature boo vociferously. The punkette takes both sides, absorbing it, soaking it in; noise is noise, as long as the noise is for her. The fact that she can pull such a heated response from so many people has always been, and will continue to be, so unreal. This is half the dream, right here. The other half happens when the referee is holding her hand in the air in victory. She's just gotta make that happen.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have an opponent to heckle at the start of this match. She's not used to being the one to enter first! So she just plays it aloof, marching down the ramp with a natural, confident sashay of her hips. Hands raise, palms flicking outwards in a simultaneous acknowledgment and dismissal of the audience at either side of the aisle, clearly too cool to dawdle with the fans. Upon reaching the ring apron, she grips the bottom rope and hoists herself onto the edge, spinning around to face out at the capacity crowd.

One fist raises. The other joins. And slowly, meticulously cranks... a middle finger up at them. She flashes an impish smile before air-kissing. "Muah~."

Her back arches over the top rope, cleanly rolling over the cable to land on her boots, only to dash up the far turnbuckle. Fists thrust into the air, smirk playing on her lips. When she finally drops back down, the shades are pinched from her face and tucked into the jacket. Brilliant emerald eyes bared to the arena at last. The jacket is shrugged from her shoulders, and heaped just outside the ropes at the corner, at last leaving the slender athlete in her wrestling gear alone; snug, belted trunks, mostly bare thighs, save for a few straps, kneepads and punky boots laced and soled in gold, the aforementioned secure bralet clinging to her chest, leaving her trim and toned midsection bare, narrow shoulders leading to elbowpads, and finally, a pair of fingerless gloves. Topped off with only one accessory - the choker centered in golden heart.

Katsumi, Ready to Go

As she awaits her opponent, Katsumi rolls her shoulders and swings her arms, limbering up in anticipation.

[Bare]

Tonight was the night. Cat's first match in the biggest promotion she had ever been in, in front of the biggest crowd she had ever competed in front of and it wasn't even a pay per view! To say the nerves were getting to her somewhat was a huge understatement. After all... first impressions in a setting like this were beyond important, and could make or break you depending on the level of it.

'I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.' The Argentinian girl thought chanted to herself with a deep breath, psyching herself up for the match to come as she stood up off of the chair she had been in for the last ten minutes, just.. thinking.

"I've made good impressions before, I have tons of energy, I know I have the look, all I need is to not look like a dummy." She said to herself, reiterating to herself what she knew she was good at, and fully prepared to do what she needed to do to win.

Tightening her fists Cat would take one deep breath as she heard the music of her opponent come to a close, meaning it was time. Walking forward she would turn a corner and approach the guerilla position. Just in time as well since right after her music would begin to play causing Cat to such in a breath as she stepped through the curtain!

Spoiler

"Now her opponent, making her LAW debut and hailing from Buenos Aires, Argentina, standing at five foot two and weighing in at one hundred seventeen pounds! CATALINAAAAA VICENTE!!!"

As her name was announced officially Cat would forget all her feelings of nervousness and worry, allowing the energy and sensations of the crowd to wash over and take Cat over. "YEAHHHHH!" Cat cried out loudly throwing her arm up in the air with a cry while leaning back slightly to show off her body in her tight white and green attire, something that definitely helped in getting the crowd on her side.

Spoiler

Throwing her head forward Cat would break off into a run, charging at the ring and leaping up, performing a entrance stunt she had done plenty of time before bending her knees in and leaning back Cat would leap up, attempting to clear the top rope and tumble into the ring! Well attempt being the key word, truth be told the ring LAW used was a bit... taller than what she was used too. As a result Cat's foot got caught on the bottom rope. Eyes widening as her leap was thrown off Cat would manage to tuck in and roll with the fall regardless and save herself before popping up to her feet with a smile, trying to play the mistake off, but it was clear more than a few people had caught it. Regardless though Cat wasn't gonna try to worry about it as she gave a polite nod to her opponent before heading to her corner.

[CyanDimitrik]

Catalina. Katsumi. Two nekos, from very different places. Heck, they couldn't look more different if they tried. One short, with short hair, bright attire, and tan skin. One tall, with long hair, dark attire, and fair skin. One all sunshine. The other all attitude. In truth, Katsumi enjoyed that. It gives her something to play with; the good girl to contrast her bad apple.

Watching her sprint towards the ring draws a humorless scowl from the diva. Catalina won't be greeted with a smile, but rather a determined narrowing of the eyes- oh.

Oh dear.

She saw that; that tumble into the ring, the boot catching the rope. It's a kneejerk reaction to laugh, but she tries to bite it back, resulting in her lips screwing together in a thin crinkled line. And when the Argentinian lifts and waves politely to her, she may notice that.

Katsumi dips her gaze briefly, focusing on recentering herself. Quick, deep inhale, cleansing whoosh of an exhale, her shoulders rising and falling dramatically. H'okay, she's good. She won't giggle at her now.

Her head lifts, shooting the girl a sardonic smirk. "What kinda newbie did they put in here with me, huh? Ugh."

The referee girl is mid-checking Katsumi for foreign objects. The Punk Princess shoves her away with a single gloved hand with a sharp, "Off, zebra!" The referee stumbles back, leaving Katsumi's path clear. And thus, the punkette stalks forward.

"I'm here to make a point. But if you suck too bad to even master entering the ring, I'm not sure beating you is gonna be worth a damn."

She continues forward, potentially closing in on Catalina in her corner. Vivid emerald eyes lock to the other girl's equally bright green eyes, and she leans close enough to invade her personal space. Inwardly, she has to admit, the girl has a terribly pretty face.

"Try not to waste my time tonight, will ya? Mexico's supposed to have good wrestlers, not scrubs." The remark and deliberate misattributing her homeland is punctuated with a flick of her index finger towards Catalina's forehead. Doink!

And in rushes the referee with a hand moving to Katsumi's chest to nudge her back from Catalina.

[Bare]

Despite a small error in her entrance Cat's first appearance in LAW seemed to have gone off well! Showing off and smiling at the fans for another moment before settling in her corner she would look up to take in her opponent who seemed to have been watching and more than likely caught the small botch, but Cat wasn't too worried given the fact she had managed to catch herself and save the stunt.

Still it didn't stop Katsumi from calling attention to it. Asking if Cat was even able to enter the ring right and if she'd prove to be a proper challenge since the dark haired woman was apparently looking to make a statement tonight. However rather than feel upset by this Cat would only smirk at the admittedly attractive woman across from her. "No worries! You won't be beating me at all haha!" Cat shot right back at Katsumi as if she hadn't heard the first part of her statement.

Though it seemed Katsumi wasn't content solely with the words exchanged between them. Walking closer Cat would blink as the definitely attractive girl leaned in towards her personal space, a very slight blush crossing her face as the woman taunted her again, misunderstanding where she was from before flicking her head.

Now anyone else in her position probably would have been infuriated at the slight. Especially given the rivalries that brewed between certain nationalities where she was from. But Cat understood why.

"Boop." She said suddenly in a cute, disarming way as she poked her fingers into Kat's nose and gently pushed her back before smiling brightly at her. "Hehe silly Kat! I only lived in Mexico for two years! I'm from Argentina though!" She said proudly, after totally misunderstanding what Katsumi said as she struck a cute but proud pose before nodding to the ref to show she was ready before turning her attention to Katsumi with determined eyes.

[CyanDimitrik]

"You won't be laughing when-"

Booped.

Katsumi's words are promptly cut off as a finger - or perhaps multiple fingers - mush her button nose. She's a bit like a shark, really. Vicious, bloodthirsty, apex predatory, and goes completely brain-numb with a nose-boop apparently. She stands there for a couple seconds, cross-eyed to stare at the invasive digit undermining her credibility.

And then, whether from the boop or the persistence of the referee, Katsumi is moved back from Catalina's corner. How is she supposed to be mean to someone who just laughs it off? Katsumi palms her nose and rubs, trying to get her head together. This chick... is... adorable. She hates her. But not really. She's stupidly pretty and all sunshine.

The referee seems satisfied, waving an arm to signal the bell.

DING!

"Come'ere and get your beating," she invites, trying again to tilt her. Though at this point, she's just as motivated by a curiosity to see how she'll respond. Hands raise, fingers curling to beckon. Then the fingers spread, inviting to start with a classic lockup - while admittedly having no intention of following through with it, and instead blasting a knee into her frustratingly equally cute stomach.

[Bare]

Catalina was what one may call.. overly optimistic. More often than not she tended to treat any and all trash talk as playful banter, and attempts at intimidation as little more than showboating. Nothing harmful in her opinion. Which is why even with her opponent up in her face and insulting where she was from Cat only responded with a boop and playful rebuttal. After all in her mind her opponent was doing nothing wrong so she wouldn't either.

That being said the boop seemed to have an odd effect. Katsumi's eyes sorta went cross and the girl seemed like she didn't know where she was for a moment making Cat blink. Soon though the bell would ring, snapping Katsumi out of the daze and prompting her to come forward which only made Cat smirk at the offer, an idea already springing to mind, especially if her foe was still thrown off from the initial boop.

So as soon as they had the opportunity, Cat and Kat would approach, with the dark haired girl's hands up to seemingly offer a grapple. Simple enough, and with Cat's hands up as well it seemed as though she would accept. Except once she was close enough Cat would suddenly dart forward, still looking as if she was going to go high, only to then switch gears and go low! Arms lashing out to wrap around Kat's upper thigh and hip before dropping her weight in an attempt pull Katsumi down and into a roll up pin!

[CyanDimitrik]

In fairness to Catrina's bias with trash-talk, she's right on the money with Katsumi. She engages to get a rise out of her opponent, to escalate a situation, to ramp things up! Riling up the crowd, whether they're laughing and on her side, or if they're booing her and urging her opponent to beat her, both are perfectly fine. She just wants that reaction, that response. And the audience? They're laughing a little, but not at her smacktalk. The camera just had to get a nice zoom-in on Katsumi going cross-eyed and mentally blue screening.

That... might be a magazine cover, unfortunately.

But it's time to wrestle and assert dominance. Not by booping Katsumi's snoot! But rather, by Katsumi pinning down the stupid-cute Argentinian! And the first step is weakening her core.

So Katsumi thrusts a knee upwards to crumple her stomach, only for Catrina to lean into it, apparently, and catch her about the thigh. "Gah!" In short order, she's pushed down and rolled up for an initial pin attempt!

The referee drops beside the pair and slaps the mat. "ONE!"

Katsumi firmly kicks out of the pin with a scowl. "Off'a me!"

[Bare]

Starting the match off with a slight mental advantage, though not one she gained intentionally whatsoever, Cat was certainly in a good way as she faced off with Katsumi and moved in with lightning speed. Ducking under the dark haired girl's offense and instead going right for her legs, pulling her down and rolling the more experienced wrestler down into a roll up pin attempt!

Naturally though being so early in the match the pin attempt was not at all effective, and barely kept Katsumi down for a one count before she kicked out, forcing Cat away from the girl, rolling away before popping up to her feet with a grin.

Even if the pinfall was ultimately fruitless in gaining victory, it did at least mean that she was able to force Katsumi into using up some of her energy early on. Watching as the girl got up Cat would flash her a mischievous grin before holding up a finger. "First pin attempt goes to me chica!" She said with a giggle, but competitive drive clearly driving her before got a bit more serious and began circling Katsumi again, this time waiting for her to make the first move.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi grumbled incoherently to herself following the pin attempt, propping up onto a knee. Catalina's sass earns a sour look. "You mean first fail!," she shoots back. Following which, she pokes her lil' tongue out at her.

So there.

The Punk Princess pushes herself up to her full height again and begins circling with the shorter opponent, sizing up her defenses and studying her posture. A couple feints in to tease out her defenses before she lunges in and weaves, attempting to position herself behind her in a tight wristlock; arms hooking the girl's narrow middle, forearms squeezing in on her stomach, hips pressed firmly against her rear, and chest mushed tight behind her shoulders.

[Bare]

Smirking cheekily from the roll up attempt Catalina knew it was a great way to start the match off, but that she would have to keep an eye out, especially knowing that Katsumi would be even more keen to get some payback.

"Hehe good one!"

Though it wouldn't stop her from replying to Kat's jab back at her, taking it more lightly than anything else as the two began circling each other once more, hands going up and batting away Kat's hands away as the girl seemed to be testing her. Soon though the dark haired beauty would change gears, getting behind Cat and getting her in a tight waistlock! "Ngh!" She'd grunt out, gritting her teeth but trying to pull her hips forward, before popping back, trying to knock some air out of Katsumi with a but bump into the girl's gut!