Match Type: Normal Match Rules: Victory by submission or pinfall
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Marzia stood at the back of the stage, peeking out around the corner. She gulped, seeing the size of the crowd that was gathered for tonight's show, and her face grew tinged with a faint flush of red. She had wrestled before a crowd before, sure, but this was nothing compared to what she was used to, and the thought of having so many eyes on her made sweat bead on the back of her neck. Instinctively, she moved a hand over her chest; the fact that she was wearing a bikini top and short shorts wasn't helping matters either, even if it did mean she didn't have to worry about anything getting in the way during a match.
Steeling herself, the Italian girl took a breath and bit down on the inside of her cheek, her hands balling into fists at her sides. No, she thought, this would have to do; it was too late for her to turn back now. If this was going to be her debut in the big leagues, she would want to be there for it. It'd prove far more embarrassing to not show up, in the long run. But she would be damned if it didn't feel uncomfortably, awkwardly long waiting for her name to be called.
"And making her LAW debut...from Rome, Italy...MARZIA SERVELLI! Spoiler
Music
That was her cue, she knew. Marzia stepped out onto the entrance ramp as her music started to go off, and as the path to the ring lit up with green and yellow lights for every step she took, for a moment, she felt like she could actually do this. When her real self, for a moment, could disappear behind the flashy lights and visuals, she might actually have a chance. She just needed to remember what she had done to win before. She hadn't gotten this far for nothing.
Coming to the ring, Marzia climbed up onto the apron before scaling the ropes and dropping in at her corner. As the music died down, she looked around again to see the crowds cheering for her. Her face suddenly went red, and she felt the ache at the pit of her stomach. All that confidence seemed to fade as she realized she didn't know what she was supposed to do next.
"Uh...hi?" she said softly. She realized how stupid she sounded saying it not long after, and she could only hope that the crowd was cheering so loudly no one would notice.
Katsumi is standing before her dressing room mirror, turning her hip to assess her appearance in her attire from a different angle. Everything has to be just right, from the pink longsleeved top to the black sportsbra-esque wrestling top worn beneath, black short shorts, feline-themed belt, sleek black wrestling boots, and light coat of pink lip gloss.
Her hip cocks and she winks at the mirror. "Bam." She totally just did that, yes. She's in a terrific mood tonight. She doesn't know a thing about her opponent, but she's ready to electrify the audience and dominate whoever her opponent might be! Of course, it can't be too quick a pin! The audience paid for a show, and she still has to showcase what she can do!
A girlish, excited giggle escapes her lips before she can catch it, her fingers quickly setting over her mouth. Being where she is, knowing that each performance makes her more of a staple in a real, legitimate, growing national wrestling federation fills her with a certain level of giddiness that she has a hard time suppressing when alone.
There's a knock on the dressing room door, and she takes a sudden inhale. "C-coming!," she calls, taken off guard. Right. Game time. Game face. She looks back at the mirror and takes a deep, deep breath, her chest puffing out. As she exhales, she presents her near-trademarked confident smirk. "Let's do this."
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Her opponent's intro is... different. Very different. Behind the curtain, her hands prop to her hips and she tilts her head. She'd love to get a look at this girl, but she's minding her place for the moment. The Hell kind of intro music is that? Folk music? She definitely doesn't speak the language it's in. Where did the announcer say she's from? Italy? Whatever is going on out there, the audience seems to be eating it up. God, the curiosity is killing her!
The Punk Princess gives her head a quick shake, retraining her thoughts. Whoever it is, it's someone she's gonna have to put on her back. She'll find out her details soon enough. The first thing she needs to concern herself with is her introduction. She begins bobbing on her boots, her head bowed, zeroed in... Her music begins...
The ominous rave siren at the beginning signals a plume of fog to billow over the entrance curtain. As soon as the synths of her music selection kick in, a series of green, purple, and red laser lights come to life along the borders of the ramp, pulsing in rhythm with her music.
"And her opponent! From Osaka, Japan! KATSUMI! OOOOSHIROOOO!"
The young grappler throws the curtains back and steps through the wall of fog into view, right fist held high, heralding the cheer of the audience. Perhaps unlike her opponent, her expression is nothing but confident and predatory, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Dark green eyes set on her opponent in the ring, and she lowers her raised fist to chest-height. Her other fist joins, and they pull apart, pantomiming breaking Marzia in half.
And she's off! Katsumi leads a spirited, albeit feminine trot down the ramp. As she nears the ring, her hands move to the bottom hem of her pink shirt to pull up and over her head, exposing her slender, toned waist to the arena's open air.
The shirt is cast onto the ring's outer corner before she springs up onto the ring apron herself. Katsumi turns around to face the audience, her arms draped over the top rope with her back arched, upper-body taut on display. She shoots them a wink before suddenly somersaulting backwards over the top rope to land neatly in the ring and moving back into her corner to be inspected by the referee-girl.
Whilst she's being checked out, her eyes never leave Marzia. That confident smirk has blossomed into a full predatory smile.
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As she watched from the ring to take in Katsumi's entrance, and how much more involved it had been, Marzia couldn't help but get more anxiety about what she was getting into. She realised how much simpler by comparison her own entrance had been, and she hoped to god that it didn't make her look bad. Now the whole stadium was probably thinking about how lackluster she looked. The girl timidly stepped back towards the ropes, her fingers coiling around them as she tried to brace herself and use the extra stability to keep her legs from shaking too much, hoping that the spectators - let alone this new competitor - wouldn't notice.
Certainly, she thought, Katsumi looked like she knew what she was doing - which was more than Marzia could say about herself. And the last thing she needed right now was to have her opponent see her weaknesses, lest she would come up with a way to turn them against her before the fight even began. No, she thought, she had to be better than this if she wanted to stand a chance.
Gritting her teeth, and her face contorting as she pushed herself off the rope to get to her feet, Marzia forced her way over to meet Katsumi in the center of the ring. She glared up at her to meet her in the eye, hoping she would be able to do at least a decent job of looking intimidating. She didn't say anything. Mostly because no words came to her that would be right for this moment. All she could do was push on with reminding herself in her head that she could do this, that she had to.
DING DING DING
That was the bell, and it was on. Thinking quickly, Marzia got back and put up her fists, assuming a quick stance and standing rigid in front of Katsumi, her eyes narrowed at her. Her chest rose and fell softly with her measured breaths, but she wasn't making any sudden moves. She wanted to make sure she would look intimidating enough to show Katsumi she wasn't just messing around, and in case her opponent had anything lined up, Marzia wanted to be ready.
As the referee finished up checking out Katsumi, the Punk Princess finally breaks her eyes from her new opponent to look to the side at the audience. Her right hand motions towards her with a raised eyebrow, as if taking part in shared skepticism regarding her new opponent. It's a demeaning, voiceless jab in Marzia's direction - extremely tame of Katsumi insofar! But her mind is already working, that dangerous gaze sliding back to her foe.
The girl's a bit on the curvy side. She's not as tall as Katsumi, though, which marks a first for this federation. Still, these are things she can use. These are things she will use.
With the inspection concluded, the slender diva makes her way to the center of the ring with a confident sashay of her hips. She locks eyes with Marzia, studying her. She looks ready, but is she really? The corner of her lips quirk upwards, showing off a sharp little canine. Nope. Marzia isn't ready.
The bell sounds off, and she's immediately set in motion. She doesn't close in off the bat, but her stance widens, upper-body hunched forward and arms lifted, fingers splayed. She prowls around the other girl, sizing her up, building anticipation in the audience. She closes in quickly, attempting to lock up with the other girl, her hands going for her collar and shoulder. Immediately leaning into her, lithe muscletone flexed as she attempts to immediately overpower her and force her back into a corner of the ring.
The silence that lasted between the two girls grew long - and in Marzia's mind, it felt longer than it really was. The more it dragged on, the more uncomfortable it became, and she was waiting on her opponent to crack so that this match could get on with. Especially as Katsumi gestured to Marzia, making an example out of her practically. Her hands balled into tight fists at her side, trembling. As soon as things got underway, she would be ready to strike. No, she thought. That wouldn't get her anywhere, she had to actually think about what she'd do...
Her concentration was broken, however, by that smirk, which sent her reeling back, her eyes going wide and a gasp escaping her lips. Marzia knew exactly what that look meant. It meant that Katsumi wasn't taking her seriously, not even a little intimidated. This was bad. The Italian bit her lip, trying her best to keep herself calm in a way that wouldn't be too obvious. If it was successful or not, she couldn't tell, but at least she tried. She couldn't look too weak in front of the crowd - and most certainly not in front of this girl.
Suddenly, it was on, with Katsumi rushing forward to lock up with her. Marzia jumped a bit, but she knew well enough that she couldn't dare just let this happen. Thinking as quickly as she could, she got into a stance to match and shoved back at Katsumi, throwing her weight forward as she pressed her feet against the mat to keep herself braced. Katsumi wanted to pin her in, but Marzia wasn't about to let her get that.
The resistance doesn't come as a complete surprise. Katsumi has to assume her opponent has at least been trained, and she's not so short in comparison that she can just expect to bully her around freely. Besides, some resistance keeps things interesting. She presses in as the pressure grows, looking to make headway with her curvy opponent. She has other options, other tactics she could use, but this is the first opponent in LAW she's faced who doesn't meet her height. She wants to take as much advantage of that as possible. She wants the audience to see her overpower an opponent, to emerge as a dominant force.
Using her modest height advantage to as much benefit as she can, Katsumi presses in closer to Marzia. Her brow comes to press into her Italian foe's, breasts pushing together. The streamlined muscle along her belly and arms flexing as she attempts to push down, trying to pressure Marzia into a lower, compromised position.
Still no words are shared, her full focus on the exchange. Her eyes burn on Marzia's, the effort of the contest enough to draw a low, sustained growl from her lips. "Gonna.. give you.. a proper welcome..!," she mutters to her opponent, voice a little strained. Never mind that Katsumi's still a newer face to this particular federation, herself!
As Katsumi leaned in against Marzia, the height advantage the Japanese wrestler had on her could be felt, as she found her opponent weighing her against the mat. She could feel her heels digging harder into the ground beneath her, and she too had to clench her teeth to stay concentrated, her face growing red from the strain. But she wouldn't let herself be moved too much. After all, if Katsumi had the edge in height, Marzia had the weight.
She could feel their heads and chests pushing together, and the warmth radiating between them would almost make Marzia blush if she wasn't so focused right now. Gripping tightly onto whatever holds she had over Katsumi, she pushed back just as hard, trying to keep her from holding her back too much. Basic, but safe. This early on in the match, she couldn't afford to gamble on anything too risky.
With the grapple between them, the way their bodies strained against each other, it would seem more befitting a pair of heavyweights. But Katsumi and Marzia are presenting no less a gladiatorial image for the audience, itching to see which one comes out on top, or who takes the upper-hand.
"Hnnh..!," Katsumi grunts, her eyes narrowing. The more she leans into her foe, similarly uncaring about the potential sensuality of the grapple, the less she can keep her eyes on her. Eventually, their forms are pressed together a little more, breasts mashed together and cheek to cheek. Indeed, Marzia has a lead in weight and stability in this way, and in the end, she's making no further headway. Between the two of them, they seem stuck at a tight, close-quarters stalemate.
Katsumi isn't content to see which one of them runs out of stamina first. She suddenly abandons the grapple, ducking her slender body low to slip Marzia's grasp and weave in behind her back. Her right arm attempts to hook around her opponent's belly, left arm between her legs to hook her right thigh. Pushing up with her legs and pulling with her arms, she attempts to heft the girl into the air and drop back with her to deliver a hard belly-to-back suplex on the mat!
Marzia could feel that she was gaining the edge on the lockup, and it encouraged her - if she could do this, she thought to herself, then maybe she stood a chance. It felt relieving to her, though she wasn't about to take a moment to rest on that. She could tell that Katsumi wasn't anyone to underestimate; as soon as she took her eyes off her, she was doubtless going to hit her hard. Marzia wasn't going to let that happen.
Unfortunately for her, it looked like Katsumi wasn't going to give her much choice in that matter, as she rolled behind her and swiftly scooped the girl up. Marzia let out a yelp of surprise as she moved too fast for her to keep up with, getting her throw in place and sending Marzia crashing backward, rolling so that she was face-down on the mat. She had to take a moment to catch her breath, but she was still smart enough to know this wasn't any position she wanted to be in. Glancing upwards to gauge Katsumi's position and try and guess what she would do next, Marzia went to roll herself away to get lined up for her next move.
Following through fully with the slam sees Katsumi landing on her back. But she's instantly in motion, curling back onto her shoulders. In a crisp, smooth single motion, her long legs thrust out and she kips up to land gracefully on her boots. With a bright, radiant smile on her face, her right fist thrusts into the air. "Yeah!" She may not have overpowered Marzia, but scoring the first hit after a hard struggle was an exhilarating feeling, and the audience shouts their approval.
Katsumi's head turns, once again meeting Marzia's gaze. And once again, the corner of her lips quirks up into a predatory smirk, showing off a fangy little canine. Marzia begins rolling away, and Katsumi stalks after her briskly. "Oh no you don't! We're a long way from done!"
Once she closes in with her, she attempts to catch her off-guard with a sudden hop, overturning her slender body and jutting out her elbow! Her body tilts to favor her upper-half, her weight backing the elbow aimed to crash either against Marzia's lower back or belly, depending on whatever way she's lying!
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