Match Type: Multi Fall
Rules: Falls must be obtained via pin fall
Victory Conditions: First to achieve 2 pin falls will be the winner
The time had come for Becky to make her second walk to the ring at her new wrestling home. Some of the nerves had gone away, but her stomach was still churning knowing this was an even more intense match that awaited her. A multi fall match against someone who had considerably more experience than her! Experience wasn't the only thing Katsumi had over her either. Most of that experience was on the winning side which Becky herself was certainly not familiar with. However, the time had come and taking a deep breath Becky would make her way to the ring.
Once her music filled the arena, Becky threw on a happy smile to cover her nervous energy and jogged out in front of the crowd. Being only her second appearance, Becky was still happy with the reception. She didn't really care if it was mainly down to her looks or not, she was simply glad she was at least getting some reception! Spoiler
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Becky would slide under the ropes once again giving a few extra waves this time to the crowd as she went to the far corner. Another deep breath, and Becky would turn around and lean back into the corner. Her eyes keenly fixed on the entrance to the ring that Katsumi should appear at any moment now!
Not quite a rookie. Not quite a veteran. This was a match Katsumi could at least appreciate, not being expected to break in a newb' and getting zero glory out of it. In fact, the stipulation of the match is right up her alley - multiple falls are just the way to showcase her ability on some chick. It'll be a highlight reel generator, if she can really capitalize on it!
Katsumi waits in the gorilla position, cropped leather jacket clinging to her upper ribs and shoulders. No sunglasses tonight; those are tucked away into an inner-pocket of the jacket! She spends her time stretching, dropping low to a knee while extending the other leg, then swapping, reaching to touch the gold-capped toes of her boots. But when Becky's music hits, she lifts to her full height to watch.
Slender black eyebrows raise. Oh, this girl's pretty. Richly tanned skin, beautifully bright eyes, spunky two-toned hair, seems about her height, about her weight. Katsumi's goal has sharpened focus - she wants to get on the cover of a magazine pinning this girl. Beast defeating beauty.
"You're on."
Katsumi refocuses!
The arena lights dim low, leaving only a dark sea of glittering phone cameras. Then the strums of an electric guitar fill the air - the first strains of Katsumi's intro music. Cartoonishly feline eyes appear on the titantron, slowly easing back into a moonlit sky, ominous and menacing. Katsumi's name shimmers into view. Her intro video.
Bright viridian and amethyst laser lights dance along the entry ramp and around the stage in beat with the song's preamble. And then the sizzle reel begins, displaying the Punk Princess in full glory.
The girl herself struts out onto the stage where she pauses, hip cocked, fist set against the curve of her waist, and shoulders angled - the whole pose is confident and feminine, arrogantly so, and her gaze marks Becky up ahead in the ring with a predatory sharpness. The corner of her lips quirks upwards in a venomous smirk. Katsumi Oshiro!
"And her opponent!," begins the announcer. "Standing at a height of 5'7", and weighing in at 124 lbs.! From Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess! KATSUMIIII! OOOOSHIIROOOOO!"
The punkette makes her way down the ramp, hips set to sway, with hands raised and palms turned outwards to either side to both acknowledge while simultaneously dismiss the fans washing her in equal parts raucous and enthusiastic cheer, and baleful scorn and condemnation. She's a wildly polarizing figure, and all of that is pure energizing electricity to her.
Upon reaching the ring, she skirts around the apron to alight her way up the steel steps and spin around to place her back against the ropes, facing the audience she'd just passed. Her left fist raises while the right hand slowly cranks beside it in rotations. Slowly, gradually, the cranking produces... a middle finger.
She air-kisses at the roaring crowd. "Muah~"
Back arching over the top rope, her legs kick up to cleanly rotate into the ring. And in a rush, she darts up the turnbuckle adjacent to Becky's position, perching on the middle ropes to throw her arms wide, presenting herself to the crowd with a wide, vicious, but sparkling smile.
At last, she drops down to the mat again and saunters to her corner. On the way, she shrugs her shoulders to shed the jacket, baring her shoulders and back to Becky first. Then, tossing it to the apron just past her corner, she turns to settle back into her corner, her slender, toned physique now more revealed. Gloved hands grip onto the top ropes at either side, wicked smile trained on Becky across from her.
"Ron's not here to save ya, Becky~," she calls over. "You're in my world now."
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Becky's eyes shot to the entrance of the arena as Katsumi's music filled the air allowing the two women to lay eyes on each other for the first time. Between these two, there was certainly a stark difference. The Punk Princess veteran living up to that nickname strutting her way down to the ring with Becky the lovely novice waiting impatiently to get things underway.
Becky had encountered women of a similar persona before, and they all often act in a similar fashion. Becky expected no less here watching Katsumi make her way into the ring and conduct her version of "interacting" with the fans. A simple middle finger for the crowd to rev them up just that little bit more! Katsumi was giving off that same energy that Becky had encountered before. The heel type looking to get under the crowd's skin, but using their hate as fuel to energize their performance in the ring.
Fully gassed up from her entrance, Becky's eyes simply watched as her opponent shed the unnecessary layers presenting her well proportioned figure. "She's in good shape!" It was immediately obvious to Becky this would be a tough opponent to overcome. A winning record, physical prowess, and what seemed to be confidence enough for a whole roster made Katsumi a nightmare opponent!
Becky was only pulled from her thoughts by Katsumi's words piercing through the noise of the crowd. "Ron? Who the hell is Ron?" A confused look turned to indifference as Becky shrugged off the comment. "Let's see those words in action!" Becky readied herself waiting not so patiently for the ref to get things underway!
It cannot be helped. Katsumi is a memelady. Born and raised on the internet and counter-culture, despite her adoptive parents' best efforts to etch her into something socially presentable. But Becky had the proper sense to not outright admit she didn't catch the reference to doofy birds and toads. That would've been an easy mark for her to sink her teeth into.
The encouragement to see what she's made of is met with a wider, perhaps fangier, smile, pleased with the appropriate display of spunkiness in her opponent. She'd had her pegged for that earlier. It's good to see it in action. In her mind, it'll make conquering her in front of everyone so much more gratifying.
The referee stands between the two, ensuring they're both ready. With the two visibly eager to get the match going, she raises an arm, then swings it forward. The bell sounds off to signal the match's start.
*DING*
Katsumi skips forward to stop at the center of the ring, her legs held wide, hands raised and fingers awiggle, as if daring the other girl to meet her head-on. But her focus has sharpened - those vivid green eyes locked onto the brilliant bright blues of her opponent, studying her, keeping light on her feet and body tensed, ready to spring.
Katsumi's energy was infectious, her confidence inspiring, and her beauty captivating! With each moment that passed, Becky became more eager for the bell to finally ring and the match could get underway. Despite the mountain that lay before her in Katsumi, the excitement to get back into action again was palpable!
DING!
Finally! Becky watched as Katsumi, with almost cat like reflexes, skipped forward to the center of the ring before stopping abruptly. The woman inviting Becky forward. Becky was more than happy to meet the invitation, however considerably more cautious. The tanned woman would walk forward with some trepidation, uncertain if Katsumi's invitation was a ploy.
As Becky neared her opponent though, she would begin to raise her hands to meet Katsumi's hoping to lock up with her and see what type of strength lay within that body. If Becky had learned anything from her first match, it was that looks could be deceiving!
Katsumi's head tilts slightly as she sees the hands approaching hers, rather than a traditional lockup. But that seems to be a common thing around here! For whatever reason, people prefer to link hands than get up close and personal. She prefers that tighter contest, herself - going nearly face to face, putting the whole body into it.
But if Becky wants to go palm-to-palm, she's her Huckleberry.
The hands near closer and closer, and no tricks! Katsumi fidgets with her a moment before interlacing her fingers with the other girl's. Palm presses to palm, and Katsumi's stance instantly deepens. Her elbows flare at a lateral stance, putting the full force of her streamlined muscles behind the pushing effort. Her hands tilt gradually, attempting to ply more pressure into the other girl's wrists at a strain, hoping to bend her hands backwards. And if she begins to see results, Katsumi steps in, shifting the left foot forward to start arching Becky's body backwards.
In the meantime, those vivid green eyes are locked onto the other girl's big beautiful blues, the predatory smile not leaving her face.
