Win by Pin, Submission, or KO
The arena blackens out but for the sparkle of cameraflash among the audience. The titantron comes alive with only a simple message:
Earlier this evening...
The scene plays out on the screen.
Suddenly, synth music begins pumping in the speakers, and orange and green laserlights fire off to the beat lining either side of the entrance ramp.
The music!
"Tonight's rematch is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! At 5'5", weighing in at 124 lbs.! From Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess! Katsumi! OOOOSHIROOOO!"
In perfect timing with the music finishing its introduction (as well as the announcer finishing hers), a pair of bright red pyros fire off at either side of the entrance! Katsumi steps out into the open and raises her arms in the air, ushering in a shocking amount of cheer and praise. Though it's not the reaction the girl is used to, she purses her lips in an affectedly cocky look and just nods - business as usual, don'cha know. From black boots to matching short-shorts, cat-themed belt, and pink t-shirt, she's dressed and ready to go.
With a perky skip to her step, she turns her palms out to the audience in a lazy and arrogant sort of acknowledgment of their praise. But they continue to shower it. It's not only secretly a thrill to her, but it's still making her reel a bit. They must hate Navi. But after everything that's happened? Katsumi can't blame them. She'd hate her and her stupid abs and her dumb blonde hair, too.
Upon reaching the edge of the ring, Katsumi whirls around to face the crowd and grabs the lower hem of her shirt. She draws it up over her head, exposing her sleek midsection to the open air and revealing the black sportsbra-esque top beneath; the final ingredient in her wrestling gear.
Katsumi
She tosses it aside onto the corner of the ring, and pantomimes a kiss out at the crowd before turning to hop onto the ring apron. Turning again, she arches her back over the top rope and rolls over it, boots landing neatly inside the ring and stepping backwards to its center. Her hands wave, ushering in more praise with a wicked smile playing on her face.
Oh, she's up to something. But everything seems so normal insofar. Yet soon, she's bringing a finger to her lips and bending forward, urging the audience into silence. The music fades out and the roar begins to die down, and her smile spreads to true cheshire levels. Her hand moves from her lips to cup her ear, encouraging the audience now to listen...
