Pinfall Finish Only
10-Second Pinfall to Win
What a weird stipulation. Katsumi's mot dumb, though. She knows why they set it up this way. Two girls, both likely wearing something skimpy, lying on top of each other in a sweaty heap for an extended amount of time? They weren't fooling anyone. This would be a match ending in fanservice.
Well, in truth, Katsumi doesn't mind that. Heck, she even plays into it a lot of the time. She has her limits, but letting the audience revel in her slender form physically dominating another girl? Yeah, she's cool with it. Besides, there's the internet. It has pictures of her. Not lewd pictures, but some of her in swimsuits and all. Pervs are gonna perv. Let'em.
As long as she keeps that boundary in place, it's all good.
In fact, she prefers this stipulation for that reason. It let's her indulge in the power dynamic a little extra long. Granted, she has no clue who her opponent is, but it doesn't really matter. As long as she doesn't look gross, the audience will have plenty to enjoy, and Katsumi will have another victory under her belt.
Her music hits - a danceable techno throb quite familiar to those who favor retro gaming. Laserlights begin firing off along either side of the entry ramp, a neon green in color. Her sizzle reel cooks off on the titan tron above.
"Making her way to the ring! At a height of 5'5", and weighing in at 124 lbs.! The Punk Princess! KATSUMI! OOOSHIROOO!"
The punkette steps out onto the ramp and immediately into an energetic spin, right fist raised. The crowd's reaction to her, thanks to matches of late, has been warming up. She's no longer quite the horrible little monster she was; more fun, more impish. And the ease in her demeanor is seen in the smile with which she greets the audience.
Though she's still far from slapping highfives on her way to the ring, she does point to a couple people with a smirk, acknowledging them.
When she reaches to about the halfway point, she takes the lower hem of her pink shirt and tugs it upwards, peeling the garment from her body before tossing it aside onto the comms table. Now left only in her wrestling gear, consisting of black boots, black wrestling trunks looped with a belt and centered with a silver flat-head buckle, her sleekly trim midsection left bare, with a black choker.
Katsumi
At last, she settles into her corner. Hands grip the top ropes to either side, and her bright green eyes are affixed to the entrance she expects her opponent to come through.