Standard Rules
Winner is decided by one fall via pin, submission, or knockout!
LAW uses weight divisions. This is a completely new concept to Katsumi, who for four years had wrestled only in the women's and mixed division. She never liked the latter, but never was there mention of weight classes. Wrestlers were either good or they weren't - size need not apply. Granted, physics were still a thing, but there never felt like there were barriers.
Here, there seems to be barriers. Katsumi has found herself just barely smidging her way into LAW's Middleweight Division by four pounds, and has henceforth found herself paired exclusively with girls who are in some way or another bigger than her. She faced only one so far who isn't taller than her, but clearly weighed more than her. Granted, the fact that she'd go up against wrestlers who are bigger than her without blinking an eye has been impressive to the audience.
Tonight, though, the management has decided to do something a little different. Katsumi is close enough to the division lines in her weight that they decided pitting her against a lightweight could be an interesting matchup. Katsumi shrugged at first, considering it no different than any other match. She'd take on anyone. But as she thought more on it, she realized this could be a rare opportunity to really push her image and reveal herself to be more than skilled and talented - a real force of nature. But to do that, she needs to make a little stipulation that could backfire on herself horribly.
Katsumi examines herself in her dressing room mirror, hands propped at her hips, and said hips cocked to the side. Everything looks to be in place, ready to go. She's already dressed in her wrestling gear, which subtly masquerades as typical punky clothes. A pink shirt hugs her torso, and beneath that, a black sportsbra-esque wrestling top. A pair of black short shorts are worn on her hips, looped with a feline-themed belt. A pair of sleek black wrestling boots are worn as well, and a black choker makes the final piece of this ensemble. Her lips purse, and she makes a playful, "Muah," kissy-sound at her reflection. God, she loves her job.
Tonight, she'd be the first wrestler to enter the ring. That makes a first for her since joining this federation. She waits behind the curtain, microphone clutched in her right hand. She'd picked yet another new theme, one that she'd hoped would be appropriately bombastic and menacing while at the same time giving a nod to her nerdy gamer hobby.
The music kicks on...
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Our following contest is a cross-division event, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! From Osaka, Japan! KATSUMI! OOOOSHIIIIROOO!"
The Punk Princess pushes through the curtains, smiling wickedly at the ring. It's unoccupied, save for the announcer, and she doesn't give a crap about that person. No, she's just pushing an aloof appearance. Her hands lift to either side, bobbing and curling the fingers to encourage more and more praise and cheer from the audience bordering her. Satisfied with the amount of riotous clamor, some cheers in hopes of attitude and brutality, some boos against that very thing, she makes her way down the ramp. Her hands dip to either side, gripping onto the lower hem of her pink top. While approaching the ring and balancing a microphone, she dexterously pulls the shirt up and over her head, internally shivering a little at the open air hitting her slender midriff.
The shirt is tossed aside onto the outer corner of the ring before she hops up onto the ring apron. She turns around to face the audience, her arms resting along the top rope to keep her svelte body taut, and shoots them a wink. Her back arches, and she neatly somersaults up and over the rope to alight gracefully on the ring's mat.
The microphone is raised, and she waves a hand to fade the music. "Hey, guys! Who here wants to see me destroy some poor little lightweight?!," she asks, that wicked smile never leaving her lips. She turns the microphone out to the audience, amplifying their mixed reception of a roar. "Well, let's see'er! Don't be shy! Bring that bitch out here!"
She has no idea who her opponent is, but it makes no difference. Whomever it happened to be, she'd get the same level of sass.
