Belly Queen Title Match: Katsumi vs. Kyoko

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Belly Queen Title Match!
Winner must be decided by Pin, Submission, or K.O.
The final move utilized MUST attack the opponent's midsection!

Belly Queen. Queen of the Belly.

Katsumi's hands rest on the counter before her dressing room mirror, back arched and hips bobbing from one side to the other. She's grinning at herself like the cat who ate the canary.

The official title she'd be competing for is tied up in a tournament. She can't push for that yet. But a different title, this "Belly Queen" title, is up for grabs just for the challenging. It may not hold the clout of the Middleweight Champion title, but it's something very shiny to hang from her slender waist. Just having it could draw eyes her way. Who knows what other perks come with it?

The bob of her hips pauses and she straightens her back. She's dressed for the match already; black choker, sleek black wrestling boots, black short shorts, cat-themed belt, and sportsbra-esque wrestling top. Her pink shirt has been left behind for tonight, opting to skip the reveal of her body. Her head tilts faintly to the side, her palm coming to rest on her flat stomach.

Belly Queen. She looks down at herself, then back at the reflection. Why not her? She's taken care of her body - nary a trace of excess weight on her. And where her stomach is concerned, sure, she's encountered some women in the federation with totally ripped sixpacks. But she likes hers. Toned, sleek, smooth - all too often the vehicle of punishment and the finishing blow against an opponent. Landing stomach-first against another girl is a staple for her in the ring, even bearhugs, grinding her feminine abs against her foe's. She's up to the challenge. She's looking forward to it.

It's a little more than that, though. There's something innately appealing about using her core to dominate a foe. The audience eats up the belly-to-belly contact, and if she's being honest with herself, so does she. It feels somehow more assertive, more primal. It's rare for her to feel more alive than when she brings prey down with her trim abs, and keeps the pressure to the final three-count. And to think.. she's going to be doing that to a presumed 'Belly Queen'. The best abs in the business, allegedly.

She can't wait.

She doesn't have to.

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Music hits the stadium...

Red, green, and yellow laser lights begin pumping along the entry ramp in rhythm with the opening baseline. At the first strike of synths, the lasers roll out and flourish.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is for the unofficial Belly Queen Title! Introducing the challenger! Standing at 5'5", and weighing in at 124 lbs., from Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess! KATSUMI! OOOSHIROOO!"

The curtains are thrown back and Katsumi strides out into the open arena with a sashay to her hips and confident smile on her face. Her arms are raised, fingers splayed and body taut, letting herself bathe in the waves of praise and encouragement from the audience. Having foregone the typical pink shirt, the audience is getting a solid, up-close view of her svelte form. And as her arms lower, she draws her left hand coyly along her belly, right up until she reaches the hem of her shorts, ending the theatrics with a quick spin and fist-pump.

"Let's do this!"

The Japanese girl takes off at a sprint down the ramp and leaps, landing neatly on the ring apron. Her body turns, arms resting over the top rope to either side, and she shoots a wink to the audience. Her back arches before her legs kick out, cleanly somersaulting over the rope to land neatly on the mat. From there, she moves back into her corner and awaits the current presiding Belly Queen while the referee-girl inspects her.

[Fairy Dragon]

Spoiler

So now they were just giving her title matches to anyone? Kyoko hadn't even heard of this chick before what made her so special? Granted she was flattered that it seemed she was getting the respect she was owed having the company make a match fitting herself and her title but the fact she wasn't consulted on such thing irked her. She was the champ for a reason and deserved that respect, either way it wouldn't matter, once she crushed this little upstart they might realize sending nobodies to take on the queen wasn't going to get them anywhere. Hell she might use this to show why she should only be fighting the best of the best...at this Katsumi's expense of course.

Coming down to her music Kyoko was all confidence and arrogance per usual. Her smirk was wide and the belt hugged her waist as she strutted down to the ring in her beloved gear looking at her opponent and almost laughing. Did she really think she had a chance? Or did they want her to devour this thing for some slight reason. Who cared she knew that she was going to do that anyway. Entering the ring and handing the ref her belt she didn't even say a word just let her body and her confidence do all the talking for her.

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As Kyoko enters, Katsumi grips the ropes at either side of the corner. Those large, expressive eyes narrow, assessing her. The referee-girl finishes her inspection of her and moves to the 'queen' to take the belt, showcase it briefly, then stow it for safekeeping. In the interim, Katsumi really examines her foe.

She's taller than Katsumi. That's not a shock. But three inches won't make a huge different.

She's.. thicker? No, more defined? That's probably it. Try as she might to undermine Kyoko's confidence by convincing herself she has some glaring, obvious flaw, she can't really find it. And the girl has good abs. But that was a given, wasn't it?

She looks confident. Maybe too confident? Katsumi is often underestimated by opponents - especially in this federation, what with only barely scraping it into the Middleweight Division. That's likely the case here, she figures.

Well, it's time to screw with her. Maybe see if she can get a rise out of her.

Katsumi steps forward, her hands raised in an animated shrug and eyes shut, cockily dismissing Kyoko as a threat. "Belly Queen, huh?," she calls to her soon-to-be opponent. Her eyes open again, deliberately dipping and lingering on Kyoko's abs. "Mmnnhh...," she considers. The dark green gaze flicks back up to Kyoko's face. "I've seen better."

The line is delivered with a sinister sweetness.

The referee signals the bell. *DING!* Katsumi raises her hands, fingers splayed to invite Kyoko for a tie-up grapple to start.

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Kyoko was going to make sure this match was talked about even if she had to paint the arena with the girls body. Still she was going to at least see what this girl was capable..it wasn't enough that it was going to stop her but at least she might get something fun out of this. Though that more or less ended as the girl actually had the audacity to call her own and treat her like she wasn't the best thing she had laid eyes on.

Raising an eyebrow Kyoko waited for the bell to ring before she moved in. Though instead of locking up with her opponent the girl instead simply charged in and went for a clothesline to knock the girl down to the floor.

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Katsumi smiles coyly at Kyoko's reaction. The other woman isn't saying anything, or do any more than raise an eyebrow, but she can tell: it got under her skin. She had a feeling vanity might be a weakness, what with the name of the title and everything. Either vain over her endurance or appearance, it didn't really matter. As long as she keeps alluding to someone else being better, she'll be tapdancing all over this chick's nerves.

It's sweet. Like candy, and just as addicting.

Unfortunately, Kyoko doesn't seem to want to take things slow and open herself up for a surprise attack. She seems to want to do all the surprising. Katsumi's eyes widen and she manages to take a sharp inhale of a gasp before the arm slams into her. Thankfully, with her arms up, the blow is cushioned - but still forceful enough to knock the slender athlete down to the mat. She lands with a grunt and sets her expression before pulling to the side, hoping to stand and gain a little distance from her attacker.

She doesn't wait for Kyoko to try another charge. Instead, she rushes to close the distance with an arm raised, intent on clubbing Kyoko over the head with a fist!

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Slamming into her opponent with a clothesline she quickly went about showing Katsumi that she should really keep her mouth shut from here on out. Though she blocked it knocking her down proved a point on its own as the girl backed up and tried to get to her feet and charged at her. Such a straightforward attack had to be a trick right? Waiting for something else to try and like a feint. Well regardless she wasn't going to take the hit head on.

"You sure about that? Or by better did you mean they took you out in 2 seconds." Kyoko says as she moves her arms to try and block the sudden attack towards her head. Looking to pull Kat in and attempt to kick her away as another show of strength to the girl that she is in the ring with a real opponent.

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Her overhead strike doesn't seem to make any headway, as it were, and Katsumi finds herself pulled in and kick-shoved back for her trouble. She staggers back against the ropes, catching herself with an arm. Those expressive eyes blink a couple times at her opponent, then narrow. "Tch.." It's all she affords vocally at this point. The Punk Princess loves giving sass in the ring, bantering, needling at her opponent, but being an effective provocateur means picking your moments. This is not one of them.

Moving off the ropes, she dashes in again. Boots thump neatly against the canvas as she bears in on her opponent in a direct path, as though about to outright ram her. But the spry punkette cleanly diverts at the last moment, zipping in at Kyoko's right side instead! Her right arm lashes out to catch her across the chest, her right leg set behind Kyoko's legs to block them off, and she attempts to bring her opponent down flat on her back in a sharp, sudden STO!

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Driving the girl back with the kick Katsumi seemed like she was looking to try something else. Not that there was anything that Kyoko thought she could possibly do that could affect her at this point. Kyoko Ready to take her head off with a clothesline as soon as the girl charged in before Katsumi changed things up and ducked under to go for an STO instead.

Sending Kyoko backwards she struck to the floor as landed on the floor. Groaning as she turned to her side ad rubbed the back of her neck as laid there. Trying to sit up as soon as possible.

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Bam. The ring shakes with the impact of Kyoko hitting the mat, and Katsumi finds her smile again. The STO sees the Punk Princess landing on hands and knees, looking down at Kyoko. She knows she can't shoot for an immediate pin here - Kyoko's much too fresh, and she's done exactly nothing to the other girl's midsection. But she can work on wearing her down and making her weaker!

A hand moves to Kyoko's hip to shove her over onto her front, allowing her no time to wallow or roll with the hit. She quickly pounces, aiming to mount her hips over the other girl's lower back, just above her rear. Her hands reach for Kyoko's chin, link together, and begin pulling back to arch her spine into a tight, backwards curve in a classic camel clutch.

"By 'better', I meant me!," Katsumi taunts finally.

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While the STO was able to send her down to the mat Kyoko still wasnt about to stay down be beaten like that, though Kat seemed to be smart enough o know that cause she didnt stop there. As Kyoko tried to stand up she was instead pushed to her side, allowing Katsumi to sit on her back and grab around her face, pulling her up in an effort to try and catch her in a rather annoying camel clutch.

"Nggghh! You think this makes you..better? Please ive dealt with worse when im sparing." Kyoko said as she immediately set about trying to break the hold moving to get her hands up and in motion to either start grabbing at her arms or push towards the ropes as she shook her head, refusing to let her back be stretched out for too long by her inferior opponent.