The winner of this match will be decided when a competitor gains two victories over their opponent in the form of a pinfall or submission.
The daredevil had experienced both tremendous victories and embarrassing losses so far in her LAW career, yet she knew that she had a long way to go and would certainly both rise to greater heights and be plunged to darker depths. While she did some quick stretches Tamago had winning first and foremost on her mind, like usual she would likely take a few risks that may suggest otherwise, but despite her thrill seeking tendencies the purple haired wrestler would ensure her spirit and strengths make up for any ill decisions she makes during the action.
Tamago was wearing tight red shorts which almost seemed to stick to her curves, some of the daredevil's ample behind escaping their confines to give the crowd a teasing sight of both butt cheeks. Meanwhile her patterned bra more successfully contained the daredevil's more modest chest, although of course her cleavage would still be visible, even if that seemed to be a more controlled decision than what was happening with her lower half. Then to complete her outfit the daredevil had donned some navy blue trainers while one leg was very thinly protected by purple tights.
In the ring
Before long the daredevil could tell that her appearance was coming up, as she could scarcely hear a voice announcing and would have the rising noises of the crowd as they got ready to witness a match up. Tamago would make sure to glue her eyes to the staff member who was prepared to signal her to walk out, and almost instantaneously the staff member made a hand gesture and the daredevil swept the curtains out of the way with her hands as she transitioned from the enterence to the ramp to the structure itself, holding her arm up high as she got a few cheers from fans, seemingly having garnered a decent fan base, which wasn't too surprising considering her daredevil attitude and slight affinity for using her attention grabbing rear for offence.
Making her way down to the ring quickly Tamago wouldn't ignore the fans but would rather stay focused on the ring, occasionally flashing a glance at the crowd members before she finally reached the ring and pulled herself up onto the apron. The daredevil quickly entering the ring fully and heading to her corner to crouch down in it and stretch out her legs. Tamago sternly glaring at the ramp as she waited for her opponent to join her in the ring.
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Another two-out-of-three falls match, but this one has an interesting spin. The other girl she's wrestling is like her in a number of ways. First and most obvious - her family name is Oshiro. They might be legally related in some way or another. Wouldn't that be a kick for her adopted parents? The affluent, well-to-do Oshiros who absolutely detested professional wrestling, who desperately wanted to curb Katsumi's enthusiasm for it, and squash any and all hopes of ever becoming a wrestler, herself. Second, she seems to be a risk-taker, herself. In fact, she's even billed as the "Daredevil", so that's interesting. Third, she seems to be a bit of a punk, too.
Crap, maybe they are somehow related.
Katsumi peers at herself in the dressing room mirror, pink-glossed lips pursed as she inspects herself. Everything is in order; sleek black wrestling boots, black short shorts, cat-themed belt, black sportsbra-esque wrestling top, pink long-sleeved shirt, and black collar, all present and accounted for. Her hands lift to indulgently fluff at her punkishly-choppy blueblack hair, feigning last minute preening. She's in a pretty good mood for this match. It should be fun. And she might get to play on the family name angle. She isn't sure which way to go with it, but she has a way of working these things out in the ring.
Her opponent was the first to enter the arena, Katsumi bobbing energetically on the balls of her feet as she waits. The crowd seems a little on the mellow side tonight. She doesn't know what that's about, but if they're not roaringly in support of Tamago, she may have a chance to win some fans. That just makes things more exciting. And if they have a good match, this Tamago chick could walk away with a few more, herself. ..Well, limp away maybe. She may be excited to meet her, but she still wants to win. Needs to win. Katsumi's music begins...
Tonight's musical selection is a slow, dramatic boil with an underlying urgency - a solid beat with a clear, techno melody. In truth, one of Katsumi's favorites. In more truth, she might be hoping Tamago likes it. Blue and purple lasers begin flashing in rhythm with the beat, interspersed along either side of the entry ramp.
"And her opponent! From Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess! KATSUMI! OOOSHIROOO!"
The curtains part, and Katsumi emerges to stop at the top of the ramp. Her hip cocks, a fist propping against it, and she shoots a devilishly-confident smirk to the ring and her opponent. The audience receives her in a mixed array of cheer and boos, some thrilled by her devil-may-care punk attitude, some finding her behavior completely unacceptable. Her head and hip bob with the rhythm of the music for a moment longer before moving forward. Hands raise, palms outwards to either side to acknowledge the audience flanking her. As she nears the ring, she takes hold of the hem of her shirt to draw the garment up and over her head, baring her trim midsection to the open air and audience.
Katsumi
The garment is tossed to the corner of the ring, and she springs up onto the apron. With a smooth turn, she faces out to the audience, her arms hooking the top rope to either side behind her. She shoots the audience a wink and her back arches, emphasizing her sleek body and modest curves, before backrolling over the rope to land neatly upon her boots. From there, she moves back into her corner to be inspected by the referee-girl.
Normally, this is where Katsumi would stare down her opponent with that confident, predatory smirk. And though it's there, she calls, "Dig the style," out to her. Tamago's pretty. She likes her outfit. Her hair's cool, too. All that's left to be seen is what kind of personality she has.
Tamago being someone who very much appreciated personas and especially so in the wrestling world was fairly entertained by the rave that formed at the top of the ramp upon her punkette foe emerging from backstage. While the music wasn't quite her type she very much could admire the effort and planning that likely went into making this entrance consistent to the punk style.
The other Oshiro with just a few more modest theatrics on her path to the ring and on the apron would finally join the daredevil in the squared circle. Then the ref would inspect the woman as she settled in the corner. Katsumi directing a curious smirk in the daredevil's direction and then words which were surprising coming from what could be described as a hyena's snarl.
" Thanks. You too. I'll almost feel bad sending you back there with a loss after that spectacle of an entrance. " Tamago would respond, as the ref came over to inspect her. Before the official then called for the bell to be rang, prompting Tamago to lunge forward towards the middle of the ring in a sudden charge, although she would just as suddenly slow her pace as she held her arms out in front if her chest and tried to inch forward slowly, having limited her opponent's movements if successful.
The daredevil would then try to continue inching forward to trap her opponent in the corner, ready to lunge towards either side if Katsumi opted to rush to the sides. Tamago also being ready to engage in an outright brawl if Katsumi charged directly towards her, which while unlikely wasn't something Tamago would disregard as a possibility as she herself would probably do that.
Spicy personality confirmed. But it came with kind of a compliment! Maybe it was just a polite reciprocal. Katsumi couldn't be completely sure, but her mind was already taking it and running with it. Of course, a comment like that demands a response in kind - but after she gets a feel for her. The bell has already rung, and though Katsumi's used to commanding the pace of the match with a confident opening stride, Tamago has rushed in to limit her options.
"Tch.."
Light on her feet, the Punk Princess quicksteps to the side to get out of the corner, but finds herself all but mirrored by her opponent. Her opponent who continues to close in, steadily shutting off more and more options. So she slips forward to meet her, hands raised as if to lock up with the other girl. But it's a feint. Relying on Tamago meeting her challenge and continuing forward, Katsumi suddenly drops to the mat with her legs scissoring out, hoping to catch the other Oshiro off-guard and trip her forward. From this position, she'd likely land with her neck and chest against the ropes. That's the idea, anyway!
Should she manage to hang her up in the cables, Tamago may find additional weight suddenly bearing against her, compressing her into the ropes as Katsumi mounts the girl's back, grips the top rope, and grinds in.
Tamago as she stood out of the corner would notice Katsumi do the same, although the daredevil had at least gained some distance with her initial lunge out of the corner. Although as the daredevil closed in on her opponent that didn't seem to be much of a factor, as the smaller athlete was impressively nimble.
Dropping to the mat Katsumi quickly latched her legs around the daredevil's to send the bigger woman down for a tumble, although rather than meeting mat Tamago would land pretty much on the second rope, grasping it with her hands.
Before Tamago could act though Katsumi would close in on the daredevil, pressing her lower body forward to force Tamago down into the ropes. Rather than doing so with a knee or even the side of her hips though the punkette princess opted to instead do so with her royal chasity, crotch grinding into Tamago shoulders and neck. Causing the daredevil to blush slightly as she felt her opponent's crotch against her, luckily not quite humping her skull although it was fairly close.
" Ugghhh...Get off..." Tamago would grumble as the front of her shoulders and breasts were being pressed harshly into the ropes, leaving a stinging sensation behind.
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The crowd certainly enjoys the somewhat sensual mount and press, and Katsumi is fine with indulging them to a degree. But she hadn't really thought about it beyond that and the tactical advantage of leveraging as much of her weight against Tamago as she could, as quickly as she could. Thankfully she isn't privy to the blush on her opponent's face as she arches her back and presses harder, pulling on the top rope.
"You didn't say please~," she taunts.
And she won't have to! The referee-girl comes to the rescue, demanding Katsumi release the poor girl at once!
"One! Two!"
Katsumi arches tighter, trying to grind Tamago in as much as she can for those final bare seconds.
"Three! I'm warning you! Four!"
Katsumi suddenly releases the hold and steps back, hands raised and fingers splayed. She gives the referee her widest-eyed look and sweetest smile. Katsumi-chan dindunuffin.
Tamago would be grinder into the ropes for just a while longer as her foe let her know that she was going to have to be nicer with her request. Of course the daredevil would opt to just bare the pain instead of stopping so low, but it seemed she wouldn't need to do either as the ref girl recognised the illegal hold and gave Katsumi a count.
Although in the last couple of seconds Tamago would let out a low groan as her body was really forced into the ropes, her eyes squinting in pain from the rope burn until her foe finally got off her. Being left on her own as her opponent dealt with the ref Tamago would pant slightly before she got her breathing back to normal.
Sneaking up to her feet slowly Tamago would try to approach her opponent from behind, before suddenly wrapping her arms around the woman's stomach and joining her hands together to tightly press them into Katsumi's skin. Then if given the chance Tamago would try to squeeze her opponent from behind, as she tried to decide if she'd be better of continuing her squeeze or going with a suplex.
" You may want to consider keeping an eye on your opponent. " Tamago would advice, while trying to keep the other wrestler within her grasp.
Suddenly, a pair of arms encircles Katsumi's midsection, digging in. And all in an instant, she realizes Tamago's not where she left her. The squeeze tightens! "Hff..!" Her hands instantly set to Tamago's arms to try and pry them loose. She can feel Tamago's chest pressing behind her shoulders, Katsumi's body instinctively trying to curl inwards to alleviate some of the pressure in her toned midriff, her rear pushed back against Tamago's hips.
"Some people.. don't have the decency.. to stay put..!," she retorts, head turning to look over her shoulder at her captor.
The daredevil tended to pursue her opponent to the ends of the earth even as her injuries racked up and that proved to be the case especially so early in the match where the impact of each strike, submission and strike were significantly dampened.
Tamago wasn't the sneakiest wrestler around, but she didn't have too be as Katsumi was currently distracted by her greatest rival; the ref. Tangling her arms around the smaller woman from behind Tamago would squish her front into her back as she squeezed. While the grappled party folded inwards slightly.
" And some people don't have the decency to take what they dish out. Stop wriggling. " Tamago would respond, before deciding that the hold itself wasn't very effective. The daredevil opting to boost her opponent upwards and then let gravity do the rest by falling backwards, before releasing her opponent, slamming her foe's shoulders and head into the canvas if successful in her attack, nailing Katsumi with a snap German suplex.
Referees and Katsumi have a love-hate relationship. Katsumi hates referees getting in the way, forcing her to release holds, taking away her folding chairs. Katsumi loves referees letting her out of submission holds when she gets to the ropes, and not counting pins against her faster. But in truth, it may be more in the love department - she loves screwing with them, just as she loves screwing with everyone she wrestles.
A light cry of protest escapes the Punk Princess as she's hefted into the air and slammed down against her head, neck, and shoulders. The impact is a rattling one, bouncing the young grappler over once before ending facedown. Determined to create as little opening as possible, she plants her palms to the mat and pushes herself up to hands and knees. Her head is given a shake, trying to clear the haze of the impact. If left alone long enough, she'll get back to her feet and defensively lift her hands - but odds are Tamago isn't the sort to keep her distance.
