Standard match
Win by pinfall, submission, knockout, or DQ
“LLLLadies and Gentleman,” boomed the announcer, “this is a match scheduled for one fall. Weighing in at ‘tell anyone my weight and I’ll kill you’, the Persian princess, Yalina Saleh!”
Spoiler
As Arabian nights played from the loudspeakers, Yalina strutted her way down the ramp towards the ring, as if she was a model walking the catwalk. She moved in her tall open-toed heels as if she’d been born in them, her silk halter top ending just high enough to show off perfectly toned abs, and her swishing gracefully around her pantyhosed legs as she glided towards the ring.
Yalina took it all in - the lights, the pyro, and the fans. They were all here to see her, of course, who else? These pathetic losers, she thought, let them have just one glimpse of total perfection in their lives.
She grasped the lowest rope of the apron like a lover, and pulled herself onto the apron, slowly and seductively climbing into the ring with one nyloned leg over the lower rope, giving the crowd a nice show.
Once in the ring, Yalina fixed the cute, young ref with her most condescending, intimidating stare, hoping to gain any advantage. Yalina wondered who would have the privilege to be dominated by her tonight.
For once, Katsumi didn't investigate her opponent too deeply before this evening. She found pictures, though. Those pictures were rather surprising. She definitely played up her heritage, it looked like. She could dig it. That's theatric, and she absolutely had the look for it. It'll be interesting to see in person. It also gives her an idea of how to do her entrance immediately.
Behind the curtain, Katsumi is more than ready to go. She's did her last minute checkup, and everything is in place. Sleek black wrestling boots, black short shorts to show off long, smooth legs, black sportsbra-esque wrestling top, pink long-sleeved shirt worn overtop, and pink lipgloss to finish. She snickers a little at the announcer who's 'not allowed' to give Yalina's weight. 'Must be fatter than she looked on the pictures,' runs through the punkette's mind, earning a wry grin. That could be something useful. She doesn't steal a peek this time, instead waiting patiently for the other girl's intro to come to an end. As it seems to wind down, Katsumi realizes something.
Persian Princess? Punk Princess? Aw, the bookers dropped the ball on this one. There are two very different princesses in the ring tonight - one sharp-tongued and edgy, the other presumably delicate and sweet. Could've been huge!
Katsumi had chosen a slow, smooth, jazzy jam tonight. She likes those just fine, but it was more out of necessity than her usual goal of pumping an audience with a sick dance beat. Still, the audience seems to enjoy the ever-changing musical entrances of the young grappler - and though the beat isn't as fast-paced or pumping as her usual fare, it's a solid groove. And her gaming nerd demographic will always appreciate it. Her music kicks on...
This time, a pair of spotlights begin roaming over the audience as the music begins. The entrance she'll be using begins to glow along its rim with flowing neon lights.
"And her opponent!," begins the announcer. "Standing at 5'5", weighing in at 124 lbs.! From Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess! Katsumi! Ooooshirooo!"
The spotlights come together at the top of the ramp, and the aforementioned Punk Princess emerges from the neon-glowing entrance to rising applause, arms raised, eyes shut, and smiling appreciatively, but confidently. The girl's eyes open to half-mast, and her arms lower to take hold of the bottom hem of her shirt. The garment is pulled up and over her head, baring her trim midsection to the open air. Katsumi
She typically removes the shirt as she approaches the ring, but she needs her stomach bare for what she has in mind. Her shirt is tossed back through the glowing entrance, and she's all set. Her hips begin swaying in rhythm with the music and her arms lift, wrists close together and palms out. The girl begins a smooth bellydance, Though it certainly accents her somewhat modest curves, slim body, and toned midsection, the actual finesse of the dance itself is nothing to write home about. It's a passable result. Nevermind the amount of practice Katsumi put into it before the show tonight! She's not a naturally gifted dancer, and this took genuine effort. But given the roar of the audience - particularly the male portion - one might never have guessed.
Katsumi's body undulates in a clean rotation, drawing attention more to her pert rear. However, when she's turned to face the ring again, she's tugging her lower eyelid and sticking out her tongue at Yalina! Katsumi doesn't expect this to rock her opponent to her core or anything, and in all honesty, the whole display was meant more for the entertainment of the audience than her. They've come to expect fun, plucky disrespect from the Punk Princess by now, and she's happy to deliver.
At last, she begins her way down to the ring at a jaunty, perky trot, the spotlights following her along the way. Her hands raise, palms out to either side to acknowledge the audience flanking her while her near-trademarked devilishly confident smile plays on her lips. When she hits the edge of the ring, she nimbly hops up onto the apron and whirls around to face them. Her back arches against the ropes, and she cleanly somersaults over to land neatly on her boots again. She scurries up the nearest turnbuckle, perching on the second ropes to raise her arms to the crowd. With a wink, she drops with a spin to rest her back into the corner and allow the referee-girl to check her for weapons.
Now that all is settled, her dark green gaze is glued to her opponent. She looks a little older than her, but she's frigging gorgeous. She's also taller than she'd expected, but far from anything unmanageable. What's more, she doesn't look fat at all! So there goes that angle. Oh well! Her eyes fix on her opponent's, that confident smile taking on a wicked, predatory note.
"Hope you didn't make plans after this!," she calls across the ring. "You're not gonna be able to move by the time I'm done with ya!"
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Yalina could scarcely believe it when she saw the childish-looking Katsumi enter the arena. Really? She was supposed to wrestle this child? And this was supposed to be a challenge? Yalina almost laughed. And then Katsumi tossed her shirt into the crowd, and began dancing. Or at least, that's what Yalina figured she was trying to do, although it looked more like the poor girl was trying to have wild standing-up sex with a porcupine. Yalina began to laugh out loud as she watched the odd spectacle. She stopped laughing abruptly when Katsumi stuck her tongue out at her. "That bitch! How dare she," was Yalina's first thought, before she started wondering whether the whole elaborate dance was Katsumi's way of poking fun at Yalina's middle-eastern culture and disrespecting her. "Just wait until she gets in the ring with me," thought Yalina, as she fixed the little punk with a glare, "I'll make her pay for disrespecting me."
Yalina continued to stew as Katsumi took her time getting to the ring, showing off to the crowd with an admittedly impressive display of athleticism. Noticing this, Yalina knew she would need to target the athletic girls legs to nullify that advantage in the match. From the safety of her corner, the confident Katsumi again taunted Yalina. As Katsumi cleverly timed her taunt to coincide with Yalina being checked for weapons, Yalina couldn't respond by immediately decking the cheeky brat, so Yalina instead simply retorted, "Foolish little girl. I hope you wrestle better than you dance, or whatever it is you called that pathetic little display on the entrance ramp. Otherwise, I might not even break a sweat. Maybe after you submit to me, I'll show you how a real woman dances."
"Hah! Might have to have a raincheck on that!," continues Katsumi. "I don't see a stripper pole around here for your skanky ass to dangle from!" She's so happy her opponent isn't a wilting lily. It's always more fun when she has someone to trade verbal barbs with. Plus, the audience seems to enjoy the ego-flares. And on a third level? It suggests she might've dug under Yalina's skin, if even just a little.
The referee is satisfied that neither competitor is packing anything untoward. She signals the bell!
*DING!*
Katsumi springs from her corner, lively and energetic. Her stance is kept wide, hands raised and fingers splayed. She waits for Yalina to join her to begin circling, with every intention to lock up with her rival princess, hoping to demoralize her by outright overpowering her. Sure, the other woman is a little taller than her, but that's no substitute for power! ..Which she's hoping she has over her rival. Else, she may need to get creative.
The ref found no weapons on Yalina, which had somewhat surprised Yalina, as she had expected at least some comment or complaint about her sharp, spiky heels. Apparently, they either didn't count as weapons, or the ref wasn't paying too close attention. Yalina wondered about that. Perhaps a stricter ref might have said something, or at least warned her not to use them in the match. Yalina filed this information away, resolving to determine just how much leeway this ref would allow in the match.
Locking up with the shorter Katsumi, Yalina would immediately try to use her height and her sharp heels to her advantage, and would attempt to stomp down hard, with the sharp point of her right heel aimed squarely at Katsumi's left foot.
Perhaps they're blessed with a lenient referee this time. Normally, Katsumi would be very cool with this. However, this time, it seems the leniency has allowed her opponent to drive the spike of her heel against her boot! This earns a sharp yelp of pain from the younger grappler, allowing Yalina to immediately overpower her! Stumbling back, Katsumi is bound to press back into the ropes unless Yalina directs her elsewhere!
"Ref'! W-what- shoes! Her shoes!," she cries, hoping to get the official to intervene and stop whatever is about to happen from happening.
Yalina viciously stomped her sharp, pointy heel squarely on Katsumi's foot. Luckily for Katsumi, she was wearing boots, which afforded her feet some protection, but Yalina's stomp clearly still hurt as Katsumi yelped in pain and complained to the ref, allowing Yalina to trap Katsumi against the ropes.
"Umm, she's allowed to wear shoes," responded the cute, young ref, clearly inexperienced and somewhat flustered. "You can wear the heels, but you can't stomp on her feet with them," the ref decided to respond, trying to seem confident as she laid down the law.
"OK, so I shouldn't do this?" asked Yalina innocently, as she would stomp down even harder on Katsumi's foot, aiming right for where she figured the sensitive toes would be. While the ref would be distracted from focusing on their feet, Yalina would attempt to sneak in a vicious hairpull on her trapped opponent, out of view of the ref.
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Katsumi is pressured back into the ropes, her back arching against it somewhat, pushing her midsection out in an effort to lean away from her attacker. The referee-girl does nothing to assuage relations between her and the officiating caste, getting a frustrated growl from the dark-haired punkette. But that growl turns into a yelp when the foot stomps down again!
The yelp turns into a girlish squeal when her hair is yanked, jerking her head to the side. Rather than wait for the referee to do something about the situation, Katsumi tries to change things up, herself. One hand moves to Yalina's waist while the other grabs for her upper arm, hoping to control it and prevent further hair-pulling. But ultimately, her goal is to rotate her hips and turn her opponent, before simply bodychecking against her. Hopefully the end result will see the dark-skinned woman slammed back-first against the nearby turnbuckle and trapped, Katsumi's frame pressing against her.
"That's right," confirmed the ref, as Katsumi yelped in pain from having her toes stomped, "no stomping on toes."
"OK, ref, whatever you say," said Yalina agreeably as she pulled hard on Katsumi's hair, earning a girlish squeal from the trapped wrestler. The ref completely missed it, as she was focusing on the competitors' feet.
The frustrated Katsumi had clearly had enough, as she grabbed Yalina's arm and waist, slamming Yalina into the turnbuckle eliciting a loud "Unh!" from the gorgeous brunette, whose breath had been knocked out of her as she was trapped in the corner.
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Katsumi pressures Yalina tight into the corner, mashing chest to chest with her, bare stomach to bare abs. As she does such, she fusses with Yalina's hand to try and extract her digits from her hair. The audience would likely mostly be focusing on the body contact between the two grapplers.
"I'm gonna enjoy ripping you apart!," she growls, close enough that her breath beats against Yalina's face. And should she manage to get her hair free, the first order of business will be to try to restrain her opponent's arms over the top ropes to leave her defenseless. Then finally to step back and begin firing a volley of punches low into Yalina's belly.
