The night was almost over, and The show nearing its close. The main event was upon us. An open challenge was thrown out at the beginning of the night by an unknown wrestler, challenging anyone who dared to a humiliation match. No soul in the locker rooms dared to take and accept the challenge, except for one girl, Anna Nova. Anna had no idea who her opponent was, their strength, nothing. All she knew was that she was told to be ready.
"Tonight's the night Anna, tonight you are gonna break your streak" the girl muttered to herself. Having lost her matches up to this point, Anna was determined to take and try to win here, showing everyone she was more than a pretty face, although without any knowledge about her opponent, Anna's nerves were acting up. Before she could take and rethink her decision, one of the workers came and informed Anna that she was up. Anna made her way down the hall, finishing her small bottle of water before reaching the curtain, waiting for her cue. Wish in the Dark
The arena went dark as Anna's music began to play. The crowd had their phones out, flashlights on, making it look like a field of lightning bugs. As the beat drops, spotlights shine down, and Anna appears at the top of the ramp. She strikes a pose at the top before slowly making her way down to the ring, giving high fives, selfies, and a few hugs as she makes her way to the stairs. Anna Nova
She then slips through the rope and makes it to the center just as the second beat drops, pyrotechnics firing from the ring posts. The lights turn back on as Anna climbs the turnbuckle and waves to the crowd, blowing a few kisses before hopping down and stretching some, awaiting her mysterious opponent.
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Oh, those LAW officials. They were up to some shenanigans. An anonymous challenge? It could've been anyone. And Katsumi Oshiro, the Punk Princess, has too much to prove to not chomp onto that like a ravenous piranha. So she was told to get ready.
Thing is, no one actually made that challenge. It was cooked up by management just to poke the hornets' nest and see what shook free. And now, they have two wrestlers riled up and ready for action, both likely thinking the other issued the challenge. Womp, womp.
Tonight, Katsumi was foregoing her entrance attire. The slender girl was pacing backstage, gold studs of her attire glittering under the light with every shift, prowling like a caged tiger. vibrant emerald eyes deadset on the passage out into the arena proper.
As Anna's music fades out and a hush falls over the audience, Katsumi stops. It's time.
The heavy strums of an electric guitar begin pumping through the arena as the titantron activates; a moonlit sky, rolling clouds, and a pair of ominous, dangerous feline-esque eyes. Brilliant green and purple lasers streak throughout the arena in myriad flash, and her name shimmers into being around those eyes in frame. Her Intro Video
"And her opponent!," begins the announcer. "From Osaka, Japan! At a height of five foot, seven inches! And weighing in at one hundred twenty-four pounds! The Punk Princess, herself! KATSUMI! OOOSHIIIIROOO!"
When the heavy preamble hits, Katsumi strides out onto stage, confident, predatory smile edging the corner of her lips. Her arms spread wide, presenting her sleekly toned physique to the audience simultaneous to the unmistakably cocky 'What now?' body language. Katsumi, Ready to Go
Following a moment to bask in the mixed cheers and boos of the crowd, she lifts her hands to fluff her silky blueblack tresses - ever so theatrically aloof - before starting down the ramp with a confidently sassy sashay of the hips. Her hands raise, palms poised out to either side to both acknowledge and dismiss the fans cheering and jeering, whiffing ever attempted high-five, providing zero hugs by contrast. The distinction between them couldn't be more clear.
Upon reaching the ring, she grabs the middle rope and smoothly hauls herself up onto the apron, her back pressed into the cables. One fist raises, the other joining it to 'crank' her middle finger upwards slowly, agonizingly, before fully flipping off the spectators. "Muah," she teasingly air-kisses towards them. Her back arches, stretching her lithe figure before tilting and rolling over the top rope to land neatly upon golden-soled boots.
Her gaze fixates on the Hispanic girl across the ring, taking her in. She has baby blue eyes; they're pretty. But she quickly settles into her corner.
"Pretty ballsy of ya to make a challenge like that," she calls across to her. Indeed, so begins the confusion. "Especially with monsters like me lurkin' in the wings. But I'll make this easy for ya. You lay down, and I won't hurt you too bad."
The sight of the green and purple lasers as they light up the arena and the riff of the guitar made Anna smile widely, getting her excited. Soon Anna;s eyes locked on the 5 foot 7, black-haired beauty that was Katsumi. Her eyes widened as she watched Katsumi strut her stuff down to the ring, jumping onto the ring apron and turning to tease the crowd. Anna licked her lips as she watched the blue black haired girl in front of her roll over the top rope into the ring.
"My oh my" Anna mumbled to herself, the light reflecting off her opponent's ring gear some. Anna began to prepare herself to walk out to the middle and meet her opponent, but she stopped dead in her tracks as she heard what her opponent had to say.
"Me? Put out the challenge? Nice try there, but I'm pretty sure you are the one who made the challenge" Anna walked to the middle, confused and wanting to know what was going on "Also, don't go thinking I'm some pushover. I plan to make you cry out my name today before I take and win"
"What? No. I didn't- what?," asks Katsumi, briefly confused. But the topic has quickly shifted, and the Punk Princess steps forward to meet her at the center point in the ring. Her head cants to lock eyes with her, nearly bumping the curvature of chest to chest with her. "I might. If you mean 'Anna, Anna, why do you suck so bad!?'. Is that what ya meant?," she chides.
Despite her tone and the confrontational look, she's loving that. Any chance to rile up an opponent, to banter back and forth, to enjoy the veritable heat before and during a match are savored! Plus, those eyes are a little more pretty when she gets worked up. She loves seeing intensity behind them.
The referee eyeshifts between the two before swinging an arm to signal the bell. The two are clearly already ready to go at it!
DING!
Katsumi promptly lashes forward, attempting to lock up with the other girl. One hand goes for her bare shoulder, the other for her elbow. Her svelte frame immediately tenses as she engages, attempting to overpower her to begin a march towards the opposite ropes.
Anna's expression went from happy go lucky to serious as her opponent stepped up, Anna having to look up slightly to see her opponents sparkling emerald dreen eyes. "Well, if you didn't make the challenge, then..." Anna thought for a moment before looking back at Katsumi after hearing her whitty remark "Oh no, you will be begging for me to end the match, saying 'Anna! Please end this already! I give!'" Anna smirks some, hoping to get into her opponent's head the same way Katsumi was getting into hers.
After the initial confrontation, Anna backed up some as the ref waved for the bell to ring, knowing fully well that this match was gonna get intense quick between the fighters.
DING!
Anna dashed forward at the same time as Katsumi, locking up with her, both their right hands grabbing the others left shoulder, and their left hands grabbing the other's right elbow. The two struggled for a bit, Anna knowing that she couldn't win a strength contest, so instead, she would try and outmaneuver the Punk Princess. After a few more moments, Anna would try to slip behind the Punk Princess, locking her arms around her midriff, pressing her head against Katsumi's spine to gain control.
Hands slap to opponents, and the initial contest begins with explosive fervor! Katsumi leans firmly against Anna, determined to overpower the slightly smaller girl for an immediate advantage, her gaze locked with Anna's with intensity. That previous smirk is gone, replaced instead with a snarl in effort, a soft growl escaping her.
The lockup becomes a test of technical grappling, however! Anna slips the hold and maneuvers in behind Katsumi, the girl feeling arms hook around her toned, slender stomach. Her hands instinctively set to the wrists, her stance widening for balance as she tries to push downwards.
"If ya.. wanted a hug.. should'a said so!," she mutters.
Suddenly, Katsumi attempts to pop an elbow back at her head to create a momentary gap in the struggle, with every intention to weave in behind Anna to reverse the wristlock, her chest pressing tight against her shoulders, stomach to back, hips to rear. If successful, her arms will clamp down on Anna's bare stomach, squeezing.
Anna's arms wrap around Katsumi,n holding her close, her chest pressing against her opponent's back. Anna smirked confidently, feeling Katsumi's hands pressing downward against her wrist while also lowering her stance. Anna followed Katsumi, lowering herself as well to try and maintain the hold for a long as possible
"You know, a hug from you doesn't sound that ba-oww!"
As Anna was commenting, she let her guard down, leaving herself open for an elbow square in her face. The elbow surprised her enough to take and release the hold long enough to allow the Punk Princess to get behind her in the same manner, wrapping her arms around Anna's stomach. Anna's hands shot down, trying to break her opponents hold on her by pressing downward. Should she be successful, Anna would take and slip away, turning to face her opponent with her hands up, prepared for what was to come
Katsumi had no intention of just relinquishing that hold! Now that she had the cute Hispanic girl in her grip, she intended to make use of it with some classic Greco-roman wrestling! After all, her enhancement training focused primarily on the technical aspects of the sport. This felt like a great opportunity to use it! So as Anna pushes down on her arms, Katsumi presses her body forward, pushing her bust and stomach tight against her back, every exhale whisking warmly against the nape of her neck.
The arms flex, smoothly subtle muscles tensing as she squeezes on Anna's midsection. Finally, her back arches, attempting to heft Anna a little off her boots! But the goal isn't to deliver a German suplex! Rather, she pitches forward with her to try to bring her down onto her chest in a classic waistlock takedown, which would leave her lying atop the other girl's back, still gripping her belly.
"Is this the kinda hug ya wanted?," she teases, voice a little quieter with her lips hovering just by her ear.
Anna pressed down as hard as she could, attempting to escape, but the Punk Princess refused to let go. Anna feels the Punk Princess pressing against her back, her warm breath against her neck, and her smooth arms squeezing her more and more. Anna didn't mind the position she was in, in fact, she liked it quite a bit, but she rather be in control at this point, especially since this was a match and not a cuddle fight.
However, before Anna could escape, Katsumi took and lifted Anna fully off the ground! Anna flailed a bit trying to make Katsumi lose her grip, kicking her legs wildly and trying to hit Katsumi with an elbow, but instead, she was taken down to the mat onto her belly, The Punk Princess following and landing on top of her. katsumi still had a hold on Anna's belly, making it near impossible to move out from under her.
Anna turned her head slightly to somewhat see Katsumi "It hurt a little, but it's not a bad hug at all~" Anna said teasingly, unable to move away
Katsumi adjusts herself against Anna, her hips scooching up a little tighter against the other girl's backside. Her fingers splay, sliding against her skin. Admittedly, no, the position doesn't feel bad. Or even unwelcome. The girl under her has really pretty eyes! And she's nicely toned, she has a good figure, and nice hair, and a cute accent. She could be bodylocked with worse. So when her head tilts to give that little quip, she's met with a subtle, but sincere grin.
She isn't tightening the hold immediately, but she isn't releasing it just yet. She could probably go for a transition on the hold, but this is kind've a fun moment. "You flirt," she playfully accuses. Her arms then clench a little tighter - not incredibly tighter, but just enough to try to squeeze the girl's middle between herself and the mat. "C'mon. Admit I gotcha and I'll let'cha go," she muses.
The referee hovers close, waiting with rapt attention. To the outside world, it looks like Katsumi is securing the girl in a gutwrench bearhug, locking her in place. Which, to a certain degree, is true. But it's taken a more lighthearted note in this moment.
"Be all like 'okay you got me,' and I'll roll ya over so we can keep going. But I'm not lettin' ya go until ya gimme that!" Her grin blooms into a bright smile, her body tucking in tight behind Anna's. Tight enough that her beating heart can likely be felt against her back. Her head whips back briefly to toss her silky hair over the opposite shoulder, curtaining together with Anna's hair at the right side, her breath whisking against her neck and shoulder.
