Kimiko yawned. She was standing in the backstage hallway trying to get a good stretch in. She was dressed in her altered boxing attire tonight, a small change of pace from her more revealing staple wrestling outfit handed down from her mother. She had sent it in to be repaired, unsurprisingly starting to tear due to it already being an extremely tight fit on Kimiko's curvy body. Kimiko was also certain that the immense stress from enduring many strikes and holds wasn't doing it any favors either. Kimiko twisted from side to side, making sure her back was fully limbered. Her new outfit had the letters "K O" in big font labeled into the front of her sports bra and "The KO Queen" in print across the back of her spanks. Kimiko wanted the phrase to speak to her skill, but she knew most people would instead interpret it ironically due to how often she easily gets knocked out. Kimiko's Appearance
"Okay Star Power, it's almost your time" one of the backstage helpers said as they pointed her to the entrance of the arena.
Kimiko gave another big yawn, stretching her arms above her head and puffing her chest out as she walked. She was much too tired to be here, yet here she was. Kimiko talked out loud to herself "Man... Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to the match tonight. Having to pull that all-nighter on that research paper definitely took a toll on me. Well... I guess I needed too, it's better than failing." She could try to hide her dark eyebags with glittery makeup all she wanted, she knew she was sleep deprived. "But that doesn't matter now, I know I'll wake up when my blood gets pumping. I have a feeling that tonight's match is going to be epic! I know I'll finally leave that ring victorious!" She started bouncing up and down in anticipation to be announced.
"...Now entering the arena, hailing from Japan- Standing at 5'4" and weighing in at 153 lbs... She's LAW's cutest rookie, it's THE STARRR POWERRRRR!!!" Kimiko's Entrance Music
Kimiko's entrance music echoed in the packed stadium as she ran out waving to her applauding audience. Like she had predicted her lethargy seemed to melt away as she posed and made her way to the ring. Kimiko climbed up onto the ring and did her classic haul over the ropes, landing with a solid THUD on the mat. She hopped around the ring in a big circle showing off her altered attire. She gave one last wave to her fans before turning to her side of the ring. She just couldn't wait to see her opponent!
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Katsumi Oshiro couldn't be sure how to feel about this match. She wasn't sure what they were going for, why they thought this was an appropriate challenge. Had she not been proving herself yet? She looked into this girl when the name hit her - she frigging calls herself Star Power, of course she was gonna check it out. But what she found was a string of convincing losses on an otherwise cute face. Were they mocking her with this? Is this where they think she belongs? Is she being punished? She left a while to better herself, only to come back to this?
She's not angry at poor Kimiko. But she is definitely annoyed. And as her music plays and she makes her entrance, Katsumi is left stewing backstage. Pacing. Glowering behind her sunglasses. Tonight, she'd be wearing her entrance attire; striking an image, establishing herself, and giving "Star Power" an idea of who she's dealing with. Some people wear punk like a Halloween costume. For Katsumi, it's a nametag. Entrance Attire
The arena darkens. Cellphones raise, the audience in a sea of velvety black pinpricked by flashing cameras and star-like flashlights. The first hard thrums of her music kicks on, and the inky abyss is streaked in vivid emerald and amethyst lasers. On the titantron, a moonlight sky is partly obscured by rolling clouds. A pair of feline eyes appear. The name 'KATSUMI OSHIRO' shimmers into existence around them, completing her logo. Her actual intro video.
"And her opponent!," continues the announcer. "From Osaka, Japan! Standing at 5'7", and weighing in at 124 lbs.! The Punk Princess, herself! KATSUMI! OOOOSHIROOO!"
Timed perfectly with the crescendo of the intro music, Katsumi dashes into view, taking the final couple steps in a triumphant twirl with fists held aloft. The audience pops, as well as pops off, with half of them cheering uproariously while the other half boos angrily and urges Kimiko to take her down. She's a divisive figure in the world of LAW - sinister, but fun. Wicked, but playful. She brings them the savagery they want, but also the savagery they don't want. And Katsumi, herself, revels in the mixed reaction.
Her arms lower, with one pointing across the arena to Kimiko. She brings her fists together... and sharply pantomimes snapping a twig in half. Then, with a glance left, then right to the audience, she seems to abandon the threat with a perky shrug and begins making her way down the ramp. Hands lift with palms turned outwards at either side of the aisle, simultaneously acknowledging and dismissing the crowd - much to their pleasure and frustration alike - with her slender hips set to confident sashay. Upon reaching the ring's edge, she grabs the middle rope and hauls herself up onto the apron, spinning around to face the crowd once more in a single, fluid motion. The fists come together again, and she cranks slowly, deliberately with one hand... to elevate a middle finger to them all.
And then, an air-kiss. "Muah."
Her back arches over the top rope, rolling over it to land neatly upon gold-soled boots. Without going into her corner, she begins towards Kimiko immediately at a power-walking pace. "And just what's a two-bit lameass like you doing lousing up my ring, huh?," she demands, pointing aggressively. The referee very quickly steps in between them, butting her shoulder against Katsumi's chest to keep her backed away. "What, are you cosplaying as a wrestler!? You think I'm gonna take it easy on you!?"
"Back to your corner!," insists the poor referee-girl.
To her credit, the Punk Princess is being gradually walked back into her corner. She continues to point at Kimiko across the ring from her. "I'm comin' for you! Believe that!"
And the audience is loving the aggression right out the gate. But once backed into her corner, Katsumi finally plucks the sunglasses from her face to tuck them into an internal pocket of the jacket, then shrugs out of the jacket itself, leaving her sleekly-toned body largely exposed to the open air. She drops it just outside the ropes by the corner post, and grips onto the top rope at either side, deadlocking those vibrant green eyes on the girl across from her. Katsumi, Ready to Go
Even as the referee-girl pats her down for weaponry or foreign objects, those piercing eyes never leave Kimiko. They only narrow.
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Kimiko couldn't help but gawk at her opponent's entrance. It was by far the most elaborate she's witnessed and made her feel like it was a spectacle to go up against such an opponent. "Huh, I could use something like that..." Kimiko thought to herself. She was starting to feel good that she was the one to go out first due to how simple her entrance was in comparision. But now Kimiko had to worry about what was coming next. She saw Katsumi make a motion like she was going to break Kimiko in two, which put Kimiko on edge as Katsumi was now approaching the center of the stadium.
Once Katsumi entered the ring she immediately started aggressively coming towards Kimiko! Kimiko assumed she was going to be attacked before the match begun by her black-clad opponent and marched forward to greet her. Thankfully the referee was there to make sure things didn't get too out of hand, Kimiko's chest being blocked by the ref. If the ref wasn't there Kimiko would be chest-to-chest with Katsumi. Up close and personal, Kimiko could have a better look at her opponent. Kimiko was used to her fair share of heels and tweeners, but Katsumi was a little different. She looked very fit in comparison to Kimiko, her thin tight waist and dark was perfect contrast to Kimiko. Not to mention that Katsumi had several inches on her, making the thought of the earlier possible chest-to-chest encounter more intimidating to Kimiko.
Kimiko heard The Punk Princess throw out some verbal jabs trying to put some fear in her, and to be honest it was. Kimiko knew she would have to swing back with something or else she would look weak. "Oh yeah? I'm not just any wrestler. I'm THE Star Power. And no little 'punk princess' is going to stop me from leaving the ring victorious! I mean seriously-... you look so fragile! I won't be having any trouble tonight, but don't worry I'll try not to hurt you too much!" Kimiko cattily giggled, whipping her raven hair to her shoulder and puffing out her chest. She playfully placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head as if Katsumi wasn't getting at her.
The ref separated them and Kimiko backed up to her corner. But as she was making her way back she saw that Katsumi never broke eye contact with her, staring her down and trying to intimidate her before the match even begun. Kimiko could feel the pressure from those eyes and couldn't handle it. "Did I go too far? Maybe I shouldn't have said all that stuff..." Kimiko thought to herself. She turned her head away, a temporary submission from the woman's cold gaze. But with both wrestlers in the ring the match was set to begin! The bells rang signaling the beginning of tonight's bout!
-DING! DING!-
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"'The' Star Power?," mutters Katsumi to herself. Though her expression doesn't change, there's a distinct lilt of confusion in her voice.
Wait. Did she just call her fragile?
Those eyes narrow a hint. Just a fraction. A meaningful, meaningful fraction.
The bell sounds off, signaling the start of the match!
Katsumi erupts from her corner and races across the mat, with every intention to blast a knee into Kimiko's midsection! "You're in my world now, Guitar Hero!"
There's a chance her opponent might not get the reference. Katsumi's gaming hobby may have lead to a confusing bit of sass.
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Kimiko was caught off-guard! She didn't expect The Punk Princess to charge forward so rapidly after the match started. Kimiko had never played Guitar Hero before, confused by Katsumi's reference. "Wha--? GAAAAH!!" Kimiko started to question, but was suddenly cut off.
Before Kimiko could react, Katsumi kneed her hard in the gut! The strike pinned her against the turnbuckle and thoroughly dented in her soft stomach. Kimiko was forced to double over to Katsumi's side hugging at her damaged stomach and gasping for air! "Guuuuhh... Huhhgghhhh..." she painfully moaned with her eyes rolled back. Other fighters if hit with the same strike would have far less trouble, but Kimiko didn't flex her abs and took the full blow to her delicate stomach. Even if Kimiko did everything she could to brace herself it wouldn't change the outcome, her reaction to the strike was just a testament to her weakness.
Kimiko was left lightheaded, forced to bend over trying to recuperate. She was powerless to stop what Katsumi would do next...
With Kimiko doubled over beside her, Katsumi places a hand against the back of her head to try to force her to stay bent over. "Get used to that feelin', bright eyes," she snorts. "Me. Dominating you."
Fingers curl, tangling in the girl's raven black hair. She begins tugging, pulling her out of the corner and guiding her along towards the center of the ring. Naturally, the audience is booing this rough treatment of tonight's sweetheart, and the referee is quick to notice the hair-pulling.
"I said let go! One! Two!," the referee begins counting a DQ.
And Katsumi concludes the situation with a quick thrust of her knee up towards Kimiko's doubled over form, trying to really hammer her gut for an early advantage. But to be fair, she at least let her go with that impact!
"Whatevs! Happy now?! Unbelievable!"
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Katsumi kept Kimiko's head down and led her to the middle of the ring by pulling a handful of her dark raven hair. Kimiko started to panic, flailing her arms as she was dragged over. Kimiko was relieved that the ref was standing up for her and starting to countdown the disqualification. Katsumi obliged and let go of Kimiko's hair, prompting a brief sense of security from the naïve rookie.
But almost immediately after letting go of her hair, Katsumi jutted another hard knee into Kimiko's feeble unprotected gut! The knee forcefully bent and contorted Kimiko's back around it. Kimiko's feet were even sent off the ground with the strike temporarily suspending her in the air before she inevitably came crashing back down. "GAAAAH!" Kimiko yelped out in agony, hugging her belly once more. She fell to her knees and then faceplanted on the mat with her ass up. Kimiko's eyes rolled up as she began uncontrollably huffing and drooling on the mat. Kimiko's thighs started shaking as well, unable to handle the shock.
The pain felt like a stinging fire in her gut. "It hurts... It hurts so much!..." Kimiko squealed. No matter how many times Kimiko took a hit to her soft belly, it never got less painful. Kimiko was certainly weak, but to be helpless on the mat so soon after the match started was a truly pathetic display from the jobber. Kimiko needed a while to recover before even considering getting up, which Katsumi was free to exploit.
"Well, Star Power, how's that view? At least you're hidin' your face, right?," Katsumi chides.
The referee has dropped alongside Kimiko, concerned with the evident damage she's already sustained. "Star Power! Can you go on?"
"'Course she can!," interjects Katsumi, reaching down to scoop Kimiko's chin into her hand to forcibly lift her head up in display. "See? She's all eager to go!"
Continuing to pull, she doesn't stop until her opponent is up on her feet again, turned to face her. And the Punk Princess wraps her arms suddenly around her waist, pulling her body securely against herself. With a little heft, she raises Kimiko a smidge off the mat, just enough to align everything perfectly together. Breasts pushed into breasts, Katsumi's trim and toned stomach pressed against Kimiko's belly, hips against hips, thighs brushing against thighs. With their faces on even level, the settles her vibrant emerald gaze onto Kimiko's big pretty magentas. Each exhale is a beat of warmth from Katsumi washing against the other girl's lips.
She hadn't squeezed too tightly yet. She wanted to get a solid look into Kimiko's eyes first. It's a little self-indulgent, wanting to make that meaningful eye contact, to feel the other girl held helpless against her body. Pure physical domination is a Hell of a drug, and Katsumi is savoring every theatrical moment of it.
"Want me to make it quick?," she asks, voice subtly low, intended to be at a personal level. Though the question is somewhere between merciful and reinforcing her dominance over the other girl. After all, there are more signs of submission than a tapout...
Kimiko felt her body be lifted off the ground and press up entirely against Katsumi's. Kimiko groaned as her damaged stomach was flattened against Katsumi. Kimiko struggled and tried to push against Katsumi's hips, but although Katsumi's grip wasn't enough to crush Kimiko yet, it was too much for her to budge.
"No!" she shook her head. "Let me go!" Kimiko demanded. Kimiko started to strike Katsumi's bicep, but due to her being so close it might has well of been a soft tap. Kimiko became even more cutely frustrated as she looked at Katsumi's breasts squished against hers as she huffed in exhaustion. "Gahhh!... Hahhh!... Huhhh... Guh- You call this a bearhug? This doesn't even hurt. I can do this all day!" she arrogantly grunted.
Kimiko tried to childishly wiggle free. It was extremely apparent her lack of experience meant she didn't know how to escape the hold. Yet if Kimiko was anything, she was persistent. "Let go of me- NOW! Or I'll-... I'll-..." she continued on.
And in tandem with that, the girl suddenly ratchets on the pressure. Forearms bite into Kimiko's lower back, crushing her stomach against Katsumi's, breasts mushrooming together. Her biceps flex, smoothly streamlined muscle popping a little in the grip. But it doesn't last too long! She wants to give "Star Power" enough of a chance to take a breath, only to clamp down on her back again, steadily crushing the pretty girl against herself. Smooth skin to smooth skin, curves against curves, hips against hips.
The proximity is warm, Katsumi's heart pounding quickly against Kimiko's chest. And there's a persistent, wide smile on her face as she watches her opponent struggle and suffer, waiting for a sign that her struggling is lessening; that she's weakened.
"Come on, don't you dare tap. I wanna pin ya. Flat-" Squeeze! "-on your back!" She eases up. "You, lying-" Squeeze! "-under me!" She eases up. "Where you belong!"
