Katsumi Oshiro vs. Suzume Sheska

[Noob]

Match type : Standard
Victory by pin, submission, or KO

While Suzume would normally be thrilled to once again be taking part in a normal match, today was a bit different. Sure she didn't have to deal with any embarrassing gimmick, but her opponent wasn't exactly in her weight class. No matter how she looked at it, it was going to be an uphill battle. Still she had accepted the match and refused to back down. One way or another Suzume would just have to find her way on top. She wasn't just a simple pushover after all and that's what the brunette hoped to prove today. "Alright! Yes yes yes! I can WIN! I feel GREAT! ...I. CAN. DO THIS!" She chanted backstage, perhaps a bit too loud. Getting a few glances from the crew, she quickly scurried off with her face bright red.

Finally it was time for Suzume to make her entrance. Instead of the green track suit that she would have wanted to wear, it had been suggested to her that she try on something that drew the eye a bit more. This was a performance after all and people weren't paying to see wrestlers in regular bumming around clothes. So today Suzume was wearing a matching blue top and bottom. The compromise she made was that she got to keep the lighter blue jacket on top of it. She adjusted her bottoms before running out from back stage.

Spoiler

After briefly waving to the crowd, Suzume ducked under the ropes and made her way to the corner. Waiting for Katsumi to enter, Suzume soon realized that she was feeling quite nervous about facing the friend she had made a few days prior.

[CyanDimitrik]

Suzume is adorable in a great many ways; adorkable, perhaps, at that. But tonight she's in for a fight, as she'll be facing her bestest friend (said bestie's terms), Katsumi "the Punk Princess" Oshiro. And Katsumi is entirely too anxious to get her hands on her. Not in a deviant way, mind you! She's had enough of that in her own matches with some particularly handsy opponents. No, she wants to play rough with the girl she's affectionately dubbed Lil' Bit. There's really no way of looking at this that doesn't sound questionable. But that's the life of a professional wrestler. It's all about the fame, the pageantry, and the combat. It's a very 'hands-on' kind of lifestyle. Squeamish need not apply.

Katsumi is usually waiting in her dressing room to be signaled by a stagehand for her cue. Not tonight. Tonight, she didn't want to miss a thing. Already decked out in her black short shorts, feline-themed belt, sleek black wrestling boots, and pink longsleeved shirt with black sportsbra-style wrestling top beneath, she waits just in the wings pining for a peek through the curtains. Unfortunately, she's given no chance to do so. For as punk as she is, professionalism is important to her, so she won't be bringing the quality down by poking her head out when Suzume is called to the ring. The suspense is killing her, though.

She hadn't looked up any of Suzume's matches before tonight - unlike normal, she wants to be surprised. The girl she met at Club Sega was cute and harmless. How would she hold up in the ring? How has she held up in the ring? And while she doesn't intend to go easy on her, this match already feels like it's going to be fun. It's like a fan request. Sort of a cat and mouse situation, and she could absolutely work with that. What's more, since she's friends with her opponent, she can really just let her have it without fear of horrible backlash.

The idea of actually having a friend in the business is exciting enough on its own. In her years of professional wrestling, it'd be a first.

Her music kicks on...

Tonight's selection is an odd choice for her. It's no less pumping than those she's used before, but it sounds like it would be more at home in a 70s spy flick. And though her gaming nerd demographic of the audience would appreciate the very distinct strains of this particular track, Katsumi chose it specifically for Suzume, and she really hopes she catches it. It's an updated version of the background music playing in the last stage they'd gotten to when gaming together, before they were defeated at the hands of, as Katsumi had put it, the Segata Sanshiro twins.

Purple and blue laserlights flare on in flourish along the borders of the entrance ramp, set in sync with the music.

"And her opponent!," begins the announcer. "Standing at 5'5", and weighing in at 124 lbs.! From Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess! KATSUMI! OOOOSHIROOO!"

Her highlight reel hits the titantron, showcasing a variety of flashy or outright punishing techniques used on opponents in the past, including the Spanish fly hit on Marzia, the Shutdown belly-to-belly suplex on Marissa Winters, and the Wild Rave splash finisher on Cathy Jefferson. Bright red pyros flare at either side of the entrance. Katsumi strides out into view with a perky strut, cocky smile proudly worn and hands raised to soak up the mixture of praise and scorn alike from the audience. They're still trying to figure out how they feel about her. It doesn't much matter to her - attention's attention, and a strong reaction, positive or negative, is her candy.

Pivoting on heel, she tilts her head back to look at the screen. It's the first time she's really seen it, and it just makes her smile all the more. The reel concludes with one of Katsumi's earlier taunts to an opponent, a-la fingergun. With a bright giggle, she wheels around to begin trotting down the ramp towards the ring. As she nears the ring, she grabs onto the lower hem of her pink shirt to draw up and over her head, stripping the garment and leaving her slender, albeit toned midsection bare to the open air.

Katsumi

The shirt isn't tossed this time. Instead of her typical tossing of the garment towards the corner steps of the ring, she carries it around to the announcer's table. "Trade me," she says, and without waiting for a response, grabs a microphone and drops her shirt onto the table. Only then does she turns to climb up onto the ring apron and slip between the ropes, again foregoing her typical behavior in favor of focusing instead on the other girl in the ring.

Oh, look at Suzume. She's freaking precious. From her glasses to her skimpy, if kind've sporty outfit, and the way she continues to wear that jacket, she's almost too cute to consider roughing up. It's a genuine effort for Katsumi to not grin at her as she takes her in. But she has some banter to do. And bantering is just too fun to pass up.

The music was already fading, but it hastens when Katsumi raises the microphone.

"Wait, wait, wait, is this open tryouts night?," she asks, turning to the audience. "What's this nerdy underaged midget boy doing in the ring?"

She turns again to Suzume and feigns shock upon realization, "Holy shit, Suzume?! That's you?!" She then drawls a patronizing, "Oh, honey..."

Katsumi begins pacing around the ring's edges as she continues. "Now, not all of you know how this little match got started! But someone happened to be recording! We got that queued up?"

The Recap

The lights dim and the titantron begins rolling a video clip clearly taken from a bystander in a crowd inside Club Sega. Katsumi is standing beside Suzume in front of a Darkstalkers gaming cabinet. Evidently they had been playing, and Suzume won.

A voice raises from somewhere in the crowd: "Would Suzume beat you in the ring, too?"

"What? No way! Lil' bit here," she says, wrangling Suzume's shoulders with an arm to tug her into her side, "would have to get some training before the federation would let'er in the ring anyway! And I'm only getting better, so~..."

"But Oshiro-san..!"

"Heyyy, I can wrestle you know!," Suzume pouts. "I'm not a pushover!"

"What? Oh yeah? What'd you do, highschool wrestling?" Katsumi uses her free hand to poke her index finger towards Suzume's stomach. "Suuuumo~?"

"H...highschool? Sumo? I...I...I'm 20!" Suzume shouts indignantly. "And look at me...I'm smol..." She mumbled after being poked in the tummy. She'd cross her arms around her waist. "Hmmph...Thinks she's so tough just cause she'd bigger. We can't all be tall."

"Oshiro-san!," comes the voice again. "She wrestles in the same federation as you!"

"Oh crap, really? You should'a said!" She twists at the hip to bump at Suzume lightly.

"I...umm..ahh!" She yelped as once again she was bumped. "I didn't know either Oshiro-san. To be quite honest...I didn't even know any part of your name until like a second ago." She sheepishly admitted. "And I hope you don't cheat in the ring like you do at games."

"Apparently I need to push my name out there even more. It's Kat-su-mi, O-shi-ro. Best remember it!" She then feigns shock and offense. "Cheat!? She thinks I might cheat in the ring!"

Snickers rise among the crowd.

"Cheat!," she repeats, ever-so-scandalized. And then coyly, for the audience's benefit, purrs, "I would never."

"In fact, just for that... who wants to see a match between the Punk Princess and lil' bit here!?"

"Wh...what?" Suzume gasped.

Cheers begin to sound in crescendo in the crowd.

"I...but...and it's SUZUME!"

"Lil' Suzume Bit," nods Katsumi.

The roar of their audience increases.

"I don't see why not. I've gotta show'er how I do things in the ring, don't I?" Finally withdrawing her arm from her shoulders, Katsumi turns to face Suzume directly with hands planted to her trim waist, confident smile playing on her lips. "What do you say? Wanna wrestle?"

"That's lil' bit Suzume! ...I mean just Suzume!" The brunette responded, her face becoming more flushed with each passing second. "Hmmphh!" She finally pouted, puffing up her cheeks. "Fine...but when I win it's gonna just be regular Suzume...Taller than Katsumi Suzume!"

The screen cuts back to a camera feed of the ring and the lights rise in the arena. Katsumi is standing before Suzume, gently prodding her index finger towards the girl's bare stomach. "Smush," she teases at Suzume's lack of rigid abs - despite the fact that Katsumi doesn't have ripped abdominals, herself. "You sure you wanna go through with this?"

[Noob]

Suzume couldn't help but smile as she recognized the music playing. Katsumi sure knew how to make an entrance. She was in awe of the woman for a few moments. It was only when the bluenette started talking that the smaller wrestler was brought back to reality. Suddenly it felt as if someone else had taken over Katsumi's body and was having some fun. Suzume had had so much fun with the other woman at Club Sega that she could hardly believe what she was hearing. It had been obvious that her opponent wasn't going to be the nicest around, but she had hoped she was wrong. "M...Midget boy?" She stammered, trying now to just get over a bit of initial shock.

Suddenly a recording of prior events began playing on the screen. "Oh god...why is there video of that..." The brunette mumbled to herself as she quickly buried her bright red face in her hands. Suzume was quickly regretting every decision that had led up to this point. She couldn't help but feel that she sounded intensely cringey. Finally though it was over and the smaller wrestler looked up to see Katsumi standing in front of her.

"Ahh hey! It's not smushy!" The brunette pouted, a frown now clearly expressed. "And yes I want to go through with this! I told you I'm going to WIN." The woman declared. She was ready for a fight. Or at least she thought she was. Only a moment later she realized that her glasses were on and would scramble to take them off and place them by the side of the ring. Once that was taken care of, she was finally ready to show Katsumi what she could do.

[CyanDimitrik]

Suzume has reacted precisely the way Katsumi expected: adorably innocent floundering. Suzume may not realize it, but Katsumi isn't just teasing her new friend - she's helping to build her up as a good girl. Audiences love their sweet girl-next-door types, and the more she can get Suzume to balk at her obvious girl-your-mom-warned-you-about antics, the more she'll be endearing Lil' Bit to the crowd! Granted, it's more of a sidenote to the fun of bantering and teasing, but it's a good sidenote. As long as it doesn't backfire and the audience wind up thinking she's pathetic. Katsumi could never really see where the line is. And, let's not forget, Katsumi has no idea what deviance Lil' Bit has been up to in the ring or how that might slow the audience's view of her being "innocent." Ignorance is bliss sometimes.

When Suzume gives her confirmation, the referee takes the microphone from Katsumi. She watches her scramble to remove her glasses and put them away, only to burst into bright giggles again. "Oh, oh God! Are you supposed to be the librarian who takes off her glasses and is suddenly hot?," she continues teasing. Of course, she noticed that Suzume hadn't removed that jacket - tantalizing, easily grasped piece of outer-wear that it is. Did she forget it? Is she too shy to remove it? Maybe a little lesson will help her to get past all that.

She strolls to Suzume with a wide, Cheshire smile. "Cuz ya forgot somethin', Magoo." Her hands suddenly snap at the lower inner hems of her jacket to yank, intent on pulling Suzume close while thrusting a knee up towards the smaller girl's belly!

Upon seeing Katsumi decide to start the match without the referee-girl's say so, she flails at the table to signal things are afoot! *DING*

[Noob]

Suzume's frown begins to grow the more she hears her opponent speak. Unlike some other wrestlers, the brunette is not the best at just shrugging off teasing. "NO! I'm the librarian who takes off her glasses and is suddenly to..." She started to say but was interrupted by a yank on her jacket before she could finish her sentence. Suddenly Suzume's eyes widen as she's pulled forward and fees Katsumi's knee collide with her stomach. "Guuughhh!" She coughed out. The hit sends her staggering back holding her stomach until finally she drops down to one knee. She had assumed her opponent was at least going to wait until the bell to start the match but it was clear she had been mistaken.

Trying to catch her breath, Suzume looked up with a quite pained expression on her face. "Ch...cheep shot!" She whined through gritted teeth. It would take her a second but given enough time Suzume would wobble up to her feet. Caught by surprise, the knee to her stomach really knocked the wind out of her. While she wanted to start the match off with some good offense, for now she'd have to try and play defense and try to brace herself for Katsumi's next move. At least this time she'd be ready to try to throw a quick jab at the bluenette's chest if she got in too close.

[CyanDimitrik]

“Cheap!,” balks a foux-scandalized Katsumi, who delicately places her hand to her chest in disbelief. The hand then turns out to wag the index finger at her. “No, this is pricey! These people paid good money to see me kick your ass!”

With devilish glee, the Punk Princess pots to take advantage of Suzume’s low position! She steps forward alright, but not with the intention to grab or punch at her. Rather, she makes use of her long, toned legs, aiming to quickly step up on Suzume’s knee, pop in the air, pivot, and whip her boot around to collide with the side of her head in a standing enzuigiri!

[Noob]

Suzume would have liked to point out that she was sure plenty of people came to see her perform too, but before she could get the words out she found her opponent had already made their move. Katsumi's boot smacked Suzume on the side of her head, sending her right down to the canvas with a thud. The brunette responded with a groan and rolled onto her side. Between the headache she was now experiencing and the stars that she could swear were in front of her, Suzume couldn't help but regret her actions up to this point. She wasn't sure if she had just not been prepared or if perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew. Either way she hadn't started the match well by any standards.

Staying on the ground for a moment, the smaller wrestler would try and regain her senses. She'd certainly need them to deal with Kat. For now though Suzume would be happy with just propping herself up. She'd deal with her opponent once she shook off the dull ache she was still feeling.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi hits the mat as well, but in a much more controlled way. The moment her balance is centered on her back, she kicks her legs inwards, then out again to crisply kip-up to her boots. She sticks the landing with a fist thrusting into the air and an energized, "WOO!"

The audience certainly has a reaction. Some see Katsumi as a bully insofar, beating up the smaller girl after clearly embarrassing her before the bell. Those voice their opinions with boos and scorn. Others of the more violent breed are loving the early level of brutality and showmanship, urging the Punk Princess on with cheers. It's all candy to Katsumi, and it's written on her face with the coy, even slightly sinister smile she wears. She doesn't mean Suzume any genuine harm, but like an athletically petite katamari ball, she's happy to roll with the image she's picked up tonight. It's fun!

"Come on, come on!" Her stance widens as she waits impatiently for Suzume to lift just a little more out of her slouch. And when that moment is presented, the spritely female flashes forward and attempts to catch Suzume around her bare stomach. And taking advantage of the size difference, Katsumi attempts to pop into the air and backbend with her prey in a hopping, and ultimately crashing, German suplex attempt!

[Noob]

Slowly but surely Suzume managed to prop herself up. She was feeling a bit shaken but due to her every day appearance, it would be hard for anyone to tell. Looking up she was met with the sight of Katsumi coming right for her. Not nearly as ready as she wanted to be, the smaller wrestler put up little resistance as she was grabbed and maneuvered into position. It was only as she was being lifted that her energy returned to her.

"Haaah! Wait! Noooo!" The smaller wrestler yelled as she was lifted into the air. Sure Kat had managed to lift her but Suzume was going kicking and screaming, flailing her legs about until finally she was painfully slammed down hard. "Uuuffff!" She let out a groan as once again she was introduced to the mat. Suzume would flop back to the ground, staring up at the lights above. Her chest slowly rose and fell as she struggled to just take air in.

"Nnnng...m...maybe I'll just stay here for a bit." She mumbled to herself between heavy pants. The lightweight was having a hard time taking hit after hit and right now she felt as if the fight had been knocked right out of her. She was much more attuned trading holds than she was being tossed about. Suzume finally decided that her best option was to play opossum for a little bit. At the very least it would give her a chance to catch her breath and if she was lucky she could catch Katsumi if she got in close.

[CyanDimitrik]

The slam brings Suzume down onto her back, and Katsumi lands just beside her. Naturally, Katsumi's enjoying a much more comfortable, accommodating landing than her counterpart, allowing her to twist over onto all fours immediately. Vivid green eyes scan her foe, noting how she's lying on her back, her chest rising and falling.

Katsumi lets out a subtle giggle.

"You're kind'a hot," she chirps. "Fans are gonna love watchin' me pin ya."

And that's just what Katsumi sets out to do. The slender punkette throws herself forward, aiming to drop her body directly atop Suzume's, thanks to their positioning and landing. She lies face-to-face with the other girl, her hands going for the other girl's biceps to pin her arms out to either side. Breasts mash to breasts, bare stomach pushes into bare stomach, hips rest over hips.

"Gotcha!"