Elena Volkov vs Katsumi Oshiro

[ElenaVolkov]

The previously loud audience is now anxious. Above the ring announcer's thunderous voice, even in the presence of brimming excitement, it feels as though something suspenseful is about to happen. A blue spotlight is at the higher end of the ramp, illuminating the stage at the same time.
At that very moment, “Destroyer” by Halsey plays loudly in the speakers as its noticeable voice crack runs in the background. Smoke rises from the stage in the area and the heavy beats, as well as the eerie voice, escalates the mood. The musical atmosphere is sombre, which raises fans’ anxiety as they wait for Elena to step in and make her debut in LAW.

Stepping onto the stage, Elena Volkov stands in her light brown eyes amidst and her light brown hair is pulled back behind her head in a comfortable ponytail. Wearing a dark leather ring jacket with red trimmings, which she put on neatly, she starts walking up the ramp in her one piece wrestling gear, white boots and knee pads, as well as wrist tape. Her head arched back getting slightly tipped as she looks with confidence and fully focused on the ring prepared for battle. The spotlight moves with her, constantly facilitating her elegant movements and almost commanding look as she emerges into the arena.

In contrast to the energetic high spots in LAW, Elena’s entrance looks very restrained, almost eerily. She pays little attention to the crowd, who appear to be split with many of them being indifferent of her, while many others seem to be cheering her on due to the novelty of her presence. She was a debutant after all. With her eyes fixed on the ring, Elena keeps her focus and remains expressionless as she moves closer, appearing unaffected by the surrounding noise.

Right above the top step, she looks around the ring, perhaps in an attempt to get a feel for the environment. She wipes her boots, while gracefully making her way across the apron and into the ropes. Everything is done by Elena in an unhurried and deliberate manner, and when she gets into the ring, she makes her way to the middle of the ring and stays there, waiting for the opponent she is about to follow, Katsumi Oshiro.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Uuuuggghhh," groans a rather expressive Katsumi as she waits in the gorilla position. "Another newcomer. Can you believe this?"

None of the stagehands are paying attention to her. They're focused on running the light and sound boards, keeping cues smooth and prompt. Unperturbed, Katsumi continues her petulant, if theatric, bemoaning.

"I spend frigging forever practically having like a Rocky training montage, come back hotter than jet engine shimmer," she pauses to whisk a hand through her silky black hair, "and I come back and keep getting into matches with newbs!" In fairness, she had a "cute" edge to her before. The makeover absolutely brought out the beautiful looks previously hidden under short, choppy hair and frumpy clothes.

Did absolutely nothing for her personality, though. That, that's going to take a montage of a whole other variety.

"Is she done yet?"

"Oshiro-san," says an incredibly patient stagehand, "we're ready to go."

"Finally. Couldn't even hear myself think with all the talking back here!"

The lights throughout the arena dim. Music begins pumping through the PA, the heavy thrum of electric guitar. Green and purple laserlights begin to flare and dance on beat with the notes, and spotlights swirl around the capacity crowd. They've come to know this song, even though it's a newer pick for the girl. It's as easy to associate with her as her monicker.

The titantron comes alive, depicting a moonlight sky and pair of dramatic feline eyes. And soon, her name logo shimmers into frame.

The Intro Video

As the music kicks into high gear, the girl makes her appearance in a dash! Arms thrust into the air, and she spins a quick circle, confident, even arrogant smile playing on her otherwise pretty face. Foregoing the sunglasses and jacket tonight, her lithely slender body is already mostly on display, from muscled thighs and sleek arms to her trim, toned midsection. Her svelte frame is wrapped in black and accented gold, from the strappy boots and kneepads to the elbowpads, gloves, and belted boyshorts. The bralet snug to her chest is the most eye-catching piece, the myriad gold studs refracting light in a dazzling display.

Katsumi Oshiro

The reaction to her is mixed as well, but not in the same way as it was for Elena. Half the audience bathes the arena in eager and loud scorn, having watched her torment, bully, and break girls in this ring plenty of times throughout her career. Her disregard for sportsmanship is as irritating to them as is her flagrantly rude behavior, completely belying her feminine, pixie-esque features. She's rude, and remorselessly so. The other half of the audience is a combination of people who have been won over by her upgraded looks and genuine skill, and those who savor the violence and dominant personality of the girl. She's rough, needlessly so, and direct. Sassy, tormenting, and titilating, her brand of menace is just the sort of thing they want to see in the ring against the typical girly-girl types.

Something about a girl with her looks mixed with an attitude like that - it does it for them. The edgelords.

Katsumi suddenly points towards the ring, and by extension, her opponent. With a smirk, she wags the finger side-to-side. And finally, she begins heading down the ramp. Palms lift, turned outwards to the fans at either side - to those who are desperately reaching out to touch the diva, and those who would love to throttle her. Her button nose upturned, eyes lidded, the message is clear; she has no time for them.

"And making her way to the ring! Her opponent!," begins the announcer with breathless excitement. "Standing at a height of five foot, seven inches! Weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds! From Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess! KATSUMIIII! OOOSHIIIIROOOO!"

Katsumi grabs the middle rope to haul herself up onto the apron, and immediately whirls around to face the audience. Left fist raises, soon joined by the right in a slow, circular cranking motion... before producing a middle finger to the crowd. She moues her lips in foux-sympathy as a fresh wave of condemnation washes over her.

Arching her back, her legs kick up and she rolls over the top cable to land neatly on the mat behind her, only to cross the ring and climb the far turnbuckle. Leaning over the post, she claps her hands out at the crowd, smirk renewed. And finally, she drops back down to face the referee - or more to the point, her opponent.

She's still buzzing the the addictive energy of the crowd; cheers or boos, she loves it all the same. It's a sense of belonging, the likes of which she's never had before. Despite appearances and playing aloof, Katsumi is on cloud nine working a crowd. But outwardly, those sharp green eyes are studying the other girl across from her, sizing her up.

"You're not gonna start crying when I hurt'cha, are you?," she calls across the ring. "That'd be so lame!"

[ElenaVolkov]

Elma looked over as her opponent made her entrance. It was rather flamboyant and energetic, something that felt so distant from Elena’s style and character. She had no time to waste for entrances and flashy presentations, she wanted to get down and dirty to the wrestling, and she wanted to do so as quickly as possible. Some people liked her attitude, others didn’t, but overall Elena would always come off as a babyface due to her clean wrestling style and quickness of her moveset.

After staring down Katsumi and ignoring her playful remarked about crying, she brushed her palms on her sides and waited for the bell to ring. Once that was done, she began circling around her opponent, hands raised up high, inviting her to an initial collar and elbow tie up to get things started off strong. Her mind raced back to her wrestling school days, and the memories of her teachers’ words began to flash into her mind. She knew chain wrestling was the best way to get a feel of an opponent and that’s what she was going with it in the opening of the match. If this was a game of chess, that would have been her first move.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi was, of course, hoping for some kind of response. Maybe some snappy comeback, maybe an outraged mini-tantrum, something. But when her sass is met with a gray rock, she can only give a disappointed little twist of the lips. Fine - so her opponent isn't going to banter with her and crank up the heat. She'll just have to find other ways to make her vocal. Painful ways.

Katsumi straightens her posture, crossing her right arm over her chest and blocking it with the left to stretch the shoulders and traps, then swaps with the other arm to repeat the process. At the end of the day, the two of them have been pitted against each other to wrestle. Whatever fun side bits and dressing normally goes into it, that's the main attraction - grappling and fighting for dominance.

*DING*

The referee-girl signals the bell, and Elena is already in motion. Katsumi is a little more languid about her departure from the corner, but once fully on her feet, she circles with the other girl with light, bobbing steps; graceful, sure-footed, and confident. Her hands raise to shoulder height, vivid green eyes locked onto Elena... and CLASH! The two meet in the center of the ring, the pair tying up at the collar and elbow! Katsumi doesn't shy back from her at all, fully set on testing her as much as she must be determined to test the Punk Princess. She leans in close, back arched into a dip as she plies forward pressure, bringing her brow close to nearly touching with Elena's - close enough that each warm, strained exhale whisks against her lips.

Her goal isn't to remain entangled with her like this long, however! She pushes up against the elbow to try to force Elena's guard high, and pivot her body around her back to swing into a sudden, tight waistlock. If successful, Katsumi's arms will lock around Elena's ribs, her forearms biting into the other girl's stomach, while her hips press tight against her rear and the swell of her chest presses behind her shoulder.

[ElenaVolkov]

The match started off right away, very little chit chat and trash talking, just down to business the way Elena wanted. After a short time spent circling around, the two would immediately lock up and fight for control in the collar and elbow tie up. Elena would squat down, trying to grind away at her opponent’s frame to try and gain the upper hand early on. The two seemed quite evenly matched in the chain wrestling department and neither could really find a way to outclass the other early. However despite some initial efforts at outsmarting her opponent, Elena found herself trapped into quite the predicament, as Katsumi elegantly slipped behind her back and locked in a rather tight waist lock from behind her back.

Elena instinctively reached for Katsumi’s hands in an attempt to pry them open, but to no avail. Having seen some of Katsumi’s tapes, she was well aware of her tendency of targeting her opponents’ midsection in matches and it was something Elena had to avoid for as much as possible. Additionally, the height advantage Katsumi had made it all the more dangerous. Elena had to escape that predicament quick, and she began pondering her option while her skin tight one piece gear, reminiscent of a swimsuit, was being stretched and pulled in the waist lock. And so Elena went for a rather unorthodox reversal, by charging an elbow and attempting to strike Katsumi’s face with it to make sure her opponent would release the hold and think twice about locking another waist lock in…

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi, meanwhile, is feeling her opponent out in as much a direct way as possible. The initial lockup was a key way of seeing where Elena's skills in the more technical side of wrestling lie, but she didn't want to linger in it too long if she saw an opening. Which she did. And which she took. And with Elena's slender body trapped in Katsumi's grip, she's feeling her opponent out in a more literal sense, particularly around the midsection region. The thin singlet isn't doing much to obscure the other girl's abdominal tone, especially as Katsumi works at trying to cave her belly inwards and wear her down.

Small grunts of effort escape her as her opponent squirms and struggles, with Katsumi leaning her upper-body further over Elena's to keep the pressure on. Finally feeling she's found the opportunity to really crank inwards against the blonde's stomach, an elbow suddenly flies back and catches the punkette's face! Her head whips back, hair in a scatter as she recoils.

"Ahn!"

The hold is instantly released, her hands moving to her face protectively.

[ElenaVolkov]

Elena began to feel Katsumi’s hands all over her body and she was not particularly happy about it, as it felt as if her opponent was beginning to test the waters and see just how tight and strong her midsection felt to the touch. Despite wearing the one piece gear, the material was skin tight and left little to the imagination. Katsumi could definitely feel just how tight and toned Elena’s abdomen was, despite her overall frame being rather slim. Elena was a technical wrestler, but sometimes she knew she couldn’t get away of situations with technical stuff. This situation was one of them, and it required a little brute force. Which is why that elbow felt so satisfying to connect, as it left her opponent completely vulnerable and stunned.

Elena’s mind began to race with millions of alternative scenarios on how to follow up off that opening. She immediately went for a cute little forearm shot to Katsumi’s face. Nothing too dangerous, but just enough to push her back a little and potentially stun her a little more. Then, if all went according to plans, Elena would reach for Katsumi’s left wrist, grab it and pull the arm towards her, before ducking underneath it and placing Katsumi’s palm tightly against her chest in a simple, yet well executed arm wringer. Her intent was to keep control of the bout early on, and test her opponent to see if there was an opening she could exploit…

“Mmmpphhhhhhh” Elena would grunt a little, as she would attempt to apply a little pressure on Katsumi’s left shoulder and arm, by twisting it clockwise in wringer…

[CyanDimitrik]

Just as Katsumi is starting to lower her hands from her face, a forearm shot clocks her on the cheekbone! She staggers back another step, arms raising to reassert the defensive posture, only to find her wrist seized and torqued over! Katsumi lurches forward, her body naturally attempting to compensate for the twist as her eyes widen. Her free hand paws over, attempting in futility to reach out towards Elena - but there's no chance she has of actually reaching her.

A pained hiss escapes her as she staggers, attempting to move along with Elena to decrease the amount of strain on the captured limb. But each twist causes her knees to bend and her expression to twist in grimace. Finally, the more recent training she'd undergone to complement her makeover kicks in - she went through several wristlocks, chickenwings, hammerlocks. She hadn't gotten to actually use these skills since her comeback, surprisingly! But now is definitely the time.

Pitching forward in full tilt, Katsumi's free hand braces to the mat and she somersaults over, rolling into the wristlock to naturally unwind and relieve the tension! Smoothly tumbling to her feet again, she turns to face Elena and grabs for her wrist in an effort to finish her turn-about and twist her left arm in a wristlock reversal!

One hand holds her at the wrist, the other hand holds her palm tightly, attempting to raise the hand high into the air and guide Elena down lower to the mat!

[ElenaVolkov]

Elena kept control of the wringer for a bit, reminiscent of her wrestling training and knowing how important it is to set the pace of the match early on. Besides, it was still her debut match in LAW, let’s not forget that. She had to start somewhere and the basics was where she felt right at home. A few good twists on the wrist sent jolts of pain throughout Katsumi’s arm and shoulder, but it wasn’t enough to keep her down of course. Elena felt a reversal was about to come sooner or later but she didn’t fret, instead she let her opponent make her move and waited patiently for it to unfold. A picture perfect somersault was what got Katsumi out of that predicament and Elena couldn’t help but be impressed by it, to the point she had very little room to counter and instead, she was treated by a wrist lock reversal for good measure.

Elena grimaced in pain as Katsumi worked the hold with precision. She tried to use her free arm and hand to pat all over Katsumi’s grip, in an attempt to pry her wrist open but to no avail as her opponent expertly amped up the pressure and amplied an elevated torque that forced Elena down on one knee. Shaking her head in frustration, Elena was kneeling and about to be forced down to the mat and that’s where she surely didn’t want to be.

Yet, since Katsumi was so confident in using technical wrestling against Elena, maybe Elena could answer by stealing a page out of Katsumi’s book. A Quick Look at the referee told Elena that they were right on top of the action, so she probably wouldn’t get away with what was about to do. Yet she went for it anyway, hoping it would get her a mere warning and nothing more. That is, closing down her right fist and sending it right against Katsumi’s exposed midsection in hopes that would free her from the wrist lock and give her back some control.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is content to maintain control over the trapped limb, every second bringing her more comfortable in her position of dominance over the other girl. "Thaaat's right," she coos as she brings the captive hand closer to her cheek. Every inch adds an extra shock of wringing pain along the arm and shoulder, more incentive to lean into it and lie down on the mat.

But then a fist catches her clean in the gut, taking advantage of their close quarters. Katsumi's eyes widen, her body tilting forward to try to absorb the blow to the midsection. Her grip on the limb falters, crossing her middle with her left arm while grimacing.

"Hey! Watch the closed fists!," fusses the referee-girl rather predictably.

While Katsumi nurses her struck stomach, her right arm raises in hopes of clubbing her forearm across the girl's midback in retaliation. It lacks her full force, more focused on protecting herself, but not wanting to sacrifice her full lead!