Standard match:
Match ends via Pinfall, Submission, Count Out, DQ, or KO
Alright. Match time!
Dash Sealgair, one of the newer Young Lionesses to the league, a second generation wrestler of mixed scottish and korean decent, was backstage, putting the finishing touches on her outfit, the rainbow haired fighter latched up her boots, made sure her kneepads and gloves were tight, and checked her hair in the mirror, making sure the rainbow colored spikes were properly gelled and stiff, and that her tight and revealing outfit was nice and snug, perfectly showing off her lithe form and slight curves, pressing tight against her body.
This was going to be only Dash's third match in the league since joining, and so far, she was doing alright for herself. She was 1-1 in matches, which wasn't bad for a rookie, given lots of Young Lionesses tended to lose a lot of their early matches, and she'd taken every opportunity in those matches to show herself off for the crowd, either with her fast paced, high energy style and moveset, or with her beautiful young body, the 18 year old learning how to flaunt herself, both the the crowd and her opponents. While it hadn't gotten her very popular yet, she was starting to get some attention and buzz, and was looking to continue that by winning her match tonight!
"Alright!" She told her reflection in the mirror, the brony-loving fighter turning her hip and wiggling her butt in the mirror, grinning at the sight of her "cutie mark", a cloud with a rainbow over it, tattooed onto her lower butt cheek, just visible under her short shorts, taking comfort and strength from the image, before turning to look back at her reflection, clapping both hands against her cheeks. "We're gonna do this! We're gonna go out there, and kick the butt of whatever hot girl they send against me!"
With that pep talk done, Dash was called by production agents, telling her that her match was up and her music was about to be played.
her theme began to play, the jaunty and upbeat pan-flute playing, a celtic tune, fitting of the culture she grew up with, and soon enough, Dash would run out onto the stage, the energetic teen bouncing around on her heels as she came down the ramp, high fiving whatever fans were willing to stick their hands out as she got a mild, but polite, reaction from the crowd.
Soon reaching the ring, she slipped under the ropes, entering the ring and hopping on the middle rope, blowing a kiss out to the crowd before hopping back in the ring, bouncing on her heels as she awaited her opponent! Spoiler
A Young Lioness? Katsumi hadn't even paid attention to that roster. To her, they were still in training; the lil' rascals. Developmental in LAW must be a bizarre thing, though, given the way much of the wrestling goes in this federation. Katsumi had the benefit of a more straightforward training when she was eighteen. And that worries her; not for her sake, but for the others'! Oh god, what are they putting those fresh-faced newblets through?! Are they being... tawdry with them!?
No way. She doesn't know the first thing about this Dash girl other than she has kind of a superhero name and is obviously a gaijin. That and she's the same age as her when she started out. She doesn't know what her training or previous matches looked like. She doesn't know if LAW is even taking them seriously. But by her estimation, LAW likely thought they were going to feed this young up-and-comer to a shark, and let the audience revel in witnessing the hopes and dreams of a teenager get crushed.
Well. Screw that.
Katsumi can't call herself a good person. She has tremendous doubts about that. She seems to mess up at every turn, without ever realizing what she's done until it's too late. But tonight? She can make sure this opponent of hers makes a lasting impression. It'll be tricky, trying to do it without demeaning her. And she's sure as Hell not going to let this girl win, that's out of the question; she has her own career to worry about, and taking a fall here tonight to someone in developmental would surely alter her trajectory straight into the dumpster. But she can do other things. Wily things. She can be the kind of person that makes the audience rally behind the teen.
Hearing their polite reaction to her opponent causes Katsumi's lips to twist. With a flick of the wrist, she deftly deploys her sunglasses to slot over her eyes.
"Don't worry, baby bear. I got you."
The arena lights dim until the arena is an ocean of black, sparkling with camera flash. Then the heavy strums of an electric guitar fill the air, green and purple laserlights dancing and fanning along the entrance ramp. The titantron fades in a pair of vivid green feline eyes over a moonlit sky. Her name shimmers into existence around the eyes, completing her logo. Katsumi's Intro Video
Just when the music kicks into high gear and her highlight reel begins playing, Katsumi rushes out from backstage and into full view. Arms are raised, head tipped back, and she spins a quick circle, showing off her slender, athletic figure in leather jacket under the radiance of the spotlight. The audience pops, with the more vicious in the crowd roaring their approval in anticipation of what's to come, while other, more well-adjusted types cascade their scorn over her, booing loudly. Granted, a third subset is going wild over the Punk Princess just for the flawless skin, luxurious, silky hair, and trim, toned body. Katsumi's Entrance Attire
Suddenly, she points sharply ahead at the ring, singling out her opponent. And the finger lifts, only to wag side to side, accompanied with a little tsking headshake. She starts forward with an arrogantly confident strut, quickly lifting her palms to either side, somehow both acknowledging and dismissing the audience simultaneously.
"And her opponent!," begins the announcer. "Making her way to the ring! Standing at a height of five feet, seven inches! Weighing in at one hundred, twenty-four pounds! The Punk Princess! KATSUMIIIII! OOOOOSHIROOOO!"
Katsumi trots up the steel steps to the corner of the ring, paces the apron to center herself, and faces out over the audience she'd just walked past. Her left fist raises before her. Her right fist moves beside that. And she cranks. Slowly. Gradually producing a middle finger to the crowd, followed with a taunting smile. Naturally, this sort of behavior is unacceptable. The boos get louder as the audience voices their disdain. Her back arches over the top rope, legs kicking up to rotate smoothly into the ring, where she lands, spreads her arms, and strolls around the ring's edge, basking in their mixture of hate and wild approval. It's all energy to her. It's all positive. She loves every moment of it.
Passing by Dash, she pauses to give her a blatantly judgmental, even theatric once-over, before leaning over the ropes near the comms desk.
"Microphone!"
"What?"
"MICROPHONE, jackass!"
Scrambling, one of the commentators hurries to get a microphone into her waiting hand.
Katsumi moves to the center of the ring, free hand raised to soothe the audience into a little less volume. "Lemme get this straight," she begins. "They're putting me in here... with you?"
She turns to Dash, motioning towards her with a hand.
"Serious question! Just who did you piss off to wind up here?" Instantly, the free hand snaps its fingers to cut off any response. "Doesn't matter! Because now we've got a problem! See, I'm on my way to the top. And you..." The hand waves, gesturing vaguely to indicate Dash's entire person. "...you look like a preteen girl's power fantasy! Like some dork's trapper-keeper from the '90s!"
"Listen, I know you're too young to have a fully formed brain, but what are you thinking!? That you're gonna step into the ring and be gal-pals with your opponent?! Newsflash, you fucking Crayola mascot! You're not looking at the sweet, meek little girl-next-door! I'm not the Kindness Queen! I'm not the Decency Duchess! I'm the Punk! Princess!"
She stalks closer to Dash as she continues. "Violence is my art, and this ring is my canvas! And I'm lookin' at my newest paintbrush!"
Now normally, one might expect a cheap shot here. Perhaps even just to toss the microphone out and get to work. But instead, the microphone is subtly tilted towards Dash in offering. The sunglasses are preventing any non-verbal cues from being communicated with a look, but perhaps Dash is savvy enough to catch Katsumi is giving her a chance to say something back.
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Her first thought, was that her opponent had pretty cool theme music.
Her second thought, when she saw her opponent, Katsumi Oshiro, actually make her entrance, was that she looked cool, having a bitchin jacket, sweet ring gear, and long beautiful hair. Totally a badass look, one that Dash could enjoy and respect.
...and then Katsumi opened her mouth and spoke, and Dash's third thought was that her opponent was... kind of a total JERK!
The rainbow haired warrior frowned, crossing her arms as Katsumi ran her down on the mic, getting louder boos as some fans in the arena started siding with Dash just because Katsumi was riding her down so much. Finally, when she stopped talking, Dash noticed quickly that from the way she was holding the microphone and how it was pointing towards her...
Dash took the hint, took a step towards her opponent... and kicked upwards with one foot, the flat of her boot hitting the handle of the microphone and sending it flipping upwards in a small arc, and Dash, after a quick side-step to re-position herself, reached out with her hand and caught the mic, which was still live, getting a small smattering of impressed applause before she spoke, her naturally light and pleasant voice sounding confident and without trepidation of her opponent.
"So...first off, Hi, I'm Dash... and I'm getting a rather strong feeling that you don't like me." She said, smirking at her opponent and shrugging at her implication. "That's fine really. Maybe you don't like me cause I'm young, or cute, or cause I got a sweet cutie mark tattoo..." She turned around, giving her cute butt a shake and pulling back part of her bottoms to show the rainbow tattoo on her adorable butt cheek, before turning back around and pointing at Katsumi. "But that's all right, it doesn't matter what ridiculous or silly reasons you have to dislike me, because AFTER this match his done, you'll have a perfectly valid reason to not like me. That reason being that you lost to me, were pinned by me right in the middle of this ring, in only my third. match. ever. and that's going to be soooo embarrassing for you that this entire crowd is gonna Laugh and laugh and laaaaaaauuuugh!"
She exclaimed, extending that last word to make sure her opponent was paying attention, before tossing the mic down to the mat and bouncing on her feet, waiting for the bell to ring so they could get started!
Ah, that look. That. Look. Katsumi's had plenty of time to get used to it. That look of fascination turning into disgust. Interest turning into disdain. A part of her really hates that look. Particularly when she gets it outside of the ring. She never can tell why she's getting the look in those cases, and it usually precedes a bit of heartache. But inside the ring, that's a whole other story. It's not always on purpose, but it's always to a great end. She's getting under people's skin, or riling up the crowd, or doing something right!
And here, now, that look tells her this new girl didn't miss the memo. She wasn't one of those twerps who came to the ring expecting everyone to be all nice. Or, even if she did, she had the flexibility to adapt when it clearly wasn't the case. She can work with that! And in a way that benefits them both!
The kick, however, that was unexpected.
"Uack!" It's an undignified sound, born of pure surprise and a kneejerk concern for not breaking expensive equipment. Normally she wouldn't care, assuming it was her doing the breaking! But as a girl who owns microphones, they ain't cheap! But the moment passes quickly, and Katsumi recomposes herself with fists planted to her narrow hips and lips twisted into a judgmental little scowl.
Dash turns and presents her posterior, and Katsumi's mouth gapes, looking at the rainbow brand. "Oh, honey," she says, nothing saccharine about the statement. There's so much disbelief and vicarious shame in her voice that it may as well be a McRib. The mark may not have landed quite the same way with her. Tattoos are forever. This chick got a rainbow on her butt.
She moves on from it quickly, as the microphone is dropped to the mat. Hey, she had more to say! But lacking the volume for the entire arena, she instead opts to be a bit more theatric. Pushing forward to bully her chest against Dash's, Katsumi retorts, "Yeah, whatever, loved you in the Incredibles, bro," she taunts, hoping the hovering cameras catch all of that. "Just try not to run away when I turn up the heat!"
By this point, the referee girl is inserting her arms between them, focused primarily on Katsumi to try to coax her back into her corner. Katsumi, of course, complies - albeit putting on a Hell of a show of being reluctant about it. But once she's back in her corner, she shrugs out of the jacket and plucks the shades from her eyes. With another flick, the legs are folded and they're tucked into the jacket before dropping the bundle outside onto the apron. Katsumi Oshiro, ready to go!
At last, Katsumi stands mostly exposed, her svelte figure wrapped in black and gold. Trim waist bare, smooth arms, toned thighs - the cheer in the crowd ramps up a bit. But just as she'd hoped, the majority of the cheering is for Dash, while most of the scorn is directed into her personal corner. That's the first step in helping her get her career going; something no one did for her starting out. Weird as it is, given her approach, the Punk Princess is trying to do something good for her.
As the night progresses, it'll just become harder to recognize is all.
Still, as the referee pats her down, the girl's newly-bared eyes are locked on the other girl across from her. She can appreciate her look, her style. She is cute. Her youth just emphasizes it. Pretty smile, fresh face, perky hair - she's surprised people aren't more responsive. Katsumi might've publicly ridiculed her or been antagonistic, but secretly? She could see herself liking the tomboy. She's already attracted to her.
Katsumi quickly glances aside, catching that thought. Now is definitely not the time to be scoping out the competition. Not in that way.
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Unaware of her opponent subtly checking her out from across the ring, Dash leaned into her corner, waiting for the bell to ring as the referee, having cleared Katsumi of having any weapons on her, comes and does the same checks on her, finding nothing and signaling that things were ready, set, and the opening bell would ring soon after, serving as the GO for both fighters!
Immediately, Dash came out from her corner, putting her arms up in a grappling stance and stepping out to the middle of the ring, looking to start things up with a simple collar and elbow lock up. A basic way of opening things for sure, but a calculated move as well. Rather than live up to her namesake and just dash in all head strong and face-first towards her foe, Dash wanted to test her opponent, try and get her into a lock up and see which of the beautiful and slim women would be more effective in a grappling contest.
Did...she just think the word "beautiful" to describe her opponent? Well...okay, maybe, yeah, and in fairness, she wasn't exactly wrong, as Katsumi had quite a rocking body to go with her irreverent and "in your face" personality, but she quickly put such thoughts out of mind. This wasn't a hentai match after all, she had to make sure she was focusing on beating her opponent, not playing with them!
"You game for a little grappling? Or would you prefer fists and feet in the teeth instead?" Dash asked, trying to sound confident, if not intimidating, given her hair and small stature was unlikely to actually intimidate.
The sound of the bell quickly pulls Katsumi's focus forward again, zeroing in on her opponent. She leans out of the corner, braced for a charge. She expected a charge. Hell, the girl's name is Dash. But she's pleasantly surprised to find that she's taking a more measured approach. She isn't sure why, specifically - she'd like to believe it's because she radiates a dangerous aura, and she's wanting to get a feel for her. But it could also be that she doesn't favor zipping hither and yon about the ring as she would've assumed. Either way! The prospect is presented, the opening given, and Katsumi isn't going to disappoint her.
She is, however, going to make a show of it.
A couple steps are taken, and the punkette props her gloved fists to her hips and leans forward, as if inspecting her incredulously. She then paces a couple steps to the side, gaze hooded and giving her bombastic side eye. A couple nods, as if approving - or perhaps more to the point, deigning to indulge - the invitation to lock up. And so, the technician closes the final gap in a sudden burst, hands moving with precision to immediately catch the teenager's collar with her left hand, and her elbow with the right.
Fingers press tightly against Dash's skin and Katsumi steels her frame. The muscletone through her thighs and biceps tense, her core flexed to withstand what she fully expects to be an initial push, to meet her pound for pound. Leaned forward, her face is brought significantly closer to Dash's, vivid green eyes locked with her wide, youthfully expressive, colorful pools. But with a push of her right hand and a sidelong weave, Katsumi attempts to transition from the lockup and smoothly reposition herself behind Dash's back. Arms would quickly snap around the girl's narrow waist, with forearms compressing tightly against her belly. Katsumi's hips press hard against Dash's backside, the swell of her breasts behind her shoulders, and arms steadily squeezing in the waistlock.
Dash watched as her opponent came forward, seemingly about to accept the lock up, only to take her sweet time with it, looking like she was INSPECTING her form, as if she didn't know how to do a lock up...and was that a SIDE EYE!? Is this girl throwing shade without even saying anything!?
Then suddenly, Katsumi dove in, quickly latching onto Dash's shoulders and arm to reciprocate her lock up, with Dash, surprised, but luckily still alert and quick, immediately pushing against her opponent, her opponent pushing back, thighs flexing, feet bracing themselves against the mat as the two girls pushed against each other, eyes locked with each other...and while Dash didn't blink, gazing into the lovely eyes of her beautiful opponent...she did blush, just a tinge of red on her pale cheeks!
"...I'm not gonna-WOAH!"
Whatever Dash wasn't going to do was suddenly wiped from her mind as, to her surprise, Katsumi broke up the lockup, taking advantage of Dash's surprise to suddenly slip in DIRECTLY behind the rainbow haired teenager, arms snapping around her waist, with Dash gasping as suddenly, she felt her opponents body press up against her own from behind, causing her to yelp and blush just a LITTLE bit more as she felt a pair of firm slim hips press against her cute butt, and a pair of breasts press against her back, though it didn't stop her from struggling, grabbing at the arms around her waist and squirming about.
"Gah! You caught me! This isn't "Catch a babe and take her home" day, I'll get out of this!" She exclaimed in response!
Success! Katsumi's arms lock around Dash's waist, locking the teenager back against her. The squirming and struggling is to be expected, and Katsumi huddles herself tighter against the other girl's back to maintain that dominant position. Biceps flex, and her arms pull in tighter along Dash's naked belly, testing the firmness of any abdominal definition she may sport. After all, it's Katsumi's favorite target is usually the stomach - she likes to know what she's working with. The toughness, durability, if it happens to be an exploitable weakness...
Dash's remark brings her attention back to the fore. Leaning forward, the Punkette presses her chest harder behind Dash's shoulders, trying to bend her forward a bit more. "It could'a been!," she replies impishly. "Could'a been one of those P-O-W's!"
Suddenly, Katsumi rears back with the hold and twists at the waist, attempting to take Dash down to the mat chest-first beneath her! Or at least onto all fours! Either way, her intention is to go down with her, knees spreading to better control the grapple. Her inner-thighs set along Dash's outer-thighs, her hips tight against her rear, and arms cinching up a little harder into the rainbow-haired teen's stomach.
With a toss of her hair to send the silken tresses more to the left shoulder, Katsumi leans in closer to Dash's ear. "But I would'a won that already, sweetpea," she chides - finally with just a hint of playfulness to her voice.
