Shizuka Matou [D] vs. Katsumi Oshiro

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Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout

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At last, the time had come. After plenty of drills and sparring in the Young Lioness Program, it was finally time for Shizuka Matou to take her first step into a LAW ring, on the night of a big show. It wasn't her first time wrestling - she had, after all, partaken in apartment bouts before coming to the League - but this would definitely be a step up. Here, she'd be in a higher-production affair, under bright lights, in an arena surrounded by more cheering fans than she could ever have anticipated.

It was an intimidating thought, for someone who had never wrestled in front of much of a crowd before. But what was even more intimidating was that Shizuka would now be going up against fully trained, skilled professional wrestlers. She knew her opponent was a member of the main roster - and she knew full well that she was not expected to win this match. Her opponent would have leagues more experience, and know moves that Shizuka wouldn't even be able to fathom. Victory wasn't really why she was here - she was here to get experience working in front of a crowd, knowing her way around the ring, and performing under pressure.

But even then, Shizuka was going to give it her best shot. That was what she vowed to herself as she sucked in a deep breath. With her mother Yuna being a big name in LAW, she was under a lot of pressure to live up to her example. But, as she pushed her glasses up her nose, she reminded herself that she wouldn't get anywhere by holding back. If the people wanted to see what the next generation of the Matou family could bring, Shizuka would make sure this outing was worth their time.

"Coming first to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan! Standing at 5'3, weighing 123 pounds, and making her debut in LAW tonight! SHIZUKAAAAA MATOU!!"

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At the sound of her name being called, Shizuka stepped out onto the entrance ramp. She put her boldest face forward, holding a fist up in the air. A few of the fans, recognizing her last name, cheered - though others snickered at the sight that she hardly possessed her mother's figure. Still, she grit her teeth, keeping her focus trained on the ring as she marched toward it and slipped in under the ropes. As she straightened herself to her feet, she stopped and cracked her knuckles - she just needed to do her best.

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The lights dim down, casting the stadium in darkness speckled with camera flash. Heavy guitar strums begin to pour from the arena PA, with vivid green and purple lasers dancing along the stage and ramp's edge. The titantron comes alive with Katsumi's logo, a pair of green felid eyes and her name in gnarly, stylized purple, fades in against an ominous moonlit sky.

Katsumi's Intro Video

When the music's preamble hits its pumping crescendo, Shizuka's rival for the evening steps out into view. Her athletically slender body is generously exposed in no small thanks to the wrestling gear she wears; a pair of hip-hugging black trunks circled with a gold-studded belt, a similarly gold-studded bralet, strappy, punky boots with gold accents, and a pair of black knee and elbowpads, with black gloves. A color scheme is obviously at play here. However, her upper-body is wrapped in a leather jacket, and a pair of sunglasses rests perched upon her button nose.

The Entrance Attire

She props one fist against her hip and thrusts the other into the air, resulting in a burst of brilliant amethyst cold sparks showering around her. The audience drowns her in a mixture of praise and scorn, split heavily between two distinct camps in the crowd. Despite the overwhelming response, the commentators are quick to point something out: she does not look happy.

Katsumi had been working hard to establish herself since her makeover. It wasn't simply cosmetic, though those who knew the spritely punkette before may be hard-pressed to even recognize her anymore. Hair grown out in luxurious, silky tresses, a new superstar-quality set of gear, the works. Everything worked to cut the gemstone of her looks out of the rough rock bed that originally signed up with LAW, and she was abundantly aware of it. Though she may not overtly acknowledge it, she loves that she's getting more lingering looks, even swoons. Tough exterior aside, it's the prettiest Katsumi's ever felt her entire life.

The irritation, however, comes from the other side of her personal renovation. Because that other side was a noticeable uptick in training. Though she'll never truly get away from her brutish, rough nature, she's no longer merely a barbarian. She's a technician. Slick, savvy, and vicious. And she's been working twice as hard to push for the top, to finally lay her hands on gold and justify... everything.

But here she is. Staring down what she believes to be a newbie in the ring. Yet again being used as the rookie welcoming committee. This match is expected to go a certain predictable, if unsurprising way. No one expects it to move the needle. She hates that. So with a slam of her right fist into her left palm, she decides she's going to make this match memorable. She's going to make sure it's one people will talk about.

"And her opponent!," begins the announcer. "Standing at a height of five feet, seven inches, and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds! From Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess! KATSUMIIIIII! OOOOSHIIROOOO~!"

Katsumi struts down the ramp with hips asway, confident, aloof, and focused on the girl in the ring. Both hands are raised with palms held out to either side somehow acknowledging and dismissing both haters and fans simultaneously. Upon reaching the ring, she grabs the middle rope to swing herself up smoothly on the apron. Then, gripping the top rope, she vaults neatly overtop to land on the mat with a soft bounce, light on her feet.

Though her eyes are hidden behind those shades, the turn of her head is locked onto Shizuka as she passes by on her way to the far turnbuckle. It's a quick, annoyed staredown. And then up the turnbuckle she rushes, perching with boots poised upon the middle ropes, arms spread wide to either side presenting herself to the raucous crowd.

Finally, she hops down from the corner post and makes her way to her corner. The shades are plucked from her face at their corner, and with a quick flick of the wrist, are folded up and tucked away into an inner pocket of the jacket. Then the jacket is shed, shedding the extra layer in preparation for the match. After depositing the jacket out to the ring apron, she turns to plant her back against the pads and hang her arms over the top ropes at either side, striking emerald eyes affixed to the smaller girl across the ring from her.

Katsumi Oshiro, minus the smile!

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The referee, blissfully unaware of any brewing animosity, just gives her the typical pat-down!