Julie O'Reilly vs Katsumi Oshiro - Folding Velvet

[Jaystar]

Julie O'Reilly vs Katsumi Oshiro
POW match
Victory only via Extended Pinfall of five-count
No disqualifications
Winner may claim ownership of the loser for the night


Another match, another chance.

That's how Julie O'Reilly was looking at the match laid ahead of her for tonight. She felt ready, content, expectant. From what she could tell, the match wasn't going to be exactly the most standard one, or in other words, the most boring one of matches at all. No, there were some rather spicy stipulations, that stirred up the air of mystery around how things were exactly going to turn out. No disqualifications, extended pinfall as the only victory condition, the POW threat... Sure, many wrestlers could have probably felt apprehensive, or even scared of those rules. And even Julie herself would have probably been much more nervous, if this had been her first match in LAW.

But after what the Irish gingerhead had gone through in this wrestling league so far, matches like these appeared more like the bread and butter for what her role as a wrestler had become. Apparently, this was the kind of genre where she shined in. And truthfully, Julie herself didn't mind about it at all. She was getting comfortable with this. With the unknown, with the stakes, with the ominousness of what laid ahead of her. And if she was perfectly honest, this kind of matches, and this kind of feelings were exactly the ones that had really intrigued and pulled her in to LAW in the first place - regardless of what she might had told Isa at the time.

Besides, unlike her previous opponent, the one she would be facing tonight, Katsumi Oshiro, fought in a much similar size and weight category compared to herself. She must have had a good opportunity to actually win tonight! Although sure, Julie had gathered already some of Katsumi's reputation, or The Punk Princess as they called her, and she knew that the punkette could turn out to be a rather vicious and ruthless at times. But hey, that's how wrestlers more often than not were anyway!

Julie O'Reilly - Entrance Attire:

Entrance theme: Lana Del Rey - Blue Velvet

"Making her way to the ring, from the Emerald Isle of Ireland, standing at a height of five foot and four inches, and weighing in at 115 pounds, she's The Velvet Hood, Julie O'Reilly!"

The soft tunes of Julie's entrance theme filled the arena, and the Velvet Hood made her appearance hopping cheerfully down the ramp. Managing to contain herself and her excitement a bit better than in her prior outings as she was approaching the ring, Julie still had a mischievous smile on her face. Carrying a batch of rope on her other hand, the Irish girl then climbed calmly up a turnbuckle, all the way to the top rope!

Once having gotten up, the Irish girl proceeded with her usual entrance manouvers by loosening her hood so that it finally fell down, revealing her long, thick ginger hair. Smiling at the crowds, she rolled her little lasso up in the air before jumping down, proceeding to leave the rope by her corner for now. She then made her way once more to the opposite corner, climbing again up onto the top rope, and began to loosen and open up the rest of her cape, to finally reveal her fan favorite, rather risqué blue velvety wrestling attire for the crowds to admire!

Julie O'Reilly - Wrestling attire:

Then it was time for the Irish gingerhead to promptly get down from the ropes and proceed into her corner, settling there to wait for her already rather infamous opponent. It was exciting to finally get to see the Punk Princess in flesh - and whether she would be as impressed of Julie's wrestling attire as the crowds usually were!

[CyanDimitrik]

This match... this one was set to be something else. There were almost too many things to keep track of in the match, and Katsumi was doing her best to keep it all straight. First and foremost - no DQ. Her bread and butter. She loved not having to worry about rules, and having the referee only present to count pins or declare submissions. That was just the way she liked it. Second - extended pin only. So clearly the booking was looking for a bit of tawdry spectacle, she's sure. That's why they'd put in these extended pinfalls, isn't it? Granted, Katsumi has subtly indulged in them in the past, especially if she and her opponent had any kind of chemistry. She was finding people seemed to... like her more lately, and that's been an adjustment...

Refocusing!

The final stipulation was a PoW. Management definitely wanted to gin up some headlines from this match, by Katsumi's estimation. Make the girls pin each other down for extended counts, then have one take the other home for... activities. Like chess.

Alright, obviously the PoW stipulation was loaded all to Hell, and Katsumi knew it. But the audience would never really know what happened between them after they left the arena! They could do anything! It could be totally tame! Especially if her opponent turns out to be an uggo.

From the gorilla position, Katsumi is watching the monitor. Foregoing her shades and jacket, she sports only her wrestling gear consistent of garters, boots, trunks, bralet, pads, gloves, and choker. The rest of her figure, from muscled thighs, smoothly streamlined arms, toned, sleek midsection, and a window of her chest, are left completely bare and grapple-friendly. But she's the one staring wide-eyed at the screen, looking at her opponent in the ring. Bra-style top? And.. basically panty-style bottoms? Gold and blue boots? And a velvety smooth, exquisitely toned body to boot? And a pretty face?

Katsumi presses her palm to her face and rubs. This girl... she can't speak to her wrestling talent. But she might be trouble. And she's just the sort of chick she hated when she joined LAW. Her intentions seem so obvious! She's here to be tawdry! That kind of wrestling isn't... wrestling!

But.

If she's being fair, she's been guilty of some indulgence in the somewhat recent past. Dammt, who has she even become at this point...?

Suddenly, her music hits.

Katsumi's Intro Video

The arena is awash in rich purple and green laserlights, dancing in rhythm to the heavy, hard thrums.

The music builds up...

...and with the crescendo of the intro beat, Katsumi Oshiro rushes out on stage, fists raised and nodding first to the left, then right. A shower of cold, amethyst sparks ignites in dazzling array at either side, the crowd receiving her with their typical mixed reaction of raucous boos and dark glee.

Katsumi Oshiro

Her arms slowly lower to the sides until she's giving an exaggerated, animated shrug in the direction of the ring in open judgment of Julie's wardrobe. Or perhaps her, in general. And with an annoyed exhale, she puffs her silky bangs away from her eyes and begins down the ramp, blatantly ignoring the crowd reaching for her at either side of the barricade.

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

By the time it concludes, Katsumi has strolled up the ring's steps and pivoted to lean her back against the ropes. Facing the audience, she lifts her fist and uses the other hand to 'crank' her middle finger up at the crowd, followed with a facetious little air-kiss. "Muah, bitches."

Arching against the cables, Katsumi smoothly flips over them to land gracefully on the mat. And then she's off like a rocket, dashing up the far turnbuckle to pose, feet perched on the middle ropes and knees braced against the tops. Her arms are thrown wide, callously confident smile worn on her otherwise pixie face, basking in the torrent of cheers and boos alike.

Finally, she drops back down to the mat and starts towards Julie, only to be nudged back into the corner by the referee for her pat-down.

"I dunno what you think this is!," Katsumi calls over to the irritatingly beautiful Julie O'Reilly, "But I'm about to wreck you in front'a all these people!"

[Jaystar]

Oh, wow. An intro video. This was new. Interesting!

This girl clearly embraced her role as the Punk Princess. Cool! And based on the clips she saw, she also clearly knew how to take women down. Eh, cool?

Of course, Julie knew that one needed to make as an impressive entrance as they could. No one would make an intro video of themselves jobbing. Maybe that's why she didn't have one herself?

Ehh, no, she didn't just have that thought. Especially as her focus was now on the girl rushing down the ramp amidst sparks, and her fist raised up in the air. Clearly, she was getting a reaction very appropriate for an infamous heel! Surely, or just maybe, this was the night for Julie to be the crowd favorite, having just enchanted them with her illustrous entrance, compared to the darkness and haughtiness of this one?

As Katsumi was closing in on the ringside and momentarily disappearing from view, Julie caught the announcer detailing her statistics. She did note that despite the rather similar size, the punkette did have some advantage on her side... Which in some situations could turn out rather meaningful. And as she had finally made the steps up and was leaning on the ropes, she was already close enough for Julie to tell that her body was no weakling either... Something which wasn't unfamiliar to the Irish girl at all.

She wasn't lacking speed or agility either, based on the acrobatic entrance over the cables, and the explosive charge up the turnbuckle. Into the position from which Julie got an even better look of her toned body and rather muscled thighs... No, the entrance video hadn't been just for show. This punkette obviously knew how to wrestle...

She seemed very keen to come to Julie too though, as soon as she had gotten down from her excessive posing. Oh, why excessive? Based on the mixed reaction, obviously. Julie was certainly in a position to judge, right? Besides, the Irish girl was pretty sure she had won the popularity contest regarding the attires.

Katsumi never made it to Julie though, as the ref pushed her into her corner for the pat-down. But she wasn't hesitating over voicing out her opinions. The question - that was funny. What did she mean "What this was"? Julie knew what this was. What a silly question. And she was about to wreck her in this ring tonight? That was a rather silly and needless statement to make, if one knew what this was. But at least she had made her intentions clear!

Granted, Katsumi may not have come off as someone you wanted to piss off when facing them in the ring. But Julie was feeling mischievous. And besides, with her entrance and the words she'd been using, there wasn't likely anything Julie could have done to make her even angrier than she was already, so engaging in some smack talk was surely warranted, with limited additional downsides.

At first, Julie simply chuckled. Then, she began singing some tunes. "Oh, I came in like a wrecking baallll...." she began, before turning her voice into more neutral again. "Sounds fitting, you surely look like one in that attire!" the gingerhead continued with the first taunt that had occurred to her. And oh, the part of if she knew what this was? "And for your info, this is a no DQ event so the show tonight is called "Tie an uppity punkette up and send her as a neat package back to... Osaka!"" At last second, Julie realized that "Osaka" probably wasn't the cleverest thing to say there, given that they were in Japan... But what the hell. She could just go with it.

Where she wasn't quite keen to go yet though was towards her opponent - the Velvet Hood had remained very comfortably in her own corner thus far.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's wrestled girls for her entire professional career. Ugly ones, real fives out of tens, and even pretty ones. It was never really an issue, wrestling the pretty ones. In fact, she kind of enjoyed it more. Something about beating up and conquering them in the ring felt somehow cathartic. Somehow spiteful. A balm to her dark little heart.

Of course, that was when Katsumi viewed herself as pretty mid. Whether or not the rest of the world saw her that way, she's likely to never know. And psychologists would likely say that the joy she derived out of roughing up the prettier opponents was kind of a form of projection, even jealousy. She'd never admit jealousy over something like that. Ever. But now that she actually likes the way she looks, and has a significantly higher opinion of her own appearance?

Well, she'll still get a somewhat spiteful kick out of beating Julie. But there's no real heat behind it anymore. And that's left the door open to some internal admission that, ugh, Julie's frigging hot. And now that she's seeing her there, in her very bikini-esque wrestling gear, she can clearly see why the stipulations were made the way that they are. Extended pin means a longer match. And longer body contact. No DQ means they likely want her to get extra rough with her. And the PoW...

...well.

She'll give'em what they want. She's down for dismantling this chick. She has absolutely no idea what she'll do with her when she takes her home, though. Why does that feel like the most pressure in this match!?

She catches herself thinking more about that than the opponent presently in front of her. The one who's begun singing Miley Cyrus. Katsumi slowly squints at her. Of course the babyfaced girl-next-door bikini fighter who came in like a Disney princess would sing Miley. Nevermind that was Miley's mental breakdown era!

"Yeah. Right," calls Katsumi back to her, those vibrant green eyes still narrowed on her. "I'm about to make you scream like a cat in heat."

The referee quickly checks Julie, but let's be real. Where would she hide a weapon in that attire? So she moves back to the center ring and motions both fighters forward. And with a swing of the arm, signals the match to begin!

Katsumi trots forward, her gaze still locked on the other girl. Legs spread, balance even, her arms are raised and poised at the ready to grapple and lock up with the other girl. Gold-accented boots skip lightly along the mat, Katsumi starting to circle her, measuring her up and looking for an opportunistic opening.

[Jaystar]

If Julie could have read Katsumi's mind, she would have been puzzled. Yes, the Irish gingerhead did consider herself rather pretty. Yes, she knew that the crowds generally loved her appearance, especially in this attire. If not due to this attire... And yes, she could easily guess that most were going to be enjoying of her looks, regardless of whether she was winning or losing.

But. This was LAW. Everyone here was pretty! Everyone here was hot! Wrestlers were generally only contracted, if the management would deem that they would look good enough in the ring! Heck, for Julie, that was the main reason having gotten her into wrestling in the first place... Getting to tussle with and enjoy of the body contact with lots (and lots) of hot women!

So why would she have caught Katsumi's eye in such magnitude? Why would she be making her to reflect on her looks on such a deep level? Why would have she been so special to her?

Of course, Julie couldn't read Katsumi's mind, so those questions were never actually going to get thought of. What she was thinking of was how the punkette would be reacting to her spicy comeback... And if it would effect her attitude or performance at all.

Frankly, Julie was expecting something big. Something bold. But no. "Yeah, right?" That was it? She probably couldn't even hide a hint of puzzlement becoming visible on her face. Sure, the punkette continued with the threat of making her scream too... But frankly, that was something Julie had heard the last time when some guy had made a desperate, and doomed attempt at hitting her in a night club.

"Make me scream, huh? Well baby come on, I'm all ready..." the gingerhead finally managed to let out in a sassy tone as she began approaching her opponent too. Did Julie really have any lewd intentions behind her words? No. But they were simply a comeback that felt witty in the heat of the moment. Something that could potentially rile her opponent up even further... Especially if she was the kind to take things very seriously.

*DING!*

As the referee had signaled the match to begin prompting the bell to ring, Julie approached Katsumi rather tentatively, trying to really assess the capabilities and approach of her opponent, while wanting to not get caught off guard by anything either. Luckily, it appeared that the punkette was having a rather tentative approach too... At least if the gingerhead was interpreting the way she began circling her correctly. Of course, Julie wanted to keep herself on the move as well, resulting in the two opponents basically circling each other in the ring together... While notably, Katsumi raised her arms ready for a lock-up, almost like as an invitation for Julie.

The Velvet Hood took yet again another look at the punkette's body from head to toes, wanting to assess what she was seeing once more. Now, would it be a wise idea to engage in the grapple with the Punk Princess? Probably not really. Did Julie want to get closer to her, and engage in the grapple? Hell yeah. Could she resist the temptation? Hell no.

Gradually, Julie got closer and closet to Katsumi. "Can't wait to get your hands on me, huh?" she teased mischievously one more time, before attempting to lock up with the punkette. Julie wanted to actually get a feel for her power and strength, and to engage properly in the lock-up at least for a moment, wanting to see if she could push the black-haired girl backwards at all... But she was also mentally preparing to become slippery and bail out from the grapple towards the side, if it started to feel like the Punk Princess would have begun easily overpowering and gaining control of her.

[CyanDimitrik]

The comeback is met with a crinkling of Katsumi's button nose. She isn't sure what she was expecting, in hindsight. Make a vaguely sexual threat to the chick who's wrestling in glorified lingerie, get a sexualized.. non-threat?.. in response.

Whatever!

The fact that it was kind of throwing her was annoying by itself. She, perhaps unlike Julie, assuredly did not see every female in LAW as attractive. There were some real Bowsers out there. There were some who were, as aforementioned, mid - as she had considered herself to be, prior to her makeover - and there are pretty ones. Then there are those who are egregiously attractive. Distractingly so. Unfortunately, Julie falls into that latter category, and clearly has some idea about it.

It would bother her a little, if not for the fact that Julie seems humored about it. Katsumi can work with that. Heck, it makes things even a little more fun.

Hands slap to skin, and the pair lock up with one another. Katsumi doesn't shy back from her from the start, as her intention is quite similar to Julie's - she wants to see what she's working with. To gauge her strength. So she carefully tries to match her strength to the ginger's, her back arching, her core tensed and flexed to stand her ground and keep them in a tense, tight stalemate for an exciting pause, the cameras flashing around them wildly.

With her face close enough to Julie's to share the breezy whisk of breath against one another's lips, the Punkette cracks a grin at her. "Looks like.. I forgot.. today was.. wear-a-bikini-to-work day..!," she chides.

"Tell ya what..."

She begins putting more effort into the lockup, gradually attempting to gain ground and leaning herself more tightly towards Julie.

"...since I gotta.. take ya home.. and look at'cha all night.. I'll try to not hurt your face too bad!"

Her hands squeeze, one to the girl's shoulder, the other sliding a little higher to her bicep.

"It's kind'a nice.. like.. maybe a six... or a low seven..!"

[Jaystar]

So far, Julie had managed to keep on the mischievous, rather fearless act going, and certainly hadn't been left in second place with some verbal sparring with her veteran opponent. She also had a resonably credible plan in her mind to feel her opponent out at first, before utilizing her slippiness and speed to her advantage, and disappear from Katsumi's sight. She just needed to detect the perfect moment to do so, to strike the perfect balance between gaining as much information as possible in the lock-up, and still not risking any tricky consequences from it...

Turns out, Katsumi wasn't that easy to play with. She knew the game. And she knew exactly how to play someone like Julie in the ring.

Julie's perfect moment never came. She could never detect the moment when Katsumi was starting to push just hard enough for her to mark the time to bail out. She could never sense when the balance in the lock-up was changing decisively to one way or another... Instead, the Punk Princess managed to curate a perfect stalemate, where Julie got to see her body tensing, flexing and arching in an intriguing way amidst the mutual gauging of strength, and the Irish gingerhead's own body showed the same telltale signs of controlled exertion - even if it was eventually rather evident for the hungry eyes and lenses that her own body wasn't quite as toned as the punkette's.

Besides, Katsumi did have a cleverly inconspicuous way of closing her body in with Julie's along the way. Once the Velvet Hood could feel the Japanese girl's breath on her lips, suddenly she wasn't any longer in such a hurry to go anywhere.

She also decided to say some words. Words that finally leveled up her verbal game. And frankly, Julie became so intrigued to hear all that she was going to be having to say, that letting her position and leverage in the lock-up slip was a price she was willing to pay for it. Especially as she began already talking about taking Julie home... The gingerhead's imagination starting to run didn't help her focus on the physical task at hand.

Katsumi's advance was gradual, but still notable. Step by step she was pressing her body closer to Julie's, her hands eventually finding her shoulder and bicep... And also triggering some token resistance from the Irish girl. But there was no escape... The punkette's mental and physical efforts combined to manage asserting control over the gingerhead, who ultimately found her slender figure pressed between the ring ropes and the black-clad girl's own body.

But finally, it was time to reply to the punkette. "Bikini? Honey, I'm not that trashy..." the gingerhead began with a rather flirty, yet very fake insulted tone. By this time she was staring right into Katsumi's eyes, and the girl from Osaka could certainly feel Julie's words on her lips too. "Even if trashy might actually be just your type, miss nine..." she then continued, in a mixed attempt at taunting and flirting... Before realizing to ask herself, why was she doing so exactly? This wasn't the moment to cease defiance just yet. She needed some corrective action. "I wonder how trashy you'll end up looking, packaged with my rope collection, though..." the gingerhead concluded in a rather feisty and confident, yet cooing tone...

...even if it didn't probably look to anyone like she was in a position to act or feel particularly feisty or confident any longer. And even Julie herself had to deep down admit to herself, that she had already let herself get trapped.

[CyanDimitrik]

Step. Step. Step. Every gradual advance is a gradual retreat for her opponent. The pressure to continue backwards, each time Katsumi places one foot in front of the other - finally resulting in the rewarding sensation of the ginger's back pressed into the ropes. The immediate flash of concern is quickly discarded; there are no DQ's in this match. She could keep her opponent there all night if she wanted. So now there's no rush in changing positions, no forced and arbitrary abandonment of her advantage.

Katsumi leans closer, until the curvature of her chest lightly presses into Julie's. One hand slides down from her shoulder to mirror the other's placement on her bicep, all while listening to her talk. Her gaze remains trained steadily on Julie's, studying her with a sharp interest. As she speaks, the corner of her lips draws further into a smile, but not exactly a pleasant one - predatory; sinister; plotting. She called her a nine.

A nine.

When before her makeover, she would have given herself maybe a five. A generous six.

The glow-up did wonders for her self-confidence in that arena, but hearing that validation from an opponent hits all the right notes. She'll have to reward her for that somehow. But in this moment, she knows what she has to do.

Lean into it.

And her.

Katsumi shifts forward, aligning her body against Julie's fully. Not only is it more pressure against the other girl's chest, but Katsumi's stomach presses into Julie's, even her hips meet the other girl's, all while trying to guide those arms up and over the top rope behind her.

Her lips near Julie's ear, each word a small breeze of warmth against her skin. "A ten is a ten no matter where she is," she purrs as she moves her hands to Julie's wrists. And then, a sudden pull on those hooked arms! The rope leveraged against them would strain the joints at the shoulders and elbows, the cable itself digging roughly into the upper-arms! Katsumi's head turns just a little, letting her cheekbone brush the other girl's cheek as she presumably suffers in a wicked little nuzzle.

"You'll be more my type when you're screamin' my name and begging me for mercy~," she adds.

[Jaystar]

If you had asked Julie, she could have never guessed that Katsumi would have considered herself anything other than a ten. Not only was she pretty with a sexy, toned, hot body and an attire to go with it, but her confidence in the ring that Julie had already witnessed so far was a heavy proponent for such an assumption too. In fact, calling her a nine... That had mostly been meant to be kind of an insult! Not a too mean one, but still... A taunt, at least.

Not that it was becoming too easy to issue taunts any longer though. Even if she wasn't supposed to be happy in this position, even if she was supposed to be putting on a hell of a fight... The feeling of Katsumi's chest pressing against hers, her hands taking control of her biceps, and the predatory gaze settling on her, almost like eating her alive with her bare eyes...

Damn. She was getting into enjoying this way too much. Way too easily, way too fast. She really had to up her game now!

Or, at least that was a good principle. Good advice to take. If she simply could... If the Osakan hottie wasn't actively detecting all of her thoughts, and pressing against her whole body even tighter now... Her chest, her belly, her hips, her biceps...

Damn. It had been a too long time since someone had touched Julie like this... In or out of the ring.

Not that it had necessarily been that long yet though.. But to tell the truth, Julie was already so under the spell of Katsumi's body contact, that she did not detect at all the pickle the Japanese girl was guiding her arms into. Only after having gotten confirmation that her assessment of Katsumi's image of herself had been indeed valid, was the Irish girl woken up from her spell.

"Aaaaghhh!" A sudden cry of pain broke the illusion of a more sensual tussle, as Julie's hooked arms were promptly pulled forward! The gingerhead realized immediately that she was stuck, feeling the rope digging into her joints and skin... And Katsumi's cheek brushing gently against her own. This time though, the pain was an effective reminder, that the gentleness was simply a ruse to get Julie exactly where the punkette wanted.

Katsumi's subsequent words were an effective reminder too. Honestly, Julie had no doubt over that being exactly what the Japanese girl aimed to do... And finally convinced herself that she needed to start putting up a fight!

"I'll... Never... Surrender... To you!" the Irish girl replied through gritted teeth... While still being technically at a loss of ideas on how exactly to start putting up the fight, and escape her tricky position. Only thing she could think of was to start wrapping her own leg around Katsumi's other one... Perhaps she could try to use it for tripping the punkette up soon enough?

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi has never had any sort of education when it comes to being sultry or seductive. No lessons learned outside of movies or television. Certainly no parental guidance, perish the thought! Their idea of it was knowing which silverware to use, how best to address important foreign people, and why she shouldn't punch people who annoy her. Every guy that liked her tended to be lame and timid or a hyper-aggressive douche. Not a lot to glean from that! And the whole female attraction thing, that in itself is new!

So everything here? Simple instinct and impulse, with a dash of wiliness. She wanted to brush up against Julie. She wanted to touch cheek-to-cheek with her. The feedback she got from the girl fed into it as a sort of encouragement. But in the end, it was always destined for pain - as with all relationships with the Punk Princess, historically! Except this time, it's deliberate!

Still holding the other girl by the wrists, she eases just enough to let Julie take a couple breaths. She kind'a likes the defiance. It's more fun when an opponent has some spark, some fire! Julie's leg slips around Katsumi's, not going unnoticed, but rather earning a brief downwards look. The immediate and natural assumption is that it's meant to trip her! But as long as she's holding those wrists, a fall would probably be even more painful for her!

The vivid emerald gaze flicks back up to those bright blues. "Never say never," she coos. And then she's leaning back again, pulling hard on the wrists to try to wrench another scream from her, relishing the telltale sound of an effective and painful hold. Not that this match could end in anything but a prolonged pinfall, this is just for wearing the girl out and making her more pliable!