The day had finally arrived. At long last, Stacy Celestial would make her debut. She had waited her whole life for this moment, trained so hard for so long and worked her way up... all for this moment. She had seen Katsumi wrestle a few times, but hadn't studied her much, and given she hadn't known for more than an hour who her opponent would be in her debut, she was mentally kicking herself for the oversight. "This is your moment, you can't lose focus!" she told herself, dancing in place. As her entrance music hit the arena, her heart leapt to her throat and she nearly stumbled before appearing on the ramp.
The crowd gave light cheers at the mostly unknown Stacy, though she had a few fans from her humble beginnings as she waved and made her way to the ring at a brisk pace, still trying to calm down as she adjusted her sparkly top. Stacy knelt down, took one more deep breath, and waited in the corner of the ring. "Lets see what you have for me, Katsumi!" She shouted confidently as she stretched and waited, eager to begin the dream that started so many years ago.
That's when the lights in the arena dimmed down low.
Heavy electric guitar strums fill the arena, and an array of purple and green laser lights begin to pulse in rhythm. The titantron comes alive with the image of Katsumi's sizzle reel video... The Video
"And her opponent!," begins the ring announcer. "Standing at a height of 5'7", and weighing in at one hundred twenty-four pounds! From Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess herself! KATSUMI! OOOOSHIIIIROOOO!"
It's timed to perfection. Just as the song picks up with her highlights, her name is called. And like an evil genie, she appears, dashing into view with arms thrown wide to usher in an intense mixture of cheers and boos alike. The sound is raucous, wall-shaking, and whether vitriolic or showering her in praise, it's empassioned. No one present doesn't have a strong opinion about Katsumi.
And she revels in it.
With head tipped back, radiant smile brightening the pixie features of her face, she basks in the sheer mass and volume of it all, letting it pass through her, energize her. And today, she's foregoing her typical leather jacket and shades spiel. No, today she wanted to meet her opponent with less theatrics. Thus, she stands bathed in the spotlight with her sleekly trim, toned figure generous exposed in the gold-studded bralet, snug trunks, and gold-accented boots. Katsumi Oshiro
When her head tips forward again, it's to angle a dangerously confident look towards the ring and her sparkly-spangled opponent of the evening. Her wrists flip over, presenting either side of the audience with her palms. Not for high-fives, no sir. This is to simultaneously acknowledge and dismiss both fan and hater alike, affording them zero time or attention. She makes her way to the ring with a perky sway of the hips, right up until she gracefully sweeps up onto the ring apron. The momentum ends with her spun about to face the audience - whereupon she slowly cranks a middle finger up at them.
"Muah," she air-kisses glibly.
Her back arches, and she smoothly backrolls over the top cable to neatly land on her boots again, only to race up the opposite turnbuckle. Perched on the middle rope, she waves her arms to the crowd, riling up a fresh wave of boos and cheers alike.
At last, she hops down with a pivot, turned to face Stacy. She heard the name. She saw a picture. She, inwardly, absolutely loves how pretty the other girl's attire is. And there's no shot she's going to tell her that. At least, not right now! Instead, she gives the other girl a haughty, even dismissive glance-over before offering one leg after the other for the referee's inspection.
Stacy couldn't help but notice the dismissive look she received from Katsumi. Not that she was surprised. Nobody knew her. Not yet. Stacy knelt down to give herself one last stretch before the ref got ready to signal the start of the match. With the ding of the bell, Stacy sized up her opponent, looking for an opening.
"The Punk Princess losing to a LAW newbie will silence those cheers!" she winked teasingly. Despite her teasing, she had plenty of admiration for Katsumi. a main stay on the match card with a killer aesthetic. Stacy debated on how to open the match, deciding to take her opponent by surprise rather than open with her quickness. Stacy would attempt to lock up with Katsumi, determined to take her by surprise and overpower her, banking on the fact that Katsumi wouldn't be ready for the sudden grab.
"Lets put on a show, Katsumi, show me what you got!" Stacy yelled in excitement as she attempted to lock up with Katsumi, using her legs as the driving force. She knew Katsumi was no slouch when it came to strength, but she wanted to test not only Katsumi and herself, but the crowd's reaction to such a daring start.
Katsumi hadn't really had time to think about this girl, this Stacy. The name amused her for some reason; it made her think of Barbie dolls. Why, she couldn't say. Granted, the girl herself didn't look so plastic. Just a flash in the pan instant association that entertained her; not that she'd let that show through just yet. She has a match to wrestle. A newbie to crush. A statement to make. Even if she thought the look was pretty.
And to her surprise, it's Stacy with the opening remarks. Katsumi steps forward, dismissively pushing the mousy referee aside to better square off with her directly, defiantly. Her left wrist sets against her hip, the right arm hanging at her side, one slender black eyebrow arched at her.
But before she has enough time to give a rebuttal, Stacy rushes her! The stance deepens, her arms raise, and she receives the classic lockup, leaning herself hard into the other girl to prevent being bowled over. One hand seizes at her elbow, the other set to her collar, brow nearly touching brow, and bright emerald eyes locked onto her opponent's.
She can feel the force being asserted. She meets it in kind, steadily ramping up the pressure to feel her opponent out. A soft growl escapes her, but in spite of it, she murmurs a, "You got it."
And just like that, in an instant, she's stomping her heel down at the toe of Stacy's boot to break up the lockup and hopefully open her opponent up for a proper... welcome, so to speak, to the ring. Naturally, the audience boos the poor sportsmanship.
Stacy ignored the blatant disrespect Katsumi showed both the rookie and the ref. Clearly she wasn't going to earn respect by simply BEING respectful, so she dropped the pleasantries and quickly dashed in to lock up Katsumi! "Don't... bite off more than you can chew, cocky girl!" Stacy teased, spurred on by her initial success as she pressed against Katsumi, seemingly even in strength.
Stacy didn't realize her rookie mistake of expecting Katsumi to play fair until it was too late. "A-Ahh!" Stacy yelled as pain shot up her foot, wincing as the crowd booed the quick lack of sportsmanship from the more experienced wrestler. Stacy tried to maintain her grip, but quickly faltered, losing in strength to her beautiful opponent as her grip weakened, vulnerable to Katsumi's wishes!
Katsumi, for all her intentions of dominating her opponent, kind'a liked her. Not necessarily because she's pretty, but it certainly helped. No, she has spunk. She loves it when the opposite side is spunky. She likes testing how long it lasts, if it can survive the match, or if it changes to anger or sadness by the end of it. Whatever may happen, right now, as Katsumi drives her heel against the poor girl's toes, she kind'a digs her.
The yelp was all the signal she needed. Katsumi reverses her effort to yanking Stacy forward, pivoting at the hip to sling her towards the ropes behind her in an irish whip! But she won't just patiently wait for the glittery girl to come springing back to her! Katsumi charges after her in short order, ready to meet her with a knee raised, looking to blast it into the other girl's stomach to begin working on her core. Whether that means catching her on the ropes, or slamming into her mid-run, she doesn't care!
Stacy's assumption did in fact cost her. Katsumi followed her dirty tactic up beautifully, pivoting into pulling Stacy forward. "S-She's good... I need to focus!" The rookie thought to herself, trying to resist the Irish whip to no avail.
Stacy bounced off the ropes, trying to use the momentum despite her pain to counter the skilled Katsumi... only for her exposed belly to meet the girl's knee. "G-Gah... c-can't... breathe...." Stacy panted as Katsumi's knee hit her midsection. She had to find a way to counter the cocky girl and get back in the match, but for the moment all she could do was writhe on the ground and cover her aching belly!
"Aw~," coos Katsumi as she leans forward, planting her hands on her knees. She moues her lips in foux sympathy, watching Stacy writhe on the mat. "Does it hurt, sweetpea?"
Straightening her posture again, she strolls alongside the downed girl in the gorgeous gear, stopping at her side. "Because this is gonna suck!," she announces, swinging a boot low to catch her ribs with a punt kick. Mercifully, it's only meant to be a single shot, however, just to weaken her opponent's core.
Perhaps less fortunate, Katsumi swings the leg over again to straddle Stacy and drop down, bringing her hips to rest over the other girl's lower abdomen. Her left hand seizes for those lovely tomboyish locks to raise her head, only for the right to begin hammering forearm shots towards her cheek.
To her credit, for however much credit the brutal Oshiro could be given, she isn't using fists directly. While she doesn't mind bending the rules as a part of her indomitably punk nature, something about hammering a fist into the other girl's severely cute face just seems wrong! Forearms can pummel plenty without doing more than scuffing her! No bloodying, no welts, nothing like that!
The referee, of course, won't approve of her holding poor Stacy by the hair, though.
Stacy felt more than a little embarassed by the fake sympathy coming from her opponent, yet she couldn't help but... really like this gal. Stacy had spent so much time making sure she looked super cute, her tomboy hair style, the sparkly attire... Katsumi in contrast, was so cool. Slight cold, but not in any harshly mean spirited way. A Fierce competitor, one she was now even more excited to try to match.
"G-Gahhh! H-Hurts!" Stacy yelled, clutching her ribs as she was kicked. Katsumi quickly took the advantage as Stacy felt her hips drop, feeling the girl's weight, even more embarrassed by the closeness of the situation. Her soft hair being held, she didn't have any more time to process her feelings, distracted by rough forearm shots at her cheek!
Stacy could tell Katsumi was holding back from inflicting serious damage, clearly feeling in control of the poor, excitable rookie. "I'm so lucky I drew her for my debut... she's amazing!" She thought, excitedly. Stacy tried to quickly clear her head as the ref yelled at Katsumi to stop holding stacy by the hair, attempting to use her lower body strength to push Katsumi off! She wasn't able to use her full strength, still under the power of Katsumi, but if successful she would try to stagger to her feet! If unsuccessful, Stacy would struggle in vain, trapped by the punk princess!
Stacy has nothing but endearingly sweet things going through her head about Katsumi. Katsumi, meanwhile, is fixated on pummeling the girl to a defenseless state. Not purely aggressive, but controlled aggression. Not looking to do damage, but most assuredly to beat her into submission. If only she could hear what was running through Stacy's mind. What a headtrip that would be.
She feels the girl struggling beneath her hips, trying to use her lower body to unseat the punkette. Katsumi's weight shifts and rocks, a wicked smile curving her lips. Stacy's struggling! That's good! At least to start! Signs of life are always a good sign! But--
"Let go of the hair!," yaps the referee-girl, full of diminutive chihuahua energy. "I'm gonna disqualify you! Let go!"
Katsumi very quickly releases the scalp and raises both hands, showing open palms. "Fine, whatever!"
Another buck from Stacy's hips finally pushes Katsumi from her mount. Her leg swings back over to rest on her knees, reaching to take Stacy by the wrists to 'help' her along to her feet. No doubt something brutal is being prepared for her. But first: "Let's see if we can't get zebra-chan to calm the Hell down. Don't want our little date to get cut short..."
