A Duel for Draconian Dominance: Satomi Saito vs Dragon Kira (D)

[Misfit_Alien]

The 'Dragon Empress', Satomi Saito vs Dragon Kira, the 'Diamond Dragon'
Match Type: "Standard + POW."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, they will be disqualified after a ten-count. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.
POW Stipulation: Upon defeat, the loser will become the winner's POW for a full twenty-four-hour period.

Spoiler

"...Entering first, hailing from Tokyo, Japan...standing at 5'6 and weighing in at 143 lbs...ALL HAIL...THE DRAGON EMPRESS...SATOMI SAITO!!!!"


With a fiery display lining the edges of the entrance stage and ramp leading into the aisle, from the smoky haze would emerge the pristine Dragon Empress. She had a scowl on her face, a look of disgust that read as clear as crystal...she had nothing but disdain and contempt for tonight's match. Particularly, who she'd be facing.

Tonight, she'd be facing Dragon Kira...the Diamond Dragon...inheritor to the will of Art & Soul...an IMPOSTER, playing as some mythical beast of legend. How incorrigible. Satomi wasn't mad that she wasn't selected for such a prestigious role, as she had a legacy of her own to build...she wasn't about to ride on the coattails of some tired, old, would-be 'legend'...if you could even call Dragon Light that. With a microphone in hand, Satomi decided to deliver a personal message to her opponent, establishing the tone for their duel.

"Ahem-...GREETING PEONS...BASK IN MY GLORY AND PRAISE YOUR EMPRESS. YOUR RIGHTFUL EMPRESS. THE ONE TRUE DRAGON OF LAW...AND TONIGHT~...I HAVE SOME CHOICE WORDS TO SAY...FACE ME, KIRA-...you wimp of a wyrm...dunce of a drake...FRAUD OF A DRAGON...you may have become the new 'spirit' of the Art and Soul Dragon, but you are as undeserving as you are pathetic. You were handed a title that you have yet to earn. Your lousy HAS-BEEN of a mentor should have just retired in peace and let the lineage die with him. But make no mistake...I'll correct HIS mistake by bringing an end to YOU. This draconic tale ends with Dragon Light, because I plan on wiping you from the records altogether, Diamond Dragon. SO HEAR ME NOW...I demand you face a REAL dragon. A battle of supremacy, with more than honor on the line...there can't be two drakes to rule this stage...only one can claim the hoard that LAW has to offer, and that person isn't YOU. It rightfully belongs to an EMPRESS...THIS EMPRESS...the only woman worth her salt in AND out of the ring. Not some dolt cosplaying as a true dragon."

Satomi spoke with pride, confidence, and aggression, going on and on as she dragged her opponent's name through the mud. Not only that, but she was actively tarnishing the legacy that Kira now belonged to. The match was already set, and the ring was ready for these two to clash...but Satomi wasn't content with waiting for the bell. She wanted to lay waste to everything the Diamond Dragon had, verbally AND physically...ensuring that her message got across: I am better than you. Plain and simple.

Spoiler

[SweetHeart]

The arena fell silent after Satomi’s tirade, the echoes of her venomous words still hanging in the air. The lights dimmed to a deep pink, and the air grew thick with a low, crystalline hum. Then, a single spotlight hit the entrance, and a shimmering curtain of diamond-like sparkles descended from the rafters, scattering light in every direction.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsYvol7BqCA

"AND HER OPPONENT... FROM THE HEART OF ART & SOUL... WEIGHING IN AT 161 POUNDS... THE DIAMOND DRAGON... DRAGON KIRA!!!"

Spoiler

From behind the curtain emerged a figure draped in a pearlescent, scale-patterned robe that glittered under the lights. She moved with a fluid, unhurried grace, each step sending more sparkles into the air. As she reached the top of the ramp, she unhooked the robe, letting it fall away to reveal her ring gear, the crowd cheering for Kira as she smiled, looking around as her white and pink mask shimmered under the lights. She stood there for a moment, letting the crowd roar for her, basically taking the time just to mock Satomi without even speaking, before then running down to the ring. She'd slide in, kipping up in a front handspring off her stomach, giving Satomi a glance, before then just to show off, rushing to the ropes and backflipping off them, twisting around into a pose, the crowd cheering for the very clear showboating from the dragon girl, before she'd snatch the mic from Satomi's hand, smugly twirling it as the ref made sure the pair wouldn't come to blows before raising said mic to her lips.

“HIYA EVERYONE!” Kira’s voice cut through the noise, the crowd still cheering for her as she waved and smiled before then turning her attention back to the dragon. “All that fire… and all you’ve managed to do is warm up the stage for the real attraction.” She teased “You talk about imposters, about frauds, about how OH I DON'T DESERVE THIS. Wow, you gonna say how my gimmicks unoriginal or "WITHOUT THE MASK THEY'RE JUST AVERAGE OR AN INDY SPOT MONKEY?" like everyone else? Cuz if you're wondering I'm a spot Dragon thank you very much~" She would roll her wrist and continue "But Satomi I got to ask, with all this yapping and yammering like, that uh, that lil carnival mask you got on? That's what it is right? It makes sense. You belong with all the other clowns who’ve tried to step to me.”

She paused to let the crowd laugh and start a "clown dragon" chant, then continued “You’re so busy trying to spit on a legacy you’ll never understand. Dragon Light didn’t choose me because I begged. He chose me because I shined. So since your so interested in proving who's better, even though its clearly me, I'll make extra sure to show you why, cuz after I style on your ass, I'm gonna have your kissing me on my freckled chocolate ass for all the yapping you're doing~." She tossed the mic dismissively over her shoulder, where it clattered to the mat. Then, with a flash of showmanship, she raised one leg, planted her boot on the middle rope, and gestured grandly to her own backside—her freckled cheeks aimed directly at the fuming Empress. The crowd was cheering, and Kira drank it in, her confidence radiant and unshakable. The stage was set, and the bell was about to ring.

[Misfit_Alien]

When Kira arrived, Satomi's blood boiled, for the audience roared in delight at her adversary...the icon of her malice and bitterness. These mindless peons were marveling at her while COMPLETELY ignoring their Empress. And the way Kira just stood there, basking in it all, as if to say...without uttering a word, mind you...that these people loved her so much more. Following that, she'd do the cheesiest thing imaginable by putting on a SPECTACLE for these mouthbreathing dolts, rushing toward the ring and entering with a stylish set of maneuvers, making eye contact with Satomi partway through before twisting and flipping around like a graceful sparrow, marking her territory with her monumental presence and crowd-pleasing attitude. Oh, how Satomi HATED her for it all...but to make matters worse, the masked, dark-skinned woman would SNATCH the microphone out of the Dragon Empress' hand, swiping it before Satomi could get a word in. If not for the referee, a fist would've been thrown for sure.

From there, Satomi had to listen to Kira squabble on, degrading Satomi in the process and getting the crowd to join along. Meanwhile, the Japanese woman could only stand by, demanding a microphone as she gritted her teeth in irritation and disgust. "You call ME the clown? You're the one flipping around like a jester for these FOOLS. You talk about SHINE? Don't make me LAUGH...Dragon Light was nothing more than a senile has-been who couldn't hang anymore, much less pick a half-decent successor. There's no 'soul' in what you do, and what you do sure as HELL can't be considered 'art'...So tonight, I'm going to expose you for the bumbling fool that you are...nothing more than a sideshow attraction in COSPLAY. I'll kick your fat ass and then make my way to the TOP after dealing with the detour that you've become." She said...only for Kira to talk on about her legacy, and then to threaten Satomi with a defeat so humiliating, it made the Japanese woman's cheeks burn bright with red. As if things couldn't get worse. Well, if that's how Kira wanted to play, then Satomi would HAPPILY up the ante.


"Oh no-...no, no, no...you don't get to make jokes like THAT in front of a woman like me, you perverted CLOWN." She said, walking RIGHT up to Kira, pressing her chest into hers as she stared her down. "I DEMAND THIS MATCH INCLUDE A PRISONER-OF-WAR STIPULATION...SO THAT WAY, ONCE I'VE PROVEN THAT I'M BETTER THAN YOU, AND SHOWN THE WORLD THAT YOU'RE NOTHING SPECIAL, I'LL MAKE YOU SUBMIT TO YOUR EMPRESS. THE ONE AND ONLY DRAGON IN THIS COMPANY THAT MATTERS...ME. You want to talk about kissing ass? I'll make you worship my whole body. I'll beat you at your own game by having you recognize that I am not only a better wrestler than you...but that I am stronger, smarter, SEXIER, and FAR more stylish than you-...Yes, that sounds like a fitting punishment for DARING to make the insidious claim that these gorgeous lips of mine would EVER grace that wretched rear-end of yours!" She said, throwing her microphone away. The last thing she wanted was for Kira to get another word in, so she decided to put a stop to that before it could happen. She glared at the nervous referee, DEMANDING not only for the bell to be rung but to intimidate them into accepting her demands to add a stipulation to this match. With or without Kira's consent, she would have her way...And so, she gripped the official by their collar and glared DAGGERS at the announcer on the outside, who reluctantly received orders from the administration. Sure enough, the stipulation would be added, and amid all the frantic tension between two colliding dragons, the bell would ring!!!


DING DING DING!!!

[SweetHeart]

Kira hardly payed mind to anything Satomi said, simply smuggly waiting for her shot to start, the match. And once the bell rung, she'd burst into action. Not waiting for any kind of sec, she'd rush towards the dragon, before then jumping nearly over her head, hands on shoulders, doing a handstand on her foe, before landing with her feet on her shoulders! "Wow, lotta folks here huh!?" She teased, using Satomi as a stand. Once Satomi would attempt to try and get her off, Kira would simply twist around, jumping down and hooking her ankles behind the fellow dragons neck, tucking and rolling into a headscissor takedown, looking to start off in flashy fashion!