Royals Collide: Katsumi Oshiro vs Gabriel Vinlee

[CyanDimitrik]

No DQ Match
Winner declared by Pinfall, Submission, or KO
There will be no count-outs or disqualifications in this bout.

Following a decisive win in the We Are Law 8 PPV, Katsumi finally felt like she had a headwind. At last, after over twenty matches in the LAW arenas, she's getting the momentum she's always wanted. It feels like she can make that push for gold. Like it's not going to be something yanked out of reach by the whim of a stuffy suit who doesn't like the cut of her jib. But that's only half the equation. She has to hold up her end of the deal as well. She has to make sure she's giving her best in the ring against serious competitors. She has to prove she belongs in the upper-echelons.

Tonight, management has arranged a bout between her and Gabriel Vinlee. Katsumi looked into her - a schoolgirl sort, judging from the wardrobe she seemed to favor. Blonde hair, green eyes, stunningly beautiful. From what she could glean, she seems like a bruiser type, physically strong and keen on overpowering opponents. If she can pin her down, it'll move the needle. It'd have to. The edgy Punk Princess, pinning the Royal Viper, as she seems to be called. The photos alone would garner attention.

And so when the night arrived, Katsumi was determined and focused on getting results. She'd opted to forego her jacket and shades, and instead kept to the basics; clingy wrestling trunks belted with gold studs, her gold and black boots, elbow pads, knee pads, thigh straps, gold-studded bralet snug against her chest leaving a generous window of open skin, her gloves, and finally, the heart-centered choker. The whole ensemble screams her schtick to the crowd in a way that words couldn't - chic edge. All while showing off the grappler's sleek, refined body from toned arms and legs to trim abdomen and smooth waistline.

The lights in the arena dim down.

Her music begins.

A heavy, thumping electric guitar delivering industrial licks. Emerald green laserlights flicker and dance along the ramp in beat with the music in its preamble. Spotlights sweeps across the audience as anticipation builds.

This audience know the score. Tonight is going to be one of those nights where Katsumi isn't the villain. She's the hero. She's the stand-in for their hopes and dreams. She's the people's punk.

The song hits the crescendo of its opening, and Katsumi rushes out to meet the audience. She comes to a stop center stage, awash in the raucous cheer and enthusiasm of the crowd, and plants her boots squarely in a power stance. One arm down at her side, the other fist plants to her hip, confident, even cocky smile playing on her pretty face. The moment the pose is struck, showers of amethyst purple cold sparks erupt around her along the stage perimeter.

"The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!," begins the announcer. "And is a no-disqualification match!"

With a quick toss of her silky blueblack hair, Katsumi begins to strut down the ramp, hips asway with natural swagger.

"Standing at a height of 5'7"! And weighing in at 124 lbs.!"

"From Osaka, Japan!"

"The Punk Princess herself!"

"KATSUMIIII! OOOOSHIIIROOOO!"

Katsumi's hands are raised to shoulder height, palms turned out to either side of the aisle of audience members reaching towards her. It's both to acknowledge and summarily dismiss them in theatrically aloof manner. But reach they do, straining to just get a touch from her.

Upon reaching the ring's edge, she grabs the middle rope and sweeps her nimble frame up onto the apron to face them. Presenting her left fist forward, she cranks her right fist beside it to slowly produce... a middle finger.

"Muah," she air-kisses smugly.

This audience came prepared for it tonight. Rather than roar and rage against her, they seem to get more riled up. More eager for the daring devil-may-care punkette to be their heroine in the ring tonight. And it hits Katsumi so differently, taking a considerable amount of focus to not let the surprise register on her face.

Bending backwards over the top rope, Katsumi elegantly somersaults back over it to land neatly upon her boots, then races up the furthest turnbuckle to stand perched upon the middle ropes. She leans forward and throws her arms wide, presenting herself to the screaming crowd surrounding her. "COME ON, LEMME HEAR IT!," she shouts - though it's mostly lost amidst the white noise clamor of the audience.

At last, she hops down from her perch with a spin to land neatly in her corner. The referee-girl closes in to inspect her, and Katsumi leans back, arms resting over the top ropes at either side. Her vivid green gaze is affixed to the entrance ramp, eagerly awaiting Gabriel.

[Hagen-Autem]

When the leading lady stole the show. When the leading lady finally appeared, making it clear that her role didn’t change her attitude. When Katsumi finally entered the ring to rile up the crowd with her rebellious, euphoric, and explosive attitude from atop the corner post, everything was already in her favour.

The referee did her part, carefully frisking her slender yet athletic and very dangerous body. Being careful not to touch the wrong curve or in the wrong way, all that was left was to wait.

Perhaps only a few seconds remained before the next theme burst through the arena.

The crowd wasn’t quieting down, so the lights dimmed on their own. The crowd stopped whistling and cheering for the rebellious Japanese woman. And then, that electronic beat began like the pulse of a heart, spreading infectious beats through the arena.

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The arena lights flickered to the beat, all racing to point to a single spot, as if the venue’s energy were centered on a single point: the woman now standing at the entrance to the upper ramp, one hand on her hips and her eyes shining.

"AND HER OPPONENT, STANDING 5’8” TALL AND WEIGHING 140 LBS…"

The crowd was already cheering, knowing who she was, even as the letters of her name were scrolling live across the titantron screens.

"BROUGHT IN FROM THE UNITED KINGDOM. THE MOST DANGEROUS VIPER QUEEN OF GART’S MENAGERIE. THE QUEEN OF THE PUB, WHERE THE BEASTS GATHER. THE UNTAMABLE QUEEN, THE ROYAL VIPER, GABRIEL VINLEE!!"

At just the right moment, the chorus of her theme song began, and the lights came back on, only to spotlight her and nothing but her as she made her way to the ring.

Brit woman wasn’t smiling this time. What she had on her face was that classic smile, shadowed by her bangs, shadowing those gleaming eyes that seemed to lock onto just one person. A beautiful, rebellious girl sat before her on her favorite stage. And of course, the queen eased into herself the moment she stepped forward. She ignored the hands begging for a touch of her fingers from the edges of the ramp, ignored the whistles, the shouts, and those trying to reach her through boos. That woman had attention for only one person.

Her skirt swayed alongside that dramatic runway walk of hers; yet she hardly seemed interested in appearing dangerous the way lesser villains often did. Instead, she maintained that elegance, as if seduction and an unattainable air were more valuable than any hostile gesture. And so, with steps that seemed like leaps as she climbed the steps to the ring, the queen entered the ring, entering through the ropes, crossing one leg at a time over them, slowly and theatrically, deliberately making use of those long legs of hers, as if being tall weren’t already enough to command respect.

The truth is, she was barely 3 centimeters taller than the Japanese woman. But those 3 centimeters now made a huge difference.

Her fans drowned her in whistles and cheers; at the very least, they wanted to make it clear that they loved her more than the other girl, that those earlier cheers and boos directed at the girl from Osaka were merely out of courtesy.

And she simply stood near the center ring, right where the law logo is stamped beneath her feet, and there, that icy expression transformed in the blink of an eye. Clutching her fist against her narrow waist and covering her pretty lips with her other palm, she leaned into a pose that lifted her skirt—this was a dangerous angle for the more excitable fans—and opened her hand to send a brazen kiss directly toward Osaka. Just a whimsical gesture to break the tension.

Next came a wink and a head-to-toe glance from the raven-haired woman, scanning her entire frame to make it clear that she, tonight, wanted to play and didn’t know when to stop.

The fans seemed reluctant to accept it. After all, who would not want to see her hunt down evil? But sadly, only one of them could be the villain tonight, and she would never turn her back on her favourite role.

She intended to play it the best way possible: HER WAY.

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