Katsumi Oshiro vs Chiyo Hamamoto(D) - A Spark Ignites

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo's grip tightened around Katsumi's arm, a proud grin forming on the rookie's face as she felt the satisfying strain in her bicep from applying all that pressure in the hammerlock. Katsumi's cries of pain and frustration were another vindication of her efforts, encouraging Chiyo to keep the hold going for as long as possible and finally get one up on her opponent.

However, her triumph was short-lived as the referee soon called for her to break the hold. Chiyo glanced back startled and confused at first, only to quickly notice Katsumi's free hand clinging onto the nearby ropes. Her cheeks turned a flush red as Chiyo released her opponent's arm and stepped back, trying to hide her disappointment. She knew that she had to obey the command, but she couldn't help feeling frustrated with herself for not anticipating such an easy escape route for Katsumi.

Frankly, she was just happy to pivot her way out of that sticky situation in the first place, but still, if only she could have kept the hold going for just a little bit longer...

But now was not the time for reflection or regret. As she stepped back, Chiyo saw a pained expression etched on her opponent's face - she could at least take solace in the fact that she managed to inflict some damage on her opponent, but she also knew that Katsumi wouldn't give up easily. She had to act quickly if she wanted to stay in control.

With a quick nod to the referee, Chiyo stepped forward again, this time opting for a different tactic. Katsumi was a middleweight, but one who only had a few extra pounds on her; well within Chiyo's range to try something with a little more bang!

She slid her arms around Katsumi's waist, one hand gripping the other on the other side of her opponent to firmly lock the heel into place. With a loud grunt, Chiyo would then attempt to apply a burst of upward pressure, hoping to lift her opponent up and off the ground with a slick, clean, catch-and-release German suplex!

It wouldn't be easy, but Chiyo was counting on her strength and grit to see the move through, and hopefully sling Katsumi back towards the center of the ring before she had a chance to retaliate!

[CyanDimitrik]

There's something satisfying about bending rules to add as much stress and pu ishment to her opponent, only to then use their own girlscout nature against them by pointing out those very same rules when in peril. She can finally enjoy the fruits of her devious labor when the hammerlock is released, quickly shaking out the strained limb with a pained hiss. One hand remains securely fastened to the top rope, just to discourage any meddling while she fully recovered the strength in her arm.

"Heheh..."

The audience directly in front of her occupied corner is scorning her for it, calling it cowardly, arguing the referee should've let it ride. And Katsumi responds by using that now-free hand and tugging an eyelid while sticking out her tongue at them.

Suddenly, arms wrap around her toned midsection, hands seizing on her ribs. "Gh-!" She (thankfully) ceases the taunting gesture at the audience and instead grabs for the forearm around her stomach. Indeed, Katsumi only barely qualifies as a middleweight, and were she any shorter, she'd likely fall in that category. So the threat of being slammed or squeezed is real enough!

The hand grips onto that rope tighter as she feels her waist pulled. "Ah!" But the hand slips! She's pitched back, launching behind Chiyo to hit the mat hard behind her shoulders, flipping over onto her front. Writhing in recoil, the Punk Princess rolls over onto her back, arms raised to cradle the back of her neck.

[PuroQueen]

There was only one thing Chiyo hated more than being disrespected by an opponent in the ring, and that was an opponent who disrespected the fans. Luckily, Chiyo wouldn't have to endure watching her opponent blatantly taunting the nearby audience members for very long, as she soon sent her hurtling backwards in a nearly perfect suplex.

Mid-arc, Chiyo released her grip around her opponent's waist, letting Katsumi soar through the air all on her own before crash landing into the canvas with a resounding thud. Chiyo was able to roll back up onto her feet just in time to see Katsumi hit the mat hard, her body tumbling uselessly before coming to a flop on the mat.

"Nobody disrespects the crowd in my ring and gets away with it!" Chiyo asserted, her heroic smile lighting up the titantron above.

The audience had erupted into cheers and whistles as Chiyo ran to take advantage of her downed opponent, her hands raised in appreciation as she made her mad dash. But rather than pounce on top of her opponent, Chiyo leaped right over her, running steadily to the ropes on the other side! She turned her back to them at the last second, leaning back and letting the ropes redirect her back towards Katsumi with an even bigger burst of speed.

Chiyo was now darting back at Katsumi with twice the momentum! With her recent tummy pummeling still at the forefront of her mind, Chiyo was gunning for an attack that would aim to keep Katsumi down for good... and exact some sweet old revenge!

Without missing a beat, Chiyo launched herself into the air, arm outstretched and elbow pointed down as she attempted to deliver a gut-wrenching elbow drop right into Katsumi's stomach!

[CyanDimitrik]

The back of her neck ached, the muscles tight. Her shoulders were involuntarily clenching from the impact to the mat. When the pain finally subsided, she let her back drop flat to the mat with a soft groan, unfortunately easily hearing the girl gloat over her.

Her ring. Her ring! She came blustering into LAW and declared it her stomping ground!

"Nngh...!," groans Katsumi, trying to focus through the pain and force her body to speed its recovery by sheer force of will. Until then, she's painfully aware of her position, the optics of it. And the crowd cheering the sentiment. For some reason, that bothered her.

She feels the reverberations along the mat as she's skipped over, and manages to begin bending forward to get up by the time she's inbound. But that elbow drives in like the bullet her dropkick had originally promised to be, boring hard into the girl's toned belly. She folds around her, eyes widened and mouth agape, the wind rushed out of her in full cringe from the impact.

Afterwards, if left unattended, the Punk Princess tries to curl inwards in agony.

[PuroQueen]

Like a lightning bolt from above, Chiyo's attack drove right into Katsumi's belly, digging deep into the devious girl's tummy with enough force to rival those oppressive stomps. There was no containing Chiyo's excitement as she quickly picked herself up into a seated position, the bright smile on her face juxtaposed next to her reeling opponent.

Raising the tip of her elbow highly for the crowds and cameras to see, Chiyo gave it three distinct pats, each one punctuated by her signature chant and moniker: RED...HOT...CHIYO! The crowd roared with approval as Chiyo reveled in the moment. But then she remembered that she still had a match to win.

She turned her attention back to Katsumi, who was crumpled up from the impact. Chiyo gave her body a rough push, splaying her out nice and neat onto the canvas before crawling over top of her. She began hooking her arm underneath one of her opponent's legs, pulling it up as she draped her body across Katsumi's for the pin.

The referee slid into position to start the count, slapping the mat for the first time. "One!" Chiyo looked on excitedly, but she knew better than to get too cocky. She had seen too many matches turn around in a split second. She kept her weight on top of Katsumi, pinning her shoulders to the mat, as the ref counted again...

[CyanDimitrik]

God, what a miserable position to be in. Her tummy crushed, abs hurting horribly, while her opponent preens over her and the audience chants her name. They've never changed her name before. Even when she was fighting people distinctly worse than herself!

At least, by her biased opinion they were worse than her. It eats her up a little.

The hard shove sees Katsumi splaying out on the mat, wheezing body quickly covered by Chiyo's. Her leg is hooked into the air, the limb dangling limply at the knee. But fortunately, she's starting to breathe again, recuperating from the impact to the breadbasket. Each hard inhale presses her body against Chiyo's.

After the first count, Katsumi continues to lie limp beneath her, enduring the pin.

"TWO!"

The hand slaps the mat, feathering Katsumi's silky hair. It raises again!

Suddenly, Katsumi bucks beneath her to kick out! "Unh!" Though she may not have thrown Chiyo off, she's at least turning onto her side, tucked a bit against her opponent's waist as she recuperates.

[PuroQueen]

Although she had silently been expecting that, Chiyo's heart nonetheless sank as her opponent bucked out of the pin. Katsumi wasn't one to just lay down and give up so easily, so Chiyo knew she was going to have to try alot harder than that if she wanted to put her opponent out of commission for good. Still, she couldn't help but wish she had secured an early win for her debut...

But she had to look on the bright side. Now she could put on an even greater show for the crowd... and teach Katsumi an even greater lesson!

Chiyo rolled off her opponent and pushed herself up to a kneeling position, frustration etched on her face. She swiped a strand of hair from between her eyes, blowing raspberries with her lips as she looked down at her grumbling opponent.

"Doesn't feel so good, huh?" Chiyo scolded, giving Katsumi's belly a reprimanding slap. The punishment wouldn't stop there however, as Chiyo was soon on her way back up to her feet, this time grabbing onto her opponent's arm and yanking her up as well, refusing to give Katsumi a chance to catch her breath.

With a brief running start and a strong push, Chiyo sent her opponent blasting towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring with an irish whip. Upon release, Chiyo's body instantly crouched down, legs coiled and ready, patiently awaiting her opponent's return.

Once Katsumi was back on the rebound and within range, Chiyo would spring into action, popping straight up into the air and shooting both legs outwards, hoping to rectify her first disastrous move of the match with yet another dropkick attempt!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi just needed a moment to collect herself. She's been doing this for years! She's used to the wear and tear on the body on a weekly basis, the pain, the aches. Hell, she expected to get hurt every time she stepped into the ring. It doesn't make it easier, but in her mind, it's what she signed up for. Kind of a badge of honor, enduring and persevering. And so often, being able to take the abuse and fight through it is what separates her from the people cheering just beyond the barricade.

That said...

"Awk!" The slap to Katsumi's tummy causes her to spasm inwards in pure knee-jerk reaction before flopping back again, annoyed. But even still, she doesn't have the wherewithal to mount a strong comeback just yet. She's not a wall of hulking meat - she's a finely-tuned athletic machine, trim, toned, sleek. ...So hard hits... well, hit hard. Unfortunately, she isn't being given the moment she needs. Her arm is taken, and with a yank, used as a lure to heft her to her unsteady feet. With a lead-in charge, Katsumi's boots thump across the canvas in a full sprint, long blueblack tresses whisked out behind in her wake. She manages to pivot just in time, catching the elastic cables with her back, before being thrust forward again. Black and gold boots thump along the mat, bringing her back to Chiyo...!

There's a momentary pause in sound as Chiyo hops. And then a thunder *BOOM* as Katsumi is dropkicked, the other girl's boots hammering her chest and causing her to slam down hard on her back, dead center in the ring. "Gh.." She writhes on the mat, her left arm curling against her studded bralette top, finding breathing difficult again. Her eyes squeeze shut, knees twisting together before the arm falls away to the side. She gasps in a breath, chest and stomach rising and falling dramatically as she lies stunned before her.

[PuroQueen]

A rush of joy and excitement flooded into Chiyo as soon as her boots made contact with Katsumi's chest. The impact was like an explosion, the loud smack picked up an amplified by every speaker in the arena. Katsumi came crashing down fast and hard - it was exactly the kind of reaction she had been hoping for with her first attempted dropkick, and while she had had to endure a bit of a beating first, Chiyo could now proudly look at her reeling opponent with relief knowing she had managed to pull it off with honor!

The rush of adrenaline was overwhelming at first as she lay kneeling on the mat, hands on her thighs while strands of pink hair veiled the ecstatic smile on her face. The cheers of the crowd seemed to echo in her ears as she felt a sense of pride wash over her. "That's how it's done folks!" Chiyo proudly exclaimed. She thrust her fist upwards, the celebrity moment met with another round of deafening cheers!

Chiyo may have been a fresh new face in the league, but her early defiance and perseverance over the rude heel was definitely helping her make waves with new fans, and Chiyo was never one to disappoint her follows! But needless to say, Katsumi was in a far worse position, lying on the mat and gasping for air. For a moment, Chiyo just stood there, looking at her hurt opponent. Was she feeling a twinge of... guilt? Was she being too rough? Was she hurting Katsumi beyond what was necessary? All it took was for the gentle pounding of her still aching belly and the encouraging chants of hundreds of arena goers to remind Chiyo that she was doing the right thing. She slowly turned her attention to the corner of the ring, knowing full well what needed to be done next.

With heightened confidence, she picked herself up and made her way to the corner, the crowd cheering her on. As she climbed the ropes, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She looked out at the sea of faces in the audience, all eyes on her. It was a surreal moment, and she felt like she was in a dream. But this was real, and she had to focus. She steadied herself on the top rope, her legs trembling slightly.

With a deep breath, she launched herself into the air, her body twisting and turning as she aimed for Katsumi. For a moment, it felt like she was flying, weightless and free. She could feel the rush of wind against her skin, the excitement of the moment taking hold as her body arched gracefully through the air with arms outstretched like a bird in flight. But with the air came risks, and with Katsumi still hopefully dazed on the mat below, all Chiyo could do now was hold her breath and hope to finish her opponent off the best way she knew how - with a picture perfect moonsault!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's hurting, but... it's just more pain. More aching. All she has to do is will her body to move, and she won't be pinned. The thing that aches the most is listening to her opponent showboat over her as she recovers. She responds with a weakened groan, one hand lifting only to flop to the mat again, palm-down. The referee-girl hovers close to her, but with only a cursory glance determines she's fine. She's taken worse. She's just reeling. The match is good to continue!

Naturally, the referee has a scolding in store for Chiyo when she spots her climbing the ropes. Technically not allowed! "Hey, come down here! This isn't a circus! You can't just- why would you-," she flounders. No matter what protest she comes up with, it's weighed against the years of experience telling her ain't no one giving half a boo about her fussing at them taking to the top rope. Hmf.

As Chiyo climbs the corner post, Katsumi's head lulls to the side, eyes opening to spot her perched facing away from her. Oh. That usually means just one thing. Her stomach is about to get hurt even worse. She draws her bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling over it between heavy breaths. The rise and fall of her torso has become more rhythmic - still deep and telling of the wear on her body, but steady. Her limbs tense as her position on the mat becomes less about being dazed, and more about strategy.

And just like that, Chiyo is airborne. She can be mad at her and want to crush her, but still. She has to admire her form. She's always been a big fan of splashes, the idea of dominating a body with nothing but your own slamming into it. It feels raw. Appealing. Thrilling. Enough so that she has a finisher of a similar ilk. Even the Shutdown signature follows that philosophy. Something about a trim, athletic body colliding stomach-first against another...

..!

Katsumi suddenly pitches to the side, rolling over rapidly out of the LZ. And the direction she chose to roll was perfectly deliberate - towards her head, not her legs. She wanted to make sure Chiyo saw the body she was meant to be landing over, somewhere distinctly different from where it was meant to be. She wanted that satisfaction. And thus, there's nothing for Chiyo's body to connect with other than the stiff planks and thin matting of the professional wrestling ring.