Another two-out-of-three falls match, but this one has an interesting spin. The other girl she's wrestling is like her in a number of ways. First and most obvious - her family name is Oshiro. They might be legally related in some way or another. Wouldn't
that be a kick for her adopted parents? The affluent, well-to-do Oshiros who absolutely detested professional wrestling, who desperately wanted to curb Katsumi's enthusiasm for it, and squash any and all hopes of ever becoming a wrestler, herself. Second, she seems to be a risk-taker, herself. In fact, she's even billed as the "Daredevil", so that's interesting. Third, she seems to be a bit of a punk, too.
Crap, maybe they
are somehow related.
Katsumi peers at herself in the dressing room mirror, pink-glossed lips pursed as she inspects herself. Everything is in order; sleek black wrestling boots, black short shorts, cat-themed belt, black sportsbra-esque wrestling top, pink long-sleeved shirt, and black collar, all present and accounted for. Her hands lift to indulgently fluff at her punkishly-choppy blueblack hair, feigning last minute preening. She's in a pretty good mood for this match. It should be fun. And she might get to play on the family name angle. She isn't sure which way to go with it, but she has a way of working these things out in the ring.
Her opponent was the first to enter the arena, Katsumi bobbing energetically on the balls of her feet as she waits. The crowd seems a little on the mellow side tonight. She doesn't know what that's about, but if they're not roaringly in support of Tamago, she may have a chance to win some fans. That just makes things more exciting. And if they have a good match, this Tamago chick could walk away with a few more, herself. ..Well, limp away maybe. She may be excited to meet her, but she still wants to win.
Needs to win.
Tonight's musical selection is a slow, dramatic boil with an underlying urgency - a solid beat with a clear, techno melody. In truth, one of Katsumi's favorites. In more truth, she might be hoping Tamago likes it. Blue and purple lasers begin flashing in rhythm with the beat, interspersed along either side of the entry ramp.
"
And her opponent! From Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess! KATSUMI! OOOSHIROOO!"
The curtains part, and Katsumi emerges to stop at the top of the ramp. Her hip cocks, a fist propping against it, and she shoots a devilishly-confident smirk to the ring and her opponent. The audience receives her in a mixed array of cheer and boos, some thrilled by her devil-may-care punk attitude, some finding her behavior completely unacceptable. Her head and hip bob with the rhythm of the music for a moment longer before moving forward. Hands raise, palms outwards to either side to acknowledge the audience flanking her. As she nears the ring, she takes hold of the hem of her shirt to draw the garment up and over her head, baring her trim midsection to the open air and audience.
The garment is tossed to the corner of the ring, and she springs up onto the apron. With a smooth turn, she faces out to the audience, her arms hooking the top rope to either side behind her. She shoots the audience a wink and her back arches, emphasizing her sleek body and modest curves, before backrolling over the rope to land neatly upon her boots. From there, she moves back into her corner to be inspected by the referee-girl.
Normally, this is where Katsumi would stare down her opponent with that confident, predatory smirk. And though it's there, she calls, "
Dig the style," out to her. Tamago's pretty. She likes her outfit. Her hair's cool, too. All that's left to be seen is what kind of personality she has.
