Julie O'Reilly vs Katsumi Oshiro - Folding Velvet

[Jaystar]

Julie O'Reilly vs Katsumi Oshiro
POW match
Victory only via Extended Pinfall of five-count
No disqualifications
Winner may claim ownership of the loser for the night


Another match, another chance.

That's how Julie O'Reilly was looking at the match laid ahead of her for tonight. She felt ready, content, expectant. From what she could tell, the match wasn't going to be exactly the most standard one, or in other words, the most boring one of matches at all. No, there were some rather spicy stipulations, that stirred up the air of mystery around how things were exactly going to turn out. No disqualifications, extended pinfall as the only victory condition, the POW threat... Sure, many wrestlers could have probably felt apprehensive, or even scared of those rules. And even Julie herself would have probably been much more nervous, if this had been her first match in LAW.

But after what the Irish gingerhead had gone through in this wrestling league so far, matches like these appeared more like the bread and butter for what her role as a wrestler had become. Apparently, this was the kind of genre where she shined in. And truthfully, Julie herself didn't mind about it at all. She was getting comfortable with this. With the unknown, with the stakes, with the ominousness of what laid ahead of her. And if she was perfectly honest, this kind of matches, and this kind of feelings were exactly the ones that had really intrigued and pulled her in to LAW in the first place - regardless of what she might had told Isa at the time.

Besides, unlike her previous opponent, the one she would be facing tonight, Katsumi Oshiro, fought in a much similar size and weight category compared to herself. She must have had a good opportunity to actually win tonight! Although sure, Julie had gathered already some of Katsumi's reputation, or The Punk Princess as they called her, and she knew that the punkette could turn out to be a rather vicious and ruthless at times. But hey, that's how wrestlers more often than not were anyway!

Julie O'Reilly - Entrance Attire:

Entrance theme: Lana Del Rey - Blue Velvet

"Making her way to the ring, from the Emerald Isle of Ireland, standing at a height of five foot and four inches, and weighing in at 115 pounds, she's The Velvet Hood, Julie O'Reilly!"

The soft tunes of Julie's entrance theme filled the arena, and the Velvet Hood made her appearance hopping cheerfully down the ramp. Managing to contain herself and her excitement a bit better than in her prior outings as she was approaching the ring, Julie still had a mischievous smile on her face. Carrying a batch of rope on her other hand, the Irish girl then climbed calmly up a turnbuckle, all the way to the top rope!

Once having gotten up, the Irish girl proceeded with her usual entrance manouvers by loosening her hood so that it finally fell down, revealing her long, thick ginger hair. Smiling at the crowds, she rolled her little lasso up in the air before jumping down, proceeding to leave the rope by her corner for now. She then made her way once more to the opposite corner, climbing again up onto the top rope, and began to loosen and open up the rest of her cape, to finally reveal her fan favorite, rather risqué blue velvety wrestling attire for the crowds to admire!

Julie O'Reilly - Wrestling attire:

Then it was time for the Irish gingerhead to promptly get down from the ropes and proceed into her corner, settling there to wait for her already rather infamous opponent. It was exciting to finally get to see the Punk Princess in flesh - and whether she would be as impressed of Julie's wrestling attire as the crowds usually were!

[CyanDimitrik]

This match... this one was set to be something else. There were almost too many things to keep track of in the match, and Katsumi was doing her best to keep it all straight. First and foremost - no DQ. Her bread and butter. She loved not having to worry about rules, and having the referee only present to count pins or declare submissions. That was just the way she liked it. Second - extended pin only. So clearly the booking was looking for a bit of tawdry spectacle, she's sure. That's why they'd put in these extended pinfalls, isn't it? Granted, Katsumi has subtly indulged in them in the past, especially if she and her opponent had any kind of chemistry. She was finding people seemed to... like her more lately, and that's been an adjustment...

Refocusing!

The final stipulation was a PoW. Management definitely wanted to gin up some headlines from this match, by Katsumi's estimation. Make the girls pin each other down for extended counts, then have one take the other home for... activities. Like chess.

Alright, obviously the PoW stipulation was loaded all to Hell, and Katsumi knew it. But the audience would never really know what happened between them after they left the arena! They could do anything! It could be totally tame! Especially if her opponent turns out to be an uggo.

From the gorilla position, Katsumi is watching the monitor. Foregoing her shades and jacket, she sports only her wrestling gear consistent of garters, boots, trunks, bralet, pads, gloves, and choker. The rest of her figure, from muscled thighs, smoothly streamlined arms, toned, sleek midsection, and a window of her chest, are left completely bare and grapple-friendly. But she's the one staring wide-eyed at the screen, looking at her opponent in the ring. Bra-style top? And.. basically panty-style bottoms? Gold and blue boots? And a velvety smooth, exquisitely toned body to boot? And a pretty face?

Katsumi presses her palm to her face and rubs. This girl... she can't speak to her wrestling talent. But she might be trouble. And she's just the sort of chick she hated when she joined LAW. Her intentions seem so obvious! She's here to be tawdry! That kind of wrestling isn't... wrestling!

But.

If she's being fair, she's been guilty of some indulgence in the somewhat recent past. Dammt, who has she even become at this point...?

Suddenly, her music hits.

Katsumi's Intro Video

The arena is awash in rich purple and green laserlights, dancing in rhythm to the heavy, hard thrums.

The music builds up...

...and with the crescendo of the intro beat, Katsumi Oshiro rushes out on stage, fists raised and nodding first to the left, then right. A shower of cold, amethyst sparks ignites in dazzling array at either side, the crowd receiving her with their typical mixed reaction of raucous boos and dark glee.

Katsumi Oshiro

Her arms slowly lower to the sides until she's giving an exaggerated, animated shrug in the direction of the ring in open judgment of Julie's wardrobe. Or perhaps her, in general. And with an annoyed exhale, she puffs her silky bangs away from her eyes and begins down the ramp, blatantly ignoring the crowd reaching for her at either side of the barricade.

"And her opponent!," begins the announcer. "From Osaka, Japan! At a height of five feet, seven inches! And weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds! The Punk Princess! KATSUMIIII! OOOOSHIROOO!"

By the time it concludes, Katsumi has strolled up the ring's steps and pivoted to lean her back against the ropes. Facing the audience, she lifts her fist and uses the other hand to 'crank' her middle finger up at the crowd, followed with a facetious little air-kiss. "Muah, bitches."

Arching against the cables, Katsumi smoothly flips over them to land gracefully on the mat. And then she's off like a rocket, dashing up the far turnbuckle to pose, feet perched on the middle ropes and knees braced against the tops. Her arms are thrown wide, callously confident smile worn on her otherwise pixie face, basking in the torrent of cheers and boos alike.

Finally, she drops back down to the mat and starts towards Julie, only to be nudged back into the corner by the referee for her pat-down.

"I dunno what you think this is!," Katsumi calls over to the irritatingly beautiful Julie O'Reilly, "But I'm about to wreck you in front'a all these people!"