Standard Match: Win via pinfall, submission, or knockout.
Elena had not been off to a good start in LAW. Things here were much tougher than they were in the indie scene. She hadn't managed to pick up a win yet, but that's not what really bothered her. She thought that, even if she lost, she should at least be able to put up more of a fight. It was demoralizing, but she was still new here so she couldn't just give up. She pushed those thoughts down so she could focus on tonight and finally turn things around.
The lights in the arena shone bright, bathing the stands in a green glow as Elena made her appearance at the top of the ramp. She was met with cheers, the fans still happy to see her even if she might not have lived up to their expectations. Their reaction made her feel a bit better, a smile starting to grow on her face.
Elena strutted down the ramp, filled with a newfound confidence. As she did she would move back and forth between both barricades, trying to high five or hug as many of the fans as possible. She even took a quick detour around the ring to spread some more love before she would finally slide under the ropes to await tonight's opponent. Spoiler
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And so, here we are. A newer face to the federation, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed gaijin, looking to make her mark internationally. Katsumi was never particularly bothered by foreigners in the ring with her. Some people were. Some people wanted to maintain the purity of the squared circle. Katsumi was only interested in making her mark, in propelling herself ever closer to gold. To making people think of her, putting her name in their mouth. Being too big to ignore.
Too big to overlook or push down.
Tonight would be no different. The intro video...
The music started slow and low, like the musical version of a growl. Very fitting the predatory mindset of the girl to whom it was attached. And the subtle, minor chord is met with pulsing amethyst and emerald laserlights. As the music comes to its introductory crescendo, Katsumi suddenly emerges, radiantly predatory smile brightening her pixie features. Her right fist thrusts into the air, soaking in the mixed response from the audience.
Half boos, scorn, and condemnation. Half praise, eager urging, and enthusiasm for inevitable violence.
She's foregoing her jacket and sunglasses tonight. No, she wants the audience to see her in full. She wants her opponent to see her in full. The black bralet, trunks, gloves, and boots, with the pads on her elbows and knees, all clinging to her slender, athletic figure. The dainty choker looping her narrow neck. The way the gold studs catching the spotlights in glittering, dazzling array. The way her smoothly streamlined arms and firmed thighs are left on display, along with her sleek, toned midsection bared. Katsumi Oshiro
"And her opponent!," begins the announcer. "At a height of five feet, seven inches! Weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds! From Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess! KATSUMIIIII! OOOOSHIROOOO!"
Cameras flash around her, but she has no time for them. No time for the fans. No time for anyone but tonight's prey. She begins down the ramp with a confident sway to her hips, hands raised with palms turned outwards, simultaneously acknowledging and dismissing the people leaning over the barricades to either side. Upon reaching the ring apron, she grabs the middle rope and sweeps up onto the ring's edge. Leaning her back against the ropes, she lifts her right fist and uses the opposite to slowly crank a middle finger at the crowd.
"Muah, bitches."
Awash in renewed scorn, Katsumi arches her body over the top rope to tumble cleanly up and over, landing on the mat. Turning, she races up the far corner post until she's perching on the middle ropes with her boots, arms thrown back wide to present herself to the audience. Her smile is aloof. Confident. Arrogant, even.
When she drops down to the mat, she paces to her corner and turns to stare down the blue-eyed teenager across from her. She's pretty. In shape. Her vivid green eyes match to those bright blues, the corners of her glossed lips drawing a little wider into a smile. It's nearly fangy in nature, riddled with anticipation.
Elena felt her confidence wane ever so slightly as Katsumi made her grand entrance. Her opponent seemed pretty intimidating but she couldn't explain exactly why. Something about the way she carried herself, as if she'd never lost a match in her life and never would either. And the way she treated the fans... Elena couldn't even imagine doing something like that!
The crowd's mixed reaction to her was a bit puzzling, but boos were never a good sign. Elena hoped she was wrong but she had the feeling she was gonna be in for a rough night. Her last two matches had gone pretty poorly and she could tell that this woman was much different than her previous opponents. Oh well, maybe she can turn things around in her next match...
"No, I can't think like that! I have to try my best!" Elena stood tall and puffed out her chest in a show of forced confidence but quickly deflated when Katsumi began to stare her down. A shiver ran up her spine. That smile spoke volumes. It was the smile a predator gave to their prey.
The match hadn't even started yet and Elena already felt like she was losing. If she folded so easily to a simple look in her direction then she definitely had no hope of winning the actual match. So she stared back, narrowing her eyes, letting a small grin stretch across her face, and somehow managing to stop her legs from shaking. This time, she definitely wasn't going down without a fight.
Well, well. It looks like the blonde has a little backbone after all. If she's willing to meet her gaze and face off with her, that'll make breaking her down in front of all these people so much more satisfying. So much more meaningful. The point is to send a message across the entire federation, to the entire world at large: Katsumi Oshiro is not to be taken lightly. She's here for gold.
Her arms stretch back, pulling her body taut in a display of aloof confidence. The arms then drop to her sides, her gaze resting half-lidded on the other girl. But that smile. That smile never leaves, nor even fade.
The referee motions to each in turn, calling for the confirmation that they're ready. Katsumi is already approaching the center of the ring by the time her hand swings, signaling the bell to begin.
*DING*
Katsumi doesn't charge her. She lifts her hands to shoulder height and curls her fingers, beckoning Elena to come meet her in the center of the ring. And if the invitation wasn't obvious enough, she calls across to her:
"Don't keep me waiting! I wanna see what you're made of! And the best way to do that..." Her head cants, her eyes narrow. The wicked smile remains. "...is to tear you apart."
Elena was so caught up in their little staring contest that she hadn't even heard the bell ring. If Katsumi charged her she wouldn't have been able to react in time, but fortunately for her the punk princess seemed to want to take things slow.
When Katsumi raised her hands, Elena knew what it meant, and it was bad news for her. Despite her deluded confidence in her own abilities, even Elena knew that she was pretty lacking in strength. But of course she couldn't just back down from a challenge like that!
Katsumi's words did nothing to ease her worries as Elena made her way to meet her opponent. She kept the grin on her face, trying not to let Katsumi sense any of her doubt. "Good luck with that, I'm not gonna go down easy." Elena spoke confidently, not ceding any ground to her opponent and putting her previous matches behind her.
Right now she was going to everyone what she can really do, but first she would have to meet Katsumi's challenge head-on. She planted her feet down on the mat and locked hands with the punk princess before letting our an audible grunt and pushing with what little might she had.
Raw strength isn't Katsumi's forte either, to be fair. Her strengths lie in finesse and savagery. But she couldn't help but invite the pristine-looking girl over for a lockup. Young, innocent, the classic beauty the international crowd would surely fawn over. Of course she'd have to wreck that at every opportunity.
And of course Katsumi has a plan on how to do that.
Fingers lace with fingers, palms meet palms, and Katsumi's arms tense up as she meets Elena's forward force with.. surprising ease. It's not effortless, but she's immediately and abundantly aware that she could pressure this other girl back into her corner if she wanted. What she had in mind suddenly seems completely unnecessary.
Which is fabulous. This'll be so much more delicious.
Her back arches, pouring a little more strength into the grapple. Her wrists begin to twist, seeking to forcibly guide Elena's hands down to the sides, bringing their chests closer the lower they get. When the hands are finally manipulated lower, near Elena's hips, Katsumi's upper-body is leaning fully into Elena's, standing nearly cheek-to-cheek with her.
Torque!
The wrists are twisted to manipulate the girl's arms behind her lower back, resulting in Katsumi's arms wrapping around her waist! And with that, Katsumi steps into her to force herself against her and complete the transition into a trapped-arm bearhug. Immediately, Katsumi's toned stomach is pressed into Elena's bare midsection, hips meeting hips, breasts mashed tight to breasts, and face to face with the girl.
The pressure is kept light for now, mostly wanting the thrill of seeing the shock of the predicament light up those big blue eyes.
It didn't take long for Elena to end up on the backfoot in the test of strength. She kept on pushing, though it seemed to do little more than tire her out. A yelp left Elena's mouth as Katsumi twisted her wrists and brought them to her sides. She winced in pain and stood up on her tiptoes as their chests pressed against each other and their faces were only inches apart.
Then the real problem came. In a matter of seconds Elena found herself trapped by her opponent in a bearhug. A light blush rose in her cheeks from a mix of embarrassment, effort, and the contact between the two of them as she struggled to break free.
"Nngh! You d-don't have me quite... ngh... y-yet!" Elena spoke defiantly and confidently, which was betrayed by her panicked squirming within the punk princess' grasp. But with her arms trapped, that was really all she could manage at the moment. So she kept squirming, letting out a few groans from the strain as well as the pain that was beginning to build in her back.
It wasn't too typical for Katsumi to start the match with a squeeze. But the opportunity presented itself, and the Punk Princess couldn't resist. The visual would be too delicious for the audience, watching the bad apple put the squeeze on an imperiled innocent girl. Beauty and the beast, so to speak. And Katsumi was only too aware of it, among other factors.
Her arms dig further around the other girl's waist, squeezing her hands to keep her arms folded behind her back. The pressure of the hold focuses on her lower back, hugging Elena's body tighter to herself. With no space left between them, the real punishment can begin. Every few seconds, the hold would tighten, constricting Elena's fetching figure against herself. The thrashing serves to grind them together, chests rubbing together, hearts racing, the heat of friction between them. Katsumi's back arches, adding just a little more pressure against Elena's stomach with her own.
"Always something.. nngh.. so satisfying..," Katsumi begins quietly to her, "..about crushing.. a girl's stomach.. with my own abs.."
With their faces so close together, every exhale is a beat of warmth against Elena's lips, and Katsumi shoots her a wickedly pleased smile.
"Don't.. ngh.. you.. agree?" The question is punctuated with another clench of her arms against Elena's waist, sustaining the pressure for a few agonizing seconds before easing a little - just enough to let Elena get a few breaths. Part of enjoying the hunt is playing with your food! And hearing Elena's response, whatever it may be, is exactly what's on the menu.
Elena continued squirming, her struggles becoming more and more frantic over time. She was starting to panic. This couldn't be happening again. The match had just begun and she was already trapped so thoroughly. It seemed like this was going to be no different than previous showings after all.
The squeeze suddenly became tighter, forcing a gasp out of Katsumi's victim. Elena's cheeks became redder and she felt her face getting hot as her struggles for their bodies to rub together. The punk princess kept squeezing tighter and tighter, her breath brushing against Elena's gentle skin as she spoke. All of it worked to overwhelm the poor girl who thrashed wildly like a wounded animal in a trap.
Eventually Elena was held so tight that she could hardly move at all and her body went stiff as she yelled out in pain. "AAAGGHH!! L-LET GO!" Only a few seconds later it seemed like her opponent had listened to her, and the hold loosened enough for Elena to catch her breath, which she did without hesitation. "I... hah... hah... disagree..."
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"Aw. You don't think so?," Katsumi asks the breathless girl with an overly-innocent tilt of her head. "Because I~ think it's exquisite."
The arms tighten a little further again, but more gradually this time. Slowly building pressure as Katsumi shifts on the gold-boxed toes of her boots. The result is a subtle, private grind of her body against Elena's, adding heated friction and pressure to the embrace; curious to see how much she can take.
"I kind'a like feelin' you cave against me," she purrs, letting her gaze hood. She knows she's being suggestive. She never used to be so suggestive with people! Maybe it has something to do with being in such a dominant position against a helpless opponent, a part of savoring the moment, a desire to watch the other girl squirm.
Then something occurs to her. Amidst the admittedly flirtatious overtones and suggestive brushing of skin against skin, feeling one another's breath upon faces, hearts pounding against chests... she got the girl in this position very quickly. And Elena's stuck. She could potentially finish her here with her Shutdown signature.
Whatever Katsumi was going to say is paused as her gaze sharpens on her. It isn't an aggressive or predatory look this time, but rather scrutinizing, studying her, searching her eyes. The grip around Elena's waist loosens again, just enough to hold the blonde's body against her tightly, securely, but not constricting.
Her mouth opens to speak, but she finds she isn't sure what to say. She second-guesses herself. The next moment will tell her more than anything. The way Elena looks back at her. The way she resists - or doesn't. Will she look pitiful? Hopeless? Miserable? Or will she looks defiant?
...Should Katsumi be taking it easier on the poor girl? She's instantly hit with the sense that really pushing this opportunity to its full might actually hurt the girl's self-esteem in a way that she really, really doesn't want. Maybe it won't turn her away from professional wrestling, but getting completely dominated right out the gate is just... merciless. Cruel.
