Win via Pinfall, Submission, or DQ
The management of LAW is a mixed bag. Sometimes they give people a solid shot. Sometimes they seem to keep promising athletes out of the limelight. But the most consistent thing that can be said of booking is that they're here to put eyes on their program. To put butts in the seats. For tonight, the management has taken a dual approach.
On the one hand, one of LAW's newest Young Lionesses has been told she'd get a shot at the mainstream to really put her name out there. To really shine in the ring in front of the regular fans, to really propel her career.
On the other hand, Katsumi's immediate revulsion at being put against another newbie was quelled with one simple mandate: "Tear her apart." It was more direct than she'd expect. More vicious than she was prepared for. But once that encouragement was given, Katsumi was looking at this match in a whole new light. She could have fun with this.
She hadn't bothered to do much research on her opponent. She heard she called herself 'The Style', whatever that meant! She got a quick picture of her in street clothes, and could easily determine she's pretty. She looks young. Fresh out of highschool. The audience is going to eat up watching her get pulverized at her hands.
And at last, the heavy electric thrums of her intro music fills the arena, vivid green laserlights dancing in rhythm.
The Intro Video
Katsumi
"From Osaka, Japan!"
"The Punk Princess!"
"KATSUMIIII! OOOSHIIROOOO!"
The girl's head is tipped back, basking in the sheer volume of the noise shaking the arena. And with a sudden burst of movement, she thrusts a fist into the air. Jets of cold sparks burst around the stage perimeter, adding a splash of sparkling amethyst. Though it's short-lived as the punkette begins making her way to the ring, one hand propped to her waist as her hips sway in confident sashay. Upon reaching the ring's edge, she grabs the middle rope and sweeps herself up onto the apron. With a spin, she pivots to face the audience at large.
Her right index finger sets beneath her eye, and she tugs the eyelid, her tongue poking out at them. It's a little different from her usual flipping them off, but it got a similar reaction - boos mixing into an uptick in cheer. The audience has acclimated to her brand of attitude and punky demeanor. It might've been different, if the audience had her opponent to compare her to. But for now? She's enjoying the response.
Katsumi's back arches over the ropes, her supple figure bent flexibly before somersaulting to land neatly upon her boots again. Then a saunter along the ring's perimeter, pointing out at the crowd with a smug smirk, putting everyone wordlessly on notice. At last, she ends in her corner, leaning back with arms draping the ropes at either side, vibrant emerald eyes stuck to the entrance ramp in anticipation.
