Haruko vs Cristina

Sum 41's Hell song began playing as Haruko stepped out on the stage in a black two piece bikini. She waved to the crowd happily before running down the ramp and climbed up the ropes, stepping into the ring. She didn't do anything special in the ring, however, and just moved to her corner. She would be fighting a new woman today, and was actually a bit pumped as she couldn't seem to stand still in the ring. She had finally been around enough to be pitted against a new girl. She was moving up.

"Now just prove you can handle the newer talent." She said to herself as she waited for Cristina to come out.

The opening notes of Kill the Rock, a strange song to be sure, heralded the entry of the newcomer. She was obviously solidly built, looking a bit more made of soft than hard, and with an exotic Mexican skin color that caught the crowd's interest almost as much as her large, prominent breasts. Everyone had a chance to examine her in detail, as she wore a simple black leotard that flatteringly hugged her and left nearly nothing to the imagination. She shook her hair to clear her bangs from her eyes and took a look around. She couldn't help but grin; years of work, and here she finally was, in front of the crowd, and they looked eager to see what she could do.

She made her way to the ring, nodding to the fans closest on either side, and walking up the steps to enter the ring. Her eyes fixed on her opponent, and her grin flickered slightly. "Nice to meet you," She called out, stepping forward without fear and extending her hand. "Cris Amarillo. Make sure you don't go easy on me." She spoke in Japanese with a clear accent, and although the words were simple and to the point she was clearly fluent to a degree. The referee stepped up and made sure both girls were current on the rules, making the Mexican girl roll her eyes. "Trust me, I won't fight dirty, I'm a cat person," She said, adjusting her hair again. Were the cat girl to take her hand, she would find the grip strong but not enough to try and be painful.

Haruko blinked a little as the woman in the black leotard began walking down the ramp. She gulped a little as it was easy to tell that her opponent was all woman. It caused her to sweat just a little as she made her entrance into the ring. She then realized that she was talking to her.

"Uh.. Oh! Oh sorry... it's nice to meet you too!" She perked up, reaching to shake her hand with a smile. Her blonde tail and ears seemed to both perk up a little as she shook Cristina's hand. "Oh, and I won't... Uh.. I'll make sure you end up stuck in a few of my submissions." She said with a sheepish smile.

"Same to you," Cris said with an almost cocky grin. "Let's hope we both come out of this with all our limbs working." She couldn't help but let a bit of a flush show on her face; between the crowd and this cute neko girl, things were looking very good indeed to her. "Good luck." With that, she stepped back, waiting for the sound of the bell.

As soon as it sounded she stepped up again, eyes setting in determination like targeting radars on the cat girl. She offered her hands up for a test of strength, not even rushing at her opponent without giving her a fair chance.

Haruko nodded a little in response, but she couldn't help but giggle a little as well. As soon as the bell rang, however, she moved towards her, and accepted the test of strength, and started trying to push against her as hard as she could. Strength, however, was not exactly her strong suit.

She felt resistance and instinctually matched it, stopping the catgirl and feeling right away that she clearly had the advantage in strength. She decided to test that out, pouring on more force in an effort to push her arms back, or even make her opponent take a step back, in which case she would move closer to compensate. Cris still kept eye contact with her, holding her gaze as she grunted in exertion. She pondered what sort of move she would go for, realizing a bit sheepishly in her mind that she should have planned this out beforehand.

Haruko took one step back, then another, and another. She wasn't one for staying in a pointless situation, so she tried to fall onto her back, and try to flip Cristina over her so she would land flat on her back. "Yah!!" She would shout as she tried to push Cristina over her with her feet.

Her initial dominance had put Cristina a bit off her guard, and thus she was unprepared when Haruko made her move. All she could do as she was flipped was watch the world spin, and wince as she landed hard, her head bouncing a few times. Many observant fans would also notice her assets bouncing about in a much more pleasing fashion, straining against the tight black fabric of her attire. "Mierda," She exclaimed in her birth tongue. 'Shit.' Cris was gasping as her head swam, fighting to concentrate. She felt like quite a fool, being taken in and hurt by such a simple maneuver.

Annoyance got her moving, and she tried to scramble inelegantly to her feet, turning to face her opponent and deciding to counter, barreling right at the cat-girl and attempting to scoop her up into a blissfully simple sort of submission; a big bear hug.

Haruko didn't stay down on her back. Instead, she rolled forward to her feet and tried to stand back up quick. She turned around after Cristina got to her feet as well, and was a bit surprised at her sudden burst of speed. Unable to avoid it in time, she easily got snatched up and lifted off her feet in the bearhug.

"Ghnn!" She gasped, trying to kick at her where she could, hoping she let go quick.

Cris winced at the pain but knew she had to weaken the girl a bit to pull off any of her finishers and hopefully make this a quick, relatively easy win. She steeled herself, trying not to make any noise as she squeezed as hard as she could, all her power compressing Haruko like a constrictor snake. The girl's saving grace would probably come in the fact that she had wrapped her arms around the neko's arms as well as her body, meaning that although her squeeze was painful, the separation was probably reducing the agony. It would restrain her arms quite effectively, though.

She had to squeeze her eyes shut as one particular kick struck her gut the wrong way and she felt her grip loosen a bit. "Nnngh.."