Heather Sunderland vs Kura Shimizu

Standard Match
No Disqualification
No Moves are Forbidden

The lights turned to a dark blue as Heather's theme played over the speakers, signifying the beginning of the next match of the night. Heather was more than excited at facing yet another girl that she's never had a chance to get in the ring with yet. She crawled out onto the stage area, bathed in smoke and green laser lights. She was dressed in her usual of her purple fishnet top, black bikini top underneath, black skirt, purple and black striped stockings, and black boots. Her face and arm were glowing a bright purple from the bodypaint that she had applied backstage, a grin forming on her face at the reaction she was getting from the crowd.

She crawled down to about mid-ramp, standing up and raising her hands in the air, pyro shooting out from the stage area timed with her pose. She rushed down the rest of the ramp, sliding underneath the bottom rope and heading straight to the corner. She got up onto the middle rope, raising her arms in the air again as pyro shot down to the ring. She took a deep breath, basking in the whole atmosphere before she hopped off to the center of the ring, turning her attention to the stage area.

The lights turned to normal, revealing her body paint to be transparent in normal light, as if she wasn't wearing any. She stretched out her arms and legs a little, staring up the ramp and waiting for the arrival of her opponent.

Kura Shimizu:

Kura had slipped into gorilla position behind Heather as soon as she crawled out onto the stage. In the darkened area she leaned near the curtains, parting them slightly enough to watch the woman's routine as she made her way down the ramp. She enjoyed the show. This one was going to be a treat, she could tell, and she already was able to sample what it would look like when she eventually had her kneeling before her in the ring. She could have done without the pyrotechnics, overly gaudy, needless flare. There was no accounting for taste. As Heather slipped into the ring her hand fell away to let the curtain drop freely. She reached up, drawing down her mask as she waited.

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Theme:

Kura slipped out from behind the curtains once the music proper had begun. Her face was obscured behind a stark white kitsune mask with bright red and gold features painted over its surface. She was garbed in what looked to be a rather ornate kimono. At it's base it was a shimmering white, though most of it was obscured with deep reds and glistening gold. her clothing was almost like a mural depicting a great battle of a woman slaying a great and terrible beast. The obi tied at her waist, rather then bowed behind her had been tied in front. That alone seemed to rile up some of the onlookers to hoot and whistle.

The lighting had been dimmed to all but the entryway and the ring making her stand out more surrounded by darkness. As her music swelled and hit high notes the arena lighting would flash red for the briefness of these notes. She moved slowly and deliberately all the way down to the ring side. Making her way onto the apron she slipped through the middle and the top ropes. With a finger on the kitsune snout she lifted the mask enough for her lips to be visible as she blew Heather a kiss before moving to her corner. As her music faded she had slipped free from her obi and shrugged the kimono down onto her arms. The official was kind enough to take her garments, but she left the mask in her corner to hang when she eventually removed it.

She turned on the bare balls of her feet to stare across at Heather. There was a glimmer in her eyes. Something predatory as if she were seeing a meal before her. With a simple smile, she lightly tucked back a few strands of hair behind her ear to await the bell.

Heather narrowed her eyes as her opponent's theme began to play over the speakers. She took a deep breath in and out, her heart racing a bit just from the shift in the atmosphere, watching Kura make her way out on the stage area and down the ramp. She bit her lip hard, tapping her foot a couple times as she looked on in awe at Kura's entrance. It was simplistic, but yet quite impactful, entirely different from Heather's flashy and in-your-face entrance. Kura may have had some dislike for Heather's entrance, but the feeling wasn't returned here, Heather definitely appreciated what she was seeing. On top of all that, this girl she was about to face was definitely quite the looker.

"Heh..well..this should at least me interesting" Heather spoke to herself under her breath, chewing at her lip slightly as she tapped her foot a couple times. She leaned back against the corner, watching the girl make her way into the ring before lifting her mask ,like that and blowing that kiss. Her face turned quite the deep red, Heather averting her eyes just slightly as she removed those garments, hanging up that mask of hers. Heather took a couple deep breaths, aiming to calm down her heavy beating heart just from Kura's mannerisms. She knew full well if the girl could continue to get her like this, it wouldn't mean well for her in the match.

She moved out from the corner, her eyes glued on Kura as the entrances finished. The ref went over the rules..or lack of any such thing with the two, leading to Heather holding her hand out towards the girl for a shake to start out the match. "Here's to a good fun match--where I kick your butt all over the ring" She said, sticking her tongue out a little as she pushed quite the grin on her face.

Even in the dim lighting Kura had seen it, that small touch of color in Heather's features that gave her away. She made no mention of it let on so sign she knew. While she disrobed the kimono, she had let it slide off her a bit more provocatively, despite her being clothed underneath. She didn't seem to waste any time or effort in making the other woman squirm

Kura had a nature grace about her movements, as pleasant form to each step with a gentle sway to her hips accentuating her body. She stood before Heather, giving her a more noticeable amount of respect now that they were face to face. It was hard to read her face. Her smooth delicate features left very little to discern, not even a smile. As she reached out to take Heather's offered hand, she reached just past it, enough place her fingers gently to the woman's forearm and slowly trace them back to the waiting hand to shake it. "I intend to have quite a bit of fun."

Her lips curled into a faint smirk as she flicked her own tongue out at Heather, though, unlike the playful gesture from the purple haired vixen, hers was a bit more suggestive. Assuming there was no tomfoolery in the handshake from Heather, she would take two paces back from the other woman and await the bell. She made no real effort to hide the fact she was sizing the other woman up in more ways than her style. Quite taken already with this one. Without the visibly body paint, she was a lovely sight to behold.

Heather bit her lip slightly at the way she was removing that kimono. Her face was clearly turning a deeper red at her actions, Heather tapping her foot as she fought her emotions and tried to calm herself down as much as possible. She did her best to shake it all off, another deep breath coming from her mouth before she nod as they moved to the center of the ring.

She couldn't help but eye those lovely hips of Kura's as she moved with that grace, her eyes following the swaying before finally she stopped in front of her, Heather snapping herself out of it as soon as she possibly could. Kura however, wasn't about to let her calm down fully it seemed. She shivered as she felt her trace her fingers from her forearm down to her hand, a visible gulp appearing in her throat as they finally shook hands. Her words sent a chill down her spine, the suggestive motion of her flicking her tongue out at her leaving Heather quite speechless as Kura released her hand and took those steps back. Heather stood frozen for a second or two before finally she moved herself back as well.

"D-damnit.." She cursed out, hating how much she was already getting to her before the match had even started. Finally, the bell rang, Heather reacting to it as quickly as she could as she kicked off from the corner. She rushed to the other corner, leaping in the air as she tried to start off the match with a dropkick attempt to Kura's chest!

As the bell sounded both women immediately went into motion. She danced on the balls of her feet, initially intending to charger as well, but finding Heather taking initiative she surrendered that lone of thought entirely. The woman was fast, faster than she expected.Those long legs of hers covered the canvas quickly. As Heather took to the sky, Kura was already moving, dipping to the side to avoid the kick. Still, a bit of it caught her in the shoulder. She reeled back from the blow, staggering for a few steps before she found her footing. If nothing else this served as a good benchmark for Heather's speed, she wouldn't get caught like that again. The shoulder of her gi has slipped down her arm from the blow, with a quick shrug of her shoulder she popped it back where it should be before starting towards purple haired woman.

She picked up into a run in no time flat, trying to cover the small distance between where she had stumbled and where Heather had landed in an attempt to catch her before she had the chance to fully rise from the maneuver that had so carelessly put herself on the ground. She was swift, and her bare footfalls on the canvas were strangely enough, almost silent on approach. As she neared, regardless of if Heather was still rising or standing fully, she lunged at the woman, spiking a knee out with deadly precision to catch the girl in the side of the head, possibly even her temple.

Heather felt her boot slightly collide with Kura, but it didn't get anywhere near the impact that she would have wanted. She just grazed her with it, causing her to stumble back like that, but it wasn't enough to keep her under control. She hit the mat after mostly missing that dropkick, wincing slightly as her body collided with the mat. It's like she got hurt more than Kura by hitting the mat like that, clicking her tongue a bit.

She shook her head, starting to push herself up as she needed to regain herself. Before she could get fully up though, she felt that knee slam right into her head, rocking her mind completely. "Guhaah!!" She yelled out at the sensation, knocking her hard onto her side. The impact shook her, her vision faltering for a second as she rolled a little, ending up just underneath the bottom rope.

Kura had been like a fly by missile, driving her knee as deep as she could into Heather before the two separated ways. She tucked her body inward to land in a tumble. Kicking off the ground as she rolled, she flipped herself upright to stand easily on the balls of her feet, taking a moment to look back at where Heather had rolled off to.

She walked her way over to where Heather laid, tilting her head as a smirk washed over her features. "Are you still with us?" She had a soft sweet tone, it was hard to tell if it was laced with genuine concern or she was teasing the other woman.  

She stepped her legs through the ropes, seating herself on the middle rope, casually bouncing over where the purple haired woman had rolled. She reached out, trying to collect Heather by the  hair and shoulder to pull her upper body closer, enough she would try to slip her long powerful legs around the back of the woman's head and into an odd improvised figure 4 headlock while using the ropes for leverage. If she managed to.get Heather in the hood, she would clean herself back, holding onto nothing for support as she used her own weight and gravity to apply a stretching element to the choke.

Heather groaned out a little at those words, rubbing the side of her head slightly as she squirmed around. "Ngh..s..shut up..I'm fine!" She let out, shaking her head to try and shake off the whole thing as writhed on the ground a little. Her head was pounding and spinning, definitely regretting succumbing to a move like that so early on in the match. She felt like it really took a toll on her, one that would be taken advantage of as she was gripped by her hair.

She let out a bit of a groan, her eyes widening as she felt those lovely thighs lock around her head, squeezing her in that figure four as the girl leaned back, stretching on the ropes. She kicked her legs frantically, twisting and turning as she reached up for her thighs. She started to nearly claw at them, whimpering out as she pulled and pried.

Kura's hands reached out to grasp hold of Heather's wrists, attempting to pull back her arms so she wouldn't be able to hinder he hold. She rocked back and forth on the ropes, the stretching came in small bursts. The hold itself wasn't even locked in as tight as it could be. In fact it loosened and tightened slowly her thoughts rubbing up against Heather's cheeks. "If you ask nicely, I may just let you go."

She smiled sweetly, though the girl under her couldn't see. She seemed to have no problem keeping her here for as long as she cared to struggle. With the rules in place, there wouldn't be anyone to stop her. She had laid the key to her escape at Heather's feet, would she be too prideful to take it?