Bryan Daniels vs. Ninjette - The Fight Before Christmas

So. Bryan was celebrating while she rolled around on the floor like a fallen deer in the middle of the road. Normally, she would have been willing to say that he was being stupid, giving her far too much time to get her shit back together...but she'd been doing the same thing only about two minutes ago. Her stomach couldn't take the hypocrisy. "Yeah, yeah." She grumbled, looking up at him with squinting eyes. "Enjoy it while it lasts."

Bryan was on her before she could think about sitting up, and all of the sudden her weight was pusing down on her chest. His body didn't have an ounce of fat on it that she could see, which made things easy on her eyes and her chest - there wasn't that much weight coming down on her, not like with most guys. Getting up would be hard, but not undoable.

"2...!"

The referee had just brought his hand up for the final count when Kozue managed an escape attempt, pressing back on her shoulders, shooting her legs out and breaking the pin before she could suffer the shortest defeat of her entire career. Cutting it close. Way too close. She had to remember that being new didn't make Bryan useless. He could beat her if she wasn't careful, just like anyone else.

"Sorry to disappoint, Red." Escape or not, she was still at a disadvantage, and all she could do for now was try to roll away and reach the ropes, hoping she could pull herself up before he moved in.

Bryan had an unobstructed view of the referee slapping her hands against the mat, nodding along with every momentous smack that the audience just so happened to count along with as well. One aspect of the wrestling biz Bryan was demonstrating a knack for was being charismatic enough to win the audience even when he was attempting to pin someone they were just rooting for. A testament to his natural animal magnetism or how fickle a wrestling crowd be...he’d like to think it was the former.

Bryan gave out an annoyed grunt once Kozue sprung out of the pin attempt with more thrust than he thought she could muster, rolling off of the spry ninja girl and settling on his knees with his hands on his hips. He took a few seconds to himself to catch his breath and think on where to go from here, brimming with a genuine sense of accomplishment after being oh so close to pulling out a win against someone he  probably had no right gaining a “W” over. He had a random thought as to how great he’d be doing if he was getting the same training as Kozue…maybe something to ask about later…

B-RY followed Kozue to the ropes after his quick breather. The sight of Kozue once again shuffling away in retreat making him realize just how effective he’s been at maintaining pressure so far, thinking he must be pretty damn good at this wrestling thing to have the hyper trained ninja girl on the ropes…quite literally he might add. With her back to the ropes, Bryan leaned his well-sculpted frame against hers with one arm over her shoulder to keep her pinned and prevent any nimble footed shenanigans.

“Havn’t disappointed me yet Koz…just, uh, try not to hate me for this one…” Now cheek to cheek as he whispered this quick message, Bryan leaned back and cut a deep knife edge chop across her chest, a grimace across his own face from the echoing slap. All just to keep her stunned for an upcoming Irish whip into the adjacent ropes, Bryan meeting her halfway to snatch her around the waist and hoist her way up high before implanting her back down in a ring-shaking spine buster attempt.

Kozue was glad to see the audience  wasn't immediately dumping hate on Bryan. This being his first match, he had to make a good impression, set the tone for the rest of his career, and Kozue knew firsthand how the Tension crowd could be with guys. The place had been dominated by assholes so long that they tended to assume any guy beating on a girl was automatically in the wrong. Now that the asshole quotient was going down, things were getting a little better, but there was still some shades of that mindset. A lot of the things King did just couldn't be unseen.

But, no, the Japanese crowd was warming up to the redheaded model just as well as they'd done with the gaijin girl dressed up like a ninja. Having a body that looked like it was made from chiseled marble probably helped.

Even so, she still got her own fair share of applause when she managed to kick out, as the audience started to really get behind the match. She saw a few smiling faces looked back at her from the first row. Appreciation. Adoration. Respect. It was nice. And shortlived.

Bryan was on her before she could really enjoy the moment, and she put up a struggle as he kept her pinned to the ropes. Didn't help. Bryan was bigger and stronger and heavier - maybe not by much compared to most of her opponents, but too much for this position. "Forget about it." She managed to mumble out the words before Bryan sent her running off.

She bounced off the ropes and came running back towards him with staggering steps, trying to slam the breaks before they met. Didn't work, either. Kozue went right into his clutches, yelped for a hot second as she was lifted into the air, and hit the mat with resounding force. The spine buster left her laid out on the floor beneath him, breathing slow and hard.

Hoisting Kozue up and planting her back down wasn’t as effortless as he had would have appreciated, grunting in exertion as he clutched her waist and gave Kozue a view of the crowd from about 10 feet up. Kozue was a slim number but Bryan was no body builder either, though one could hardly argue with the results, planting Kozue to the canvas with as satisfying a pop you could hear.

Riding along with the shifting momentum from the slam, Bryan himself bounced back up to one knee with his other leg extended to the side, the dapper don sporting a well-earned grin as he scanned the cheering audience from left to right. A flirtatious wink to some pining fan girls in the front row got them riled up with ear-piercing screams, a few of them perhaps wishing they could trade places with Kozue at that very second.

This was exactly the kind of game he was comfortable with, fast and loose with flashy theatrics to top it all off.  Kozue was so far having no answer for the suave lothario’s constant pressure. The spine buster knocking the wind out of her sails with only the stage lights for comfort, and Bryan fighting to not be distracted at how the ninja girl could still look damn sexy splayed out like that…

Despite looking practically comatose at the moment, Bryan was willing to give Koz the benefit of the doubt here, a pin attempt more than likely earning the same result as last time. Instead deciding to lean forward and raise Ninjette to a sitting position by her dangling arms.

“Sorry bout all this Kozue, part of the job and such…” After tossing her own words right back at her, Bryan would seat himself inches away from Koz and wrap his arm around the back of her head in a front face lock, With his legs clamped around her slender waist, B-RY intended to drain Ninjette even further after having just been knocked for a loop or maybe even have her slip off to dreamland right then and there, practically sharing the same body heat with their front chests and abs in direct contact again.

Kozue was having some difficulty remembering who was the rookie in this situation. Maybe it was a little memory loss from gettng her spine busted against the canvas. Or, maybe, it was just the way he'd been dominating her for the past minute or so. It was making things a bit hazy. Also, Bryan's screeching chorus of fangirls wasn't doing wonders for her concentration.

She was lucid enough to feel Bryan pulling her up into a sit, and had enough wherewithall to realize what was likely coming next. Knowing wasn't going to do a damn thing to actually stop it, though. Kozue tried to pull away as he tugged at her arms, attempted to roll to the side as he went in for a sit, and wanted to move away from his legs as he wrapped them around her slim waist, but none of those things were happening. Bryan had her and he had her good.

Kozue gritted her teeth as he locked the hold in and kept her pressed tight against him. It was a none-too subtle reminder of just how hot the guy she was fighting really was, and it might have even been erotic, if not for all the pain and cracking bones.

Getting out of this would be good. Preferably before she passed out.

Her head was trapped and her legs weren't in a position to do more than writhe around, but Kozue still had two perfectly servicible arms to work with, and she put them both to good use. She started to throw punches into Bryan's side, getting as much power into the blows as she could muster and drilling his ribs hard, cutting into him with constant punishment to the ribs.

Kozue put up some middling resistance when but clearly she was in no shape to fight off the impending front facelock. Bryan locked it in with authority as he sat perpendicular to the exhausted ninja girl, entwining his fingers together and wrenching it in to keep Koz nice and sedated.

“Unngh!…Ah!...damn!” The pelting strikes to his rib cage gave Bryan the distinct impression Kozue wasn’t as hopelessly out of it as he predicted, wincing from the bruising impacts. The audience rallied back behind Kozue as she worked over her new punching bag with left and right punches and fought to regain some type of momentum after being thoroughly manhandled all around the ring, somehow becoming the underdog in this match despite being the seasoned vet.

“Nngh…Ok, ok, you don’t like the facelock…let’s try sumthin new then…” Ninjette may not have looked it but she had a mean right hook, and fresh shades of purple weren’t exactly a good look for him or his ribs. B-RY eased up on the waist scissors and worked his back up to a standing position, but maintaining a grip on the headlock so Ninjette followed suit and rose right along with him. Kozue may have still had that spark, but Bryan had the feeling that he was just one move away from putting this one in the record books.

Releasing the headlock and placing his right arm across Kozue’s chest, Bryan held her drained body vertical and took a second to really soak in the electric atmosphere, smirking to his fans who could tell the set up for a finisher when they saw one. If uninterrupted the model athlete would lean forward and dip Kozue back as if in some grand ball dance room, holding her in place before yanking them both back to implant Kozue face first into the mat with his “One Night Stand” finisher.

Kozue was no boxer on the best day of her life. She was a kicker. Most of the power was in her legs, and she did her best damage swinging them around and using them to stay mobile.

But this was something of an exceptional situation. Most of the guys she wrestled gave her space, preferred to try and capture her and throw her around with big slams. A couple of them had been high-flyers, like her. But Bryan was going a different route, more methodical than she would have guessed, and as she pelted away at his side with stinging blows, it became more and more apparent that this would require a change in tact. Fast. Bryan was going to take a more intelligent approach.

Granted, this realization would be a moot point if she wasn't even awake to do anything about it, and it was starting to become rapidly apparent that might be the case. He was lifting her up, keeping the headlock on strong, taking his time and setting up for something. If the fan's cheers were anything to go by, something that would involve ramming her skull into the mat at high speeds.

Naturally, that would be a bad thing. So, when Bryan leaned forward and prepared for the plunge, Kozue decided she would take action.

She brought her leg around behind Bryan's and surged forward, pushing into him before he had the chance to pull, trying to trip him up with a Russian Leg Sweep. Not the most devastating move, but she had to start somewhere.

With Kozue propped up and leaning against him to keep her steady as if she had one too many chardonnay’s and his ecstatic fan girls (When did he even get those?) swooning over the dashing young rogue,  Bryan earnestly felt that surge of adrenaline from being the center of attention with the whole world watching. There was definitely a major high that came along with kicking ass and putting on a damn decent show as well.

There wasn’t any major science going on with his strategy so far. Keeping Kozue grounded and with little room to get those track star legs running again just seemed natural. He just hoped that Kozue wouldn’t take losing to the new guy too harshly. That trip to the skatepark may be in jeopardy once this is all said and done.

Though in the midst of already planning for post-match hurt feelings, Bryan wouldn’t notice the ninja girl twirling her leg behind his own and caught completely off guard as Kozue reversed the finisher and instead slamming him back to the mat with authority.

“Ah..damn, Koz…” Bryan winced from taking the impact to the back of his cranium, dazed and confused while rolling to his side and rubbing his head to get that throbbing sensation under control.

The past few months had made an amazing world of difference for Kozue's fighting style. Before Junko, she wouldn't have even thought about trying a move like that. At this point in the match, after getting worked over so well by Bryan, she would've fallen for whatever he was trying to do, which probably would've left her on the floor while the referee raised her hand for the final count.

Instead, she was up. She was standing. Bryan wasn't. And, suddenly, things were looking a little more optimistic. "Yeah." She took a step back and cracked her neck, getting out some of the accumulating kinks. "Life's like that, sometimes."

Even though she had the ball now, Kozue didn't want to speed things up just yet. Bryan had a good lead on her, and she still wasn't quite through shaking off the effects. She needed to wear him down, lay some groundwork for a full rally. She needed a submission hold. And with Bryan on his side like that, she knew just the one to go far.

Kozue dropped down behind Bryan and reached around, grabbing his chin with one hand and securing a double-toed leglock on him with the other. From there, she just rolled on her back, brought him along with her, and let his back bend against her knees as she folded him in half with a bow and arrow hold. A nice, relaxing, simple move.

For her. For him, it would feel like hell was coming out through his spine.

Never let it be said that Bryan wasn’t learning more about the business as he went along. So far one hard earned lesson that was imprinted onto the back of his throbbing head was to never assume the match was in the bag no matter the lead or how much you’ve been kicking arse. From prepping up Kozue for an up close introduction to the canvas to rolling over in agony in the span of 2 seconds, the tempo of these matches can really change on a dime and bite you in the ass hard.

Bryan hoped that the ninja girl wouldn’t quite still have the wherewithal to capitalize on the turn of events, but the feeling of skinny fingers clasping his chin and his legs being intertwined dashed those hopes right quick. With both grips synching in at around the same time, B-RY’s initial confusion over where to concentrate his efforts on breaking free gave Koz time to set up and lock in the bow and arrow submission hold.

“Hugh!!” The lithe ninja girl had Bryan pretty much dead to rights in the back bending submission move, holding him aloft as his tensed, muscled abs flexed from the knees digging into his curved spine. B-RY clenched his teeth as this was a whole new level of searing pain coursing through his back. With one hand digging into Kozue’s fingers under his Bryan hoped some light hearted banter could earn a shred of sympathy while he was still cognizant enough to talk.

“H-hey…c’mon, Koz, you knew…nngh…I waz jes playin before right? No need…to bend things…out of proportions?...Right?”