Bryan Daniels vs. Ninjette - The Fight Before Christmas

Now that she had the hold sunk in, Kozue could finally take a moment to catch her breath and survey the situation. She'd underestimated Bryan, clearly, and nearly lost the match over it. He was the sort of opponent that was difficult for her to hang with - stronger than her, enough to be a bother, but quick enough that she couldn't totally outpace him, either, with enough stamina to eventually catch up no matter how fast she went. He seemed to have a good hold on the mat skills, too. Well-rounded.

Which meant she had a problem. This move would hurt him, but not enough to get a real submission anytime soon. Kozue would have to let him go, and when that happened, he'd start trying to rally back. Another good round of slams and holds might be too much to handle, so she needed a way to shut him down. She just had no idea what that way would be.

"Just making sure you get the thrust..." She surged and pushed her knees even deeper into his back, giving a sharp grunt at the effort. "...of my position." A pun for a pun. As cute as this was, the time was ticking, taking the better part of a full minute. She couldn't hold him forever, though that didn't mean she had to be gentle about letting him go.

Kouze let go of Bryan's chin, but kept the toehold strong, so that, when she pushed up with her legs, Bryan only had one direction to go: up and over, flying forward in an arc towards the canvas.

"Hugh...Aw, c'mon...that's not funny Koz...Nngh..." Unfortunately Bryan's brand of witty repertoire wasn't earning him any pity from Kozue, instead only further tightening in of the bow and arrow submission hold that the model athlete was learning the hard way that she may have some proficiency in applying. The stretching strain from having his back arched over her knees kept him from formulating any escape strategy's or clever come back lines, gritting his teeth while raising one hand to the sky and waving his index finger when the ref was getting in his face about submitting.

Not to say the idea was starting to sound pretty damn tempting after being bent out of shape in the grueling and torturous submission hold. Kozue was definitely working out some earlier aggression from earlier in the match by working him over and propping him up his lean figure for the audience over head.The expertly applied submission was wracking his body with wave after wave of pain, with still no ideas of escaping coming up. Not that it would matter much in a minute since Kozue would solve his problem for him.

With no grip on his chin the model athlete would be flipped over to her sides, slamming his handsome mug into the mat with a sick thud. Bryan would roll to his back and then to lie on his front while he checked to make sure his nose wasn't bleeding...his fangirls in the audience booing wholeheartedly at the Jersey devil.

The crowd went wild as Bryan did a face plant right into the canvas...most of them, anyway. There was a growing gaggle of giggling girls in the audience that were starting to get on Kozue's tits, and she was tempted to send a few gestures their way. She didn't mind getting a little bad heat, but they could at least wait for her to do something heelish before treating her like a heel.

If that was the price she paid for beating up a pretty boy, though, it was one she'd gladly pay. Kozue sat up and pumped her fist out to the audience, getting a fresh batch of cheers back in reply. "It's a little funny." She smirked down his way, before she rolled to her feet and promptly stood.

That little respite had done wonders for her body. Still a few aches and pains, but nothing she couldn't deal with so long as the match didn't drag on too much longer, and now she had a few ideas on just how to make sure that wasn't the case.

She walked over to Bryan's head and bent down, grabbing two handfuls of red hair from that lovely mane of his. Kozue gave him some tugs to bring him back up and into position, and as soon as he looked stable she jumped back, twisted around, and sent a spinning heel kick flying towards that GQ face of his.

Bryan couldn't really blame the audience for cheering their lungs out for Kozue when she fired him off her knees and crash landing him face down on the canvas, seeing stars and maybe even a few planets as his senses dulled save for the heated, fuzzy pain in his face. He was positive that it must've been quite the spectacle to have him go sailing overhead like that. But at the moment Bryan was more concerned that his nose was bent out of shape than whether he was winning any popularity contest. His natural good looks were his livelihood, so even as dazed as he was still cognizant enough to make sure nothing was twisted.

Bryan groaned from having his well-quaffed hair used to yank back up to his feet, wondering how Kozue treated her enemies if this was how she tussled with friends. Hoisted back up to his shaky legs, Bryan wearily stood in place while Kozue winded up her knockout blow. However, in a pure example of how it's better to be lucky than talented, the model athlete would lean back form the weak sensation in his knees and dodge the roundhouse kick altogether, though to the audience it would appear like he planned it all along. The blurring wind from the missed kick woke him up from his stupor enough to notice kozue about to stop her spin right in front of him.

On pure, no thought involved instinct, Bryan would step forward, tuck her head under his armpit and hook her leg in preparation for a fisherman suplex, the model athlete maintaining the bridge afterward for a surprise pin attempt!!

"1!!"

Dodging. The enemy of all Kozue's best moves.

She wasn't quite sure how Bryan managed to dodge her attack - it was quick, clean, and crisp. Maybe he just had amazing reflexes like that, maybe she telegraphed it more than she thought, maybe he just got lucky. Whatever the case, her kick wound up sailing over his head, leaving her wide open and begging to be exploited. "Fuckfuckfu-"

She tried to spin around before Bryan could take advantage, but that was a lost cause, and she knew it the moment she felt his head under her armpit and his arm around her leg. Kozue recognized the move as a Fisherman's Suplex, but knowing what it was didn't mean there was a damn thing she could do to stop it. She was going for a ride.

She yelped as she went flying up and over, crashing hard on her shoulders for the second pin attempt of the match. Even over the impact, she could hear the crowd cheering for the counter, and Bryan's girl's were an octave above that.

"2...!"

Kozue shot her legs up and kicked out before the referee could get her hand all the way back up, rolling off and flopping on her chest. "Okay," She grumbled as she reached back and massaged her aching shoulders. "That was slick."

The impulse fisherman suplex brought a fervent rise out of the audience who thought they were gonna be witnesses to a huge upset, Bryan himself perhaps being the most stunned if he managed to finally put Koz away this time around. Whether it afforded him greater leverage on the suplex or not, Bryan was practically on his tip toes for the bridging attempt, clenching his teeth as he flexed his abs and arched into the pin as well as he could…

…all for a two count, the air deflating out of the arena as Kozue kicked out and rolled to her side. Bryan collapsed to his back and took a hot second to just lay there, rest, collect his thoughts and maybe wait for his own back to stop feeling like someone had cracked his vertebrae. Both the model athlete and the kunoichi were lying next to each other and taking a minute to recoup, both sides knowing eventually someone’s finisher won’t get countered…

“…*pant*…Huh? What was slick-I mean yeah...right...jus tryin to keep you on yer toes...” Bryan slowly shifted upward to his hands and knees, doing his level headed best to play off that streak of dumb luck and sheer instinct as something methodically planned out. Here’s hoping she bought it...

“…but yer gonna havta tell me jus what exactly is it gonna take for you to stay down Koz.” Flinching from the soreness in his lower lumbar, Bryan was still able to get to his feet a second faster than Kozue. Bryan would “escort” Kozue with a side headlock to a nearby corner post and lay her back against it. If unchecked, Bryan would rear way back and deliver a hook straight to her jaw with his bulging bicep.

For some reason, Kozue's bullshit detectors were going off full blast from what Bryan said, and she got the distinct feeling he hadn't planned that little counter as well as he was trying hard to sell. It didn't have a distinctly desperate nature to it, like a move he'd done on pure instinct, his training kicking in. Wrestling on autopilot.

In the end, though, it didn't matter much. Planned, unplanned, nature or nurture, it was still enough to dump Kozue flat on her ass. It wasn't like him doing it on accident made the move hurt any less.

Kozue took a few precious, pain-filled moments to push her way back up, trying to get away from Bryan before he could take advantage of the situation. No such luck - her head was tucked under his armpits before she had the chance, gripped tight in a headlock while his deodorant of choice dripped over her neck. "Maybe if you asked real nicely, ever think of that?" She put up a struggle and gave him as much of a fight as she could, but in the end, there wasn't much she could do - she was going where Bryan wanted her to go, and that happened to be in the corner.

She started to push off, trying to get free and make a move, but she was rocked with a massive hook to the face before she could make any progress, cracking hard against her skull. One of the nastiest punches she'd ever taken in the ring, and this one left her stunned and slumping. If it wasn't for arms draping over the ropes, she would have fallen flat on her ass. Again.

Being the suave, gentlemanly lothario he naturally exuded, up until this point Bryan had tried to steer clear of using heavy strikes and mix-ups on the scrappy ninja girl, relegating his game to mainly slams and submissions. Call it a reasonable inhibition he would definitely have to work out of his system one of these days if he intended to get anywhere in this league, but clocking a lady in the jaw was still somewhat of a faux pas in his book.

But Bryan figured all bets were off after Kozue just attempted a nasty spin kick that could have taken his head off, or worse, leave a bruise on his face that could have taken weeks to heal!! He was serious man, his face was his livelihood!!

The righteous uppercut practically knocked the sweat off her face, the will to stand out of her legs, and the fight clean out of the rest of her. After delivering that jawbreaker Bryan sort of collapsed into his own momentum and slumped his own exhausted, muscled bod against the ninja girl to rest and take advantage of any lull in the action he could get. Kozue may be seeing stars with no recollection of where she parked her car, but her heated and taut frame still made for a decent cushion to take a breather against.

Eventually leaning back and wiping the sweat from his eyes, Bryan could see the toll this entire match was taking on Kozue, the ninja girl slumped over and practically hung out to dry. This isn’t the first time Kozue looked on the verge of passing out but willed her way back into the lead, the model athlete knowing he needed to capitalize post haste.

Wrapping his arms around her slim waist, Bryan heaved the limp ninja to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. The audience caught onto the hype before they even knew what the model athlete had planned, cheering loudly with heightened anticipation. Following her up and standing on the middle ropes, Bryan turned himself to his side to place the back of his head against her slender abs with one arm around the back of her head and his other arm behind her thighs. If all went according to plan, and he sure as hell hoped they did, Bryan would attempt a crazy samoan drop from the top corner with Kozue being slammed back first onto the canvas after arcing through the air!!!

Now that Kozue stopped and thought about it, she was reasonably certain that Bryan's hook was the first time a man actually punched her. Not just in the face, but anywhere on her body. Most of the time, guys stuck to just body slamming her or bending her in half with submission holds  or jumping on her from ridiculous heights while she laid prone on tables. Nothing too serious. But a punch to the face? That was pretty damn extreme.

Actually, it turned her on a little. She wasn't quite sure why that was, but she chalked it up to a deluded state brought on by the mild head trauma. It might have had something to do with the way his sweaty, heated, musclely body was laying on her sweaty, heated, slightly-less-muscely body. Just a guess.

Even with all the pain, Kozue still felt a blush coming on over her face, but she didn't have to endure it for much longer. Bryan seemed keen on tying a ribbon the match, as he helped her take a seat. On top of the turnbuckle.

Haze or no haze, Kozue knew when she was heading up shit creek, and this definitely qualified. Her body wasn't cooperating nearly well enough for her to counter this or fight Bryan off, which left her with one real option: endure. What was it they told you to do in car crashes? Go limp? Worth a shot.

Kozue winced and bit back a screech as Bryan came crashing down with the Samoan Drop, slamming her down hard in the middle of the ring with more sound than you'd ever expect a woman her size to make. Her body rolled once, twice, then flopped down hard on her face, like a limp, dead fish, while the crowd cheered on.

"Yeah. Rah rah." Kozue opened one eye and kept the other screwed tight, as she started trying to push up.

Reckless and foolhardy. That was the general consensus from Bryan's wrestling coaches when he started flinging them his ideas for flashy set ups and moves to captivate his fans, thinking Bryan was still a little too green to be pulling off moves like a Samoan drop from the top rope. Well if only they could see him now...they'd probably be saying the same thing, the model athlete laid out on the mat and fighting off his own dizzy spell after flying through the air and crashing back first on the mat.

That feeling of weightlessness gave him kind of a rush quite frankly, Bryan staring up at glaring spotlights with Kozues stomach to rest his weary head on until she started rolling away and have his noggin bump against mat.

"Nnngh...alright, I'm up, I'm up..." Nudged out of his brief slumber, Bryan begrudgingly lumbered upward to his knees to notice the lifeless slump that used to be Ninjette, down and hopefully for the count. Seeing her like that brought home how far this match had come, Bryan wishing for both their sakes that Koz would just lay down and take the loss already before she takes a hit no amount of cat posters would make up for. He needed put an end to this little Christmas war as soon as possible...right after he was finished oogling Kozue's lusciously perfect ass.......alright that was enough.

Crawling over towards and flipping Kozue over, Bryan would attempt what would feel like his umpteenth try at putting her away, leaning his back across her chest and hooking both her legs up and over with one arm.

“1!”