Tension Tag Tourney Round 2! United Kingdom Elite Vs.The Valkyries

Mako watched and Mako waited, considering the situation. Stone was doing a decent job so far, working Ryan over cleanly, which was sort of the whole problem. Decent wasn't good enough. They needed to dominate.

Mako discreetly dropped down to the floor and slid her hand under the apron, feeling around until she wrapped her hands around something metal and cold - a steel chair. She didn't bring it out just yet, but she put in a position where she could get quick access from her corner, just in case they needed a fast game changer.

Most of the crowd was too busy to give much thought on what she was doing, far too focused on the raging battle to care about her fucking around underneath the ring.  Stone's move was a rare sight, but Ryan's was even rarer - no one quite expected him to catch the feint kick, least of all Stone.

She held on to the ropes for all of one second, before Ryan tugged her clean off of them and she wound up crashing on her side. She laid there, stunned and groaning from the rapid turns and sudden drop, her equilibrium well and truly fucked.

John clocked Mako dropping to the floor, his keen artistic eyes caught her in the act. But why? John wasn't able to see what she was getting, but John betted it wasn't anything good. The artist wanted to shout a warning to his boss, but Mako could easily just pretend she wasn't doing anything or something like that. So he remained quiet, but kept a vigil. John wasn't going to let his boss down, not with this much on the line.

Meanwhile Ryan stopped Stone right in her tracks, thank God for that. If Stone kept doing fancy stuff on Mr Knight then even he might have had to acknowledge he was in deep shit, he'd have to thank Lucy for busting out that move on him in sparring. Quite a bit one may add.

But now that Ryan had Stone there, what to do? Mr Knight was really tempted to try and go for a giant swing maybe, to see if he could toss Stone like a Scottish caber. But this match could still go on for a bit, and Ryan didn't want to burn himself out. Granted it'd look awesome if he could pull it off, but still don't take the road less travelled by. With that in mind Ryan would try to drab Stone away from the ropes a little, before trying to get his right arm around her neck for a basic headlock. Wasn't flashy, but it was a start at least.

Stone was starting to feel this would be one of the moments she wound up looking back on later in life , while she considered some of the worst decisions she'd ever made. It had the sort of vibe to it.

Here she was, laid out, stunned, vulnerable. It was a small wonder that Ryan didn't go for some heavy damage -  in his place, she would have gone with a leg drop or came down on him with a splash, something to really cement the moment and etch it into the crowd's minds. He seemed to have something more traditional in mind.

But just because the headlock was old school didnt' make it ineffective, especially when applied with as much force as Ryan Knight could summon. Stone fond herself crushed in the steely grip, struggling and pushing against his arms in the hope that she just imight be able to escape if she kept at it. So far, it wasn't looking likely, though.

Ryan was thinking if he kept it simple then it would be effective, after all Mr Knight was currently wearing down Mako's enforcer. Was it going to work long term? Not right now, but it was a start. Maybe if Ryan applies this hold later on Stone could be more worn out, and it could lead to a victory.

At the same time Mr Knight lamented that Stone's hair may get a tad messed up, a shame too as it looked rather nice. But in terms of neatness Ryan won out, but still rather stylish on the part of Stone. Nevertheless Ryan kept Stone's neck held in check, Ryan's arm was keeping a near vice like grip on her.

The paragon of Britain decided to try and change things up, while Stone was having a hard time dealing with the hold. What better way than to use the hold to his advantage? Ryan tried to slowly turn around with Stone in the hold, and size up the blank centre of the ring. Before trying to move forward and jump in the hopes of going for a British bulldog, the movements could allow Stone a chance to try and do something. But she'd have to be quick in doing so.

One little mistake, one tiny miscalculation, and suddenly the entire match had taken a bad turn for Stone. That was wrestling in a nutshell.

She struggled under Ryan's armpit, feeling the tight grip latch on to and chock her away. She'd studied enough to know the counter - ideally, she would have used this position to hit him with an atomic drop. But that would require her to have some level of concentration, and her head was still spinning from the rapid reversal. She needed time to get her mind back on properly.

So when Ryan went sailing forward and drove her head into the mat with his bulldog, she went along with it all the way to the end, hitting the mat with a sickening crash and immediately rolling to her back as she clutched her face. Pain shot throughout her skull and she let out a dull, low moan, wishing that the world would stop spinning.

A resounding thudding noise was heard across the ring, with the audience acknowledging it with several loud cheers. Ryan's move had connected with the paragon of Britain slamming Stone down with a running bulldog, it was a good followup from the headlock.

Ryan would give Stone credit, in that test of strength she had held up quite well against the British aristocrat. Although Ryan had the momentum now in the battle, bringing it back to the side of the United Kingdom Elite. If Mr Knight could just keep the pacing up then there was a high chance of bringing victory to him and John.

Mr Knight decided to test his luck here, seeing as how Stone was now on her back and reeling from his attack. Ryan tried to grab Stone's nearest leg and hook it up for a pin attempt, while cracking a smirk. In truth the paragon had a strong feeling that Stone wasn't done yet, but screw it Ryan was going to do it anyway.

"1...!"

The bulldog slammed her head hard into the ground, and it left Stone reeling - for a moment. Not a long one, though. While Stone didn't care too much how Mako approved of her performance, there was no way she was giving in. She did actually want a career here, so...

2...!"

The referee had barely gotten her hand down for the second count when Stone kicked out, breaking the pin with a tight jerk from her body.

As Ryan did the pin he pondered to himself how he might celebrate this victory. Perhaps have a wine bath, Mr Knight hadn't done that in a good long while. Perhaps go on Facebook and declare that him and his team was unstoppable, after becoming red in the face enough to the point where he could hardly type right.

But alas Stone had other plans for this match, for she was quick in escaping the pin attempt. The quick jerking motion that she did made Ryan move back a wee bit, and he sighed as he got on one knee. "Kinda expected that, still....." Ryan muttered to himself, it would most likely take more work to defeat Mako's enforcer. Still though Mr Knight would prefer to battle Stone over Mako any day of the week, Mako couldn't stand the paragon of Britain and the feeling was mutual there.

Now what though? Ryan decided to take a couple of deep breaths, take the chance to get some energy back. Although he knew that every second he did that Stone could get her bearings again, so with that in mind Ryan tried to grab hold of Stone to get her up and towards the far-away ropes for an Irish whip with Ryan aiming for a clothesline attempt. If Stone was able to get her bearings in time she could go for a counter against him though.

Even with the pinfall broken, Stone recognized that she wasn't in a good sppot. Ryan was on top, and with most of her opponents that wouldn't have been a big deal, but him? He was big. Big enough to be a serious problem. Big enough to twist her into pretzels on the mat, if he wished.

So it was extremely good for her that he didn't seem to wish that at all, and instead started lifting her up, getting her on her feet. On her feet was good. That was where she did her best work.

He sent her off running and she followed through the with the whip, bouncing off the ropes and storm back towards him. She saw the clothesline coming at the last minute and ducked under it, so close that her hair skimmed along Ryan's forearm as she passed. Keeping the momentum strong, Stone ran to the other ropes, bounched back towards him and leaped up, turning her body around 90° to hit him with a cross body block

When Ryan was controlling the situation he had briefly forgotten about how fast Stone could be, too busy focusing on trying to wear her down and control the match. So when his arm was ducked under, and Mr Knight felt the blonde hair tips of her head brush ever so slightly across the toned arm of the paragon of Britain Ryan knew this wasn't good.

Mr Knight quickly bolted 180 degrees to the left and was about to move forth, when Stone had tilted her body sideways and smashed right into Ryan. His eyes went wide as saucers as he was sent right down to the mat with a heavy thud, followed by a loud grunt and wince as the air got took right out of his sails.

"C'mon boss stay strong!" John shouted from his corner, Ryan grunted and gave an ever so slight nod to John. Although he was reeling a bit from that attack and was open for a followup, Mr Knight had a feeling that this was gonna suck for him. But whatever Stone had in mind she'd better do it quick, because the paragon of Britain wasn't going to lie down until his legs gave out from under him,