The Takeuchi's vs United Kingdom Elite

Ami and Daisuke were involved with alot of controversies these days, Ami more than Daisuke but as her older brother- the wrestling prince eventually did always had to be involved in order to protect his little sister from any further trouble. Even though Daisuke opposed some of the thing Ami did during her career in the AFW, as the brother he had to always be there to save his little sister no matter how bad things got. Today, they had another chance to work together as a team without any nosy interference or cheap tactics but as a proper tag team, taking on the new tag team champions- someone they have been acquainted with before, The United King Elite.

Daisuke and Ami were in their locker room, ready to head out to the Tension arena once they both were ready. Daisuke was already changed in his black wrestling briefs, with matching leather wrestling boots and knee pads. He waited anxiously on the wooden bench, stretching out and yawning "You done already, Mi-Mi?" he asked, getting back up on his feet.

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Ami, slid the curtain violently as she had a annoyed expression on her face, blushing a bit as well. "Niiiii-saammmaaaa!! Dont call me that here, SSHHHHHH" she said as she was just about ready, adjusting her ring gear. She was wearing her custom made tank top and red wrestling briefs, with fistnets on her legs and white wrestling boots.

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"What? Pfft, no one's going to hear me over here anyways. Come on, lets go. Remember, just stick with the plan" he said as he opened the door and stood next to it, rolling his eyes at his sister who was busy putting the final touches by applying some light make up and lip gloss. "Coming!" she said, quickly sprinting out the door after a bit.

The Takeuchi's then stepped out into the Tension arena, when Daisuke's theme played around the arena. The two walked down the ring ramp while the crowd jeered them up, despite Ami playing coy and blowing kisses to the crowd. Daisuke rolled inside the ring and got back up on his feet, bouncing up and down on his heels while Ami stepped up on the steel steps and entered the ring through the middle ropes. The siblings then moved to their corner of the ring, discussing tactics and plans with each other as they waited for their opponents, the tension tag champs.

Ami and Daisuke were not the only pair to be involved with controversy, the United Kingdom Elite had a few naysayers. They claimed the ways the group obtained the belts into question, but truth be told the British wrestlers were not concerned with this. Their main priority was to set the bar and standard for the tag team league, they wouldn't have it any other way. Now was the time. The time for the factions to appear, to make their intentions known. Battle lines would be drawn, being champions would mean targets on your back.

But the challenge was welcome, gratefully so. As the United Kingdom Elite wasn't one to back away from any challenge, to prove that they were the best. And Daisuke and Ami would not have to wait very long for their opponents to arrive, the lights in the arena would go out. Rending the whole place pitch black, and then suddenly spotlights of various colours. The colours of the Union Jack would grace the immense crowd in the Tension arena, and this was followed by the theme song of the Tension Tag champs. Imperial Code II

As the regal rock music began to play the spotlights would then focus onto a sleek black small limo driving into the arena, which then drove near to the entrance ramp. The back of the limo would then open to reveal the members of the United Kingdom Elite.

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Ryan and John had the tag belts across their waists, Lucy walked alongside her Brother. Skipping along with glee like a British schoolgirl going home, Mr Carnaby wore his trademark blue leather trenchcoat with no shirt. To show off the workout training, the training from hell that had been bestowed on him. It had paid off though as the match against the Ishii siblings in the tag tournament finals had shown, he smirked and waved to the crowd. The group as usual got a mixed response, half cheering and half booing. Either you viewed them as holier than thou or honourable combatants.

Mr Knight, the self proclaimed paragon of Britain led the group. Usually he had an iron glare upon his regal features, but this time he had a small smile on his face. He and Lucy had fought Daisuke and Ami before, and it had been quite an enjoyable bout. They'd even given gifts to the Takeuchi siblings in the time of holiday and cheer last year, perhaps this was the reason why the leader of the United Kingdom Elite was more jovial in this regard.

The group entered the ring as one, with Ryan and John removing their title belts and lifting them up high to the crowd. Lucy stood between them with a smile, like it was a big group photo. After doing this Mr Knight would look at Daisuke and Ami and say "Hello there! I see we are opponents yet again, hopefully this will be a match for the ages. Wouldn't you agree John?"

Mr Carnaby nodded saying to Ryan "Totally boss, I'm stoked. This is gonna be epic, I intend to perform at the best of my ability. Nothing less than that will be accepted, that goes for the pair of you as well." the master of creation was serious in this regard. He'd taken flak for being a bit of a rookie, only a year into the wrestling industry and he'd gotten gold. But John had talent, he had been a diamond in the rough. Ryan and Lucy saw potential in him, and in their minds he'd proven himself worthy.

Lucy knew she wasn't competing tonight, she had the night off. But still being in the faction of the tag champs meant protocol needed to be followed, hence why they had been second to enter. So Ms Grange was going to remain at ringside, as opposed to her VIP booth in the tension arena. She merely giggled and said "Right then, you kids have fun!" sliding out the ring. Meanwhile Ryan and John would proceed to hand the belts to the ref girl, followed by them removing their upper body entrance attire. Hanging it all up on the iron post and getting ready for their battle. This was the first match that the Tension tag champs had been in since obtaining their belts, the time to show if they could set the bar or not was upon them.

The Tension tag team champions made their way to the ring, looking rather elegant as always. The champs were accompanied by Lucy, who was going to be in their corner for...moral support? As the UKE came down the ring ramp, flashes of the previous match came into the Takeuchi's mind. Ami was rather overwhelmed by Ryan and couldnt keep up with the paragon of Britain while Daisuke was having a rather hard time with his sister as well. However this time, it was going to be John instead of Lucy. Daisuke hoped that perhaps John would be easier than the other two but the fact that he is champion along with Ryan meant he probably had skill too.

Ami nodded her head when Ryan greeted her "Yeah we DO meet again, however this time we intend to even the score Ami said with a serious tone as the two siblings talked it out with one another."Yeah, dont worry about us. We always go all out for the win"Daisuke added when John finished passing his comment. The referee ordered both teams to back off into the corner and Daisuke exited the ring and stood on the ring apron.

"Alright, which one of you big strong men wants to go first and get their butts kicked" the supermodel said, adjusting her outfit and standing across them with her hands on her hips, waiting to see who goes out.

Ryan had been excited for this match since it had been first brought to his attention, looking back it seemed that maybe that match against the Takeuchi siblings alongside Lucy was the kicker. That started the path that the UK Elite would take, it would be something that'd certainly be mentioned in autobiographies years from now. But that was the future, the here and now had a match about to begin. And it was time to get it underway, Ryan and John had begun removing their upper body attire. It was impractical to fight with it on of course, considering what they wore.

Mr Knight did so in a manner that made it seem like he lowered himself just to compete, putting his regal coat all neatly folded up below the bottom turnbuckle. John meanwhile was much more straightforward about it, simply hanging up his custom blue leather trenchcoat on the iron ring post. Lucy meanwhile was skipping around in a circle, acting every part like the giddy British schoolgirl who tagged along just for the hell of it. Of course she was more than that, it was simply part of the persona for the crowd.

"Shall you go first John?" Ryan said leaning inwards to his right hand man.

John cracked a smile and said "You bet boss, I'll start things off and then you can come in and swing your weight around." Ryan smirked and patted Mr Carnaby on the back, taking his spot on the apron. Mr Knight did some hopping on the spot to get himself ready for the match ahead.

The artist was eager to start things off, partly because of how people considered him to be a rookie. Which was somewhat true considering John had only been wrestling for about a year, but Ryan had faith in him. And John had shown time and again that he could bail his teammate out of any situation, from when Mako snuck up behind with a steel chair or when the Ishii siblings fought them in the tag finals. Mr Carnaby would make a portrait with his hands, musing on what Ami would look like in a painting.

But sure enough John would stop and get into his stance, he knew what he had going for him. The master of creation was a skilled submission expert, he knew several moves relating to that category. Cracking a smile John would say "Right then, let's give the crowd a match to remember."

Once the bell rung John wasn't going to come bullrushing out the gate, that's what Lucy did as the hellion of the group. No Mr Carnaby was more methodical in his approach, and so he'd move and edge out close to Ami. His hands outstretched and ready, John was careful at the time being and he was going to see what his opponent attempted and try to go from there as best he could.

The supermodel watched on, her hands on her hips, as she saw John pat Ryans back before stepping up infront of the middle of the ring. "Oh, so its you huh? Hmph" she said stomping her boot down on the ring canvas, she wanted some revenge on Ryan but atleast this way she could warm up before facing the man she personally wanted to wrestle in the ring. Ami saw John make his way towards her, his hands infront as he was careful not to be rash in making the first move. Both wrestlers mimicked each others movements as they circled around each other for a bit, teasing each other for a standard collar and elbow lock up or a test of strength.

As Ami and John edged near each other, it was the supermodel who decided to take the initiative when she lunged in towards John, however the lunge was just a trick- her intention was to quickly fake a grapple before attempting to go past him, trying to move behind him using her quick feet. If the supermodel managed to get behind her opponent she would slap the back of Johns head before wrapping her slender arms around his waist for a simple waistlock.

Mr Knight and John could tell from Ami's reaction to her facing the master of creation that she wasn't pleased from the start. And a wry smirk appeared on the lips of Ryan, rest assured he'd enter the ring. But not right now, this was John's turn. The man was always eager to prove himself. "Heh, your hair's like the colour of my trenchcoat." John muttered under his breath, more of a dry observation than anything else. Ami's feelings were unimportant right now, the match had begun.

As cautious as John usually was this time it seemed to work against him, Ami was fast. Kinda reminding the artist of Lucy there, but this wasn't the place to be thinking on it. As Ms Takeuchi went for the lunge John tensed up, ready to do something after it. Only that was a ruse, Ami using it to her advantage to nip in close. Mr Carnaby grunted out as Ami smacked him on the head, the first move to her. Which was then followed by the supermodel applying a classic waistlock.

The master of creation let out a few grunts, it was something he'd learned from his boss. Trying not to show to one's opponent that their moves had effects, while John did feel the pressure. Ami however was now close, right where John wanted her. He'd quickly bring up his nearest arm, and try to apply a standing headlock. Submission holds was the forte of the artist, and he'd been doing significant training in his body strength also. Ami's attack might serve to backfire here, as John would waste no time in starting to squeeze the neck of the supermodel.

Ami did not want to make mistakes again this time, she was fairly new in the AFW when she first had a tag team match against The United Kingdom Elite and in the end it was her who got pinned, costing her brother the match. She wanted to show the crowd and her opponents that she was not the same wrestler as she was before, she wanted to show that she could wrestle and win without having to resort to dirty tactics like everyone thinks that she does, so this time the supermodel went head on and went on the offensive right away, trying to catch her opponent off guard by her eagerness to attack despite her slender frame.

Ami caught her opponent in a standard waistlock, her arms squeezing around Johns waist as she kept up the pressure- her body pressed against his front as she managed to make him grunt a few times. Her teeth were gritted and her cute,girlish biceps bulging as she put in as much effort as she could in this move to show that she is tough too. However all that concentration left her exposed to a simple counter, John raised his hands and arched them back to catch Ami around the head, trapping her in a sideheadlock. Instinctively, the supermodels hands went up around her opponents head- breaking the waistlock and trying to pry his hands off her head. "L-let go! URGH" she groaned in frustration, trying to stomp her boot down on his toe.

Ami wasn't the only one with something to prove, John was kinda tired of all the people who believe him to be a simple and lucky rookie. In the time that had followed since his debut the artist had taken to wrestling in a very serious way, which started in the UK Elite. Every match was the chance to show that John was just as good as his boss in the squared circle, and being the champs meant they needed to set the examples.

And he'd shown it right here, remaining calm under pressure was a big plus in wrestling. John had practised his submission holds in sparring sessions, figuring out the best ways to apply pressure onto his opponent. Mr Knight smiled at the counter and said "Bravo John!"

The master of creation gave a nod to Ryan and resumed his hold, Ami meanwhile had since released her hold. No doubt in response to the artist's counter move, but she did something to him. A nice little stomp, right on those custom made boots of John's. Mr Carnaby let out a sharp wince, moving his foot away after it had been attacked. But the young man nonetheless attempted to maintain the hold, and expand on it. By moving forward with Ami still held in the headlock, if the supermodel didn't manage to wriggle out of this then John would attempt to convert the submission into a straight running bulldog!

Ami managed to squirm and wriggle out just a bit, her head getting a bit loose from Johns strong headlock submission. She managed to stomp her boot down onto his his, managing to make him grunt and widen his stance to further protect his foot from any further attacks. The supermodel then tried to place both her hands behind her opponent, pressing her palms against his back to push on but John had already taken to sprint forward and leap up, going down on his butt and driving Ami down on the mats as well as he executed a running bulldog.

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The supermodels slender body smacked against the ring canvas as she let out a loud moan, her hand covering her face as she rolled over onto her belly. Her legs kicking the ring canvas as she did another roll, trying to go towards the rope to get a break.

"Come on Sis- get me in"Daisuke said as he was leaning on the ropes, his hands extended.

John knew that to only focus on one aspect of himself was to cripple himself, he learned that both in the ring and in Shadowrun. So in training the artist had learned to take pages from Ryan's book, and some light excerpts from Lucy's. Don't expect a big guy like the master of creation to really do moonsaults after all, but still John was glad that he learned what he did.

Giving a small grunt from his move John would let go of Ami, if she had been expecting the artist to be some toady for Ryan then he hoped he was proving that wrong. Mr Knight accepted only the best, from himself or from his opponents to his wine. As gruelling as the training had been it made John into a much better wrestler, Lucy was giving some woo shouts in response to the artist's attack.

"Press the advantage my friend." Ryan barked out, Mr Knight knew that the match had just begun. Better to keep on the enemy, then tag out and get the fresher man in. The artist gave a slight nod to Britain's paragon, before resuming focus on Ami. He'd let her get to the ropes, and start to move upwards. Sizing up the enemy as it were, John would hope to try and press the supermodel against the ropes and attempt to sling her across with an Irish whip. If the artist managed to do this then he'd attempt to collide his right arm into her with a clothesline attack, still the Irish whip was left to the luck of the Irish. And John was from England.