Handcuff Match: Bryan Daniels vs Akino Sanada

Match Type: Handcuff Match
Rules: No countout, No DQ
Victory Condition: First wrestler to handcuff the opponent’s wrists together will be the winner.

Akino Sanada's music began to play over the speakers in the Tension arena, and the one-eyed girl stepped out onto the stage. Tonight would mark only her second time competing on a Tension show, but she seemed perfectly comfortable and confident as she walked down the aisle to the ring. In fact, she rather liked coming to Kyoto and changing the scenery up once in a while. And the thought of beating a handsome young man into submission was more than appealing.

Wearing her usual blue and white maid outfit, blue boots, white thigh high stockings and her eye patch, Akino seemed to ignore all the whistles and catcalls thrown at her as she entered the ring, moving straight to her corner to stretch her limbs out while awaiting the arrival of Bryan Daniels. Akino knew little about him, other than the fact that he was extremely good looking. But being handsome wasn’t going to help him today. All that did was make the maid even more excited about breaking him down tonight.

#DanielsvsSanada

Several seconds after Akino's theme would fade away into the background, haunting guitar riffs and eerie vocals reverberated throughout the arena before the unmistakable chorus of Bryan's theme blasted throughout the speakers and signaled the hot blooded fan favorite to come bursting out from behind the curtains. Dressed in his trademark khaki pants with light blue dress shirt and short jacket, the model athlete himself would rush out and emphatically pump his fist in the air to a wild chorus of cheers from the hyped up audience.

His metal aviator sunglasses reflected some light from a spotlight as he started confidently striding down the ramp, aggressively pointing towards the ring and the lucky lady of the night before sprinting down the rest of the way and sliding under the bottom ropes. Bryan hopped right back up on his feet and dashed towards his corner to leap on the middle ropes and emphatically lead the audience in repeating his catchy nick name by pointing his thumbs in his direction with each letter.

"B-R-Y!!!"

The natural charisma, seemingly boundless energy, and flawless physique and profile (if he didn't say so himself) were all the key ingredients to making the latest heartthrob sensation Tension had to offer. And also the key ingredients to garnering a noticeable following of preteen fangirls in the audience who gave off a few squeals and hoots when Bryan shed his jacket and shirt and flung them to the time keeper along with his sunglasses.

One brief flex to show off his chiseled abs and pecs later, Bryan would hop down and try to get his mind in the game, focusing on the task at hand as he finally laid eyes on his opponent for the night. From her petite size to the maid outfit, Bryan was already raising an eyebrow as to what exactly was in store for him tonight. But the model athlete bucked up and approached Akino with an extended hand and as cordial a smile his decidedly handsome mug could flash.  

"Yo wassup!!! Name's Bryan, but everyone calls me Bry~...Kinda looks like you should be serving me tea at a maid cafe or something..." Bryan joked, wondering just how on the nose he was with that assessment. "But uh, are you sure you're cleared to wrestle with uh...y-ya know...you're uh..you're thing..." Bryan was not so subtly but still concernedly referring to Akino's eye patch here...

Whatever happened when her opponent came out, Akino didn’t expect it would be anything that would phase her in any way. But something about the thunderous roars of the crowd when Bryan took the stage completely caught her off guard and surprised her. Just who was this guy that these people were so excited to see him compete? Well, whoever he was, Akino’s popularity in Kyoto was about to take a nice little dip by the time she was finished with this guy tonight.

She watched curiously as Bryan dashed into the ring and pandered to the fans, a concept which Akino had never fully understood. Enjoying popularity was one thing, but this guy better be ready to take her seriously once the bell rang. And once he approached and addressed her, it was the maid’s turn to raise an eyebrow, especially at the reference to her eyepatch.

“Akino.” she said, introducing herself after her opponent had done the same. “Oh, don’t worry about me.” the maid said, ignoring the comment about her attire as she walked forward and extended her own hand to shake his. Just as their hands came together, the bell rang, and a near-sadistic grin tugged at Akino’s lips. “The only one you should be concerned about is yourself.” And with that, the one-eyed maid would try to twist her body while pulling on Bryan’s arm, aiming to drag him down to the mat and apply a fujiwara armbar right off the bat!

Definitely one major perk to having a rabid fan base of preteen girls who pay serious coin to see you perform was that even if your actual win/loss record was less than stellar...bordering on sucky...was that the main offices and talent relations were able to overlook rather prolonged absences when you came striding back into town asking to get booked for more matches. And with as resounding a pop as Bryan's entrance had garnered, Akino's popularity with more than just the Japanese fans may be in jeopardy. The top brass may be keeping an eye on this match to make sure their latest cash cow isn't taken out of commission before the holiday season ends.

"Uh, right gotcha. Aki it is then~..." Bryan responded in as chipper and upbeat as possible, the model athlete having kind of a hard time getting a decent read from the diminutive maid. He was fumbling over his own words towards the end when he tried to address the elephant in the ring in regards to the eye patch staring him right in the face. Luckily for him Akino didn't seem to take any offense from his potentially upsetting inquiry, but to balance that luck out the blue-haired maid would do more with his extended hand than politely shake back.

"Whajeez man!! Alright, Alright, I won't ask about the eye!!" The sudden twisting and jerking of his arm sent immediate spikes of pain into his shoulder. Bryan was unwillingly brought down to his knees in cringing discomfort as Akino started shifting her own weight downwards to wrestles him down to the canvas that much quicker. Seething through gritted teeth after having his show of hospitality responded not so kindly in return, Bryan fought the urge to fall completely to the canvas and remained on his hand and knees. Instead the model athlete would ferociously struggle with energetic movements and twist in place until his legs were facing the bottom ropes, extending them for all he could until at least his big toe managed to rest atop it.

Akino’s eyebrow twitched in mild irritation when Bryan referred to her as “Aki.” He was the second one to bestow that little nickname to her. And while she wasn’t opposed to the nickname itself, she couldn’t help but be reminded of the first person who had used it, a girl who seemed to have quite a natural talent for getting on her nerves. In any case, that wasn’t important. She’d made the trip to Kyoto for this match, and she was determined to leave with a win under her belt, whether the crowd liked it or not.

Her grin spread even wider as she secured Bryan’s arm and suddenly dragged him down to his knees while wrenching on the limb. She hadn’t brought him completely down to the mat as she’d intended, but it was clear plenty of pain was being inflicted. Naturally, the handsome young man fought with everything he had to get out of the hold, while Akino fought just as hard to keep it in. “Why don’t you just be a good boy and give up now? It’ll make things easier on you.”

Of course she knew the chances that Bryan would actually just comply, sit still and let Akino cuff him to end the match this early were almost non-existent. But it was still fun to tease him while she had him in her clutches. However, it wasn’t long before his frantic struggles brought his feet to the ropes, and the ref was right there to tell Akino to break the hold. The maid waited just another second or two, then let go and took a couple steps back to let him up. “Get up! Don’t want to keep all your fans waiting, do you?” she taunted, resting her hands on her hips as she waited for Bryan to pick himself up.

"Tch...yeah, THAT'S what I'm gonna do..." Bryan angrily retorted, getting rightfully irked from Aki's taunting and what was becoming a reoccurring trend of his opponents trying to coax him into throwing in the toilet when the night was still young. In a blatant example of sometimes random chance playing an integral role in the momentum of a match, Bryan was thanking his lucky stars his wrestling sneakers had an extra layer to the sole. That wardrobe assist combined with his spastic and energetic movements allowed the model athlete to gratefully score a rope break and get the ornery maid off his twisted limb before the arm bar could do any more damage than it already had.

"Alright, Alright, I'm gettin up. Just chillax, Aki-baby~..." Bryan nonchalantly responded while he took his sweet time getting back to his feet, taking all the time he could milk to recover from the lingering discomfort in his shoulder. Rolling his arm around in wide circles helped alleviate some of the soreness, but the pain was still written on his face. His initial curiosity as to how the diminutive maid intended to tussle with the guys in this league who were a foot taller than her was now thoroughly answered.

"Hey now, don't you worry you're pretty little head about my adoring throngs of fans. They all know better than to rush perfection~..." Bryan punctuated that killer comeback with a waft of his conditioned hair and and a teasing wink in Aki's direction, a few girlish squees being overheard from those fangirls in particular. Circling the ring in tandem with Aki with his arms extending outward, Bryan seemingly motioned with every intent of locking up with her. But once within striking distance, the model athlete would do just that, and lash out with a quick boot to her abs. Something primarily meant to stun the ornery maid before he would rush in to press her against the ropes with his forearm, keeping her briefly pinned there before attempting to yank her across the ring to the adjacent ropes in an irish whip.

Akino stood still, letting Bryan take all the time he wanted to get himself back up to his feet. She may not care one bit what anyone in this stadium thought of her, but she still wasn’t one to take cheap shots if there was no need for it. Besides, it wasn’t like she’d almost knocked the guy out or anything. He was still very much conscious and aware, enough so that recklessly charging at him might only serve to give him a big opening. Still, she felt no reason to worry. He was bigger and stronger than Akino, but that was almost always the case in her matches. This wouldn’t be anything new.

Several girls in the audience were almost going crazy at the sight of Bryan winking, but Akino just rolled her eye. The charisma that had captivated oh so many people here in Kyoto was making her want to puke. Not that she didn’t find him attractive. But the thought of making this confident, handsome man beg for mercy was just far more appealing in her mind. “Whatever. Lets just get on with this.” she said, then put up her hands and began to circle the ring as Bryan did the same.

Expecting they were about to engage in a lockup, Akino started to lunge forward at her foe, only to suddenly be met with a boot right to her stomach. “Ugh!” she grunted as the kick doubled her over for a moment. She was then driven back up against the ropes, and sent hurling off across the ring into another set of ropes, which bounded her back and sent her on a fast track right back toward Bryan.

Bryan "B-RY" Daniels prided himself on so far winning over all of his lovely lady opponent's at some point. Some even being so generous as to have him walk away from their matches with at least their cell numbers, ensuring that even in defeat, their was a modicum of victory to be had. Not to say that Akino won't be a particularly tough nut to crack, the surly maid seeming to be all business tonight. For now it looked like Bryan would need to be as well. The grumpy maid maybe calming down after getting softened up some...

After Akino's arm wrenching way of saying hello, Bryan decided that grappling with the technically minded maid was entirely out of the question. That for now, sticking to what he knew best was the right way to gain the upper hand, and that equated to keeping things fast and loose with a speedy tempo. The swift punt after the fake out lock up may have been a little deceptive, but Akino was in hardly any position to be bitching about underhanded tactics.

After flinging the grumpy maid across the ring from the irish whip, Bryan would be sprinting hot on her tails and only a step behind her. Once Akino would rebound off the ropes, B-RY would be right there to greet her, grinning smile and all. Crouched slightly with his arms extended in front of him, the model athlete would attempt to grab Akino on her well hidden but curvy hips and use that grip to lift her overhead as if they were a duet on an ice skating rink. After that, well, gravity would do the rest of the work for him, intending to flip her up and over with a sky high back body drop.

Bryan’s sudden kick to Akino’s gut after feigning an attempt to start a lockup might have been a bit of a cheap shot, but it wasn’t anything the maid would get worked up over. There were far worse ways to fight dirty. This guy didn’t seem like he’d be the kind to do that excessively against a girl, but with just one kick he’d made it clear he’d take any opening available if it helped get the win. That was a sentiment Akino could understand very well, though naturally she didn’t intend to make things easy for him just because of it.

But in the meantime, that was hardly a concern. She was speeding toward Bryan like a bullet, with his grinning face that said pain was going to be coming Akino’s way in a matter of seconds. She could see it coming, but was moving too fast to adjust her course or do anything that could stop what was coming. “Shit!” she grunted out during her brief sprint right before a pair of hands came to catch her by the hips and used the maid’s momentum to launch her up high into the air. She flipped over and flailed around in the air until...

“Agh!” she shouted out as she crashed down on the mat with a loud thud. Wincing in pain, she pushed herself up into more of a sitting position with one arm resting against her back while the other remained on the mat to support her. Akino was down, but far from out, though the impact had momentarily winded her and left her nice and open for whatever Bryan might’ve had in store for her next.

"Ohhhh...she'll be feelin that come tomorrow..." Bryan uttered with a wincing expression after turning around just in time to catch the tail end of her landing, the audience groaning in sympathy as well after seeing the briefly airborne maid comically flail about in mid-air. Nevertheless, the high-flying spectacle generated considerable buzz in favor of the handsome lothario, Bryan wasting zero seconds in capitalizing on his advantage and burgeoning crowd support thanks to his eye-catching antics by running up to Akino and grasping the arm she was using to nurse her sore back.

"Guess I can't blame ya for falling head over heels for me, Aki~...C'mon, up ya go..." Awkward pun aside, Bryan would speedily guide Akino back to her feet by her arm without giving the surly maid any room to breathe or time to recoup. After the well-mannered assisting of her grouchy opponent towards a vertical base, his gloved hand would find it's way inside Akino's frilly dress and in between her legs for an exceedingly firm and clenching grip of Akino's plentiful rear.

The model athlete using that plump and soft grip to maybe cop a quick feel~...oh, and also to scoop up Akino and cradle her perpendicular to his well-defined chest. Strutting forward a few steps with the petite maid being hugged tightly to him, B-RY had a little fun at Akino's expense by spinning around in a few dizzying circles to showcase his strength. After regaining his own shaky equilibrium from the sudden spins, Bryan would attempt to fall backward and once again heave Akino through the air in a fallaway slam!!