Distinguished Competition: Holly Matheson vs. Ryo Kamiya (Debut!)

Standard Match: To be won by pinfall or submission.



Holly Matheson was in the gorilla position, making certain everything was in place for her upcoming match. Every fold of her ring gear in place, every hair on her head arranged and immaculate. Her partner and manager Gato Blanco was there with her, making sure that her snug costume was affixed firmly to her curves. Holly had a great deal of respect for the fans, and felt strongly that the same respect should be shown by her appearance for them.

Despite her best efforts, though, Holly's last match had been an utter, absolute fiasco, completely humiliating the rookie. She promised herself that there wouldn't be a repeat. Tonight, she was set to face a fresh young competitor, a young man named Ryo Kamiya. Apparently a total newcomer to AFW, Holly had no clue what to expect out of him. She could only hope for as calm and dignified a competition as possible. Something to help wash the stain of her loss against King from the fans' minds ...

Once she was looking as absolutely poised and presentable as possible, Holly and Blanco exchanged nods, and she stepped out to the ramp. The crowd reception was good, but Holly knew she still had some work to do, if she was going to truly win them over.

Reaching the ring, Blanco took her by the waist and hoisted her up to the ring apron. Holly perched herself on the top rope, taking a second to give a flirty smile to the fans, and flex a bicep for them. Holly kicked her legs over the rope, spun on her bottom and landed gracefully in the ring. She glanced over her shoulder, toward the ramp, waiting to see what she would be up against, tonight.

In the back, Ryo calmly left the shower in the male dressing room, drying himself off quickly enough, only having taken a quick rinse, just enough to wet his hair, which always looked better wet, and make his skin shine a little under the lights.

With that, the tan boy grabbed his ring gear, putting on his wrestler wristbands before putting on his main ring gear, which matched the color of his wrist bands, before heading out of the locker room, ignoring the many stares of his fellow male stars.

Out in the arena, the crowd buzzed. While nobody knew just who this new wrestler was, it was known that he was a relative of former Tension wrestler Tai Kamiya, the former Hentai and Entropy Champion, and that he had been trained by former Wrestle Angel World Champion and two time Friction Tag Team Champion Chigusa Yuuki, and as a result his signing had made the rounds all over the internet, with everybody wondering just what this "Ryo Kamiya" looked like.


Finally, as Ryo's music started playing, they all looked towards the ramp as he stepped out and gave them their first view.

Needless to say, they were surprised.

Indeed, rather then some big and tough looking badass, they got a young looking man with a slim swimmers body, clad in nothing, absolutely nothing, but his wristbands and a small, tight, speedo, both in matching pink color for the world to see.

Ryo grinned, taking in the mixed reception, enjoying both the loud whistles and catcalls from the men and women that found him sexually attractive, and the polite, yet restrained applause from people that didn't know just what to make of him yet. That was fine. He'd show him he was more than just a hentai fighter, despite his attire.

Proudly, he sauntered down the ring, climbing up the steps and hopping over the ropes to enter the ring, eyeing his opponent, another rookie named Holly, from what he heard the ring announcer say, looking pretty cute in her own tight outfit.

"Heya! Think your ready for me babe?"

Holly watched her opponent making his way down the ramp. The repsonse for him was impressive, the fans clearly had been waiting to see what this newcomer was going to bring to the table.

Holly herself was taken a bit by surprise. He was a far cry from some of the massive brutes she'd seen in various wrestling leagues. In fact, part of her told herself that she might even have the weight advantage on him. The thought made her self-consciously tug down the bottoms of her ring gear, making certain they were fitting properly around her creamy thighs ...

As Holly watched Ryo hop the ropes into the ring, she cocked an eyebrow. "Did you seriously just call me 'babe,' you little swine?" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. The buxom Brit puffed out her chest and squared her shoulders, trying to make herself look as big and intimidating as possible.

"Don't let him in your head, Missus," Blanco coached, from ringside.

"Right," Holly said, taking a few steps back, "just a little lesson in respect, then!" Holly lowered her stance, arms put forward, waiting for the opening bell. When it finally sounded out, Holly would lunge forward, right hand first, looking to hook Ryo's leg for a single-leg takedown.

Well this was interesting. He was actually just oh so slightly taller than his opponent, something that didn't happen often for the Japanese boy. Keeping his confident (and trademark) Kamiya Smirk(tm) on his face, he got his arms up as the bell sounded, fully expecting some...what was the term...pish?...Posh, that's the one, this posh looking girl to come at him with a standard lockup.

"Chikushō!"

He was caught off guard then, uttering a curse in his native language as Holly suddenly hooked his leg, tripping him down to the mat before he could do anything to stop her, landing flat onto his back.

"H-hey babe! You wanna get rough that quick huh?"

Holly slammed Ryo's back to the mat, making her feel pretty good. Off to a great start, she told herself. Unfortunately, getting the young man off his feet did nothing to prevent him from running his mouth.

"'Babe?'" She sneered, glaring down at him with absolute disgust. "You're going to be a lot more respectful once I'm done with you, you little twit!" Still holding the leg she'd used to take Ryo down, Holly shifted her grip to one hand at the ankle, and reeled back with her right arm. Then, with as much force as the British grappler could muster, she turned to deliver a stiff elbow strike to the knee, using her arm to slam that leg into the mat.

"Still think I'm a 'babe' now?" she smirked, her ample chest swelling a bit with pride.

"Gah!"

Ryo yelled, her elbow dropping right onto the side of his knee, smashing it between her elbow and the mat.

Growling, he raised his free leg, trying to kick at her to get her away from his fallen body.

"You're a mean babe, but still a babe!"

He said, just to piss her off.

Holly was far too satisfied with herself as Ryo cried out in pain.  Come hell or high water, she told herself, she was going to teach this pig some manners.

After milking the moment a second, Holly started to rise, ready to lay into Ryo's leg with another stiff blow.  Unfortunately for her, she was paying too much attention to her own action, and nothing to his reaction.

"Aoww!"  Holly whined, as Ryo's foot hit her unexpectedly in the back.  Catching the Brit right between her shoulderblades, Holly was forced to immediately release Ryo's leg.  Her back arched, chest thrust forward, Holly staggered away on both knees.  "Hhhnnnn," she whimpered, "that hurt, dammit!"  At ringside, Blanco pounded the mat to try and get her attention.  Ryo's smart mouth didn't help matters either, adding to the Brit's frustration.

"Focus, missus," he warned, "you've had worse!  You can take it!" Despite this, however, it was going to take Holly a moment to recover, leaving her defenseless.

Rubbing his leg, Ryo silently thanked his stars that he got her off before she could do much damage to his leg. While he wasn't a "fragile" fighter, he was aware he couldn't take as much damage as other, bigger, more muscle bound male fighters in the league.

Getting up to his feet, with Holly on her knees, Ryo stepped forward, locking his legs around the girls neck and falling back, locking the blonde beauty into a headscissor hold!

"Hey, my first match and I've already got a babe between my legs!"

Holly was massively frustrated, as she tried to stumble away from her opponent. She asked herself if the punk was even trying, never mind the damage he'd managed to inflict to her back with that kick. And now, to make matters worse, Blanco was trying to signal something to her. "W-what?" she stammered, "What are you- oo~OH!"

Next thing she knew, Holly was trapped between Ryo's lean thighs, his sweaty flesh grinding against her neck and choking the air out of her. "N-NO!" she grunted, as her boots pounded the mat uselessly. Holly threw her entire, curvaceous body into trying to buck out of the hold, but to no avail. With Ryo's hot thighs pressed against her ears, all she could hear was the indignity of his taunts.

"Y-you little wanker," she grunted, while his thighs dominated her head, "is this a game, to you? Y-you'll pay ... rrh! You'll pay for this!"

Ryo couldn't resist a smirk. He was loving this. It wasn't easy keeping the woman's trapped between his thighs, squeezing hard at her head and neck, while eyeing her incredible body as it squirmed and flailed about.


"What's wrong Babe? A beautiful lady ending up between a sexy guys legs is pretty common. It's a meet cute! We can talk about it over dinner later...after you submit!"


He boasted, the boy full of bravado as he squeezed harder!