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

At ringside, Gato Blanco was facepalming hard enough that the ref turned to check on him. The manager/coach/luchador/boyfriend waved her off though, and kept his attention focused on his girl in the ring.

"Don't let him get to you, missus," he shouted, "the punk's just trying to wear you down!"

Holly, meanwhile, was not so dismissive. She continued to flail and struggle against the young man, his lean legs squeezing down on her pretty little head until it was red and aching. Beads of sweat were matting her bangs, with the heat of their bodies and the arena lights making her dizzy. Or possibly the lack of circulation making her dizzy. Either way.

Bucking hard enough that even her ring gear was struggling to contain her curvy figure, Holly was fighting with all she had. Reaching down to Ryo's feet, the Brit wrapped her hands around his bare ankles and began trying to pry them apart. Panic was making her sloppy, keeping Holly from saving her strength, but she hoped that the force with which she tried to pry herself free would be enough.

Ryo grunted, trying to keep applying pressure as Holly began trying to pull his legs apart from the ankles, trying to keep in control.

"C-cmon Babe! Why not stay down, give up, and we can get some dinner or something while the nights young eh?"

Ryo said, starting to get worried. While it was fine for applying pressure in a scissors, his legs weren't all that powerful, and couldn't resist her forever. Soon enough, she'd pry them apart and escape!

Holly's body was quivering with the effort of it, but it seemed the British grappler was finally prying herself free of Ryo's legs! Beads of sweat were running down her face, pooling at the top of her chest. Skin reddening as she gave a low moan of effort, Ryo wasn't making it easy, but eventually the girl had her freedom.

"As if," she said, through gritted teeth, "I'd ever ... lie down ... for some s-swine ... like you!" With a final gasp of effort, Holly pried Ryo's legs far enough apart that she had the leverage to throw him off to one side, and roll away from the young man. Near the ropes, Holly pulled herself up to a knee and glared at her foe.

"You will learn some manners by the end of this," she threatened, pulling the top of her ring gear back up and making certain it wasn't slipping from her ample chest, after all that struggling, "or learn what happens to disrespectful little pigs like you!"

Ryo's legs were finally pulled apart, the boy rolling away from Holly as she escaped, getting some distance and letting her catch her breath as he got back up to his bare feet. Despite the light ache on his legs, he still had a smile on his face. So far, things had gone pretty well for him.

<"Gaijin, am I right? All overdramatic.">

Ryo said in his native tongue, winking at a cute Japanese girl in the front row, before turning back to his cute opponent, glad he had been taught decent english before coming to this league.

"Do you need a minute before we start again? Or maybe an advantage of some kind? I'm already not wearing boots, I could go without the speedo I guess..."

Holly didn't like Ryo's conferring with the crowd in a language she'd yet to pick up on, and she especially didn't like the tittering of the young women in the front row.  She was about to lock up again, try to get the match started properly, but yet again the unbelievable cheek of the young man left her speechless.

Holly's jaw nearly hit the floor, as Ryo's speedo-related taunts stopped her in her tracks.  At ringside, Blanco rolled his eyes so hard it threatened the stitching in his mask.  The kid liked taking his chances and running his mouth, but surely Holly wasn't going to get thrown off by such a transparent tactic, right?

"Y-you ... you pig!"  A red-faced Holly snapped, getting completely thrown off by the transparent tactic.  "Maybe I can teach you to properly dress yourself, after I teach you some manners!"  With that, the Brit stepped forward, reeled her hand back, and tried to deliver a swift (if, in her frustration, sloppy) chop to the bare chest of her opponent.

"GAH!"

Ryo yelped, Holly's hand smacking against his bare chest, causing a sting as she chopped him. Luckily, while it stung, there wasn't all that much force behind it, and he was quick to recover.

"Call that a chop? Here's a chop!"

He yelled, stepping in and swinging fast, trying to deliver a hard open palm chop right to Holly's chest.

Being a rookie, there were a few things Holly was still trying to learn about pro wrestling. Such as the fact that, in the majority of cases, a chop was only going to be followed up with another chop. And that was something she really didn't want.

The sound of Ryo's hand slapping across Holly's soft, ample chest echoed through the arena, her chest shaking and jiggling with the impact as her arms windmilled in an attempt to keep her balanced. "EEEYYAAAOOW!" she cried out, grimacing.

Blanco was grimacing at ringside even harder than Holly was. Then, he looked at her face. "Missus!" he called, "That's sooo not a good-"

Face red with anger, Holly reeled her hand back and returned the blow. Harder than her first swing, though not by much.

"Dammit." Blanco said, shoulders slouching.

<"Dammit! Right on the nipple!">

Ryo yelled, Holly's follow up chop hitting his bare chest again, only harder this time, causing a harder sting. That one might even bruise!

"That's the way you wanna play gaijin? Try this!"

He yelled, jumping up and kicking both feet out, trying to dropkick Holly in the chest!

Holly didn't understand what Ryo was saying, initially, but it sounded unhappy. Which suited her just fine. She even turned, a second, and shot a beaming smile at Blanco, at ringside.

Blanco didn't seem to share the expression, motioning with a spinning index finger for her to turn around. Holly's head spun quickly around, just as Ryo's angry shouts filled her ears. "Uh-

"OOOH!" Holly cried out, as Ryo's bare feet slammed hard into her chest. His hard heels squashed her soft, sensitive chest, making Holly's already-wide eyes shoot open. Tears flowed freely, as the Brit fell back to the mat. "Nnnghh ..." Holly moaned, body trembling. Holly's hands massaged and kneaded her chest, while the girl lay on her back, moaning in pain. "Owiee ..."

Heh. Hot as Holly was, that served her right for being so catty.

Looking over to Blanco, Ryo pointed down at his opponent.

"Hey masked guy, she always so snooty like this?"

He asked, not bothering waiting for an answer before attempting to pin Holly while she was still down on the mat!