Matthew Matthias vs Kamo Ryusaki (Debut), Tables Match!

MATCH TYPE: TABLES MATCH
VICTORY BY PUTTING YOUR OPPONENT THROUGH A TABLE

Matthew Matthias:

vs.

Kamo Ryusaki:

The sounds of a punching bag being violently punched were heard as Matthew Matthias was pumped up for his match, but in a foul mood. He had tried to get his revenge on Casimus for the humiliation he had endured in his debut, and so had ambushed him in the gym and tried to beat the life out of him, but Casimir's "owner", Kamo had plans of his own and managed to beat the crap out of Matthew himself and knocked him unconscious, but not before he accepted Matthew's proposal to a match first. He had woken up after the beating naked, bloody and cramped into a hamper of dirty laundry via a Kamo-induced powerbomb, and since that day he had worked his ass off preparing for this match, exercising and keeping himself on edge ever since. Now the time for the match had come, and Matthew had specifically asked for the tables match stipulation, wanting revenge for Kamo slamming him through the wooden bench. Matthew's music began to play and he made his way to the entrance ramp.

The metal music began to screech around the music as Matthew made his way to the entrance way. Hood up and a fiery expression on his face, Matthew was all business as he kept his eyes fixated on the ring. He slid under the bottom ropes and took his hood off, surveying the wooden tables kept around the ring. He wanted to hurt Kamo, and he wanted to hurt him bad. Matthew sat in the corner and eagerly waited for his opponent to arrive.

Kamo wasn't going to be working out before his match; sure, it wasn't like he needed all of his energy to put the screws on this kid, but he sure as hell wasn't going to give him a single chance. No, he took the moment to just relax backstage in his attire, those gold tights mimicking armor with blue shading along his legs, finishing in a pair of slip-ons that matched the rest of his outfit. God knows he wasn't going to get into those ugly wrestling boots, and there was no way he was going to go shoeless -- what was he, poor? No, he had these custom made, nicely clinging to his feet so they wouldn't come off unless he wanted them to come off. Or someone else, but that wouldn't happen.

Finally, his music began to play, and he walked out onto the stage. He didn't seem to care much for the audience as he sauntered down the ramp, his toned upper body glistening under the lights. To the right, he spotted that familiar bit of blue hair -- someone there just to make sure that everything went perfectly, without a hitch. But he wouldn't come up unless it was on Kamo's signal.

The few people who had seen Casimir's match with Lita had already started to boo Kamo. But for the most part, they just boredly applauded, unsure what to do with this newcomer, especially when he was just going against another newcomer in a tables match. Not something often seen, really, but it seemed to be enough for these two fighters. And yet, at the same time, not even close to being enough. Kamo smirked as he slipped into the ring, making a couple of mental notes on how to make it much better. "All right, you philistine. Time to break another table with you. Not like you're worth anything else, really."

Matthew got to his feet as soon as Kamo's music hit, and kept stern eye contact with his opponent, clad in his armour-esque attire, as he made his entrance and on his way down the ramp. As he got closer Matthew noticed him look specifically at a certain person in the crowd, and his heartbeat rose as he noticed the person he was looking at was none other then his attack-dog, Casimir. "Of course he'd be here." Matthew said to himself as he diverted his attention back to Kamo, being that there was no disqualifications in the match, he'd for sure have to keep his eyes on Casimir so he could prepare in case he tried to interfere.

Listening to Kamo's comment, Matthew smirked, walking to the middle of the ring to meet his opponent. "Well, you see, the thing is-" Matthew said before smacking Kamo full force in the face! Despite the match not even being officially started, Matthew would look to take advantage of the distraction, he would tackle the blonde to the ground and quickly straddle his chest. The anger slowly beginning to show itself on his face, Matthew would attempt to pound away at Kamo's face, still feeling the rage from what happened to him last week. "Show off now, you whiney prick!!" Matthew shouted as he punched as hard as he could.

Kamo should have been expecting the kid to play dirty right out the gate; he half was, but having seen Matthew only get demolished, he didn't have a great idea of if this guy was a heel or not. That, and he honestly just didn't give Matthew any thought. He moved toward the center of the ring, expecting some cheesy line about how he would win, yadda-yadda. And then he was slapped. Just a cold, hard, slap across the face, as if Matthew were challenging him to a duel. Who wouldn't get distracted by that? It didn't take long for him to get tackled to the mat with a loud grunt, looking up at him.

Before he could shoot off a snide remark, Matthew began to punch him -- and hard! Blow after blow, aimed straight for his face. The kid's anger was obvious, something that Kamo kept in mind. It would mean that Matthew would be able to open up quicker for a reversal, for Kamo to get in there and lay him flat. For now, he just grinned and took it, reaching up, along Matthew's thigh -- before he coiled his arm around the other man and reached down, trying to grab for his shorts and tug at them roughly, as if trying to give him a wedgie. Kamo wasn't trying to make Matthew stop, or try and hurt him too badly with that. No, he was trying to piss him off more, so he would make more and more mistakes.

Matthew audibly growled as he really took the fight to Kamo, punching repeatedly as hard as he could, he wanted to hurt Kamo twice as bad as Kamo had hurt him. As he continued he felt the rich boy grab the boxers from the back of his pants and tug on them, which only succeeded to piss him off more. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!" Matthew screamed at his opponent as he tried increasing the speed of his punches, little did he know he was falling into a bigger trap. Matthew wasn't thinking straight as he continued, not even considering the fact his endurance would pay severely for firing off at the starting gate and that, due to his primary focus on attacking Kamo's face, it left the rest of him wide open for attack.

Each of those punches were brutal; already, Kamo was beginning to feel blood well up inside of his cheek, which he refused to let show. Once those punches began to increase in speed, Kamo knew he was successful in distracting Matthew. Sure, at the risk of his own face, but he was going to get his payback for that over the course of the match. Between Matthew's early attack, and the punches that were keeping him down now, he was starting to wonder if Matthew actually had a bit of talent. There was only one way to find that out.

He reached his hand back around, moving to grab and squeeze at Matthew's balls tightly. His nails dug into his groin, adding the harsh stinging as he gripped those balls tightly, hoping the wracking amount of pain Matthew was in was enough to stop him in his tracks. So long as they did, he would move to shove him off, not letting go of his crotch until he was ready -- when he was ready to put his hands together, jump up, and aim a brutal axe-handle for Matthew's gut!

Brandon was happy deep down at how the match had gone so far, he had managed to take the early advantage and make Kamo pay! He continued his fiery offence until he screamed in pain and stopped dead in his tracks, as Kamo dug his nails straight into his tender balls! There were no disqualifications after all, so the referee could do nothing as Kamo dug his hands in as hard as he could.

Tears forming at the eyes, Matthew continued to moan in pain as Kamo pushed him to the ground. He kept the claw on for a few more seconds until finally letting go, allowing Matthew to tend to his crotch, but this just allowed Kamo to aim an axe handle down straight into his gut! Matthew had a violent coughing fit as his opponent's fists had struck deep into his abdominal region, this was definitely going to keep him down for the time being, losing all the advantage he had.

In the blink of an eye, Kamo had turned the tables on Matthew. At once on the other end of a horrible onslaught of punches, now he was able to tower over Matthew, with his opponent half in a fetal position. He smirked for a moment, leaning over to spit the blood that he had been holding onto, straight into Matthew's face. "You're gonna pay for that cheap shot, you uncivilized swine," he remarked as he stood up, reaching over to pull Matthew to his feet, so they were able to look each other in the eyes for a moment. "I'm going to make you wish that you had never said a damn word to me."

With that, Kamo moved to yank Matthew in close, enough to let their breath entwine, for Matthew to be able to feel those muscles against him, working to take him down. His arms wrapped around him, and he shifted slowly, as if moving to pick him up into a bearhug. Instead, he moved to suplex Matthew. Sure, Matthew had a few inches on him, but Kamo shifted his weight down a bit, even going so far as to pick up Matthew's leg to turn it into a snap suplex, something quick to bash Matthew's head in really fast before continuing with his onslaught.

Still writhing on the floor, trying to nurture his sack, Matthew felt the blood coated spit hit his face as Kamo pulled him to his feet. Matthew begin to resist Kamo's bearhug-like attempt as he found him wrap his arms around his waist and pull him close, but suddenly Matthew took notice of how close their faces were, looking at Kamo's evil yet sexual eyes staring straight at him, and his breath touching Matthew's lips...something about it excited him.

The distraction cost him, however, as it let Kamo turn the hold into a snap suplex and drop him right on his head! Feeling fuzzy, Matthew attempted to pull himself into a sitting position and, surprisingly, laugh straight at Kamo! "Is this the best you've got pretty boy? I had more fun with your attack dog then this at least!". He didn't know what he was doing, but hopefully it would lead to Kamo leaving some sort of exploit.

The laugh didn't even take Kamo off guard. He stood up as Matthew tried to taunt him, reaching up to dust himself off, quirking an eyebrow at him. "Are you done running your mouth? Because I don't remember telling you that you could speak to me, you little shit?" he commented, suddenly moving forward so he could aim a rough kick straight at Matthew's face. His hands barely moved from his sides as he spun slightly, not even bothering with a roundhouse. Just something to hit him in the side of the head with, and harshly.

Kamo moved as quick as he could, grabbing for Matthew's hair in order to yank him to his feet, shifting quickly to move behind him. He moved to mount his leg from behind, keeping his other leg behind Matthew, and moving to shove his arm under his armpit so he could trap him in a cobra twist. That wasn't his full move, either; it was just for him to get a better vantage point, so he could rain blows down on Matthew's abs.