Hero And King Clash! (Elliot Hayes Vs Kamo Ryusaki)

MATCH TYPE: NO-HOLDS BARRED, FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH.

ELLIOT HAYES:

VS!

KAMO RYUSAKI:

What better way to hype yourself for your debut match than working on your posing game?

Elliot's fist struck empty air and his legs shifted in various directions as he gazed into the mirror in his locker room, an energetic grin that would not be out of place on the face of a five year old as he struck a variety of poses. Tonight, the Red Sparrow would enter the AFW league for the first time and soak the eager audience in the bright light of justice! He was dressed in his heroic spandex one piece, for no hero could be complete without their trademark outfit! Granted, he had stitched it together from cheap materials, so it wasn't exactly the most durable...but he was still proud of it, and his foe would no doubt quiver in fear at the sight of him! He even had a little scarf around his neck his sister had made for him, a sort of good luck charm. Surely it would be the key to victory tonight!

And speaking of which, it was time to make himself known to the crowd! Elliot burst out of his room and sprinted down the corridor like a hero racing to the rescue, leaping out to the roaring audience as his legs bent, his right sliding to the side. His right fist reared back, closed, while he stretched his fingers out to the left in a stance.

"Stow your fear, innocents! The Red Sparrow has arrived, and is about to take flight against the force of evil!" He pelted down the ramp and under the bottom rope, sliding into the ring. Elliot kept in a close crouch to the ground, kneeling on one knee and crossing his arms as he shot a grin to the raving audience. The 'hero' stood up and stepped back to one corner, making sure his scarf was tight enough around his neck. He'd heard snippets of his opponent tonight - a self-proclaimed pompous 'king' who had one victory under his belt. To Elliot, he sounded more like a villain of the week from some cartoon show! Either way, his righteous fists would rain down some punishment upon this heel!....Whenever they turned up. The chestnut haired youth bounced lightly on his feet, eyes never tearing away from the ramp as he waited for his foe.

Kamo was…well, fashionably late for his own entrance. It was even later than usual when he decided to enter, to the resounding jeers and boos of the audience. He figured as much, but he also didn't give a shit; audience reaction was nothing that he paid any mind to. No, the only thing he gave a shit about was his match, and about humiliating his opponent. Honestly, what was causing him to be late for his own entrance was watching his opponent enter. How could he not get floored by that…stupid, ridiculous outfit? He saw it in the locker room as he was about to change, before he found himself caught up in that stupid appearance.

So when he came down the ramp, he was just clad in his white shirt and snakeskin pants, with those nice slip-ons, almost like ballet slippers. He slipped into the ring without giving much of a show, staring at his opponent. "What the fuck are you wearing?" he asked, staring at his outfit with a deep frown on his face. "I mean…you look so stupid." He shook his head, moving to strip the shirt off of himself, leaving him in those snakeskin pants. "Are you sure you're in the right place? The anime convention isn't for another couple of months."

Compared to the dynamic entrance Elliot had made, his opponent's was far more low key and subdued. Didn't he know how to excite a crowd? How to get one's blood pumping? When he ridiculed the American for his dress sense, Elliot placed his hands on his hips defensively and smirked, undeterred. "Hahaha, a villain such as yourself would fail to grasp exactly what this outfit stands for!"

He swung an arm into the air, fingers pressed together while clenching his other fist tight. "This is the mark of a hero who has traveled the skies and the earth in order to face you here tonight! I heard the call of justice plead my name, so the Red Sparrow flew without a single second of hesitation! That is I...Elliot Hayes!" His index and middle fingers extended, flashing between his eyes as he grinned towards his foe with a hand on his hip.

"There was word going around of an arrogant newcomer who made quite the ferocious debut a short while ago." The grin was replaced by a scowl as Elliot punched his fist into an open palm. "You might think the eyes of justice will turn blindly to acts of sadism and suffering, but I'm here to teach you otherwise! You've made your bed, and I'll make certain you lie on it! That bed being...the canvas of this very ring! So prepare yourself, Mr..."

The 'hero' pinched his thumb and finger on his chin, his face one of intense concentration. "...I forget. What did they call you again?" It wouldn't do for a hero to not know the name of his first antagonist, after all!

Oh. Oh God.

Honestly, Kamo wanted this kid to just…stop. Stop talking, stop wearing that stupid outfit, stop making those stupid poses, to just stop completely. He looked at him with a floored expression, barely able to believe this shit was really happening. He reached up and put his head into his hand for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose, until he realized that Elliot was actually trying to talk to him for a moment, and no longer doing his…spiel, would be the proper term for it, surely. "My name? I thought for a moment you actually might have some brain cells up there, but clearly, they were all dedicated to making that speech."

Kamo shifted for a moment, moving forward. "My name is Kamo Ryusaki. While your name, which I've already forgotten, will be lost and replaced with 'that weirdo in the homemade red superhero suit', mine will live forever." With that, he grabbed for Elliot by his throat, moving to lift him up a bit, before he dropped to his knees and tried to slam him down onto the mat in a harsh chokeslam, before the bell had even rung! The referee was moving to get between them, to split them up, but it was done; the match had begun.

The reaction of his opponent wasn't an unfamiliar one to Elliot. He'd seen it several times before, dismissive, disbelief, stunned...so he preserved with that smile of his, like glue stuck to his face. In fact, he even chuckled. "Haha! I spent all night crafting that monologue. What better way to illustrate your fate tonight, villain?"

So Kamo Ryusaki was the name of his opponent. Hm! A worthy name for his first opponent here. When Kamo mentioned he'd already forgotten Elliot's name, the 'hero' looked puzzled. "Oh? Wasn't I clear before? Then let me repeat it for you!" He placed his hands on his hips and beamed proudly. "Before you stands the Red Sparrow, El-hrk!!"

A hand latched onto his throat and squeezed tight, cutting off the rest of his words as his face twisted into confusion. His foe hoisted him into the air like meat on display, as Elliot tried to wrench his hand away with both of his own. But Kamo's grip was strong, and he felt their weight shift as he was smashed down onto the canvas. The ring thundered under the impact and the ropes shook, Elliot letting out a strangled cry as Kamo continued to grasp his throat. He was faintly aware of the referee trying to intervene and the sound of the ring bell echoing around, but the pain shooting through his back and his current trouble demanded far more of his attention, as he lay under the 'king'.

Oh God, Elliot was still talking. For a moment, Kamo just stared at him, shaking his head to himself. Dear lord, he was going to be happy to knock this little bitch out for good. He gave a small snort to himself as Elliot tried to keep going on his tirade, and it was more than pleasing to hear him get cut off by his chokeslam, knocked to the ground before he even had a damn clue what was going on. "You misunderstand. I don't give a shit about your name. Because all that's going to happen is that you're going to lose. And badly." The way he said it, it was just a fact of life; something that Elliot had to make his peace with.

He shifted to his feet finally, noticing the referee trying to give him a lecture out of the corner of his eye, making him let out a soft, annoyed sigh. He reached over and grabbed for Elliot's strawberry-blond locks, trying to yank him back to his feet -- so he would be able to try and irish whip him into the ropes, going to following it up with a harsh lariat to make Elliot fall back to the floor. Whether or not Elliot had tried to bounce off the ropes would help establish if Elliot landed on the mat or if he just went full tilt-a-whirl over the top of the ropes, if the move even landed properly.

Elliot winced as his opponent ensnared his fingers through his hair, roughly hoisting the hero back up. The match hadn't started off well for him at all, but the hero still gave a defiant smirk as Kamo held him by his locks. "Heh...heroes always win the day...we just have bumps in the road..."

Maybe it was those words that led Kamo to seize his wrist and toss him towards the rope with immense strength. Elliot found himself unable to control himself as his back whipped around to meet the ropes, the male bouncing off them back towards his foe with widening eyes as the king came to intercept him.

Kamo's arm swung straight across Elliot's neck, nailing the hero with the force of a sledgehammer. The hero cried out at the moment of impact, the lariat strong enough to actually send him somersaulting briefly in the air before he landed on his front hard, his chest and chin taking the brunt of the fall. Elliot lay there at the king's feet, pain searing across his throat as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened.

Heroes always win the day? Oh, please. Kamo rolled his eyes at that comment. It was definitely one of the reasons why he whipped him into the ropes, following him up with a vicious lariat. It was amusing, watching the "hero" practically flip in mid-air before he landed on his front, in too much pain to even get up. It was one of the better moves of his career, Kamo had to admit. He shook his head down at the man, lifting a shoe up and pressing it on the man's back. "Heroes never win the day. Kings are the true winners, at the end of the day." He used the position to flex and show off for the crowd for a few moments, before he lifted the shoe up and off of him.

Kamo reached down and grabbed for the man's sleeve, trying to yank him up to his feet again -- only for the sleeve to tear in his grip. Kamo was taken aback by that -- but then he laughed. Oh, how he laughed. It was completely condescending towards Elliot, with his suit already beginning to be in tatters. "Did you make this out of fuckin' krazy glue and your own two hands?" he asked, speaking down to him as if he was a child. "Jesus. I could buy you several times over, and still have enough money left to buy a mansion."

He reached down, grabbing for Elliot's hair to yank him up a bit. That way, it would be easier for him to send the "hero" straight through the ropes, onto the cement below! "There ain't no such thing as heroes, idiot. You? You're just a bug."

He tried to push himself off the ground to get back on his feet, but Kamo planted his foot down upon the hero with authority. Elliot could only lie under him as the 'king' exerted his dominance over him, even putting on a flexing display for the crowd as the hero gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut that told him how humiliating this was.

His opponent eventually returned his focus back to the hero, snatching hold of his sleeve to try and yank him up. There was an unpleasant sound of fabric tearing as the sleeve was ripped away from Elliot's suit, leaving his arm exposed and the hero shocked as Kamo laughed, which only served to batter his spirit further. But he shot up a glare up at the king in defiance, even from the ground. "Tch...just like a villain...blinded by meaningless wealth...!"

Kamo seized hold of Elliot's brown locks and brought him up to his feet, since the boy's hair seemed more reliable than the suit. He felt Kamo swing him back by the arm and head as he saw the ropes directly ahead of him. "N-No, stop...!" But his plea was ultimately ignored as the king tossed him towards the ropes. With a look of panic, Elliot crashed into them and sent hurtling over the ropes onto the cement below, the man's back taking the brunt of the impact. The hero howled in pain as Elliot clutched his back, the cheers of the audience growing louder in support of his foe.

God, this was humiliating. For Elliot. For Kamo, he was loving every single second of it. Each moment of this match was excruciating humiliation on the other man; the fact that he couldn't even keep his outfit together was just the least of his worries. No, Kamo had so many plans for this match; they were in a falls count anywhere match, and if he didn't take advantage of that, what kind of fighter was he? As he watched Elliot go straight through the ropes, he moved quickly, approaching them and leaning over to watch him fall.

He didn't wait too much longer though; he grabbed onto the top rope, pulling back -- using them as a slingshot so he would be able to launch straight over it and onto his opponent on the ground. He would even tuck his body in a little bit so he would be able to act like a cannonball, just slamming directly into Elliot's gut as he landed! That way, he'd be able to just unball himself, while Elliot would require a lot more in order to be able to recover from the blow. Which was exactly what he wanted.

So long as his jump landed exactly how he wanted it, Kamo would get up again and move to pick Elliot up by his hair, before sending him straight into the dividers! "You don't belong on this side of the dividers. You can barely last a second in the ring against a real wrestler like me," he commented.