Prepare for Trouble... - Kairi Kamiya & Ryo Kamiya vs. Drake Mallory

Looked like Ryo was going to be having a bad day today.

Not that Drake really liked hurting kids. It was never something he took pride in when he got orders from higher up, or someone was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He knew however it ended up, he would always be the one to blame. Not like you could blame youngins for being in over their heads. He was just that naive once. In a lot of ways, he was still that naive.

Then again, Ryo wasn’t really a kid now was he? He was just awfully...chipper for someone was his age. Yeah, that was a good word for it.

Drake kept on his knees as he got up from the squirming lad. He looked up at Kairi and shot the girl a finger gun before turning his attention back to his current problem. He raised his arm up for the crowd, looked down, then suddenly jumped up and fell right down onto the canvas, looking to nail Ryo in the chest with an elbow drop!

Right then. Bigger guys could easily squash his face into the mat.

Lesson learned.

Of course, it wasn't like Ryo could do anything with that lesson, since, you know...his face just got squished into the mat. Groaning, the nearly nude boy rolled over, hands going to his nose, patting it and checking it wasn't broken, while a heavy throbbing filled his head.

Not protecting his chest, the boy was wide open, Drakes elbow crashing onto his smaller frame, his legs jerking and kicking from the impact, Ryo letting out a pained cry as he now clutched at his chest!

Ouch. Landed kinda rough on that one.

The Brit gave his shoulder a good roll as he stood back up. That seemed to have put the lad down for a good spell. He gave his neck a crack as he pondered his next move for a second. Maybe he could get a pin in early and save himself the trouble of tangoing with the girl. Seemed easy enough. Why not go for it?

“Upsey daisy.”

Drake lifted Ryo up and over his shoulder, keeping him suspended in the air for a second as he set up for a fisherman’s suplex. At least, that’s what he intended. His buzz was starting to catch up with him again, stalling his mind and body a bit as his sense of balance took a backseat. Slowly, he started leaning back, tumbling backward across the ring until he fell fully on his back, catching Ryo in the running suplex amidst his stupor.

Still shaking off the daze from that pedigree, and of course, being smaller than his opponent, it wasn't hard to lift the speedo kid into the air, his body going straight up into the air, Ryo quickly forced to realize he was upside down, blood starting to rush to his head!

"Damnit Ryo! Get your head in the game already!"

Kairi yelled, her words filtering into the boys head, seeming to help him as he started kicking his legs, looking like he might just be able to shift his body and escape...at least, until Drake, in his semi-drunken stupor, ended up doing a weird running/falling suplex, causing Ryo to cry out as he landed awkwardly, having shifted to land practically sideways!

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Which way was up? Which way? Which way?

Oh, there we go. Fighting always did mess with Drake’s sense of direction. Just one of those things he could never get used to. At least it didn’t seem to be costing him in this match. He titled his back back and looked over at Ryo across from him, reeling about in pain to the disdain of his sister. With a bit of snicker, Drake would quickly pick himself up and wobble over to the aching lad.

Leaning down, he’d give Ryo a rough little kick on the side to flop him onto his front. Then, reaching underneath his arms, Drake would yank the youngster up, keeping him off the ground with a full nelson. He’d lock his fingers together as he pushed the young Kamiya’s head down, really upping the pressure to get the most out of the hold.

“So. Ready to give, lad? Else I might have to use the big guns.”

Might as well offer him a way out. Again, not big on beating kids, but hey, money is money.

Oh god, which way was up!? Having all the blood rushing to his head, combined with being held upside down while Drake staggered about like a lummox before bringing him down. The kick certainly didn't help matters.

"Ugh...when I get back up I'm gonna-wait, sto-AGHH!"

The boys attempted boast was cut short, as he found himself lifted up into the air, bare legs dangling above the mat, trapped in a tight and powerful full nelson hold! Ryo squirmed, groaning as the nelson was tightly applied, forcing his head down, chin pressing against his bare chest, as his arms waved, bare feet kicking, trying to smack his heels against Drakes legs.

"Hggnn...not...giving up...without a fight!" He protested, causing Kairi to roll her eyes and call out. "What he means Drake, is he never likes to lose until somebodies had an orgasm! Stupid perv!"

"S-Shut up and help me damnit!"

Was he really expecting a submission? No, not really. It was just kinda a way to fill the air while he kept the hold going, finding that task a little difficult to keep up with.

Ryo may not have been exactly in his weight class, but he was a pretty animated lad. He fought the nelson better than some, but still not quite enough to break free. Had a long way to go for that to happen. He was just thinking of a good way to follow up on this move when his sister’s little banter drew his attention. Huh, he almost forgot she was there. How rude of him.

His eyes went between the guy in his clutches and the girl across from him as they exchanged words, a deadpan stare flat on his face as he kept his opponent restrained. A slight chuckle got past his lips. “You're a funny pair, you two.”

Alright, back to it. With a quick flex of his muscles, Drake would lift the aspiring Kamiya up off the ground for a couple seconds, partly for tension’s sake, partly because he was just trying to remember how the next part of this move went. Spread then drop? Drop then spread? Eh, wing it. Drake fell back and kicked his legs out. At the same time, he’d thrust Ryo straight towards the open space between his legs, looking to smack his back hard into the ground with a full nelson driver.

For a brief second, Ryo hung in the air, bare slim legs kicking wildly, a look of panic on his wide-eyed face.

...and then Drake brought him down.

He hit the mat back first, with quite a bit of force, the ropes shaking a little from the impact. His back arched, before falling back to the mat, the young teens chest rising and falling as he panted, letting out a small gasp, the wind completely knocked out of him from that hard landing!

"Damnit Ryo! This is what happens you when flirt around too much! Stop trying to get him to touch your dick and put up a fight already!"

Kairi yelled, clearly getting frustrated at the one sided butt-kicking Drake was dishing out, Ryo raising a shaky thumbs up in response.