Tension Elimination Chamber Match

Ow...Ow...Ow...how did a girl that small pack a lariat that fucking powerful!? It was alright, don't get hot Ryo, just focus, get up, and get back at her. Ow again...that was his hair, not the hair, not the hair, not the hair...Did she just hit him with her butt?

The surprise of the move, plus the lingering effect of her lariat, allowed Leah to pull Ryo up to a sitting position and repeatedly smacking him with her butt, right in his face...something that, admittedly, he'd probably enjoy more if it was a different type of match. Her butt smacked against him a couple more times, getting some of his blood and sweat on her fancy outfit, the Last Wrestle Angel put in a daze by her hip strikes, before the fourth one dropped him flat onto the mat, the crowd buzzing as she sat on his face, getting several cat calls from the more pervy minded as the ref girl dropped down and counted the pin.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

But Ryo was not out just yet, thrusting an arm upwards, getting his shoulder off the mat and breaking the pin attempt before he could be eliminated!

Leah counted along with the ref and the crowd, nodding her head with each slap of the canvas. While she didn't know if this had been enough, both her and Ryo had taken quite a beating already so there was always a chance. When he suddenly buckled the pin beneath her, she didn't seem all too deterred that it hadn't worked, already sliding back off his face and stepping up to rise, She reached out to grab for the back of his head and a shoulder, rolling him over onto his stomach to then start to drag him back up to his feet. While a submission on the mat might have done the trick, she was on the clock. The moment Mako entered the fray again things would get complicated.

Once she had yanked him up to at least his knees, she brought back her arm, swinging in a wide arm to hammer down across his back with a hard forearm strike, then another, trying to keep him softened up for whatever she was planning next. Between the two other contenders in the ring, she was the one with the least experience and the most to prove. Would they remember her if she was eliminated now, what about if she made it to the last two? She needed to win, she needed to reach for that brass ring and cease her moment to become a champion. Her brother was watching, Beowulf was likely watching, and she hoped dasher was watching from the medical room because she was going to show Tension she was here to wrestle her heart out.

"Yaaah!" She leaned down, attempting to slip one of Ryo's arms over the back of her neck. Her arms wrapped around his midsection, almost as if trying to hug him. Her feet separated, bracing the rest of her body, lowering her center of gravity, and she threw all her weight back, straining to rip her opponent off the mat to fly in an arch over her head and impact on the canvas behind her with a northern lights suplex. If she managed to hit the move, her back would arch up again, bridging it into another pinfall. She was desperate to eliminate someone, and this was the best way to do it.

Having a butt smacked into his face would normally be a fun thing, especially with a butt like Leah's, but in this case, he would be fine without it. Being pulled up to his booted feet, he yelped at the blows to his back, Leah clearly not planning on letting up on him...but he wasn't going to back down, at all. He had a legacy to live up too, the Kamiya name was a staple of Tension, and with his cousins Kairi and Tai watching, he had no intention of losing here!

Leah however, seemed to have a different idea for the boy, her arms went around his slim waist, and the next thing he knew, he was lifted right off of his feet again, flipped over and slammed onto his back, letting out a gasp at the impact. Even worse, he soon heard the sound of the referee slapping her hand against the mat for a pin count!

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"TH-!"

For a brief moment, he looked as good as done...but at the last possible second, with a yell of defiance, the Last Wrestle Angel bucked his hips, kicked his legs out, and broke Leah's pin attempt, just barely avoiding elimination!

Leah's fingers hooked around one another as her shoulder pushed into Ryo's abdomen. Her normally slender and smooth arms tensing with a bit of firm muscle as her hug intensified. With a smooth motion she was ripping him up off the floor, whipping the tension veteran over her head like a ragdoll even despite his weight. "Hyup!"

The ring shook, apron grates rattled, and she pushed herself into a bridging bend. The onslaught of pinfalls continuing as she tried to put her opponent away again with speed over ceremony. They were both tired, but if she could hammer him down and waste whatever he had left in the tank breaking pinfalls, she would count that as a victory.

Just as she thought it was over, already moving to ideas for how to combat Mako, life stirred beneath her. Ryo's sudden surge had flopped her to the side as her delicate leverage was broken, leaving her to roll over onto her front. She rose almost immediately to her knees, sitting back on her legs as she stared at her determined adversary with a mix of surprise and admiration for his tenacity.

"Jeez… you are really hard to keep down." Leah huffed softly, taking a moment to focus on her breathing. It wouldn't do it she gassed herself trying to beat Ryo into the mat. The blond started to push herself up, but in that moment she looked away towards where Mako lay, trying to account for the other woman.

If Ryo was a cat, he was pretty sure about 8 of his lives would be gone by this point. But much like a speedo, he was stronger than people expected!

...that made no sense. Maybe he was losing a little too much blood?

Panting heavily, bare chest rising and falling, he moved his fingers, making sure he could still feel them, before rolling over, pushing himself up to all fours. A quick glance up clued him in on one important detail.

Leah was looking away from him.

Be it a second wind, be a last gasp, or just a lucky blow, Ryo found some sliver of energy still in him, and pounced. If his timing was right, Leah was turn back towards him, just in time to see him turn mid-leap, thrusting his hips out, trying to smack Leah in the face with his butt with a Flying Peach of his own!

It looked as though she still had some time to finish Ryo off, but Mako's time on the outside wasn't exactly a good sign. It was possible, very possible, that the woman was buying time to let her and the other tension talent wear each other down to come in for the kill against whoever was left. Normally she wouldn't really have put too much thought into it, but Mako was still relatively fresh compared to herself and Ryo.

She started to turn, intent on putting the smackdown on Tho again only to catch sight of a sudden burst of movement. Wide eyed she didn't even have a chance to squeal in surprise before being struck head on. She snapped backwards, hitting the mat hard on her back, legs flying up with a flutter of the length of her oriential style dress. Her legs hung in the air for a moment before dropping down to the canvas again.

She let out a small groan, starting to roll over onto her side. She should have been paying more attention to the task at hand. Getting blindsided now was something she couldn't really afford to do. This match was getting down to the wire and each slip up could cost her everything.

Ryo almost believe he was still in the fight. His energy was definitely running dry, sweat and blood dripping down his chest, off of his body as he panted. He needed to work fast, put these girls away while he still could.

He looked at the fallen Leah, the cute blonde laying next to him. Normally, he'd flirt with her here, maybe try to make out with her. But this was not the time or place for that sort of thing. Instead, he gently gave her shoulder a couple of pats, a friendly "you did good" type of gesture, before rolling away, getting to his feet and moving to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle.

From there, he lowered his kneepads, exposing his bare knee, slapping it a few times...the same knee that had nearly KOed Dasher...

The crowd grasped the meaning instantly, and their interest piqued, some yelling warnings to Leah, others supporting the sole male left.

He watched as Leah would eventually start to rise, and when she started to turn around, he'd charge, leaping across the ring, planning on sticking his bare knee out to ram it into her face and KO her with The Kiss Goodnight!

Pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, Leah let her head hang low as she gave it a small shake to knock out a few cobwebs. It had been a small taste of her own medicine, but arguably a better result than it could have been had Ryo used something more lethal than his backside.

The road of the crowd tipped her off to something big, something dangerous. She peered from a veil of blond hair with a hard huff, watching as he started to remove one of his kneepads. Yeah… that would do it. She wished she had studied up more on him now. Not knowing his approach and all of his signature moves made fighting him more difficult. But she had plenty of time in that pod to watch and learn. He had almost put Dasher's lights out earlier, she didn't intend to be the target he actually put out of commission with that exposed knee.

She started a slow shakey rise, selling her exhaustion well enough to fool most people. She didn't want to let him in on the fact she had scouted his next move and to do that the blond needed to play possum. Her legs wobbled as she came to stand, staggering in place as she turned towards Ryo only to find him charging.

Wait for it… wait for it…

While a lariat was her go to, it put her at risk. He could still connect with her if she was grounded on the mat. The two of them had set a precedent already though so why not dip back into it once more. Taking a half step forward she appeared to be finished, a prime target for Ryo's knock out blow… then she sprang to life. Whirling about she kicked up off the mat, throwing herself backwards blindly to go for another one of her signature hip attacks, the Hip-Hop!

Butt's were usually something Ryo enjoyed. Staring at em, smacking em, pinching em, grinding on em. Butts could be great...usually.

Today, it seemed butts were not great.

For starters, although he didn't know it yet, Ryo's own hip attack had failed to properly stun Leah the way he wanted. It had been a last second, desperation type of move, perhaps it was understandable it didn't do a good enough job.

The second reason butts weren't great...was what came next. Oh sure, Leah probably had an amazing butt, one Ryo would love to get to see and play with, but, as he charged in, fully intent on knocking the beautiful woman unconscious, just starting his outward leap...he got a full face view of Leah's butt, for the second time, as she twisted and hip checked the teen directly in the face, his own momentum, having thrown everything into this attempt, only aiding her as it drove his face further into her direct attack.

Rather than KO her, the heart-throb crashed onto the mat on his side, groaning and shaking his head, vision starting to blur as he tried to sit up, dazed and disoriented!

Despite initiating the move herself, the sudden impact of her backside colliding with the charging Ryo still got a surprised sound from her. The impact was good though, she could tell by just how hard he had smacked up against her. Unlike last time, she managed to land back on her feet, albeit with a bit of a wobble. Ryo had been mad out before her, a prime target. Another pin wouldn't do. He had already run the gauntlet of attempts… she needed something bigger.

Stepping quickly around Ryo, she reached down to clap a hand on his shoulder and another on the back of his neck, rolling him onto his back before trying to pull him up. She didn't need him on his feet, not all the way anyhow. Her legs spread wide, providing her a good firm foundation to power through lifting him up by force if he didn't comply. Once she had gotten him part way up, she ran a hand down his back, grabbing a handgun of his tights to yank him forward to shove his head between her legs.

Leah leaned her body forward, bending across Ryo to press her upper body across his back, taking a few deep breaths to psyche herself up while her arms wrapped around his midsection. With a mighty battlecry she threw her weight back, attempting to not only heft Ryo's weight up over her, but flip him onto her shoulders in a sitting position. Her arms transitioned to latch onto his thighs, holding him firmly in place as she straightened up to hold the added weight.

Step over step she pivoted, slow at first until she found a rhythm to whirl the two of them in place. Her pace was dizzying, threatening to make her topple until she closed her eyes and forced the sensation away. Just before the spinning could ruin her balance she jumped up, tucking her arms down to whip Ryo towards the mat, dropping with her into the without powerbomb that was her finisher!

She leaned forward against Ryo's body, pulling down on the crook of his knees to tightly package his body against the mat with her weight pushing down on him. If this wasn't enough to finally knock him out of the match, she wasn't sure what would be.

"One!"