Tension Elimination Chamber Match

He went from stumbling to...falling, onto his back, legs up in the air. Odd, he could have sworn he wasn't THAT off bala-"ONE!"

Wait what?

"TWO!"

OH FUCK! OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK-

"THR-"

Just before the three count, Ryo's booted legs began kicking, hips bucking, managing to just break the pin attempt before the final count of three, just barely saving himself from elimination! "HOlllly shit...girl, you're gonna give me a heart attack!" He yelled out, panting as he rolled onto his front, heart thumping in his chest as he started to get up to his feet.

There was a legitimate second where Felina thought she had Ryo in the bag, that she was well on her way to taking him out early and scoring big. Who knew? She was pretty sure the releases were solely on a timer, so if she finished him off early, maybe she could get a little time to breath and recoup.

One.

Two.

Thr-

Damn it.

She shouldn’t have been too surprised by Ryo’s kick out. Questionable choice in attire aside, the man was clearly a capable wrestler. Going for the pin early a nice try, a good way to keep him, but it was just the foundation. She had to build. So, back to the drawing board.

She rose as he rose and moved in on him from the side, looking to wrap her arm around his head, securing a tight hold and pressing his face against her chest. ”What’s wrong?” She chirped, punctuating the hold with a good squeeze. ”Can’t keep up?”

Ok, so she was fast too. Well, he already got a taste of that, but still. Something to file away. Cool chick though. Had spunk. He liked spunk. He also liked boobs, and thanks to her headlock, his cheek was nuzzling right next to a lovely pair-

Gah. No. Bad Ryo. Can't think that way. This was a serious match, with serious stakes, and he couldn't afford to be distracted by hot women.

"Oh...I can...keep up" He grunted out, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Lemme...show you!"

With that, he let out a grunt of effort, and heaved Felina upwards, trying to lift her up and fall back to drop her with a back suplex!

Ugh, should’ve known this would’ve come back to bite her sooner or later. Felina was doing too well, controlling things too much, and as her past matches showed, that was when the bad things started to happen.

Here, it was because she underestimated just how much life Ryo still had pulsing through his veins. The guy had a wiry strength to him, but she wouldn’t have guessed that he’d be capable of lifting her up with so much ease. Nonetheless, that was the exact damn thing that happened - one moment her feet were on the floor, the next she was getting lifted up, and the next after that her came down towards the mat in a very bad position.

She knew the pain was coming, right from the start, but she couldn’t do a thing to stop it. That was the worst part about it all, really.

Felina hit the mat like a rock and went flopping away after the impact, going over to her front and cradling the back of her head. Definitely not a shining moment.

It was easy to underestimate Ryo. He didn't have "the look" one expected of a badass fighter, or even a traditional wrestler, and his affinity for more pervy matches and styles, as well as his slim frame, made it easy to think he was just some dumb little perv with no technique or strength to him.

He enjoyed getting to prove people wrong.

Well...kinda. Yes, he WAS stronger than he looked, as he had proven, having managed to hit power moves on opponents bigger and heavier than him...but it usually took a lot of what he had to do it, and he was pretty much limited to one, maybe two, such moves in a given match. While a back suplex wasn't all that taxing, the few moments he needed to catch his breath after was a good reminder that, in this match, it was about playing the long game if he wanted to win. Wearing himself out right now wouldn't do him any favors.

Getting up to his feet, Ryo grabbed the fallen Felina, pulling her up to her feet by her arm and hair, locking her into a tight side headlock, letting her cheek rub against his slim side. "Alright...let's go for a run..." With that quip, he ran forward, bringing Felina with him as he charged several steps across the ring, before leaping high, getting Felina's head as far up as he could before coming down, trying to plant her face first onto the mat with his patented Running Ryot Bulldog!

On the floor, aching, holding her head, hissing, while the world spun around her.

No, this was definitely not to Felina’s liking.

Up until this point, she’d been sort of blessed with her matchups. By and large, her opponents had been wrestlers closer to her style - not pure strikers, but ones that leaned that way more than grapples. If she had to guess, it was a mixture of booking and guys not thinking that she couldn’t outstrike them, despite her outfit. As such, she’d managed to go awhile in the wrestling ring without taking a really big suplex.

Until today. Until Ryo.

The attack left her loopy, so loopy that she wasn’t able to put up much of a fight as Ryo forced her up to her feet. By the time she realized what was going down, it was already off to the races - she was sent flying forward, the canvas rose to meet her face, and her vision was suddenly filled with stars.

Felina’s skull met with the floor and made a nice, dull thwack, one that reverberated about the ring. It left her glassy eye as she rolled over to her side, a helpless wreck in the middle of the ring.

For a brief moment, while in the air, Ryo was afraid he had somehow fucked up, that Felina was going to counter, to throw him to the ground, or find some way to turn this into a kick to his face or something. It was, therefore, extremely satisfying, getting to hear the "thwack" of Felina's skull hitting the mat instead, the teen landing on his butt as he drove her face first into the mat.

The Running Ryot Bulldog had served Ryo well in his time on the Tension roster, gaining him several victories in the past, so, logic decided, there was only one thing to do, the teen quickly draping himself over Felina's body and hooking her leg up for a pin attempt!

The ref girl dropped down, quickly slapping at the mat.

"ONE!"

Ugh, what happened?

Well, the short answer was that Felina’s face had just been rammed into the mat with...oh, how much did Ryo weigh? She’d guess about 130 pounds. 130 pounds of force and momentum, hammering her fine features into the canvas. Nasty business, heavier than any punch she’d ever taken, the sort of thing that would leave her senseless.

But the bigger question was what happened in the match to lead her to this point. Oh, and also, what was that slapping sound she heard a second ago?

”2…!”

Oh. Right.

She kicked out right as the referee’s hand was coming down for the final count, hanging on by less than half a second, surviving. Whether that would mean anything in the long run, she could only hope.

Cmon...Cmon...Damn it! So close to eliminating her, but Felina just HAD to kick out, didn't she? Boooo.

"You know..." He said, getting back up to his feet. "If this were a different match, I'd use this as a chance to start using hentai on you, really make you feel good to soften you up. Feel free to see me some other time for some of that. But for THIS match..."

Tapping his chin, he stomped down on Felina's body, to keep her on the mat, before going to towards the turnbuckle. This was something he rarely did, but if he could pull this off, it could work. Leaning his back against the turnbuckle, he stepped up, making his way to the top of the turnbuckle, pointing up, signaling for the crowds cheers before he leaped off the turnbuckle, trying to land a flying headbutt and smash his head onto her body!

Ryo actually brought up a point that Felina appreciated, that he was a wrestler who tended to lean on the hentai side of things. She honestly wasn’t sure how she felt about those sorts of matches - she’d been mortified by them when she first started up, not wanting her father or brothers to see her doing that kind of thing in the ring. It seemed to go against the spirit of fighting she’d been trained for her entire life.

But, well...Carmen had done a couple of them. She was opening up to the idea. Felina was an adult, a woman full-grown…

At any rate, it was a decision she didn’t want to make in this ring, and she’d been worried that she might not have a choice in a match with so many different types of opponents. She was glad that it didn’t seem to be the case.

It was a small thought, something to occupy her time as she reeled from the damage, not the least of which was the stomp Ryo just hammered into her body. She was rolling about on the floor, trying to recover, and then Ryo had to come flying down on her from above

With a headbutt. A flying headbutt. Kind of seemed like a stupid move - an elbow, a knee, splash, any of that would’ve hurt just as much and carried less of concussion risk. But it did hurt. It felt like having a bowling bowl dropped on her abs, and the end result like her flopping away, grasping her stomach as she gasped and heaved.