Ryo Kamiya vs. Testament - Judgment Day

The crowd had started to count along with the chops as Testament laid into Ryo, bartering him left and right with her mighty, hammering blows, but they gave up after the tenth blow echoed through the arena. It was too much, too fast, too frequent, and it was too hard to tell what counted as a chop and what wasn’t - she just unloaded on, whipping him with fiery fervor, never letting up for a single second.

She gave up on it after a while - perhaps because her arm grew tired, but also because she wanted to move on to a new move, a new way to punish him. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulled him in close, then stepped back and twisted around as she lifted him up, hurling him across the ring with a high-altitude Beil Throw.

Each chop was agony, feeling like a mallet smashing into his chest over and over again, each time Testament slowed down, seeming to end her barrage, she would start up again, even faster and harder than before, each hard chop getting a cry from the nearly naked teens lips, until he couldn't even cry out anymore, until it finally came to an end.

When they did, Ryo was left gasping and whimpering loudly, his bare chest now a bright red, with a hint of purple, a black palmprint on his sweaty chest from her hand, further showing the damage she had done.

He was barely able to catch his breath, not given a moment to actually rest, before he was grabbed by his neck, shaking his head as he tried to beg for some kind of mercy, only to be lifted up high and thrown backward towards the middle of the ring, landing hard on his back and rolling onto his front, staying there, the wind knocked out of him, his chest burning in pain!

Ryo wasn’t all that heavy, but even so, the crowd gasped as Testament sent him flying towards the ring, then winced as he came down for a hard impact. It was certainly not the easiest thing to watch, though that was the appeal for more than a few of them, as they enjoyed the carwreck quality of it all. In fac, this entire match had that sort of quality to it.

But, now, it was coming to a close.

Testament arched her back as she approached the fallen Ryo, stretching, making sure her back was in prime condition. Reaching down, she grabbed him by the head and lifted him up, hauling his skull between her legs whether she wanted to come along or not. She wrapped her arms around his waist and lifted him up in the classic position for a powerbomb.

Only it wouldn’t be a traditional powerbomb. Instead of letting him sit on her shoulders, she held him up under the arms, holding him up high, his arms spread wide. She waited a moment, tensed up, then hurled him forward with a loud yell as she dropped to her knees, slamming him into the mat with her finishing move - the Crucifix.

Ryo was helpless at this point. Any fight he had in him had been smashed out by the giant woman's relentless assault, and he was nothing more than a limp pile of nearly naked flesh as she set him up for her main finisher, hanging off of her back as she raised him up by her armpits.

He didn't scream, didn't protest, didn't even kick his legs. With nothing left, all The Last Wrestle Angel could do was let out a small whimper before she threw him down, slamming the back of his head and shoulders into the mat with force, his bare legs kicking straight up from the impact of the move, before falling back to the mat, leaving him unconscious and limp, the young hentai fighter completely dominated, beaten, and broken by the giantess!

To judge the crowd’s reaction along, an outside observer would’ve thought they were witnessing a murder. Really, that wasn’t too far from the truth.

The Crucifix was a dangerous move by itself, bringing a wrestler down on some of the most vulnerable parts of their body. It always hurt, but it held the potential to do more than end the match. It could end careers. It could, in the worst case scenario, end a life.

But if that was a concern in Testament’s mind, it definitely didn’t show on her face. As Ryo came crasing down with meteoric force, the only look she threw his way was one of disdain. Cold and unflinching. That look stayed on her face, as she strode forward and raised her foot once again to plant it squarely in the middle of Ryo’s chest. Another attempt to pin him in the most humiliating way possible, and one that was more likely to succeed.

The referee dropped down nearby with a deep sigh, looking just as eager for this mauling to be over as anyway. It might’ve been a foregone conclusion at this point, but she started the count up all the same.

”1…!”

Unlike last time, where Ryo was barely able to get his shoulder up, as foolish as that was for him to do...this time, there was nothing left in the tank. The boy was completely unconscious, looking almost peaceful as his small bare chest rose up and down, until Testaments boot came down and pressed on him, keeping him pinned down as the referee counted the pin.

"2...!"

"3...!"

Just like that, mercifully, it was finally over. The bruised and battered teen had been defeated, and medical staff was already making their way down the ramp, and soon, they'd be carting the boy off on a stretcher to the back, the Speedo Prince of AFW completely and utterly dominated and destroyed by the newcomer.

Testament Wins via Pinfall