Tension 24/7 Title Tournament: Ryo Kamiya vs Alice Gaster

"FUCK!"

This time it was Ryo's turn to curse, as, despite his unique counter and finisher attempt, Alice managed to kick out. "Damnit...you are made of tough stuff girl, I gotta respect that." he said, pushing his tired body up to his feet.

"But, respect aside, I think it's time I put you down. Feel free to call me whenever you want a more...pleasurable match, alright?" He said with a chuckle, grabbing the smaller Alice by her hair and starting to pull her up to her feet. If she didn't stop him, he'd aim to leap up and drop her face back onto the chair with a second Famouser to put her down for the count!

Alice's body and head hurt as she kicked out. Despite the match not taking that long, both competitors were winded down to the point where a single big move would end them.

The Brit cringed as she was pulled up by her hair, grabbing the slightly bent chair underneath her on instinct, her slightly dazed gaze splitting and coming back again, slowly coming to as she heard Ryo addressing her, and she saw him jumping at her again, leg poised straight for the back of her head!

In the last moment of desperation, she pushed the chair forward, not caring if she hit Ryo in the head, on the leg or in the stomach...

...but where she accidentally shot her weapon would prove to be even more effective than that, as Ryo would land onto the edge of the chair with his crotch!

Ryo had this match in the bag. She was down, ripe for the picking, one more move would finish her off.

He leapt for the Famouser, expecting to plant her face first onto the mat...only for a steel chair to slip up between his legs, causing him to land crotch first onto the steel!

"EEEEP!"

He let out a shrill, high pitched, woman like cry, before collapsing onto his side, in a fetal position, whimpering loudly and clutching at his crotch!

Alice, in her dazed state, barely forced herself not to laugh at the high pitched cry Ryo let out at his crotch being spiked by the chair, the man who was just about to finish her off and win the match was now a whimpering mess on the floor. Alice would actually feel a tiny bit of pity for her foe. If she ever faced herself, she'd always wear a cup to a match.

With everything that happened, there was just one thing left to do.

With the dented chair still in her hands, Alice grabbed at Ryo's hair, to force the Last Wrestle Angel onto his feet, before grabbing at his left arm from behind him...

...and shoving him forward, and pulling him towards her, looking to ram the steel chair right into his head for a chair-assisted Wood Hammer!

Ryo had no defenses left. The only thought in the pretty boys head was the immense pain in his balls, having smashed them onto the chair, leaving himself wide open for her to pull him up.

He got a brief glimpse of being spun around, a flash of Alice...and then a steel chair smashed him in the face and he collapsed to the mat, completely and utterly knocked unconscious!

With Ryo hit by her finisher, assisted with her chair no less, the 3 count was a simple formality at this point.

She lowered her body over Ryo's, grabbing a hold of his leg, and pressing her back into her rival's chest:

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Ryo was out cold entirely, his body entirely slack, the small rise and fall of his breathing being the only movement he made.

"THREE!"

Like that, it was over, the heart throb defeated in the first round of the very tournament he unintentionally started!

"Haaaah", Alice sighed in relief by the time the third count was let out, and the bell was rung.

She carefully lifted herself off of her foe, holding her hurting head...and still lifting her arm into the air in victory as her song played on the titantron.

The Pale Rider then turned to her downed foe, tapping him lightly on the cheek with the palm of her hand: "Wakey wakey..."

If he were to wake up, Alice would extend her arm to help him up were he to accept it...

You couldn't keep a good pervert down it seemed, and soon Ryo was waking up from his brief spell of unconsciousness, groaning and blinking as he looked around, wincing at the heavy throbbing in his skull.

After a few moments, he regained his senses, and looked about. Judging from the unfamiliar music playing, and Alice standing above him, he was guessing he had lost.

...Ah phooey...

When the girl offered her hand though, he took it, letting her help him get back to his feet, knees wobbling a bit as he tried to steady himself, his title dreams crashed and ended for now as he looked at the shorter Alice, and, being a gracious loser, offered her a thumbs up with his free hand.

"Hey...good match. You're one tough babe!" The heart throb stated, giving her a smirk. "Not a bad kisser either...You wanna...get some dinner sometime? Somewhere a little more private?"

He grinned, applying his boyish charm, actually flirting with his victorious opponent!

Ryo would awaken, and accept Alice's hand to help him get back up to his feet. The Wrestle Angel would graciously accept his loss, congratulating the Pale Rider for winning, the Brit smiling at his complement on her toughness...and slight blush formed as he flirted with her...

But ultimately, Alice had to reply:

"Sorry mate, you are not my type. Hell of a wrestler though."

Patting Ryo on the shoulder, Alice would roll out of the ring, lifting her arm up into the air as she made her way back up the entrance ramp...