Nekketsu Championship Tournament: Round 1: Evelyn Evans vs Bryan Daniels

Definitely it was a lovely night to be out downtown. The weather was clear and the temperature was mild. The city was lively enough with the excitement of entertainment after a work day. Yes, a wonderful night to be out having some fun, but some knew better. Someone knew where the real entertainment was going to happen. The AFW Tension arena was full house. Not a ticket unsold and even the PPV permits were being sold like crazy. Everyone into the wrestling world knew something was brewing. After all, not everyday one could see a completely new tournament unfold, a tournament to get nothing less than a brand-new shiny title.

Inside the locker rooms Evelyn was doing her best to keep her excitement at bay. She wasn’t nervous at all even if this tournament match was also her formal debut, but she was so eager to start that she had to contain herself not to get inside the ring before intended. She was running over her final warm-up exercises and stretches while humming her own entrance song. Man she was excited! Finally time for some action! She was so absorbed into her own thoughts that she didn’t notice who just went inside the room.

“You look even better than ever.” Kotaro said with a smile from the door.

Evelyn got so startled that she yelped. “EEEEEEP!!! Wh- You dummy! You shouldn’t be here before my debut, it brings bad luuuuuuck!!!”, she replied with some over the top gestures.

Her fiancée’s face went red as a tomato. “Whaaa. I’m sorry!!! I just wanted to wish you good lu…” but he got interrupted by Evelyn’s giggling. “You are so silly! Come here...” The woman grabbed him by the neck and pulled his face into hers in a hot and sweet kiss. “Oh man, glad I decided to drop by.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you are… teehee!” she giggled at his gullible boyfriend. “Don’t want to distract you anymore. Get out there and give them a hell of a show! And enjoy it babe, it’s your moment.”

“Oh you are so sweeeet! I will get you later...”, she said with a wing and a kiss before starting jogging to the backstage. “Go to your cool VIP seat and enjoy the shooow. Love yooooooou!!”

Backstage she only had to wait until her theme song started to make her first public appearance. It was quite a big deal since she came from an indie wrestling show and now she was in the biggest league possible, so exciting! The MC began her introduction: “Ladies and gentlemen, our first challenger today hails from the United Kingdom and debuts tonight for you. Give a proper welcome to Reeeeeeeed Evelyyyyyyn Evaaaaaaans!” Her entrance theme started and she showed in a shower of red spotlights. The public responded to that positively and started cheering for Evelyn as she walked down the ramp energetically while giving high fives, smiles and winks at everyone. She loved that kind of response coming from the crowds and it showed.

Since she shouldn’t make everyone wait she made it to the ring and stepped inside making a spectacular split and sliding below the ropes. The crowd cheered at that display of skills as Evelyn made her final waving to everyone before getting to her corner and starting making some heavy stretches with her legs against the corner. She always liked her body remaining flexible and it was one of her best assets in a fight. In no time her rival would appear and since she knew close to nothing about this guy she focused all of her resolve. “Here I go, AFW!”

Twitter updates kept his passionate fan-base satiated for the time being. As did vague Instagram pictures edited through elaborate black and white custom filters. All of various locations of that day leading up to The Model Athlete's re-entering of the squared circle in what seemed like a lifetime ago. Although it wasn't as if he had completely disappeared from the limelight in that time. Magazine covers around the world capturing his alluring gaze and studly mystique throughout his prolonged hiatus as his stock in the modeling world had skyrocketed since his departure. High-end brand labels were ringing off the hook to get his name attached to their clothing lines. New revenue streams were pouring in for bit acting roles in early afternoon soap operas and commercial advertisements for products ranging from shampoos to beach vacation destinations...basically whatever entailed him not having his shirt on. It was all a radical uptick in his modeling career whereas before he was seen as an uncommitted goofball, but none would deny that it was his newfound lady-friend that brought about the Model's Athlete's reinvention, and who would come striding out right beside The Bryan Daniels~...

"And now...Being accompanied by Ami Takeuchi...From his seasonal residence in Monte Carlo, Monaco...The Gorgeous One~...Bryan...Daniels!!!"

Various photographers having been given permission to be there had lined up on both sides of the ramp in time to catch the beginning of Bryan's theme starting to play. Cameramen first capturing his tasseled boots and the boots of Ami Takeuchi waltzing towards the top of the ramp to a flashing spectacle of camera flashes and circling spotlights, all of which would than be centered on who magazines had dubbed as "The It Couple" of the fashion world. Bryan himself brandishing an extended selfie stick as he glossed over the jam-packed arena with a pursing of his lips and cocked eyebrow, the cell phone at it's top capturing a reversed recording of his gorgeous mug and the equally stunning bluenette beside him. After making sure not one single hair was out of place, he started fiercely catwalking down the ramp aside his lovely GF. Commanding the people's attention as any experienced duet of pore modeling perfection would know how. Once at ringside they struck one more pose to the scurrying flee of the photographers to the backstage, Bryan than coyly placing an arm behind Ami's waist before pulling her into a quick, but damn good smooch.

"Mmm...hold onto that kiss for me until I get back from putting this fashion reject to shame...and this too." Bryan passionately uttered before handing her his furry selfie stick and letting go of her waist from behind. "And let me know if you got any special requests you want me to put her through. Best think of them quick, this shouldn't take long~..." A rolling tuck under the bottom rope and spring back to his feet had Bryan officially entering the ring, unfurling his jacket and flinging it over to some ugly ringside employee.

In her wildest dreams did she not imagine that she would meet a man as gorgeous as Bryan Daniel in such a vile and filthy place that was Tension, AFW. Before she met the male model wrestler, she was beginning to lose hope that she could ever find someone she could date in such a place like the AFW.

However, all that changed after the fateful meeting with Mr. Daniels on that lovely evening of drinks. Now that the two were the "IT" couple, it was time to put their mark on the rest of the Tension roster and there was no better way of doing it than for the two of them to enter the Nekketsu Tournament and for one of them to win it.

Ami was invigorated by being alongside Bryan's special interest, the lights, the cameras and the posing were all reminiscence of her old model days but the supermodel showed that she didn't lose her touch as she posed for the camera.

Once the two neared the ring, Bryan would gently wrap his arm around Ami's waist, pulling her into a kiss. "Mmmmm!" the supermodel moaned in the kiss, bending her back and raising one leg off the floor to stretch it up, showing off her lovely body and just making every other person in this entire arena fill with jealously. After the brief make-out session was over, Bryan would enter the ring and Ami would stand on the outside near the corner where Bryan was.

"Will do Bry babe but just hurry up and end this, I have an appointment in the evening in the massage parlor followed by a manicure and pedicure" she would say.

Evelyn waited until her rival was announced. What she wasn’t expecting at all was the show that unfolded before her very eyes. First of all, she was staring at another couple of wrestlers! That filled her with joy because it felt fun to see that someone else had the same ideas Ko and her had, it made her feel in the same wavelength that those people. Then she could notice their outfits and the way both made their way to the ring, and she noticed how they were also fond to their wrestling personas and liked drama, just like her! This looked like a fated clash, she only regretted that this wasn’t a tag team match where the four of them could fight. She was even more pumped than before, so she observed from her corner until her rival and his couple arrived into the ring.

For what she could get from her privileged place in the ring, both members of the couple played the smug and cocky persona. That gave her a lot to work with, but for the moment she also had to think about the more formal combat part since her rival was considerably bigger in frame than her. It would be hard to overcome this rival with brute force so she would have to use her speed and technique to make a reversal for this man’s powerhouse. When Brian reached the ring he gave her girlfriend a passionate kiss and she reacted by striking a dramatic pose for the crowd and it responded by exploding in cheers. Evelyn thought how they looked so cool and smirked at the thought of Ko and her doing the same. When Brian dismissed Ami and stepped inside the ring he took his jacket off with some over the top gesture. Evelynn saw this chance and stepped closer to the man in the center of the ring.

“Dramatic entrance, but that won’t save you! Prepare to leave this ring seeing all Red, Brian!”, she would issue her challenge while pointing at her rival dramatically. This had a show improving purpose, but also was something used to measure her rival’s character.

Unintentionally, yet instinctively, striking a laid-back model pose as he passed a hand through his slick back hairstyle, Bryan could already feel the envious eyes of a jam-packed arena admiring his sculpted physique. Whether they were fawning fan-girls with their hearts all aflutter, or twiggy introverts and chunky neck-beards feeling more self-conscious about their beer bellies upon seeing his tanned, defined six pack abdomen. The model athlete was far too accustomed to taking the collective breath away from everyone in the room the minute he made his stunning appearance, and he had assuredly done the same on this day as well. The fashion and wrestling world set ablaze from overhearing about the B-RY's much rumored return to the squared circle after an extended absence. All that hype being for damned good reason in his mind given the glamorous pairing he was a part of with the equally stunning Ami Takeuchi and the fact he was in the running for Runway Model Of The Year after debuting his captivating "Steel Magnum" pose at a fashion show in France a few months back...

...but now he wanted to conquer the wrestling ring much how he conquered the elongated runway. All with a flawless face and brimming confidence in his Adonis-esque physique to win him the match over the red-haired bandit sauntering towards the middle of the ring. He scoffed with a condescending smirk as he strutted towards her, propping his chiseled chin atop his thumb as he gave her a quick once over with his judgmental eyes. "Hmph...not likely, babe. Sad to say that red has never much been my color, clashes with my baby-blue eyes. But I'll tell you what color does~...championship title gold. Don't worry, though. I'd be happy to give you some sorely needed fashion tips after you're left flat on that blob of cellulite you call your ass. Defeated, and captivated by my rogue-ish good-looks~..." B-RY ended his vain retort with a sparkle to his toothy smirk as he backpedaled and began rotating his arms to start limbering up. The bell ringing shortly afterwards with the model athlete adopting a grappling stance with arms extended as such.

Evelyn didn’t really have a very inquisitive mind and tended to have a very laid back attitude in her normal life. That, though, didn’t apply when she was in a wrestling enviroment. She always liked to gaze on every small detail about her oponents because that was exactly what piqued her curiosity the most. Wrestling was for her a wonderful way of staging cool drama, exercising to the limit and also get to know new people, and the easygoing British always liked meeting new rivals.

Red gazed at her first rival for the Nekketsu tournament as he posed for everyone. He looked like a man so used to be on the main spotlight, and maybe not only in the wrestling world. The man moved and posed like a real model and with his body it would be no surprise to know that he was modelling after all. But he was also in excellent physical condition, as the British could see with every flashy pose of him.

Brian approached her when Evelyn challenged him and retorted while talking down on the Bandit, ridiculing her outfit and also making fun of her butt. She was caught off guard by that smug attitude for a moment. “Wha- Hey! Let’s see how you fare when I kick your well-sculpted ass!” No matter how hard she would talk, her rival had already left to his corner and it was likely he hadn’t even listened to her. “Jeez. Talk about someone being full of himself...”, Red mumbled to herself.

The bell rang signaling the beginning of the match and Brian adopted a grapple stance. Evelyn looked at him while taking a guarding stance, ready for anything since she didn’t know what to expect from this man. Of course facing someone much bigger and heavier than her powerhousing the match was absolutely out of the question, not like it was her style though. She needed to act smart, fooling him and overspeeding the smug boy. She decided to try and fool him, faking a grapple stance and when she was close enough using her smaller frame to quickly gain his back to take him off guard.

Hey...Bryan has never been known to varnish his opinion about most any subject. Whether it be about the exact herbal concoction and styling products he uses to keep his auburn-brown hair looking stylish, or the drastic flaws he sees in other's unkempt appearance. Being surrounded by equally stunning male models at his main profession ensures he maintain an unbelievably high standard in this regard, and poor Evelyn here was just sorely lacking when it came to impressing the modeling perfectionist. Her own subpar curvature not even coming within the same finely sculpted universe as his cerulean-haired boo at ringside, and he let that opinion be know as only an arrogant male model could. He also could have driven his point home further by commenting on the tacky combination of red and black she has going on, but he figured he'd have time for more fashion tips as the match inevitably progresses in his favor.

*Hmph...least she has good taste~...* Bryan did acknowledge and appreciate Evelyn's parting jab that just so happened to clue him in to her checking out his perfectly shaped backside. Flattery will get this red-haired darling nowhere, but he can at the very least offer her kudos for recognizing and admiring the best backside in the business. B-RY limbering up his springy step to the clanging toll of the bell at ringside, shooting out his arms one at a time upon his approaching attempt to lock horns with her. The model athlete was acutely aware that he would have the clear advantage in a test of strength, and hoped that she was green enough to put herself at such a disadvantage. But he scoffed when she proved herself smart enough not to accept the lock-up, and nimble enough to side-step around him. But Bryan still had the muscle to break up her waist-lock before snatching up a wrist of hers. By whirling himself around with that arm in tow, he attempted a brief hammer-lock that was quickly abandoned for a snug side headlock instead.

Evelyn grumbled to herself while containing her rage, making funny grimaces while doing so. Who the hell did that man think he was to go judging someone else’s appearance like he did? Just because he was ripped and he had the presence of a supermodel didn’t gave him the right to act like he was some sort of superior being. There always was the possibility that all that was just part of some ellaborated character and the real guy behind the mask could be a different kind of person, but whoever the BRY dude was, the Bandit liked him less by the second. She reached the resolve of showing him and his sassy girlfriend who’s boss.

And that was just what she was going to do. The man took the bait she offered, raising his arms to lock in a test of strength, so sure that he was going to have the upper hand in that matter, it was only obvious looking at both wrestlers. Then, at the last second, Red swiftly slipped behind his arms to lock on his waist from the back. After that the redhead only needed to think what came next. Throwing someone as heavier than her than this man was absolutely out of the question, so the British would have a bad time thinking of any kind of route to take on this match.

But Brian had other plans for her, and before Evelyn could have done anything with her advantageous positioning the man easily showed his strength to pry her arms open and get freed from her hold, but not only that, the supermodel quickly transitioned while getting a grip on the redhead’s wrist to lock her in a side headlock. Evelyn groaned in frustration as this was exactly what she was trying to avoid in the first place, giving her powerful rival options to overpower her by raw strength. She would thrash and try to make him lose his footing with her legs, but it looked like she was at the man’s mercy for the moment.

Poor, misguided, sagging waistline Evelyn here was obviously new to this federation, and to professional wrestling as a whole it seemed. Especially on a stage this grandiose, where all your flaws are magnified ten times over under the most powerful of microscopes by the must judgmental fandom in the land. Otherwise she would have known better than to try and match with wits with The Model Athlete, The Gorgeous One, Perfection Personified...B-RY. Evelyn may have had the advantage when it comes to the speed game between the two of them, but Bryan was far too much of a seasoned grappler to not recognize what his opponent was going far when she suddenly darted around him rather than accept the lock-up. Hence why he was already working on uncoupling her hands around his waist the instant she got it locked in, putting his studly muscles to work overpowering the red-headed bandit and snapping on a textbook side-headlong that looked almost as pretty as him...almost~...

"Easy there, down girl...Just settle down enjoy the thrill that comes with getting an up-close gander at perfection~..." Bryan arrogantly suggested to the squirming redhead with a cocksure smirk before powering down on the beefy headlock that was squeezing her head between his shredded pectorals and bulging bicep. At first keeping to this plan of attack to wear her down a spell before abruptly ducking down beside her and with one arm slid between her thighs, and the other arm hooked around the back of her neck, Bryan would heave Evelyn upward upon his shoulders in a fireman's carry. A dangling and perilous position that brought to light how much strength Bryan was bringing to the game nowadays given how seamlessly he hoisted her off the ground like that. The model athlete vainly strutting towards the middle of the ring and emphasized that fact further by performing one full bending squat with the sagging bandit helplessly positioned for an impending Samoan Drop attempt once he was standing again, slamming her spine first to the canvas.