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

Ok, Evelyn was one of those people who got into the wrestling world because she loved the physical activity it would give her but also because all the drama and exciting situations the staging could get her into. She loved characters and wrestling personas, each with their special features and peculiarities, but this man’s attitude was getting old really quick for her. There was something about Brian’s attitude that made her smirk and say “heh, cool cocky character”, but there were dozens of small details that pointed to the fact that this wasn’t indeed a character but the model’s real persona. He talked smug and pretentious and acted like a spoiled kid who got to grow up to be a whimsical little man.

And he was strong. He showed that by easily breaking Evelyn’s grip and positioning her in a headlock position. As much as the British tried to force her way out of this hold it was impossible for the smaller woman to overpower her strong rival. The difference in size and weight was just too big to overcome, so Evelyn’s strategy for this match would have to be different.

Red didn’t have the luxury of time with her though. With a sudden move Brian tossed her like she was a feather into some fireman’s carry. The Bandit’s flexibility allowed her not to feel a lot of damage when her back stretched to the limit of a normal person, but her experience in gymnastics made her absorb most of the pain with a low groan. But that wasn’t the end of it. After carrying her over like it was nothing Brian made her real move with a powerful samoan drop.

That was something different. Evelyn hit the mat first with her spine and she coughed in surprise with the force of the blow. She wasn’t really heavy so when getting thrown she always managed not to get really hurt, but Brian’s strength added a lot of impact to the blow and the redhead lay on the mat as she coughed her pain off, defenceless for now.

Bryan rightfully considers his chiseled musculature to be even more flawless than the fabled Adonis himself, no matter how much those dorko historians keep insisting is impossible just because he's, what they say..."fictional". B-RY's ripped bod is quite simply beyond compare, and while it does the job of the getting the ladies weak in the knees and swooning with but a hitherto glance in their general direction...it has it's uses beyond that of scoring him endless fashion magazine covers. Such as putting those gorgeous muscles to work overpowering this flabby-bellied bandit here into a squeezing side headlock and forthcoming fireman's carry position. All of which he did with that patented B-RY flair and wafting flow to his hair like he was in a shampoo commercial as the model athlete performed an agile kip-up back up to his feet after slamming Evelyn back down to the canvas behind him.

Sporting a highly cocked eye-brow and a pouty face with pursed lips as if he had just sucked on a lemon, Bryan surveyed the arena all around him along with all the uggos inside as far as he could see. A jeering majority of them letting their "boo's" fly while pockets of devoted fan-girls squeed and squirmed from seeing that "Steel Magnum" pose of his. Bryan striding over towards the fallen red-head with careless indifference as if he already had this one in the bag, than tugging her up by her pony-tailed hair with the pleasure of having her plain-featured face once again mushed up against his golden-tanned abdomen in a front headlock. Slinging her arm behind his neck indicated he going for a vertical suplex, but not before yanking the side of her black leotard for the most mean-spirited of wedgies before dead-lifting that flossed ass into the air for a stalled vertical suplex that was the final act of his Moonshine maneuver.

Evelyn was sprayed on the mat, trying to get a hold on things as her back hurt maybe too much for the beginning of the match. Brian packed really powerful moves and she needed to start thinking of a comeback if she wanted to stay alive on this. Not doing so would result in a quite quick exit for her in the tournament and in a disastrous debut for her career.

But the redhead had little time to think about that. Instead, she gazed from her very privileged position how her rival struck poses at everyone. It was like some kind of funny irony: Evelyn loved that kind of stuff and she liked being so over the top when facing wrestling and her relation with the crowd and her rivals, but it was clear that it was just like that, a character, a pose. When Brian struck those supermodel poses and made those smug comments to her she realized it looked so real. Red had no doubts about it, there was no persona in here, that was the real Brian and she didn’t like him a bit. The cheerful and easygoing Evelyn got a rival for her debut that she couldn’t like less, but she was resolved to overcome this.

Not for now, though. Brian easily grabbed her and suddenly Evelyn realized her rival was planning to vertical suplex her. Being trapped like that she tried her best to relax her muscles to get a clean hit against the mat without too much damage, but at that moment the supermodel yanked her leotard in a wedgie move. Evelyn’s eyes widened in pain as a small tear formed in the corner of her eyes. “Aaaaaawww stop it, you asshole!” But she didn’t get to say more as she was suplexed, hitting the mat hard and leaving Red dazed and in pain.

All that coarse language seemed uncalled for in Bryan's emerald eyes, although he figured it was to be expected that ugly verbiage comes from someone equally as ugly. All that the model athlete was trying to accomplish here by flossing her spandex outfit up that frumpy backside of hers was offer the red-haired bandit her fifteen seconds of fame the only conceivable way she would ever attain it. By shaking that moneymaker of hers for the lowest common denominators out there, cause she certainly isn't going to attain notoriety from that homely mug of hers, or her win/loss ration when she's tangling with the likes of THE Bryan Daniels. So it was that Bryan hauled her doughy ass up into the air before slamming her backward.

Bryan lackadaisically arising once more with a nimble spring to his step and arrogant smugness on his face, parting his hair to the side with a wafting exaggeration somehow seemed to be done in slow-motion, which of course had his fan-girls swooning in their seats. "Hey camera guy...make sure you're shooting under the right light. This gorgeous face deserves to be captured perfectly at all times~..." Bryan chastised towards a ringside camera-man sheepishly giving a thumbs-up as the model athlete sauntered across the ring. It took Bryan little time in conjuring up his latest offensive maneuver, at first tossing a wink towards Ami before going for a head-on sprint towards the ring ropes. He'd jump onto the middle ropes and come springing backward for an attempted moonsault across that flabby midsection of hers.

Evelyn was having a hard time getting used to the dynamics of the match and the one of that rival of hers. She had faced male rivals in the past but most of them had a similar body frame to the one she had. They were small men with not so muscular bodies, but the difference between them and Brian was enormous. Evelyn wasn’t sure about how to approach this rival strategy wise, but it didn’t matter because first she would need to escape the barrage of holds and throws she was being submitted to.

But there was something Evelyn was really sure about now, and it was that she really needed to make Brian eat that attitude of his. Dealing with the man proved to be a nuisance since the man was absolutely smug and unbearable. The man even thought he could have time to flaunt his body at his stupid model girlfriend while in the middle of combat! Evelyn wanted to teach him a lesson, and maybe that was what fueled her to move despite the pain.

When Brian jumped in his Moonsault Evelyn’s instincts sprung into action, making the redhead roll over in the opposite direction, so when Brian would land only the mat would wait for him! Without giving him time to recover Evelyn would run against the ropes to gain momentum and as the model tried to regain his footing Red would welcome him with a running dropkick to his chest.

Crisp~...Flawless~...Gorgeous~...these were the words Bryan would use to describe not only his perfect facial features and rippin hot bod, but also the arching moonsault he was currently pulling off. The model athlete flying through the air with the greatest of ease, and pockets of swooning fan-girls having their hearts flutter while he was still airborne. Bryan even floating one of them a wink as if he we're in slow-motion. Like a majestic symbol of manly perfection whose glistening, oiled torso glittered from the luminescent roof-lights. Unfortunately, B-RY was so concerned with how good he looked executing the maneuver, he failed to make sure he'd be landing it correctly...that reminder coming in the form of him splashing down upon the unforgiving canvas.

"OOPHAH!!!" Bryan wheezing out an aching cough while repelling up to his knees, his spastic diaphragm having him cough up a storm as the male model started gingerly cradling his abdomen while ascending with a grimacing groan. His first priority being to check and make sure that his gorgeous face was unsmudged...it was. Okay, his second priority was finding that little red-headed nymph so he could pay her back for making him look foolish...his scanning around the ring coming upon a pair of black ring-boots flying straight towards his pecs and plowing the model athlete over. Bryan flopping back like a fish before tumble rolling himself under the bottom rope to stand outside the ring...winded, aching, and now having to pay Evelyn back for making him look foolish twice!!

Evelyn had been learning from her rival for some time now. The redhead now knew that Bryan was strong and powerful, but also was so smug and fond of himself that sometimes he could let that part of himself rule over everything and make him forget about the fact that he was in the middle of a match. Him being so invested in looking great while fighting was something Evelyn could respect, but he did it for himself and not for the show, and that was where their ways parted and the differences between the two wrestlers started to show up. Even more, where Evelyn always was looking for ways to respect and admire her rivals, it looked like Bryan was always trying to mock and humiliate her. The redhead was resolved to make him pay and acknowledge her.

And that was exactly what she was doing when the redhead managed to avoid the flying move Bryan was trying to pull off. Make the model flop face first into the mat was satisfying as it could be, seeing Bry going to check his face first thing after he managed to compose himself. Evelyn smiled to herself when she noticed how unaware the man was about his surroundings, and then her dropkick connected to his chest and sent him again to the mats. That was when the redhead learned that no matter how the man could look way stronger than her, he has his weaknesses and she only had to find and exploit them.

Just at that moment, when Bryan looked at his lowest since the match started, was when Evelyn was expecting his fiercest comeback. But that didn’t happen as the supermodel rolled below the ropes and went outside of the ring to her surprise. The ref quickly started the count and Evelyn shrugged to the crowds, asking them without words if that man was the one they were cheering for. With this she wanted to get everyone on her side, and in the meanwhile her eyes wouldn’t move from Bryan, expecting any kind of foul play from him at that point.

Nobody ever rushes THE Bryan Daniels. Not his talent agent insisting he not be late to an acting gig as he zooms down the beachside highway with his smoking hot girlfriend beside him on a bright Summer day. Not some backstage lackey knocking on the door to his private dressing room while Bryan was still exfoliating his pores with a damp towel, saying that the photographers were ready for him an hour ago. And certainly not some trumped up red-head just getting some lucky hits in when the Gorgeous One wasn't looking. Bryan himself taking a siesta outside of the ring the instant Evelyn started garnering momentum, a wise move in his play book. One that these fugly agitators at ringside obviously didn't understand as they started booing the model athlete for bringing an abrupt end to the action, to whom he disregarded with a disgusted grimace while beginning to circle around the ring.

B-RY rubbed the back of his head while shooting occasional glimpses back inside the ring, his vexed irritation coming across clearly on his handsome facial features until eventually he started making his way back inside the ring at the referee's "Six" count. He waltzed up the steel steps and entered through the middle and top ropes...but approached Evelyn without a hint of malice or offensive intent. Instead the model athlete was hanging his head low and hands propped on his studly hips as he came face to face with the rookie red-head. "Alright, Alright...you've got the moves, I'll give you that. I'm sorry, lil' lady. Let's start this over, and shake on it..." Bryan solemnly proposed, extending his hand for a seemingly amicable handshake. One that Bryan seemed sincere about, that had the audience warning her not to accept, and if taken, would be reciprocated with a friendly shake as well...until the rouse would be undone by a sudden tug forward into his waiting arms. The bandit hugged tightly before being lifted and slamming her doughy rump upon his waiting knee in an Atomic Drop.

Evelyn thought of herself as an outgoing and over the top characters. The British always thought that the wrestling world allowed their athletes to go all over the edge concerning characterization and themes, and that was a wonderful thing as she loved all of that. But in Bryan’s case it looked like every bad choice was cranked up to 11. The self-proclaimed supermodel was so fond of himself it was almost embarrassing to see, the man walking the ring as if he owned it, as if everyone should speak to him in reverence and the utmost respect. Not to be harsh with the guy, he had a good physique and some good moves, but everything around his character was just so despicable, easy to dislike. Or at least, that was what Evelyn thought.

And there he was, the supermodel, supergenious, superathlete, waiting outside of the ring because he was scared a woman much smaller than him could hurt and ruin his precious modelling hands. What an asshole! At least the crowd responded accordingly, booing at the man who was tarnishing a show like the new tournament. Evelyn bounced in the ring as she basked in the respectable’s support. At least she got the people on her side now. As if he had seen the wrong on her ways and the prowess Evelyn could be capable of, Bryan walked in again in a much more diplomatic manner, accepting his mistake and giving Red some credit, offering a handshake as a sign of peace.

Evelyn should have expected foul play, but something inside her wanted to have an optimistic view of the world, almost naïve. The Bandit ignored all the warnings coming from the crowd and shook hands with Bryan. The trap sprung when the model tugged Evelyn towards himself and locked her in an embrace. “Wh-what? You…” Red couldn’t even finish her sentence because pain coursed around all of her lower body when the man executed an Atomic Drop. Evelyn walked a couple of steps before squatting, cupping her pained rump with her hands while in severe pain.

Whoops~...Perhaps this little lady should have read between the lines, like anybody with half a friggin brain cell would have done in this particular situation. Just like when the model athlete has to sign a new modeling contract, he meticulously peruses every detail and even reads the fine print...alright he truthfully has is modeling agent do all the heavy reading. But the dude gives B-RY the gist of it in a summed up five sentences. Just the way he likes it. Bryan did mention starting this over, but he never specified in whose favor it would be in. A clever bit of wordplay that he knew this red-headed doofus bandit would fall for...and no sooner was he amicably shaking his hands like a polite gentleman, than Bryan would spring the trap by literally springing her into the air and ramming her ass first onto his waiting knee. Jeering boos sounding off all around as B-RY stood back up.

"Ohhhhh...sorry bout that. Looks like you leapt in my arms because of your infatuated attraction to my flawless beauty, but than you slipped and hurt yourself, Red~...Don't worry, happens all the time when cuties get blinded by my stunning handsomeness~..." Bryan wafted his hair out of vision to strike a fabulous pose next to the languishing red-head soothing her ass and looking quite embarrassing doing so. Well...moreso than before thanks to that tacky outfit of hers from two whole fashion seasons ago. She may as well be coming down to the ring wearing hobo garbs for crying out loud. But regardless, Bryan was not about to allow this momentary advantage to pass him by now that he had the red-head vulnerable to his next act of narcissistic offense.

Since Evelyn was huddled over and unawares to her surroundings, the model athlete would stealthily straddles one of his opponent's legs with his own before affixing one of her arms underneath his armpit to the side. He'd clamp his hands together around her neck and apply a core-tensing abdominal stretch on the bandit. A bit of sweat-slathered body heat exchanged with their hips bumping up and his chiseled torso compressed against her back...but none of that stopped Bryan from winking at the camera. All models posing for the camera, no matter the circumstance.