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

Phase one of their plan had just been completed when the supermodel foiled the efforts of Evelyn to go for the top rope maneuver that she was planning for. Not wanting her Bry-Bear to get disqualified she would quickly hop off the ring apron and raise her arms up to signal she didn't do anything. She pleaded that the woman slipped on her own and fell, with Bryan now slowly getting back up on his feet and starting to know the bigger picture.

The two were in sync, knowing the cue for what was coming next the male model would begin to get the attention of the referee by distracting him and feigning a serious injury. While the referee came to check up on Bryan, Ami would begin phase two of their plan.

The supermodel would stomp her foot down onto Evelyn over and over again to weaken her before reaching down to grab the red hair of hers to pull her up. "Get up, you little slut GET UP" she shrieked before grabbing her wrists and attempting to whip the female wrestler into the steel steps!

Things had gone south so quickly for Evelyn, the tide changing from the British being on top and showing her skills, almost ready to execute a move that would have surely made quite a dent in Bryan’s defenses to being completely overwhelmed and out of the ring at the moment. It didn’t happen without a good share of foul play though, the man’s supermodel girlfriend sneaking to get a treacherous strike at Evelyn going without the referee noticing.

And that wasn’t going to be the end of it. Based on how coordinated their moves were it looked like the couple was quite used to resort to those kind of tactics when things weren’t going as they wanted to. Of course Evelyn was so busy dealing with her pained body to realize how Bryan was messing with the referee to keep them occupied and distracted, allowing Ami to force Evelyn on her feet again. Everything hurt since her impact was against the area outside the ring and she wasn’t ready for that, but Ami had even more for her. With a sudden move, the supermodel whipped Evelyn against the steel steps. “Uaaaaaagh!” Unable to avoid the hit, the redhead cried in pain and distress as she slowly slid on her knees, resting against the steps.

In the meanwhile, inside the lockers rooms, Ko was finishing her preparations. He had decided that Ami’s wouldn’t be the only interference in the match.

The damage was done, Ami had played her part in ensuring that her Bry-Bear would not be deprived of his pre-destined victory. After violently beating down on Evelyn on the outside and finally delivering a hard whip towards the steel steps, the poor female wrestler would cry out in pain and slid on her knees, resting against the steps after the impact. Meanwhile, Ami would simply laugh in a mean manner while the referee was kept busy by Bryan's "Injury".

The bluenette didn't want to prolong this so as to cause a disqualification and thus quickly decided to move towards Evelyn to reach down and grab her arm before pulling her up on her feet and whipping her back inside the ring. The supermodel would dust off her hands, to suggest she had played her part and that the job was done and all Bryan had to do was maybe perform a few flashy move for the crowd before finish her off so that the two could move on to the next round together, after Ami would compete later today ofcourse.

"Hah, she's all yours hun bun" Ami said, blowing Bryan a kiss from the outside.

"Listen, Mr. Daniels...I don't see any blood, bruising, swelling or anything. And I uh...I don't think I can disqualify her for...*sigh*...fussing up your hair..."

"Well what CAN you disqualify her for than, if not that?! Scuffing up a face this flawlessly gorgeous should be tantamount to a suspension!!! And furthermore..."

Bryan's expertise when it came to becoming a petulant prima donna was doing exactly as intended, which was keeping the flummoxed referee's attention squarely on him while his blue-haired boo did her gorgeous magic on the outside of the ring. He was more than accustomed to drawing and keeping people's attention given it was an integral part of his profession, whether he was modeling the latest fashion trends on the runway or showcasing his sculpted figure on magazine advertisements for cologne, sports drinks, or whatever product in general they could loosely affiliate with him needing to take his shirt off.

But upon seeing Evelyn come flopping under the bottom ropes out of the corner of his eye, he'd abruptly state..."...tch...alright fine. But expect to hear from my talent agent, lawyer, and my beautician for whatever damages she may have inflicted."...before pretentiously wafting his hair and strutting over towards the crimson-haired avenger. Everyone in the arena aside from the referee having witnessed the unscrupulous double teaming and were voicing their booing ire. Bryan himself paying no heed to the plain-looking rabble and centered his attention squarely on his equally captivating lady friend, blowing her an airkiss as well while splaying his statuesque bod across Evelyn's swelled breasts and hooking her leg for the pin.

"One!"

Evelyn had been taken off guard by the shameless display of foul play Ami and Bryan were able to make. Maybe it was her more naive approach to wrestling or something related to her face character, but the redhead would never think about any of that happening. In all her indie wrestling days she hadn’t seen nor experienced anything like that, but she was a part of one of the biggest wrestling federations in the world and some things came with the job…

Pain was almost unbearable and as Evelyn was pathetically dragged on her feet and back on the ring she rested on the mat, her chest rising and falling heavily as she tried her best to recover from her ordeal out of the arena. The sounds of the crowd sounded like people were one mile away, but she could notice the booing and the cheering for her. Everyone had noticed about the couple’s dirty tricks and only when she heared the referee discussing with Bryan Evelyn noticed why the ref didn’t see any of that.

Unluckily for her, getting up was completely out of the question for now, and the next thing Evelyn noticed was Bryan’s body covering hers for a pin. She was ready to give the match up after what she experienced, but the crowd’s support and the frustration burning within her pushed her to make a final attempt of a break. She wouldn’t let Bryan go happily after what he did! With a groan of exertion and repressed frustration, Eveluyn tried her best to lift a shoulder as she heard the “Two” count.

The Fashion Icons double-teaming duplicity worked out almost as flawlessly as their captivating good looks~...the clueless referee being none the wiser as to what was transpiring outside of the ring thanks to Bryan's well-crafted acting expertise. Which wasn't surprising in the slightest considering his talent agent had been fielding requests left and right from soap opera television shows thinking he'd be perfect for the role of the pool boy hunk catching the eye of the lonely mistress of the house. It was a role he was born to play, baby~...but for now he was presently concerned with acting out the role of the handsome victor of this match by pinning down this obnoxious redhead for the easy three count after his blue-haired boo roughed her up big-time.

"Aw come on, pick up the pace, would ya?!" Bryan bucked up off of Evelyn after she'd just barely managed to break up the pin count before the third smack off the canvas, chastising and blaming the referee for not getting her rear end in gear with the pin count. The model athlete mouthed the words *Damn it* whilst on his knees with his hands propped up on his hips, resolving himself to having to bring out the big guns in order to finally put his bandit adversary down for the count. He soldiered up to his feet and past a hand through his dreamy locks while walking until about mid ring, hunching himself down in and beckoning Evelyn to stand up and turn towards him, where she'd be treated to the model athlete's Sweet Chick Music superkick finisher.

It was a very complicated situation for Evelyn at the moment. The redhead was starting to feel really winded up and unable to find any strategy that would help her achieve victory. From the beginning of the match she had been trying to dance at Bryan's rhythm and that had been her mistake: her rival was way bigger than her and there was no way she could keep up. In the end, size and muscle prevailed and had Evelyn almost literally against the ropes.

That got the Bandit into her current situation, merely escaping from a pinning maneuver just before the three count arrived. Based on what Evelyn knew about Bryan, he was a narcissistic, smug man who thought so highly about himself, so the man wouldn't take Evelyn's escape kindly. She definitely didn't want to deal with a frustrated Bryan. If things kept going like that she was going down for sure. Evelyn needed something, some crazy idea to end the match quick, and seeing Bryan charging a kick pushed her into action. Jumping and catching Bryan in a huricanrana, Evelyn would use all her weight to shift her rival's balance in an attempt to get him on the ground on a pinning position.

Evelyn's spectacular move acted as cover so no one saw Kotaro walking down the ramp in his wrestling attire, ready for anything. Instead, everyone was looking at the flashy out of nowhere counter that seriously threatened Bryan's chances. "One!!"

As far as Bryan was concerned this match was in the bag, and that bag was securely placed inside in the bank with clamped on padlocks. The red-haired bandit was so obviously on her last legs after sustaining a dual assault from the two glamorous fashion models that a strong breeze could have perhaps knocked her off of her feet at this point. But B-RY was aiming to serve up something way more devastating than a light gust of wind. It was a toned-up supermodel kick that would swat the bandit right in the jaw and have her last images before going night-night be the model athlete and Ami snuggling up to each-other all while standing over her. Bryan was concerning himself more with making sure photographers would get their good side for their victory photo...

...and not Evelyn somehow having the wherewithal to retaliate in the first place. Bryan stopped right in the middle of his stylish superkick finisher when the leather-clad adversary became seated atop his shoulders with his face nudged against her muff in the topsy-turvy hurricanrana that twirled him off of his feet. Before he knew what was happening the model athlete was already bundled up with his legs ensnared by Evelyn and his shoulders firmly pinned down to the canvas, the referee springing about to get in place to see if the pin is legit before beginning the match-ending count. Bryan struggled and squirmed with frantic jostling, arms flailing about but getting him none the closer to dismounting the bandit whose surprise counter captured the world's attention!!!

Hopping up and down on her feet whilst clapping joyously on the outside, Ami the supermodel Takeuchi could not hide the wide grin on her face at the feeling that her boyfriend was just about to take a page from her book and hit this sorry excuse of a wrestler with one of Ami's finisher perhaps as tribute to how awesome Ami is.

The end was near, one smack and Evelyn was surely down for the count. Only, the smack never came and instead the eyes of the supermodel went wide in shock and horror when her Bry-bear's move was countered by the wretched woman known as Evelyn. The female wrestler delivered an excellent hurricanrana to turn the tide around and slam Bryan down on his back whilst she stayed on top to have him pinned down. The referee counted "ONE" and then reached to "TWO".

Fearing the worse, Ami quickly hopped up on the ring apron and started to yell at the top of her lungs whilst aggressively pointed her fingers at the wrestler pair inside. "HEY! are you blind? She is cheating, my Bry-Bear clearly has his uh...foot on the ropes" she lied out of her teeth.

The distracted referee would have enough of Ami's nonsense and would stop counting the pinfall and engaged in a verbal bout with the supermodel who kept the referee busy and did not allow her to do her official duties. Little did Ami know that Kotaro was walking down the ramp in his wrestling attire......

Evelyn had managed to use surprise and a sudden reversal to get a much bigger wrestler, not only that, the redhead took what it looked like a complete loss for her and turned the tables to have a very solid chance at winning the match and staying alive in the Nekketsu Tournament. But in order to do that, Evelyn needed to make Bryan stay put for three seconds in the pin movement, and keeping in mind the size difference between the two contestants that wasn’t a simple task at all. As she heard the referee the redhead reassured herself. *Only one more second. Come on!*

But the third slap on the mat just wouldn’t come. Evelyn, who was so focused in maintaining the pin, didn’t know what was going on, but for everyone in the stands it was so obvious: Ami, seeing that her boyfriend was going to lose, distracted the referee with some conversation as the crowd tried to signal how it was only a ruse to make some more foul play from Bryan’s part. “Sh-shit! Don’t buy their bullshit ref!” Evelyn tried to make herself noticeable, but she couldn’t get the ref’s attention. She was feeling her pin growing weaker, but currently it was her only chance of winning.

Luckily for Evelyn, fate intervened, or to be more precise Ko intervened. The crowd awed in surprise as Evelyn’s fiancée and tag team partner arrived on stage and got Ami with a forearm strike to her back, cutting short her conversation with the ref. “Ref! Pin!”, he would say as he would drag Ami with an armbar far from the ring. “And you stay there!” As if she was snapped back to reality, the referee went back to the pinning maneuver just when Evelyn was about to lose her strength. “Three!!”

Evelyn let Bryan go just as the bell signaled her victory. After all the pain and frustrarion, she couldn’t believe she had won in the end. Evelyn remained on her knees cupping her face with her hands, still processing what happened. As she got up and the ref lifted her hand in victory, she waved at the crowd who was crazy with excitement at the victory of fair play against the foul tactics of Bryan and Ami. Speaking of the devil, Kotaro would remain keeping an eye to Ami in the case she could try anything.