Shin Utaka VS Bryan Daniels: Bear Necessities

Standard match
Hentai allowed

Shin rocked her head from side to side to loosen her neck as she waited in the gorilla position for the official to give her the go ahead. Looks like that Zoolander wannabe did kept his promise. Not long after he and Shin had their little spar in the hallway, Shin was told that she was going to have a match in tension and whadaya know. Her opponent is the guy who had a leg warmer on his selfie stick.

Honestly, Shin felt this whole match was a waste of time. She doubted that the guy even knew how to wrestle. But he dug this hole and it was up to the bear to make sure he lied in it. And if she got to put an annoying little fashion star in his place while she was at it, then all the better for her. Who knows, maybe this match will be something she won’t soon forget.

Spoiler:

With that ridiculous thought out of her head, Shin saw the official give her the all clear. And soon enough her theme began to play across the arena. Stretching out one last time, Shin stepped through the curtain and into a cacophony of applause. It was rare that a woman her size entered the league and many were excited to see what this match entailed. Wearing her tight black and green leotard with elbow and knee pads of the same color and black boots. The bear was ready to deal some damage. Climbing the steps and stepping into the ring, she went to her corner and waited for her challenger to come out.

Situated photographers having been given permission to be there had now lined up on both sides of the ramp in time to catch the beginning of Bryan's theme starting to play. A cameraman first capturing his tasseled boots waltzing towards the top of the ramp to a flashing spectacle of camera flashes and circling spotlights, before the camera would pan up to reveal Prince Pretty himself. 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 recording every second of his vainglorious entrance as he started striding down the catwalk/elongated ramp and into the ring itself by strolling up the steel steps. Impressively never once again having diverted his eyes from his cell phone until he was finally forced to by the irksome referee.

Bryan handing off his cell phone stick and his fluffy jacket to a ringside employee, although the jacket he merely chucked at the poor guy's face. Blinding him before he could take it off and shuffle away. The model athlete swiffing back his perfect hair as he began approaching the middle of the ring for a little prematch pow-wow with Shin. "You know, you should be thanking me...Gigantor. You're debut match is against The Trendsetter and Fashion Icon, Bryan Daniels. But tell you what? I've been thinking. Whatsay we add a little...addendum, to this match? Try and spice things up a bit. If I win...how's about I treat you to a night of wining and dining at my place? No strings attached, you're free to leave once dinner is over. Free to turn me down of course. Still, you'd be the first lady to ever do so." Bryan winked and smiled handsomely at the buff beauty before him.

Shin should’ve realized that nothing could be normal with this particular opponent. Cameras of multiple professional photographers flashed as Bryan entered the arena. A literal red carpet being rolled out for the ginger as he walked to the ring like a model would walk the stage, showing off a new outfit. His annoying fluffy selfie stick in front of him because you apparently couldn’t have enough pictures. All the while Shin herself rolled her eyes at the sheer obnoxiousness of it.

When Bryan finally decided to enter the ring, he was just as showy as he was out of it. Even down to the way he gave off his things to one of the ringside employees. And then to top it all off, the idiot had to open his mouth. Shin couldn’t stop her eyebrow from quirking up as she heard his “offer”. Basically asking for a glorified pow match. If that’s how he wanted to play then so can she. “Tch! Alright, you’re on. But if I win, I get to decide what outfit you wear for your next match. And you know me, I can be sooo...unfashionable.” she replied. Finally the bell would ring and she would step out of her corner with her arms raised.

Bryan thought to himself while being driven to the arena in the back of his contractually obligated limousine...why not entertain himself further besides merely out-wrestling Shin all night and outright embarrassing her in the ring before thwacking her upside her chin with his super-kicking kayo finisher Sweet Chick Music? Ever since hooking up with his blue-haired boo, Bryan has felt his pick-up game has been somewhat off recently. The Art Of Wooing dictating that players such as himself liberally put into use his courting skills at the risk of having them become rusty. And luckily him and his girlfriend agreed on parameters that allowed mackin' on hotties when it involves teaching the uggos of this world not to mess with the Beautiful People.

"Hmph...it's a date, Bertha. Prepare to have the night of your life twice, thanks to this guy...B-RY~..." B-RY pointing at himself with a flirtatious wink and sparkled tooth grin before backpedaling to his corner, thinking this match in the bag considering how much of an outright noob Shin must be to even think she have a stand against a bonafide and downright gorgeous ring veteran like himself. The clanging of the ring bell compelling Bryan to come striding out to meet Shin in the middle of the ring, firstly circling around in tandem with Shin while cracking his neck from side to side. A limber jaunt to his footwork as he loosened himself up before taking a deep breath and steeping forward into an ill-advised lock-up with the muscled Bear-Woman...

Shin didn’t know what was more ridiculous. That this guys head was so far up his ass that he thought this match was going to be easy. Or the fact that he thought the bear was like a shy schoolgirl seeing their crush for the first time and falling for every word he says. It was so painful that Shin couldn’t help but scoff at his words. A date? Yeah right.

The bell would finally ring and the two were now circling one another. Bry with a dopey look on his face that Shin would be more than happy to wipe off, and luckily for her she would have the perfect opportunity to. The ginger stepped forward with his arms raised for a standard lockup, but shin wasn’t interested in that. Her left arm would swing out and try to clock the fashion star upside the head with enough force to spin him around. It it worked the. Shin would waist little time in wrapping her arms around his waist and flinging him back in a German suplex.

She intended to get through his head just how grave a mistake he’s made.

It just occurred to the astonishingly handsome male model as he was circling the ring and flashing a striking wink to some swooning fan-girls at ringside, that in spite of having a prolonged career on the Tension roster, Bryan has had scant little experience when it comes to tussling with ladies who could be on the cover of Women's Weightlifting magazine. And it was perhaps that particular inexperience that led Bryan to believe that he can approach this match just like any other where he could typically use his own strength to out muscle and bully his adversaries around easy peezy.

And B-RY had little reason to believe this entanglement would go any differently considering that Shin's arms were outreached for the amicable lock-up. That was until the pretentious player got waylayed by a blindingly swift strike that had Bryan floppily twirled around and into the inadvisable position of having his back turned to Shin. The tightened grip fastened around his waist before Shin ended up the hurling spaced out male model halfway across the ring into a savage German Suplex that hammered him square onto the back of his head and shoulders. Bryan barrel-rolling backward once before going into a scurrying crawl towards the nearest corner, dazed and knocked for a loop but still attempting to climb the turnbuckle pads back to his feet...

And just as Shin had predicted, This fashion disaster had no idea how to react to someone above his weight class. If this idiot was indeed a wrestler, then Shin assumed that he was used to being the one with the strength advantage. He probably came in assuming that Shin was just a tall woman and nothing else, would certainly explain his annoying swagger as he entered the ring and his pre match bet with her.

But that was fine, Shin was more than happy to show this Zoolander knockoff why she was called the Bear of Japan. And he got a first taste as she threw him over her head in a German suplex that saw him scrambling to makes sense of. And funny as that was, shin wanted to keep the fear building. So as Bry attempted to get back to his feet, the bear would charge towards him before at the last moment, shooting her knee out to collide with his chest. Slamming him back against the corner and hopefully back to the floor.

As it turns out, Bryan maaay have made some stark miscalculations when first agreeing to this matchup. That rather brilliant realization on his part not dawning upon the vapid narcissist until he was about in mid-takeoff after being hauled through the air backwards and with startling ease from the ursine heavyweight. Bryan merely assumed that those unsightly muscles of Shin's were indeed all for show and would have no bearing on the match whatsoever. The vainglorious male model never having met a lady in the ring he couldn't out-muscle...

...until today, it appeared. B-RY staggering towards the corner turnbuckle after the astounding suplex had gotten Bryan some impressive distance. Although his spastic recoil upon landing and subsequent scuttling had gotten him towards his cornered destination, upon turning back to face the musclebound uggo he'd be broadsided by a walloping knee strike crammed right into his well-defined pectorals. Knocking the wind out of his sails and ushering him back first into the turnbuckle behind him, where he'd slump down seated and in a battered daze.

Bry made more than just a miscalculation, he made a big mistake. One that Shin was happy to show just how big it was. And she would do that by slamming her knee into his defenseless chest, crushing him between her and the corner behind him. Though she would admit that he had some decent muscle on him, though that was dimmed by how her knee was met with little to no resistance from his abdomen.

Now normally for anyone in Bry’s position, this would be the perfect position for him to receive a humiliating stinkface from a coy and sexy wrestler. That wouldn’t be the case here however, though Shin still believed that she was those things she liked to think she was more practical than that.

So instead she would bend down and grab hold of both of his ankles, only pausing to spare a glance at his face with a smirk. ”Hold tight.” She sang before suddenly attempting to yank the models legs and body up into the air. As his legs reached above her head, Shin would shift her grip and push against his waist as she dropped onto her rear. Slamming Bry back onto the canvas in an Alley Oop powerbomb!

Bryan can be excused for making the occasional mistake here or there when it comes to scheduling his own matches. It's not like this managerial wrestling stuff came as natural to him as organizing his closet by seasonal wardrobes or arranging matching ensembles. Typically he let's his agent handle all of the humdrum office work, and this match and it's downward trajectory was becoming a stark reminder as to why he let that fast-talking poindexter do all the paperwork. Bryan huffed out a coughed breath in his seated stance, hoping for some manner of reprieve from getting pummeled and suplexed and...

"Whoawaitwaitwaitwait!!!" Bryan frantically babbled up at the ursine powerhouse once he felt his ankles being clasped onto and learning his request for a five-second breather was denied in the most disconcerting way imaginable. B-RY holding his hands up to Shin with palms open and shaking them from side to side before being pitched overhead for a reverse powerbomb that startled everyone from the sound of the slam upon his chiseled torso. Hopping up onto his knees afterward, the model athlete would wisely opt to roll himself underneath the adjacent ropes and start taking a stilted, grimacing stroll around the ring...