Shin Utaka VS Bryan Daniels: Bear Necessities

Shin couldn’t help but giggle to herself as she felt herself tempted to shout Alley Oop as she picked the fashion man up and slammed him back down. The man’s chiseled physique may have been nice to look at the bear would admit, but it ultimately worked against him as it gave Shin more surface area to work him over with. That and his weight wasn’t all that bad. She’s fought powerlifters that were heavier than this guy.

And a lot harder to scare too, for barely a second after being slammed Shin would watch her once smug opponent scramble to roll out of the ring. Letting out a small scoff, Shin would stand up and lean against the ropes to stare at him as he paced around the outside of the ring. “Come on Zoolander. You talked such a big game but let me tell you, I’m not impressed. Though, then again you’re used to ladies telling you that aren’t you?” She mocked as she put her hand on her chin and waited for his response.

Genuine concern for what mattered most to Bryan was what had compelled the strikingly handsome male model to take a powder at ringside...and that was the slight sensation that his slicked back hairstyle may have become ruffled up in all of Shin's suplexing shenanigans. B-RY striding over with a flinching grimace towards the bottom of his corner turnbuckle where he'd instructed an AFW stagehand to leave a specific can of John Maxwell Collection hair spray. His favorite brand and the only one he'd allow to touch his luxurious mane.

"Dream on, Boo-Boo. I'd say you just got lucky, but I suppose you wouldn't know the first thing about gettin lucky, now would you? Somthin tells me the only action a warthog like you sees in the bedroom comes from your dresser drawer and needs Double-A batteries. Well, have no fear Gigantor, cause the BRY-GUY has just gotten started, and is about to rock your world..." Bryan remarked while spraying his hair and smoothing it back, afterward climbing back up the ring apron and stepping through the ropes for what he considered the actual beginning of the match. Everything beforehand was just him going easy on her...of course.

Shin’s opponents sure had no shortage of excuses after the bears insult. Once again saying how he’s going to “rock her world”, which was funny considering the one that was currently being rocked was Bry himself. The model even had the Gall to order a stage hand to deliver him a can of hairspray to fix his gaudy hair cut.

”Whatever floats your boat Ginger Powder. Just don’t destroy the planets atmosphere with how much of that you’re spraying around.” she replied as she let the annoying model back inside the ring. As much as Shin wanted to thrash him, she wanted to do so fair and square. Just so he wouldn’t be able to make more excuses. So she let him back inside the ring uninterrupted, only leaning against the ropes with an annoyed look on her face.

Shin's blatantly disregard for looking fashionably fabulous and proper hair care maintenance would have scarcely been a surprise to Bryan. Especially considering the rat's nest of a dilapidated forest located atop her head. Bryan could probably spend the rest of the night into the next morning educating the lumbering oaf about everything she was doing wrong about her hopelessly drab appearance, but for now he needed to concentrate on wrestling back control of the match. And besides, the best teacher's are the ones who practice the age old adage of showing, not telling.

"Easy Boo-Boo...just a few more sprays, and I'm done. Scout's honor~..." Bryan casually and innocently replied with his hands raised upward as he seemingly partook in the brief ceasefire between them as well. The model athlete nonchalantly spraying his gorgeously slick-backed hair once more while walking back to his corner turnbuckle to hand off the spray can to a ringside official...except that while passing the bulky Bear-Woman, an errant spritz of exfoliating hair spray would be "accidentally" spattered right into Shin's eyes along the way.

Shin may have been a good sport and allowed Bry back in unmolested, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t getting more and more annoyed with how the fashion disaster wasted her time so he could make himself feel better. And who the hell needed that much hair spray?! If he kept going, his hair was liable to be as rock hard as his stupid skull!

The bear scoffed at Bry’s promise and rolled her eyes, not believing a word of it. Shin’s hand would make a rotating gesture as he passed her by. “I don’t care, just get on with it. I swear I can feel the birds dropping out of the sky right n-AGHHH!!” Before the bear could finished her sentence. A spritz of expensive hairspray was launched right into her eyes! Immediately her eyes began to burn as Shin was temporarily blinded by the underhanded attack. “You little-!!” She shouted as she rubbed her eyes furiously. The arena was filled with a cacophony of boo’s while the referee warned Bry that if he tried that again he was disqualified.

Nonchalantly sashaying onward with a humming tune in his heart, Bryan's lovestruck hazel eyes never separated from his mirrored extravagance even with Shin shrieking in the distance. The referee, having witnessed the whole thing, hesitated on calling this an immediate disqualification in Shin's favor since she wasn't technically "struck" with a foreign object, at least not intentionally. The official still scrambling through her internal rulebook, and ultimately settled on issuing the model athlete a stern warning and snatching his hair spray before chucking it out at ringside.

"WHAT?! It was a freaking accident!!! That swampland she calls her hair could use a spraying anyway!!!" B-RY bizarre rationalizations were drowned out by the boo-birds squawking all around the arena, expressing their disdain for the underhanded tactic but not able to do much else as Bryan strode right back to the blinded bear-woman. Staying nimble on his feet with arrogant smirk and dancing around Shin with the intention of confusing her as to where he was, all before ultimately pouncing upon her by leaping upward and tucking his knees against her chest while interlocking his hands behind her head. A downward trip taken for Shin with her boobs mashed against his legs and jaw rocked against his knees in his attempted Double Knee Facebreaker.

In hindsight, Shin should have expected this. An airhead like Bry would no doubt use every little cheat in the book to get his way. All the while making it look like nothing more than an accident. The hair spray to the eyes was no exception, and the bear was vigorously rubbed her burning eyes in hopes of being able to see again.

While she did that, along with muttering curses all the while. The referee told the flamboyant model off, but could do little else but give out a warning. This didn’t stop the chorus of boos from showering Bry from all sides. This did little to deter him though, and just as Shin’s eyes began to clear. She was too slow to react as he grabbed onto her head and proceeded to drill it into his knees. “AGHH!!” she cried out as she bounced off his knees and fell to the canvas. Her face in her hands.

Despised though the male model's duplicity was, B-RY nevertheless thought himself as only performing a civic duty by cramming Shin's sorrowful face straight into those padded kneecaps of his. Any overt physical trauma could be a vast improvement over that uggo mug that the monstrous Bear-Woman willingly presented to the public. Still, all Shin had to do was get on her hands and knees to beg for his beautifying assistance and he may just be able to perform a makeover miracle on her, free of charge.

Bryan performed an effortlessly fluid kip to spring back to his feet, sliding both hands down his slicked back hairstyle to ensure not one strand was out of place. Performing model pose#192 at the hard camera in the audience with a cocked eyebrow and pursed lips. Afterward striding over towards the languishing Bear-Woman and yanking her up to a seated position by all of that unkempt hair of hers. Bryan leveraging a bent knee on her laps and locking in his For The Groupies guillotine choke, grinding the side of her face against his tanned musculature in the process. "Easy there, Bertha. Just let B-RY work his magic on you~..."

First there was the blinding with the hair spray. Then there was the face breaker that proceeded to lay the bear out. Luckily, Shin was made of sterner stuff so the knees to the head wasn’t too bad all things considered. Though it did throw the bear for a loop though, enough that she was still recovering when the smug ginger returned with all sorts of self assured confidence.

Shin was going to enjoy wiping that smirk off of his face, but first she needed to get her bearings. And escape this hold she found herself in. Not only was the lack of oxygen from his arm squeezing on her throat bad enough. But the annoying fashion star saw fit to rub Shin’s face against his (admittedly impressive) abs. Shin wasn’t going to let herself be puppeted like this however and soon would send a fist straight towards his rib cage. And then another, and another, and another. Until he loosened his grip enough for her to try and pop her head free!

Bryan vaguely recalls once having a photo shoot take place out in the wilderness amongst thickets of trees with little to no cell service and a personal trailer that only had basic cable. Hands down one of his more arduous shoots, but one where he felt truly attuned to nature as he strutted around and posed in Wrangler jeans and plaid shirts. And one he was reminded of as he once again played the role of a mountain man by wrestling down a snarling ursine. Further torquing flexes of his bicep ensured that the corner of her lips and side of her face would become wedged against his perfectly molded torso, that is until Shin started tenderizing his rib-cage with haymaker after haymaker.

B-RY only taking a few walloping punches with jerked convulsions before wisely opting to get out of this seated position and start raising the ornery Bear-Woman up to their feet, but soon afterward rotating in place so the both of them were nuzzled cheek to cheek and had an unencumbered view of the rooflights above. "Best get used to that view, cause Imma have you on your back and showing you a good time all night long~..." Bryan soothingly whispered close to her earlobe as he breathed warmly before bringing down the hammer with an attempted swinging neckbreaker.