Ryo Kamiya vs Abigail Le Grande: Big Name Hunting

Ryo scoffed as she called him "Candy Boy" yet again, not really wanting that particular nickname to stick with him, though he had a feeling he wouldn't have a choice in-"OH SHIT!"

Normally, when an attractive girl, (and Abigail was a VERY attractive girl) leaped at Ryo, his first perverted instincts were to attempt to catch said girl, in the hope she was leaping because she wanted to make out with him in his arms, as opposed to beating the crap out of him in a wrestling match.

For once though, the Speedo Prince of Hentai actually decided, in the split second he had, to go with his second instinct instead, and dropped flat on the floor, leaving nothing but empty air for Abigail to dive into, the crowd gasping in surprise as within moments of the match starting, the fight left ringside and went into the audience as Abigail sailed over the railing and into the crowd itself!

Compared to what she was used to from practice with her fellow teammates, this was far more fun. It could be frustrating to try and grab hold of Beckett when the woman was so evasive, half the time when she finally caught her the redhead would turn it around into a submission hold. Trixie wasn't quite so bad, but she had somehow found a way to smuggle a strange assortment of baked goods into their sparring sessions. While Abigail was fond of sweets, catching a pie to the face or having a tart smashed in her hair was a quick way to wrap up training for the day. She wasn't about to suffer through all that stickiness. Ryo reminded her more of fun games back home, stalking fellow carnival friends both person and animal, and pouncing. Perhaps that was why she had charged so recklessly and why when her intended target moved she still gleefully laughed as she plunged headfirst into the crowd.

She had taken an innocent bystander clear off their feet and scattered their friends with a clatter of folding chairs and alarmed cries. Thankfully the poor fellow she had obliterated had been a rather nice cushion, making her own trip to the practically painless. Pushing herself off the dazed and groaning man, she gave him a small encouraging pat on the cheek before popping to her feet as his friends quickly snapped pictures of the scene with their phones rather than helping their fallen friend. He'd survive, and likely have a great story to tell about it later. Of course in his retelling, it would have been a bit more intimate and he would have groped her backside instead of laying broken amongst twisted steel.

Peeing about with narrowed eyes she didn't see Ryo anywhere in the immediate area. Has he scurried under the ring? Possibly. It seemed more likely he was just out of view. She strolled back towards the barricade, reaching down to brush a few pieces of popcorn off her thigh that had found themselves stuck to her from the collision. As she reached the divide, Abigail set her palms over the top of the separator. Leaning forward she brought one foot cutely off the ground, peeking over the top to see just where he had gone. "Yoohoo, Rye bread, we're supposed to be fighting you know."

Ryo, from his position, didn't see the crash Abigail caused, but certainly heard the destruction of chairs and cries of bystanders. Oh that did not sound good, that was absolutely going to be a lawsuit, and possibly blamed on him, just like the speedo incident of 2019, as if he was supposed to know that a blind person was in the third row.

Wonderful.

The sound of Abigail's voice alerted him to look up, seeing her peek over the edge of the barricade to look for him. Quick as he could, the teen popped up onto this feet and grabbed the front of Abigail's spandex suit, the other grabbing her arm. "Right, if your done flying into the crowd, let's bring you back to the ground!" he yelled, before pulling her hard, trying to throw her over the barricade and onto the floor!

While she hadn't been surprised to see Ryo spring up in her face given there realistically weren't many places for him to be, she certainly hadn't been prepared for him to grab hold of her. Leaned so far forward, even as she attempted to pull back he had already gotten a firm hold of her leotard, stretching the material to drag her closer to get a good hold. Her bright playful smile turned into a wide-eyed realization as she felt his grip forcing her up against the barricade against her best try to break away.

"Wah!" Abigail let out a small cry as her body was leveraged against the divider, being thrown up and over in one swift motion. She hit the lightly padded ringside area hard with a resounding slap of her body landing flush, this impact far less forgiving than her more cushioned suicide dive moments ago. She winced at the pain, throwing a wild flail of her leg back over her head, showing off just how flexible she was with a blind kick towards where she assumed Ryo might be, but it was a guess.

All the while the referee had been continuing to count out both competitors, throwing up an open palm with fingers on full display. "...Six!"

Ryo had half-stepped back from Abigail after launching her from the guard rail, which was a saving grace for the teen, as Abigail threw a wild kick, showing a surprising amount of flexibility from the former bear wrestler, her foot grazing his chest, rather than smashing into his chest as it certainly would have had he been closer.

"Seven!"

came the call of the referee girl, getting a worried look from Ryo before he took the rest and went after Abigail, grabbing her arm and her spandex to pull her back up to her feet. "Cmon, back in the ring you go!" He said, switching his grip to grab the back of the neck and waist of her singlet, making a point to bunch up all the spandex and wedge it tight up her backside as he rolled her onto the apron, playfully giving her very exposed buttcheeks a hard slap before rolling back into the ring to break the count.

"Very cute butt you got there!"

An impressive kick or not, it had failed to make much of a mark. She wasn’t sure what if anything she had hit but there was little more than a tap of contact on the tip of her boto before her leg flopped back down to the mat. She pressed her hands to the ground, starting to up when Ryo yanked one limb out from under her, grabbing hold of the strap of her top to stretch the material out and haul her sideways onto her feet.

The young Rookie tripped over her own feet, caught by her opponent before she could actually fall. Any thanks she may have had however was immediately evaporated when Ryo clenched the back of her leotard and gave it a harsh yank, making her jump up to her tiptoes with a squeal as the material slipped straight up between her cheeks and nethers, all but vanishing from sight between her perky bottom from behind.

She flops onto the apron with his toss, one arm tangling in the topes as she grunted with the impact. She drew back her arm, reaching back to try and straighten her ring gear out when something greeted her backside with a stinging clap. She let out a surprised cry, looking a look back at Ryo as her face flushed with embarrassment. She growled through grit teeth, awkwardly shimmying under the ropes and opting to ignore her attire riding up her backside for now.

With a heave of her lower body she swung herself around, throwing her legs up towards Ryo when he would try to rise, attempting to hook her ankles around his head and pull him back to the canvas face first with her legs.

Having broken the ring-out count by rolling Abigail under the ropes, Ryo turned and gave a mock bow to the audience, his slapping of her ass getting a cheer from his fans in the audience.

With a grin, he slid under the ropes, starting to get to his feet, only to sudden feel something, quickly revealed to be Abigails leg, hook around his neck and drop him down face first onto the mat!

"Ugh! How flexible are you!?" He grunted out in annoyance, starting to push off the mat to try and rise again.

"Well…" Abigail leaned onto her side, bracing her arms against the mat as she fired back a kick straight at the rising Ryo, attempting to knock him over onto his back. "My mentor is a contortionist." It seemed a fitting thing to bring up given the question. While she didn't have the otherworldly ability to bend herself into strange shapes like Beckett, she was flexible enough to turn heads and perform some interesting feats all on her own.

Grabbing hold of the middle rope she started to climb her way up, winching at the tug of her leotard riding up her body. She didn't stop to fix it just yet, much to the delight of the audience. Turning on her boot heel she trudged towards Ryo, attempting to grab hold of him by the arm. If he had risen enough, she would hop past him and hurl her weight into throwing him towards the corner with an Irish whip. If he was still recovering, she would grab hold of an arm and simply drag him the whole way, trying to toss him against the turnbuckles.

Normally the mention of a contortionist would peak Ryo's interest and get him asking questions, but he was a little distracted with having his face smacked into the mat and having to soothe his poor nose after the impact.

He had only just got himself back on his feet, when the surprisingly speedy and strong bear wrestler yanked on his arm, sending him running towards the corner, sending him hard enough that he couldn't even turn in time to cushion the blow by hitting it back first, instead crashing chest first into the turnbuckle, letting out an "UGH!" and leaning against the turnbuckle, rubbing his chest, letting out a gust of air from the force of the impact.

Abigail wasn't far behind, after sending Ryo towards the corner taking only as much time as she needed to recover from the Irish whip charging headlong after him. When he slammed into the turnbuckles she had already caught back up, kicking off the canvas to hurl herself into his back with a massive full-body splash to slam him into the corner a second time for good measure. She would remain close, pressed up against him as she snaked an arm around his waist and clamped another on his thigh. Backing away she aimed to take him with her for a few steps before spreading her legs and bracing for a lift.

Abigail let out a grunt, trying to lift Ryo off the mat, able to handle his weight almost effortlessly if she got past the initial hurdle of getting him off the mat. They wouldn't go far as she suspected him up in the air, legs hoisted skyward. A few steps later she would dump him back into the corner in such a way to tangle his legs up in the top ropes with a tree of woe position. She instinctively reached back, finally about to work her tightly pulled leotard out of where it had been worked up her between her legs. A thought had occurred to her though at just that moment that made her pause… and pivot on her heel.

"This what you wanted so bad, huh?" Backing up to Ryo, she spread her arms wide to drape them across the top rope, leaning away from him as the cables stretched in protest. With a sudden recoil, she threw her firm backside into his stomach. Leaning back...then hurled herself at him again. The referee would start a count from afar for each hip shot she took, soon to be joined in by the crowd who yelled the number aloud. She pressed her luck as she tried to pummel him with her posterior all the way up to nine before stopping to step away. Only then did she curl her fingers along the back of her leotard and wiggle the fabric out, letting it snap back onto her bottom where it had first been.