Ryo Kamiya vs Abigail Le Grande: Big Name Hunting

His extra weight pushing Abigail down to the mat just made it easier to hump and grind against her, and, true to form, Ryo would do just that, lightly thrusting his hips against Abigail's cute booty, to a mixed chorus of cheers (mostly from men) and boos (all women, and the men who just hated Ryo)

"Were you not paying attention to the rules backstage? This is the kind of stuff we do in hentai matches around here..." Ryo replied, sounding cocky, since it was rare that he was on top of an opponent like this in recent times. Still though, there were other fun things to do, now that he knew his opponent had a reaction to this kinda stuff.

"Cmon, up you get you cute little butt-kicker..." He said, starting to get to his feet and pulling his struggling opponent up with him. "Say...you ever hear the term "Boobplex" before?" He asked, a wicked grin on his face as he dragged her into and upright position...before he slipped his hands up her waist, grabbing onto her pert and firm teen tits, giving them a firm squeeze and briefly licking the side of Abigails neck, before suddenly throwing his body backwards, pulling Abigail off her feet via his grip on her tits, and throwing her backwards as he fell, letting go of her at the apex to send her crashing onto the mat with a Boobplex!

The base of Abigail's outstretched hand rested on the mat, rocking along with the rest of her body with each successive thrust of Ryo's grinding hips up against her. The struggle or the ropes had more or less come to a close once she had fallen flat, leaving the young man laying across her to enjoy his time in her company. She buried her burning red face up against the mat, lips sealed shut to keep from allowing any more lewd moans to slip from her. She wanted to speak up but knew opening her mouth wasn't going to end well so she instead weathered the storm as the man on her back hunkered down in his own way at her expense.

When Ryo finally relented, she would take in a few panting breaths while he dismounted her backside. Slowly she was pulled back, up on shaky legs, stumbling backward to lean against her opponent's chest. She made no move to stop him as his arms slipped around her, cupping her breasts in his hands. A small breathy sigh slipped from her as he gave her a firm grope, her cheeks taking on a bright red shine again. The sensation of his tongue along her skin caught her by surprise, turning her head as it slipped along the length of her neck, making her shudder.

"Wha?" With relative ease, Ryo was able to throw their weight back, sending the once fierce finder careening into the mat with a hard thump. Crashing across her head and shoulders, her body bent over itself as her backside hung suspended in the air with her legs over her head for a long moment. Gravity eventually took hold, leaving her to flop limply to the canvas on her back.

Ryo didn't even need to look, just hear the impact of Abigails body smacking onto the mat, the loud cries from the crowd as the hentai jester of Tension had turned the match completely around from the animal wrangler.

Turning himself over, Ryo crawled towards the downed girl, who was clearly struggling with being so turned on in the ring, playing right to his only real advantage in these fights. Upon reaching her, he'd stick his tongue out, licking across the bare skin of her soft and smooth thigh before lazily hooking one of her legs up for the pinfall attempt.

"You know, if your enjoying the hentai treatment so much Abigail, I'd be happy to treat you to a night out, dinner, entertainment, and then head back to my place, or yours if you prefer, for a fun overnight visit. Hows it sound?"

He asked with pure cockiness in his voice, as the referee dropped down and slapped at the mat to count the pin.

"ONE!"

Sprawled out across the mat like someone attempting to make snow angels in the snow, Abigail's positively dominant start to this match had taken a drastic turn in the opposite direction. Red faced and wincing she groaned on the canvas giving little more than a small twitch at the twinging pain in her back and head. She had closed her eyes to shield them from the overhead lights, giving herself a moment to let her jumbled brain matter recalibrate after being dropped on her head with an unprotected suplex. She didn't register the small jostling of the mat beside her as Ryo made his way over on all fours, going unnoticed until he ran his tongue along the length of her thigh.

Her eyes shot open, cheeks flaring an even brighter red as her limp body was suddenly jolted alive again as she tried to sit herself up only o be seesawed onto her back as her leg was hooked. She had impressed up until this point, with her incredible strength and good use of fundamentals. Flustered as she was, under the pressure of a ticking clock, all of that seemed to suddenly fly out the window as she panicked. Flailing beneath Ryo as his weight held her down, unable to break herself free only due to not putting forth a concerted effort.

"Two!"

It may have been the end for her right then and there but she had enough wherewithal in the frustration of being pinned to lash out at Ryo. With a tucked arm she twisted sharply, sending a stiff elbow to crack the young Tension star across the side of the head to get him off of her. "As if, you blowhard! Get off of me!"

Ryo was fairly certain this match was over as he went for the pin, but, credit to Abigail, the girl lashed out, not only kicking out of his pin, but cracking him right in the side of the head with a stiff elbow, the power she had already demonstrated being put to good use as the teen idol was knocked off of her after that stiff shot.

"GAH! Fuck that hurt!" Ryo protested, rolling off of the girl and resting on his knees, rubbing the side of his aching head to try and soothe it.

Abigail kicked her legs up, using her weight to see-saw her left into a sitting position. Cheeks a rosy red, flushed with embarrassment from the near fall to Ryo's unusual fighting tactics. Her nose wrinkled at the sight of him, making her aggressively scoot after him along her backside in a blind rage like a bull who had just seen red. She lined herself up across from him and bucked her lower half, performing perhaps one the oddest and smallest dropkick-like maneuvers anyone had ever seen as she flopped off her butt to shoot her boots out at his chest.

If she managed to floor Ryo, Abigail was quick to shuffle up to her feet, tugging at her wrestling attire where it felt a bit too tight to try and keep it from uncomfortably clinging to her. Leaning down, she would try to grab hold of her opponent's ankles and lift them up to tuck them beneath her arms. She wanted to get a good grasp on him, making sure she locked them in snuggly.

"How about I take you for a ride now, huh?" With a heavy strain, she twisted, stomping on the mat while she tried to drag Ryo across the canvas. It would be awkward at first as she struggle to spin the boy, but after a few seconds of awkwardness, her plan would come together as she hefted him up off the mat, twirling about the ring to use centrifugal force to giant swing the tension star in increasingly faster circles. It would be a dizzying affair for both participants, but it wasn't until she would have him almost horizontal in the air that she would finally let go, attempting to send him hurtling into the turnbuckles.

Despite that being perhaps the oddest and most adorable dropkick ever delivered in AFW, it was still effective, knocking the stunned teen onto his back, as even the girls smaller moves had power to them.

Then he heard her say it, that she wanted to "take him for a ride." Normally this was a good thing when a hot chick said it...but he had a bad feeling about this.

He was right.

The next thing Ryo knew, he was screaming, as he was being spun around and around and around and around and around, Abigail having a tight grip on his tights as they went around in the Cyclone Swing, his body raising high over the mat as he was brought horizontal with her arms...and then it happened.

Little did Abigail know, Ryo's tights were designed to tear away when grabbed in the right spot, as part of a dramatic flair he liked to give in his matches, stripping from tights to speedo.

Instead of doing it on purpose however, now with Abigails powerful swing and grip on his pants, they tore anyway, at the apex of her swing, sending the now pink-speedo clad man sailing through the top and middle ropes and crashing out onto the floor to the shock and delight of the entire crowd!

Abigail had just about had her fill of the Perv Prince of Tension by the time she latched onto his legs and began to spin. The struggle, the effort, it was all worth it once she got him up off the ground. She wanted to hear him cry for her to spot or have to crawl someplace secluded to surrender his lunch to dizziness… just some payback for his humiliating treatment of her thus far.

Perhaps one of her longest applications of the giant swing on a real person, she was going for broke when something else broke. With an elastic crack, something gave way and sent Ryo hurling off course out of her grip. Unprepared for his sudden departure, she flopped the opposite way, landing hard with a few skidding bounces along her backside onto the canvas. She blinked in utter confusion as something fluttered down on top of her head and a piece of it stuck to her sweaty cheek. Baffled she gathered the shiny fabric in her hands, taking a moment to understand what was draped all over her.

"Eeeeeegh!" Abigail let out a screech, frantically flailing with the flaccid husk of Ryo's tearaway tights as it danced around, looking as if she was doing battle with a far fiercer enemy than Ryo had been. When she had finally managed to grab a handful of wadded tights she gave them the hardest toss she could muster in disgust. They caught the air, unfurling again, and fluttered back beside her where they lay in a heap. With a wrinkled nose, she gave them a hard shove with her boot heel as if checking if it were some dead thing to be poked with sticks.

She was flushed red again with embarrassment, the heat in her cheeks rivaling just how much her temper burned. On all fours she scurried to the edge of the ring, stopping to find Ryo unceremoniously laying among the ringside area. With a steaming snort, the young girl rolled out of the ring after him with death in her eyes. She landed in a stumble, not concerned with balance as the ringmaster's daughter trudged towards her downed adversary. When she was near enough, Abigail reached out to grab a handful of unkempt brunette hair and forcefully pull her opponent up to his feet, stepping around behind him as she did. Halfway up was more than enough for her, bending at the knees with an arm going out around his waist and another to scoop up a leg by the thigh. With a mighty roar, she attempted to hoist him up into the air, briefly up onto her shoulders before tossing him forward in a big heave, to let gravity crotch him across the barricade between ring and crowd. Perhaps that would make him think twice before trying to use that against her again.

Outside the ring, clad in nothing but his boots and neon pink speedo, Ryo groaned and whimpered and wheezed, his head throbbing, the wind completely knocked out of him, leaving him dazed and winded on the floor.

When Abigail began to pull him up, the Hentai Jester barely even noticed as she pulled him up to his knees, lifted him up...

Then she dropped him nut-first on the guardrail separating the wrestlers from the crowd.

That he noticed.

Ryo's eyes opened bright and wide, his jaw dropping to its full extent, but nothing came out but the tiniest, highest pitched squeak of agony, followed by one tiny, very high pitched word, while the crowd, who were just so recently cheering on his pervy antics, now laughed in joy at his plight!

"...why...!?

The cringe from the crowd rolled outward in a wave before schadenfreude settled in. While some had reflexively jumped back as Ryo was cruelly deposited on the guardrails, others less compassionate sorts leaned in close, taking selfies with the young man whose face was contorted in pain unknown to practically everyone. Abigail looked on with a smile of smug satisfaction at her handiwork, taking in the moment. She didn't have an answer for him, jot one she wished to vocalize. Either too petty or embarrassing to admit she remained silent as he writhed.

She strode forward at a jog, holding out a palm to slap the brunette upside the back of the head. Her hand didn't come away though, it clenched at his hair again roughly, dragging him along the rail to move across the length beside her all the while. When they finally reached a dip where one divider met another she brought him hard into that and leaped past, throwing herself down to the floor to bring his head slamming down onto the metal with a running bulldog.