Hunting the Biggest Game: Cadence Cahill (Debut) Vs. Ryo Kamiya

Standard Match
One Fall to a Finish
Match ends by pin, submission, DQ, or Count-out.
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"Ryo Kamiya"

Cadence had muttered the name to himself several times so far, it sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite put a face to it, which wouldn't have bothered him too much if it hadn't been for the fact that he was about to face this Ryo Kamiya in his debut match; and he would have really liked to know who exactly he was up against, but his time watching A.F.W. whilst hospitalized seemed to be betraying him at the moment. Taking in a breath, realizing his recollection on possible watched matches would be of no help, the Man silently waited for his queue to make his entrance. Having already stretched, Cadence Cahill, a now former Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy Seals, sat on a semi-comfortable bench stationed backstage, behind the arena and ring. Decked in custom made BDU pants, decorated in an Urban color scheme that seemed fitting for both the concrete jungle of Kyoto and the industrial make up of the AFW stadium; and adorning his face with black and grey face paint patterned into the shape of a skull that seemed to bear snake like teeth, the man looked far more prepared for war than a small scuffle, but he figured that was the best way to go about things, especially on your first outing.

Appearance:

"Cadence Cahill", a Woman, part of the AFW staff, had called out as she stood not too far from him. "You're on in five.", She continued, holding a clip board tightly to her chest, which was only brought in tighter as she reacted to Cadence standing up in response. Standing more than a head taller than the woman, Cadence could tell she wasn't entirely unnerved by his height, but more how his bright azure eyes popped through the black and grey face paint to create something of an unnatural look.

Giving the woman a quick nod, Cadence made his way to the entrance of the Arena, where he waited patiently for his opportunity; to his own admission, he couldn't help but feel nervous about this, his first match against a name that was relatively unknown to him in an environment that was far out of comfort level. He wondered how he would be reacted to by the audience, if he could feel accepted by others in this new territory, if he could find his some kind of new belonging in this non-military world; it was all a long list of unknown factors for Cadence, and if he were to be honest, the unknowns are what terrified him the most.

As the strumming guitar of The Hunter by Adam Jensen began to play so too did the announcer, "Ladies and Gentlemen, All the way from Kilkenny Ireland in his debut match, standing at six-foot three-inches and weighing one-Hundred and ninety-five pounds, Cadence Cahill!" he said riling the crowd up. With the crowd now giving large jolts of excited cheers for the possibility of a new face, Cadence made his way out to the ramp to meet the collective cheers and inquisitive murmurs that now inhabited the air space as the song continued on. Though his nervousness was far rose to rather uncomfortable levels, the former soldier kept his cool frosty expression in play, his eyes and head surveying the entire arena, taking it all in for the first time. Nodding as he told himself to keep going, Cadence made his way down the ramp and to the ring. His combat boots clapping against the steel stairs, two being placed at opposite corners of the ring, he clasped and stepped his way through the ropes. Now in the center of the ring, He couldn't help but take another look around the stadium, noting that he had never been surrounded by so many people, nor had that many ever had their attention solely on his person. Shaking off the nervousness, he made his way to the ring post opposite of the entrance, determined to see his opponent, and finally get an idea of who he was face.

Backstage, Ryo was getting prepared himself for his match. He had been told his opponents name, "Cadence Cahill" but that was it, the bookers, the guys who arranged the matches for each episode of Tension, had been rather mum on actual details about the guy.

While some might have worried about this, the Hentai Prince of Tension wasn't worried. Often, when the bigger stars were busy, they would book Ryo a match against some no-name scrub that he could easily handle or make cum. Despite his small size and his not-so-great win/loss record, Ryo was one of Tensions most famous and popular stars, as the perverted teen was a big hit with teens his own age, as well as housewives whose husbands were salarymen working long hours and unable to give them the sexual satisfaction they desired. To such people, Ryo was a fantasy come to life, and AFW marketed the hell out of that. Sure, sometimes he wished people would realize he had legitimate in-ring skill, but given he was getting paid and selling merch and reaping benefits of his growing popularity, he was willing to put up with it.

Finally, he got the knock that it was his cue to get in the ring, and he made his way backstage to Gorilla positon as the ring announcer spoke.

"And his opponent, from Tokyo, Japan, standing at 5' feet, 8 inches tall, weighing in at 137 pounds, he is the Hentai Prince, the Speedo Jester, and the Last Wrestle Angel of AFW, Ryo Kaaaaaamiya!"

The guitar riffs of his theme "Flesh For Fantasy" by Billy Idol, began to play, as loud yells of "FLESH!" came out of the PA system, Ryo's fans in the crowd cheering loudly for the boys entrance, while his detractors, a not so-small number of men and women who preferred "real" wrestlers and disliked Ryo for being a hentai showman, began to loudly boo as he came out to the ring, clad in his pink and white tights...though surprisingly, without boots or his usual gloves, having pink wristbands instead.

Ryo's attire, (minus boots and gloves):

Rather than go down to the ring, he went to either side of the wide entrance ramp, waving to and saluting his adoring fans on either side before standing at the center of the ramp, his music playing on, the vocals building up to the chorus as he slid his thin, but slightly muscular and taut, frame out of his chest, stroking his chest and gyrating his hips, his fans cheering as they realized exactly what he was doing as the vocals continued.

"Face to Face...

And Back to Back...

You'll see and feel...

My sex attack..."

As it built, Ryo cupped his hands and faced the crowd, letting out a loud yell of "SING IT!" to the crowd, indicating the chorus, which his fans did with gusto, screaming the words along with Billy Idol.

"FLESH! FLESH!

FLESH FOR FANTASYYYY!"

With the cries of "FLESH!" coming his way, Ryo gave them exactly that, grabbing this sides of his tights, which, like all of his tights, were designed specifically to tear away at the sides...and one one swoop, tore the pink and white tights off of his body, swirling the material around his body and above his head before tossing them to the crowd for rabid middle-aged housewive's to fight over, leaving the 19 year old gyrating around on stage in nothing but a pink speedo!

Ryo's true attire:

Clearly in his element and having one hell of a time, the now speedo clad Ryo Kamiya, also known as the Speedo Jester, the Hentai Prince, and the Last Wrestle Angel, strutted his way to the ring, while his music blared and neon colored lights flashed around him, occasionally throwing his body against the guardrails and leaning back, letting fans, mostly female, some male, run their hands over his chest, or pinch at his butt, or take rushed selfies, a couple bold ones even attempting to grab at his crotch, though he rebuffed those.

Finally, as the chorus repeated itself, he slid under the ropes to enter the ring, shaking his booty for the crowd as he got up, and struck a Shawn Michael's style twirl into a muscle pose, showing his taut body and slim but slightly muscular frame for the crowd before standing straight and moving to the corner as his music finally faded and the lights went back to normal, leaving just Ryo and his opponent Cadence standing across the ring from each other.

Ryo started to stretch his arms, whistling as he looked up at Cadence's taller and more built and muscular frame, before waving in a very friendly manner and smiling at Cadence.

"Hey there new guy! This your debut fight huh? You nervous? I'd totally get it, being in front of all these people and what not. Cadence, was it? I'm Ryo. Your in good hands with me, so let's have a good match and entertain these nice people, alright?"

It wasn’t the over flamboyant song that he had only heard once in his life that confused him, nor the fact that his opponent was, while well built and definitely taut in a bodily sense, a good deal smaller than him. No, it was the sight of that smaller man, this Ryo Kamiya, ripping his tights off to reveal his undergarments. and letting the audience caress and pinch at him that had turned the former soldier’s icy expression into open bemusement, even from under all that face paint.

“...What the hell?”

He said, letting his thoughts slip out as the young man got closer to the ring, his reaction to Kamiya’s entrance getting a stifled laugh from the referee; that itself had told him all he needed to know, this kind of thing happened more often than Cadence was thinking it did.

With Ryo now in the ring, Cadence could finally put a face to the name, though he still couldn’t remember ever watching a match that had Ryo in it. He was, however, getting a feel for who Ryo was, at least he thought so. His entrance portrayed him as flamboyant, flashy, and well attuned to playing to an audience, something Cadence knew he’d have to learn to do if he were to be a wrestler. But there was more, now face to face with the smaller man, and having been greeted by him, Cadence could tell this Ryo wasn’t just confident in the ring, let alone against a bigger opponent; no, he was surprisingly kind. While that might have been a relief to the less skeptical, Cadence went into AFW rather blind of it’s underlying culture; So while he wanted to meet some rather welcoming words with acceptance, his instincts screamed for him to meet this Ryo Kamiya with caution, just in case those kind words were a veil for something far less so.

Focusing himself again, Cadence recomposed, bringing back that icy expression he entered the arena with. He couldn’t deny Ryo’s words, he was nervous, being in front of all these people was new for him; but he did his best to focus in on Ryo, his opponent, and not the crowd of cheering bodies.

“Agreed, Let’s give these people a show to remember.”

Cadence replied, nodding in response to Kamiya’s hand wave. His voice, luckily didn’t portray his skeptical thoughts of him being in “Good Hands”, as Ryo put it; No, he remained calm and stoic in front of the young man, despite Cadence’s confusion just a few moments ago. Raising his hands up in a mock lock-up position and moving closer to the center of the ring, Cadence, even before the bell was rung, was hoping to trick Ryo into the attempt.

Huh. Not much of a reaction. Guess this guy was more of a stick in the mud. Cool face-paint though.

Seeing Cadence raise his arms for a lock up and move to the center of the ring, Ryo, raised his arms up as well, looking the man up and down. The dude clearly had size and weight in his favor, so a lock up probably wouldn't be the smartest idea for the speedo clad man to try.

...Nah, it would be fine. This guy was just another jobber, like the kind that the bookers had sent his way before. It wouldn't be his first win over someone bigger than him!

So, fairly confident as the bell rang to officially start the match, Ryo moved closer to the center of the ring, arms out to accept Cadence's offer of a lock up!

"What are you thinking...?" Cadence thought to himself, with the bell now rung and Ryo Kamiya having taken the bait for a lock-up, Cadence couldn't help but question the young man in his own head. "You knew this had to be a trap, right?", Cadence continued his thought process as he jolted forwards, colliding his hands with Ryo's. To Cadence's knowledge, or at least from what the Tension bookers had told him, Ryo was one of the best; and to this now former soldier, that meant he had to think Ryo was one of the best, he had to ponder what one of the supposed better wrestlers in the company would do in a match. So with Ryo taking the very obvious bait to a very obvious trap that only the densest of rookies could have fallen for, Cadence was somewhat confused; Kamiya had to figure the height and weight differential wouldn't play out in his favor, unless he knew how to utilize that smaller stature of his. That thought got Cadence to wonder if he had just fallen for a trap of Ryo's own design, and that if Ryo was as well practiced and skilled as the bookers had suggested, if he had just given the young man an opening for the first strike. It could also not be true, the possibility that Ryo was just dense enough to give Cadence an opening was also just as possible as Ryo being far smarter than his actions thus far insisted. Never the less, Cadence knew he had to hasten his plan lest this Kamiya take the opportunity for his own.

With the lock up having only gone on for a few seconds, and Cadence having only given half as much push as he could, just to test Ryo's strength, he decided to put his plan into action. "An interesting decision, Mr. Kamiya, going for my lock-up...", Cadence started, a friendly yet competitive tone in his words, hoping to catch the lad off guard as he broke the few seconds of silence between the two, "... But, I assure you, it will not be with-out it's consequences.". With that, Cadence pushed against Ryo's hands as hard as he could, pushing the young man's grasp back and giving himself some space to operate. Releasing his own grips, he moved a hand to one of ryo's wrists, grasped it, and with all his force pulled then pushed the young man off to the ropes behind Cadence in an Irish Whip. Setting himself up as Ryo was sent off, Cadence prepared and was hoping to turn, lift his leg, and send a spinning back-kick into Ryo's stomach as he rebounded off the ropes.

Ryo had been told that, despite the look of him, this Cadence was nothing special and nobody he should worry about, and at first, the lock up seemed to confirm that, as Cadence didn't appear to be all that particularly powerful as the two men pushed against each other. In fact, they seemed to be fairly evenly matched at first.

At least, until Ryo was suddenly pushed back as Cadence shoved forward with far more power than he had been showing in their lock up, the speedo-clad teen not expecting it and stumbling back a few half-steps before his arm was grabbed and he was sent running towards the ropes, unable to stop himself from instinctively turning his body so he could rebound back, hoping to turn the irish whip into an attack in his favor...only to let out an "OOF" as he ran stomach first into a hard back kick from the bigger man, now getting a taste of how strong he actually was as the foot sunk into Ryo's taut stomach, the slim amount of body fat on him meaning there was little to cushion the hard strike as he bent over, nearly falling to a knee after that hard kick!

With the first strike not only being Cadence's, but having hit its mark, the man took no time in making his next move. Quickly making his way towards the bent over Ryo, Cadence pondered on his plan for the match; he knew well enough that this being his first match meant that he'd have to make a damn good show of his skills, "And if I'm going to do that...", He thought, "...I'll need to start by getting him on the ground to turn this ring into my own personal operating table, and I might know just how to do that."

Now right in front of his younger opponent, Cadence, with both hands, grasped at Kamiyas head and hair, lifting the young man's head up from his bent over position, bringing the two men face-to-face for s split second. Setting a foot one step behind himself so he could properly bring it up with enough force, Cadence got ready to pull Ryo's head down into vicious lifting knee, seeking to either send the lad reeling backwards or keep him dazed and hurt enough for further opportunities.

While Ryo was bent over, letting out a wheezing gasp as he tried to get his air back, his hair was grabbed, pain flaring in his scalp as he was forced to look up at Cadence, the two men eye to eye for a moment, and Ryo, from personal experience, knew exactly what was about to happen.

"...Aw crap..."

He let out, just before he took a hard knee right to the face, not only knocking him back, but knocking his speedo-clad body nearly a foot into the air before he crashed onto his back on the mat, holding his aching nose as he writhed about!

In all honesty, Cadence hadn't expected that knee to land, rather expecting his opponent to have countered in some way shape or form; Even more unexpected was how hard the knee had actually hit the young man, lifting him somewhere around a foot off the ground by what Cadence could see. Though as unexpected as it may have been, it was clear that cadence had his opening for another attack. Chalking these first two strikes up to be little more than luck in Cadence's favor, he took the opportunity in stride. Even before Ryo's body hit the mat, Cadence's mind ran through a plethora of stretches or holds he could put the young man in, envisioning each one, counting their pros and cons, and gauging their effectiveness. Despite all his knowledge on bending the body in adverse and painful ways, However, Cadence knew that for the moment he needed to be efficient and effective; this early on into a fight, wasting energy in some extravagant holds or flashy throws was nothing more than a waste, even if it were to allow him to display some kind of talent. No, Cadence needed to think strategically, he needed to focus on what Ryo might be able to do and adjust accordingly. Ryo was smaller, and while that didn't mean he was faster than Cadence, it did mean he could have an easier time outmaneuvering him, and that could most definitely be fixed, at least for a time.

With Ryo now on the mat and writhing in pain, Cadence wasted no time in making his move. Grasping both of Ryo's ankles and pulling Kamiya's still shifting body back closer to the center of the mat, specifically farther away from the ropes, Cadence then dropped one of Ryo's ankles to focus solely on the other leg. Turning and stepping over Ryo's still held up leg so that Cadence's back faced the still downed young man with his leg now in-between Cadence's own; the Irishman, in quick succession, sat on the lads hip, pulled Ryo's knee up to his chest, and fell to the side. Bringing Ryo's lower leg up to Cadence's chest, locking it in with both of his arms whilst clamping down on Ryo's thigh with his own, Cadence was in the position for a Kneebar, so unless Ryo managed to escape his clutch, All Cadence needed to do was apply pressure and push out with his thighs to start hyper-extending Ryo's leg.

Laying on the mat, the speedo clad Ryo was holding his aching nose, tenderly checking it and making sure it wasn't bleeding or broken. Thankfully, it wasn't. Where the hell had that knee come from? Ryo had been told that his opponent was supposed to be a nobody jobber, no different than others AFW had put him up against when they didn't have a real opponent for him, but either this dude was getting really lucky, or he was better than Ryo had been told.

...Oh those bastard bookers...

Feeling his leg grabbed, Ryo looked up as the bigger man dropped into his leg, twisting his leg around into a complicated looking hold with the ease of someone who had clearly done this several times before, Ryo's eyes widening as he realized whatever was about to happen, it was going to hurt.

"W-wait, sto-AHH!"

Oh good, he was right. Now locked in a very, very painful kneebar, Ryo threw his head back and let out a scream, kicking his free leg out, trying to smack Cadence in the face with his bare foot, while scrambling his arms on the mat, desperately trying to pull his body and Cadences towards the ropes. Somehow, he was able to drag both of them, but it was extremely slow going, and despite only being in the center of the ring, the ropes never seemed so far away as he desperately tried to reach even a finger on the rope to break this hold!