New Genesis: Kairi Kamiya vs Elliot Gemina

After flattening Elliot with her cross-body attack, she hadn’t even bothered to hook his leg. Instead, she laid across him, lazily but snuggly to make sure her weight was enough to hold him down. When he started to squirm and kick, she shifted her body to hold him down though his frantic attempts to shake her got a giggle from her kf nothing else. When the blond finally managed to buck her, Kairi leaned back up onto her knees, looking to the referee. “Are you kidding? That was totally three.”

The referee shook their head and held up two fingers, leaving her to grumble softly and peer back down to Elliot with a measure of annoyance on her face. It didn't last long though. She was still in control and there was a wrestling match to out on. With her best performer's smile, she shoved down all of her brewing negative emotions and popped to her feet. She took a hopping step over Elliot and broke into a run towards the ropes. Rather than hitting them though, she leaped up towards them, expertly landing her boots on the second rope.

She sprang off the cables, vaulting backward into a floating moonsault, attempting to land herself across Elliot where he had been when last she had seen him. If she landed the springboard move, she wouldn't take any chances this time when trying to pin him. She’d hook both his legs, practically folding him up on the mat.

Elliot didn't move as Kairi protested with the referee about her unsuccessful pin attempt on the twin, grateful for the extra time to gasp like a fish and regain his air, his back still feeling on fire though it was getting partially more numb as the seconds passed, which would help when he couldn't feel the pain anymore. Not that it would help very much. It was obvious that Kairi was his superior in the ring, by a good degree, and he had no doubt she could bring the pain and hurt him no matter how numb he got to it.

And this was only the *least* prominent of the Kamiyas. No wonder the entire family were seen as one of the pillars of Tension!

Even while laying prone on the mat though, Elliot couldn't take his eyes of the beautiful brunette, just as much basking in her sheer beauty as he was keeping an eye on his opponent as he tried to recover. When she suddenly ran past his head, he turned it to follow her just in time to see her landing on the middle rope from a leap, realizing with a start, thanks to hundreds of hours of wrestling watched, that she would be going for a Lionsault, desperately kicking his legs up and bending his knees, hoping they'd make for a painful landing for Kairi!

There was no greater feeling than that of flight, especially when thousands of people were watching her. The distance was no issue, she had cleared it with relative ease. The picture-perfect flip making her soar angelically through the sky to come crashing down with biblical vengeance all over her opponent. It would be a good finish to the match or would have if something hard and sharp hadn’t just slammed into her guts.

"Kuh!" Kairi bounced off of Elliot’s upturned knees to flop onto her back, coughing and gasping, wide-eyed with surprise as she clutched her midsection. She was so sure he was done that she hadn’t even scouted the landing, and now she was paying for it. She curled herself up onto her side, kicking her boots into the canvas furiously to manage the pain as she struggled to take in some breath.

Elliot closed his eyes and winced as he got his knees up, feeling Kairi's body push them down as she landed perfectly right on top of them. When he opened them and looked over, he saw the beautiful girl was flopping around on the mat, gasping and holding her stomach, kicking her legs in breathless pain and protest.

Realizing he had an opportunity now, Elliot rolled over and quickly crawled over to the fallen Kairi, throwing his body into hers and budging her over to her back, quickly hooking one of her legs for a pin attempt!

Kairi wallowed in anguish of her own making but such was the risk vs reward of a high-flying offense. She was mad, both at Elliot for ruining her perfect moonsault and herself for not somehow being able to stop it. She would have been content to stew, boiling over what just happened as a way to dull the pain, but she was suddenly tugged onto onto her back and her opponent dropped himself on top of her, covering her arms and all with his body. One of her legs came up as he hooked it tight, leaving her wide-eyed and gasping for air. Was she about to lose, all for one botched move?!

“A-are you *wheeze* kidding me?!” She was frantic, shifting and squirming between coughs, struggling to slip her arms out from underneath Elliot to buck herself free.

“One!”

“Two!”

Finally, she wormed an arm free and threw it up, reaching as high as she could manage to pull a shoulder off the mat and break the pinfall. She panted, sweat rolling down her brow at the close call. If she had lost here, like that, should could have never shown her face in the ring again. Her career couldn't take yet another embarrassing loss.

"Damnit!"

Elliot cursed as Kairi kicked out of his pin attempt, the young blonde doing what he was supposed to do when an opponent kicked out of a pin attempt, immediately backing off of Kairi. He wasn't too surprised about her kicking out, granted, she hadn't taken any serious damage so far, but still, he had hoped that had worked.

"Alright, well...that just means I need to damage that...really cute body of yours..." He trailed off, seeing Kairi laying on the mat, her legs, her cute tight butt...he felt a stirring...but shook his head, re-focusing. "I meant I need to kick your butt for real this time!"

With that declaration, he took a few steps back, then charged in, leaping above Kairi's body and throwing his own body back, trying to land back first onto Kairi's chest with a Senton attack!

Kairi couldn’t help but feel Elliot had gotten a bit ahead of himself. Given the frankly game-changing reversal he had managed to land on someone as great as her, the fact he squandered it by committing the same mistake that she had just made was baffling. Not one willing to turn her nose up at an opportunity, she kept it to herself. With a hard jerk, she rolled herself to the side, just enough out of the way that the blond would backflip himself onto the mat rather than land his senton. Her timing was so perfect, that she immediately rolled back towards where she was and threw up an elbow, looking to arch it back down at her opponent to slam him in the side on her return roll.

If she managed to hit him, she would try to climb back to her feet, using his body as a stepping stone to push off on her way up. If he was still down by the time she rose, Kairi would give him a hard stomp in the stomach… then another to his chest for good measure. Only then would she reach down to grab hold of his shoulders and try to drag him up again.

In fairness to Elliot...it really had seemed like a good idea at the time.

He leaped up, throwing his body back...and hit nothing but mat, his back, and the back of his head, smacking against the mat with enough force that he bounced in the process, which coincided perfectly with the follow up elbow drop Kairi used against him at the same time, her elbow smashing into his chest and bringing him back down onto the mat, a pained gasp leaving his lips from the assault.

The follow up stomps weren't as painful, but they kept him in a daze, prevented him from any chance of a quick recovery, and when Kairi started to pull him up to his feet again, he'd offer little resistence, the blonde teen's body falling forward into Kairi's when he was upright, his cute face landing, comedically but unintentionally, right between her cleavage, much to the crowds humorous chuckling!

Kairi smirked as Elliot slumped against her, the first instinct she had was to tease the poor boy a bit. She combed her fingers through his blond hair, about to give him a bit more of her chest than he bargained for. It was easy to fall back into old habits. Seduction was a hammer and most of the roster of AFW was a nail. She had relied on it as not only a source of amusement for herself, but a crutch to help her win despite denouncing “hentai” wrestling as a whole. It was when she heard the crowd that suddenly stripped back her enjoyment of the moment. They were laughing, snickering, at her.

Blue eyes flicked from face to face, amused at the scene before them. She looked down to the dazed boy leaning against her, head buried in her chest, and something flared up in her. Her fingers clenched a bit harder as she yanked him back to pull him away from her body with a snarl. She wasn’t here to play around, she was here to win and nobody was going to take her seriously if she did nothing but diddle around with her opposition.

She cranked back a free arm and brought it around in a big forearm strike aimed directly at Elliot’s face, perhaps a bit harder than it needed to be. She had a point to prove. To Tension, to Friction, to her dumb cousin, even to her deadbeat brother. She was here for gold and this guy was the first of many more to come. She thrust a hard knee up into his sternum then reached down, scooping him up as if to perform a bodyslam. She transitioned seamlessly into her Kamiya Driver, sitting out into a big slam, hooking one of Elliot’s legs to tightly pull it back to her, testing the limits of his flexibility as she pinned him.

Elliot let out a muffled groan into Kairi's cleavage, his entire body aching with what she had put him through so far in their short time together in the ring. He felt something brush through his hair, heard chuckles of laughter from the crowd.

Then that pleasant brushing going through his hair turned into a tight, fierce grip and he was pulled away from Kairi, seeing the girls intense look on her face as she glared daggers at the blonde teen. The punch came before he could react, slamming into his cute cheek, getting a pained cry from his lips, her iron grip on his hair keeping him in place for the follow up knee shot, that bent him over as much as her grip allowed, spittle flying from his lips as he let out a loud "OOOOF!"

What happened next, the boy wasn't quite sure. He felt her grip him between his legs, her other hand leaving his hair to go to his shoulder instead, and suddenly he was up in the air, the world turning upside down before he was SLAMMED down hard to the mat, on his back, which arched as he gasped out in pain, the wind knocked out of him from impact.

The last thing he felt was a pull on his leg, groaning weakly as the referee dropped down to begin her count.

"ONE!"