Ryan Knight vs Ninjette (Knight v Ninja)

The young man known as Ryan Knight, the rich boy that attended all the parties in the finest clothes was getting ready for his match. After the duel with Songbird back at the showdown PPV, Mr Knight hadn't skipped a beat. He was thankful he had time for this match, the Tokyo police usually requested his help in murder investigations ala Sherlock Holmes.

He felt like he was on top of the world "Guess I've got it all right now." he muttered to himself as he stared into his mirror. Checking his outfit was complete one last time before the stage hands informed him to enter the ring.



He was then told that his match was due to start, with a smile he moved to the entrance ramp. He waited till his theme music [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VVYk7HJ9IU:1cgwqwi1]No turning back[/url:1cgwqwi1] began to play before he appeared to the audience. He'd gotten a good mixed reaction, such was the fame or infamy his family had gotten since arriving here. Some thought them to be unlikable dicks while others thought they were lovable rouges.

With a glass of red wine in the left hand and a rapier in the other, he strode to the ring with a confident and brisk pace. He entered the ring and sat upon the far right turnbuckle, legs crossed like it was a throne for the dashing Scottish young man. He sipped his drink as he awaited for his foe, intrigued to see who his foe would be.......

This guy's theme music was familiar. Where the hell had she heard it before?

Ninjette was seeing this match as a good sign - Ryan Knight wasn't exactly a small fry. He was one of the bigger fish in the little Tension pond - a main eventer. So getting to fight him would definitely be a big boost. And defeating him? That might even put her on the road to the next event. And then the money would start flowing like...

Seriously. Where the hell had she heard Ryan's music from? It was on the tip of her head, but the stupid thing just would not come off. A movie? No, no...maybe a game. Something.

And there went the music. Ugh. Lost her train of thought. Shit.

As her song played, she came out, jumping down to the ring with a few flips to dazzle the crowd - she had to admit, she was getting a little into working them up, despite herself. She slipped into the ring on her knees...and stopped, when she saw what Ryan had.

"Is that...that is wine." Her eyes narrowed as she hopped to her feet. "You get to bring wine out here? I tried to get a beer bottle backstage and they practically chewed my damn ear off. Some ol' bullshit, is what that is."

Ryan sized up who he was facing, it seemed ninjas weren't extinct after all. In response to her question Ryan couldn't help but give a small laugh and say "Well my dear, when one lives the lifestyle that I have. What with being rich and aiding the Tokyo police in murder investigations, drinking wine while under the country's age limit is but a minor thing.

He then flung the drink outside the ring, shattering it and getting off the turnbuckle soon after.
The young man then began to remove the top part of his outfit, placing the coat on the iron turnbuckle before removing the rest of his upper outfit. He folded it and placed it under the ring, all in a neat manner like he was stooping down to the level of his foe to compete.

Once he did so he began some light stretching to get himself ready "Right dear, I hope we can keep each other entertained. I'm rarely surprised by anything now, but it's not everyday I can say I crossed blows with a ninja." he said with a wolfish grin on his face.

"And under the age limit, too; that just fucking figures." She started to saunter towards him. "Hey, let me get a bit of that, if you don't mind; pretty dry right-"

And then he tossed the glass out of the ring, letting it crash on the floor and spilling what was left all down the ramp. "Oh. Well, shit. Nevermind."

She turned back to him, giving him a look over herself as she went back to her corner. "And it's not everyday I can say I crossed blows with a Game of Thrones cosplayer. You're seriously going to wrestle in that? It looks hot as hell." She paused, then held up her hand. "And I mean that it actually looks like it would be hot in it, not that I think you look hot wearing it. Though you're not bad, I guess. 7 out of 10." She leaned back against the ropes, nonchalent, folding her arms as well. "Anyway, fire when ready, Mozart. Not going anywhere."

Ryan rolled his eyes then let out a bemused smirk "What's game of thrones? If it's a TV drama then I apologize for I only watch the history channels." in truth he did have a vague idea on what game of thrones was, but decided to not announce that.

"A 7 out of 10? It takes a lot to keep this brilliant body. But I guess I shall rate you a 7 out of 10, and I prefer Toscanini to Mozart but each to their own I say." Mr Knight said while putting a hand to his chin, before getting himself ready to battle.

He then heard the bell ring and he wasted no time, rushing towards Ninjette like a Knight's stallion he would raise his right arm and attempt to knock Ninjette over the ropes she leaned on with a clothesline.

7 out of 10? Eh, that was fair. She'd always been lacking in the chest department; in this place, that was bound to cost her a few points. "Eh, I'll take that."

And there went the bell.

"Wow, look at you, all full of giddyup." He rushed at her and she might as well have seen it - he was fast on his feet, she had to give him that much, but she was just that much faster.

"And you watch History Channel? Really?" She ducked under his blow at the last moment, letting the clothesline whiff while she slid behind him. "What're you, an Ax Man fan? Ice Road Truckers? Can you explain to me how a show about Bigfoot hunting counts as 'history'?"

From behind, she would strike out with three quick punches, aimed at his ribs, before quickly flipping away to give them some distance. "Won't lie, though - Vikings was badass. Loved that show."

Ryan let out some small grunts of pain as the punches hit his ribs, he had a feeling that his move would've missed. But he had to check to see if she was an actual ninja and not just some girl with a cosplay hobby.

Then when she did a back flip to gather some room from him he smirked again and said "Ah I wasn't clear on what history shows I watch, I favour the ones that detail war. There's nothing quite like the thrill of battle is there?"

Mr Knight would then proceed to keep advancing towards Ninjette, intent on trying to box her into a corner.
They say the mindset of a Scottish warrior was search and destroy, and that was what Ryan was intending to do here.
"You want a good show? Try deadliest warrior." he'd mutter as he would not use any attacks other than a full on charge to try and knock Ninjette into the corner.

"Does the History Channel even have shows like that, anymore?" She waved to him as she flipped back, sticking the landing with a 10.0. "Last time I checked, they were in the middle of another Swamp People marathon."

He was advancing on her, trying to box her in - smart move, and it might have worked on anyone else, but Ninjette? Not likely.

"Deadliest Warrior? Please, don't get me started." She jumped back on the turnbuckle and then jumped forward, leaping over him and trying to hit him with a Goomba stomp as she passed. "Spartan vs. Ninja was total bullshit."

Ryan was starting to get a bit miffed here, nothing was really going his way right now. Add to that the ninja girl's incessant taunting of what Ryan enjoyed only served to make it worse. If he could just get his hands on her then he'd really give her a good "Lesson in manners"

When Ninjette went into the air Mr Knight had an idea, as she left the turnbuckle and jumped over him he would move forward. Now at the turnbuckle himself Mr Knight wouldn't even wait for Ninjette to turn around, she had given him an opening and now she would pay the price.

With a swift motion of his leg Ryan would move towards her, intent on nailing her with a superkick to the head!
"Boom headshot, as they say." he would mutter as he fired out the attack.

Ninjette landed a second later and turned, ready to come at him with a kick to his back, only to find herself staring right into the business of Mr. Knight's emasculate boot.

"F-"

Ninjette only had time to utter the first letter of what would have been a string of surly curses, as superkick struck her across the face and brought her down flat, hitting the canvas and even sliding a bit from the impact.

She groaned, grabbing her face as she reeled from the pain - it wasn't the first time she'd been kicked in the face, but usually by other ninjas who weren't wearing shoes or sandal. That boot fucking hurt, damn it. and-

FUCKING SOUL CALIBUR! That's where she'd heard the entrance music from. Damn, that was bugging the hell out of her.