TWCT round 1: John Mitchel vs Erica Iona

John continued to work in the hold, until he felt a thump on his toned chest. That cheap as shit thing that had been so cheap and shit that it was falling apart for the entire match just hit him. Considering that it was so unstrudy that it had been breaking for the entire match, and considering that it was only about half the size as when she started, this felt about as painful as being hit in the stomach with a half empty bendy plastic water bottle.

John just stared down at his stomach, then looked back up to continue the hold. It was only when she began to punch is legs that he actually felt pain. He groaned out aloud, trying to keep his hold, working it harder as he felt his legs being thumped. “God just tap! Already broke your fucking mask!” he growled out with a pained and irritated tone.

Erica was screaming out here in pain, her leg was feeling more torn and worn by the second.
She put her hands on her face as the hurting of her leg only got worse and worse.

Ms Iona slammed her hand down on the mat repeatedly, she was tapping out to the move.
Erica would try to crawl away after John would let go of the hold, she just wanted to get away now.

John grinned, yanking back on the hold a bit more as she screamed, until he felt her tap on the mat aggressively. John was too much of a sportsman to keep it going, even though she had worked him up pretty good. When she tapped, there wasnâ€t any hesitation, he let go right away.

“Two thousand yen an hour.” John said as he stretched a bit, slowly getting up and letting her crawl away. John shook his leg a bit, the one Iona had hurt. It would bruise a bit, but he was confident it would be all healed up before his next match, whatever that may be. “Thatâ€s what I charge to coach. Four thousand for you.” He said drily, before he began to turn around, exiting the ring. “Think about it.” he said, over his shoulder. He wasnâ€t trying to be mean, in his mind this girl had gotten himself into somewhere she didnâ€t belong. She didnâ€t know how to wrestle very well, and got matched up against someone who did. She really needed to train a bit more before she tried any other tournaments.

John wins by submission.