Distinguished Competition: Holly Matheson vs. Ryo Kamiya (Debut!)

Holly couldn't help but smile with grim satisfaction, as she heard Ryo protesting the lift. She nodded her head for emphasis, on each beat of the ref's count. However, that good mood evaporated the second Ryo pushed against her, his lean body forcing them off the mat and breaking the pinfall.

"Dammit!" Holly muttered, running her fingers through her bangs and letting out a little huff of frustration.

"Honey, it was just one suplex," Blanco chided. "I mean-"

"I know!" Holly said, still huffy. Maybe working Ryo over a bit more was in order. Getting up, Holly reached down and took hold of Ryo's bare ankles, trying to hook them under her armpits. It was a bit tougher to get hold of the bare legs than it would have been to catch boots, and Holly fumbled for a minute while trying to get Ryo into position. If it wasn't enough time for Ryo to mount a counter, it was certainly enough time for him to get an eyeful of Holly's jiggling chest, while she worked.

When she did get him gripped, however, Holly would rise up to her full height, position her legs behind Ryo as she drew him up, then drop down. The move would drag him upward more, lifting the young man off the mat and slamming his lower back right against Holly's unforgiving kneepads.

Ryo had been on his side, rubbing his back, when Holly grabbed his legs, hooking under his thighs and starting to lift and straighten. Anticipating the most overused submission hold ever, the mostly nude fighter tried to shift his body to one side so she couldn't flip him, not noticing that she was trying to straighten him up instead, though his gaze also happened to linger on her fantastic cleavage.

"Oh come on, Boston Crabs are so-AGH!"

He yelled, the submission hold he was expecting turning into a type of modified backbreaker of sorts, her knees piercing his lower back, causing him to arch as he rolled off of her, hands going to try and rub and sooth the pain in his lower back.

"The hell was that!?"

Holly couldn't help but smirk, as Ryo tried to guess at her next move. "HA!" she exclaimed, as she dropped back, bringing her knees into his lower back. At ringside, Gato Blanco led some of the fans in a round of applause, for the well-applied and unorthodox hold.

Playfully, Holly bent over, hands on her knees. Perhaps knowingly, teasingly, she used her arms to frame her breasts, pushing them togeher and out, a bit, to further taunt Ryo. "It's called a slingshot catapault backbreaker," she said, with a wink, "and maybe if you'd trained to wrestle, instead of just being a little perv, you might know that!"

"Maybe you just need something a little simpler than that, hmm?" Kicking a leg out, Holly positioned a thick, powerful thigh over Ryo's head, and dropped. The leg drop was simple but effective, and Holly hoped that the move would prove enough to shut Ryo up!

Ryo let out another cry, as Hollys leg dropped onto his head, his body recoiling from the impact.

When she got off, he rolled onto his side, groaning and holding his head in his hands as it throbbed heavily in pain, Holly actually finding a way to shut him up!

Holly raised her hands to the crowd, appreciating the applause. Mostly, though, she was appreciating the silence from Ryo. The young man had been making her look like an idiot from the opening bell, and this was the perfect chance for all the payback she could want. Holly could only imagine what this current run of domination- and what she imagined would be her inevitable win- would mean for her credibility.

So, with Ryo on the mat, Holly took a moment to soak in the fans. The Brit placed a boot on the suffering young man's chest, pushing him down to the mat. Bending at the knees, bust presented proudly, Holly ran a hand through her hair, while using the other to wave down at Ryo. "G'night now, kiddo!", she said, with the most smug grin she'd ever given. At ringside, Blanco simply shook his head and ran a hand over his mask, awaiting the fit his girl was going to throw when the next three seconds wouldn't go her way ...

Ryo groaned, shaking his head as Holly planted her boot on his chest, the ref dropping and hitting the mat to start the pin.

"ONE!"

"TW-"

He was cut off at two, as Ryo kicked out, both the boy and the crowd wondering why Holly didn't just go for a more conventional pin.

As if that wasn't enough, it seemed fate itself was using Ryo to tell Holly to go for a better pin the next time, as with her close position and barely holding him down, Ryo was able to lean and reach up just enough to grab the top of her outfit, trying to tug it down to expose part of her bust!

Holly was grinning like a cheshire cat, right up until the count stopped. She stumbled for a second, having put her weight onto Ryo's chest, figuring that she could perch there comfortably as long as she'd wanted. All for naught, of course, as the scantily-clad Japanese wrestler kicked right out of her cocky pin.

"Bloody hell!" she cursed, the surprise distracting her from Ryo's encroaching grab. "BLOODY HELL!" she cried out, louder, as Ryo got a full handle on her ring gear, and yanked it hard. Holly and Blanco's pre-match ritual involved a lot of careful balancing to get her body into that ring gear, and to try to make certain it stayed there for the duration. And Ryo had totally thrown that balance out.

"B-bastard ..." Holly gasped, as she clasped her hands over her considerable breasts. She began trying to struggle them back into her top, while Blanco got on the apron to help. Unfortunately, the luchador was met with a faceful of angry ref for his attempted "interference" with the match, leaving Holly on her own to get things back under control. Which meant that Holly's sole attention was on her own body, the ref's was on Blanco, and nobody was keeping an eye on Ryo.

It took Ryo a few moments, but he managed to sit up, looking around. Holly was still dealing with trying to keep her lovely boobs in her outfit, curing Ryo to hell in the process.

On his other side, her masked manager friend...or maybe boyfriend? Either way, he was on the ropes, distracting the referee, leaving Ryo free to get to his feet, and crack his neck and back, shrugging as the crowd laughed a little.

Taking care of Blanco first, the boy charged at him from an angle where he could smash his elbow into Blanco's cheek, looking to knock him off the apron without hitting the referee.

With him down, he turned towards Holly, slowly creeping up on her while trying not to alert her to his presence. Once behind her, he gave his hips a swivel before sliding down his speedo all the way off, leaving it on the mat to the cheers and whistles of the crowd.

"You ready yet?"

He said when Holly finally stood, to get her attention, eager to see the look on her face when she turned and found him totally naked in front of her.

On the apron, Blanco was trying to negotiate his way past the ref, to no avail. Across the ring, Holly was still struggling with her top, and the official simply wasn't willing to believe that was all the luchador was wanting to help her with. Unfortunately, the masked man was so focused on his girl's predicament and the stubborn ref that he didn't see the oncoming elbow until it was planted right upside his head. Caught off his guard, Blanco dropped hard, Ryo's deftly-delivered blow knocking the luchador off the apron, and quite nearly into the ringside barricade below.

Holly, meanwhile, was just now managing to get her bosom kind-of-sort-of stuffed back into her ring gear. "D-dammit," she hissed, increasingly huffy as her own breasts seemed to be fighting her on the issue. She could hear the whistles and cheers of the crowd, but assumed they were just blending into the catcalls and cheers she'd already been forced to tolerate. Then, at the sound of Ryo's voice, Holly turned around.

The sight of her opponent in all his glory completely stunned the Brit. "OH!" she exclaimed, one hand covering her mouth, eyes doubling in size due to shock. "Ohmygod!" Quickly, with tiny panicked steps, Holly backed herself into one of the corner posts. "Mister?" she called out, looking for Blanco. "Mister!? Where are you!?" A quick glance around the ring told her she was alone with Ryo now, somehow. And as freaked out as she was by Ryo's unabashed nudity, she was again completely at his mercy.

Ryo put his hands on his hips, slowly coming closer, step by step, to the british blonde, moving his hips from side to side, even turning to give his tanned butt (a clear sign of his enjoyment of nude sunbathing) a wiggle in her direction, the crowd whistling loudly in approval.

"What's the matter? You flashed your tits at me, so I'm returning the favor. Backing away just hurts my feelings, Hollllyyy..."

He said, moaning her name as he came closer to where she was trapped in the corner, lightly stroking his own member just to get a reaction...before he finally was close enough to leap at her, raising his knee to smash it against her tits to stun her.

After the knee smash, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the center of the ring with him, before grabbing her as if for a slam, one hand on her shoulder, the other between her legs.

"Just so ya know, I had fun, you're good...rematch whenever you want..."

He said, offering the pissed off girl kiss on the lips, hand rubbing her crotch, for just long enough for her daze to end and her to notice, before he lifted her up, turning her body over and grabbing her around the waist, in a standing reverse piledriver position, or a standing 69 in a more crude term, her legs on either side of his head, her crotch in his face as he held her up.

As if having him breathing between her legs was bad enough, Ryo held her close enough, and she was just at the perfect height, where instead of facing his knees or shins, she ended up face first against his bare member!

"Here we go! Ryo Driver Delight!"

Ryo yelled, taking advantage of the move and starting to apply his tongue to her, licking at her covered crotch, pressing against the material so she could feel it, while rubbing his bare cock against her face!