Prepare for Trouble... - Kairi Kamiya & Ryo Kamiya vs. Drake Mallory

Standard Handicap Match
Rules: Normal rules apply. After two tag outs, both wrestlers from one team may enter the ring at once.
Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.

Drake Mallory:

Ah, fuck. That was his last bottle.

Drake Mallory shut the locker with a heavy slam and started to walk away. He jumped a bit when he heard the bottles crashing behind him inside the locker. He did a double take before he hurried out the door and disappeared around the corner. Not his problem. That’s what maintenance is for.

The Brit pondered over his match a bit as he walked through the hallway. He was a little parched and he hadn’t remembered his Think his name was Kyle or something. He was glad he was getting another match either way. He managed to get himself a nice place downtown from his debut against that ninja chick a couple weeks back. Hopefully this match was a little easier. Or, at the very least, this one was willing to share her drinks. God, he could use a swig right about now.

Either way, he was nice and calm once he finally reached the entrance. When his entrance music came blasting in, he shot his hands out to his side. Much warmer reception than the last time. Seems people had started to take a liking to the washed-up veteran. He ran down to the ring at full speed. Faster than you’d expect for such a large guy. Really fast. Too fast.

He hit the edge of the ring with a smack. A big one and was sent tumbling under the bottom rope and into the center. Fucking shit. That really hurt. He clenched his eyes and looked up confused at the referee, who was giving her own perplexed look down at him.

“‘Ello.” He said politely before pointing towards the entrance. “You guys should clean that ramp. It’s slippery.”

The referee carefully stepped over him as Drake rolled under her and towards the opposite side of the ring. Standing up carefully, he caught his breath and leaned against the ropes. Something told him this wasn’t going to be a particularly fun match. He could already feel the headache coming on.

Backstage, after getting dressed in separate locker rooms, Ryo and Kairi met up, watching Drakes awkward entrance on a monitor. While it was certainly odd, neither Kamiya wanted to underestimate their bigger opponent.

Ryo: "Oh man, this is great. Can you believe we finally get to team together? All the Kamiya's to come through AFW, we're the first two to team up.
Just a shame its in a handicap and not for the tag belts."

Kairi: "Yeah, it's pretty great...but is that REALLY what your wearing?
This isn't a hentai match, you know."

Ryo: *Shrugs* "Yeah, but so what? I look fucking hot as fuck, and our colors match. Speaking of outfits, you look fucking HOT, you know that?"

Kairi: *Eye roll* "You perv, don't think the fact that your only borrowing the Kamiya name means you'll actually get a shot at me. Now cmon, we got a match to win."

Ryo: "Well, not unless AFW decides to book it. You know how kinky this place can be. But alright, alright, let's go out and whoop some butt."

With that, their music started playing, almost right on cue, and the two "family" members went out onto the ramp, revealing themselves to the crowd. Kairi, the elder and leader of the two, or at least so she claimed, came down the ramp first, clad in a pink one piece tight enough to make the fans wonder if she was wearing anything underneath it at all, with matching boots and gloves. Ryo, meanwhile, was leaving almost nothing to the imagination, clad in a simple tight pink speedo, with matching wrist bands.

Various cheers and catcalls greeted them, mainly for Ryo, who was the more popular and established of the two, Kairi only recently rejoining the league, though she certainly got her fair share of yelling and whistling in her direction. Each sliding under the ropes to enter the ring, they posed, side by side, arms crossed, one finger up and wagging, as if to say: "Don't mess with us, we're pretty, but we fight."

With the intro done, they each turned to Drake, their opponent, looking over their opponent. "Hey there, tall, dark, and handsome. I'm Ryo. This is Kairi. Don't think that we'll be easy for you to pick on just cause your bigger, alright buddy? Also, pants? Cmon man, strip those off and lets see the rest of what you got..."

Kairi shrugged, shoving her idiot partner aside. "Forgive the pervert,
he hasn't humped anything in a while and likes getting attention. Lets have a fun match though, alright? Though, its a little odd you'd agree to this sort of match."

BELCH!

Man, he was feeling in good shape today for some reason. He fell asleep in just the right position last night and his muscles felt nice and limber. His head wasn’t feeling as heavy and his grogginess was all but gone. His energy was up and so was the audiences. It was almost making Drake eager to get this match started as he kept slumped against the ropes.

Then the music came on and he heard his opponents for the evening making their entrance. He could just barely grasp their appearance past the glaring lights and his blurred vision. Two younger fellows, it seemed. A girl and a boy by the looks of them. One was dressed in a rather tight singlet and the other was...was he naked? Oh, no he wasn’t. Good. Wait, is that Kyle? Wasn’t he supposed to be facing a-

At that moment, he caught their names flash on the megascreen. Oh, Kamiya. He thought he was facing two people named Kyle and the suits were just being dicks and not telling him who was who. He was still dwelling on his own stupidity when the two entered the ring and Ryo kicked things off with introductions. Seemed like a friendly pair. Though that last bit did catch his attention.

“Hm?” He blinked twice at Ryo. Then he looked at his attire, then to Kairi again, then back to Ryo. “Oh. A swimsuit match? I don’t remember that part, but if you say so.” He undid the button and started working the zipper down. “Though I’ll warn you, I haven’t washed down here in a couple-”

He got about halfway down the zipper when Kairi set him straight. Oh, he was being punked. Should have expected that, really. Youngsters have no respect these days. Gonna have to beat some into them.

Still, the girl wished him a good match, if the blessing was paired with some slight curiosity. That made Drake a little confused himself. It was easy to see why management had set the two together, even to a drunk man. They were, like, half his size. And thin. And young. He’d come across way worse in his line of work. Also the money. The money was very tempting.

“Don’t worry about me, bird. I take can take care of meself. You just feel lucky your big brother’s here to help. That's nice of him to tag along.”

The two seemed well enough, but they were also just two brats. The taller man just couldn't help but a chuckle a bit. This looked like easy money. The participation check was more than enough for a man like Drake, but what was the harm in winning a little something extra? He loved fights with a little something extra.

"Big bro-WHAT!? For your information, he's younger than me!" Kairi replied, scoffing with disdain, scowling a little, while Ryo just chuckled. "Don't blow a gasket Kairi, lets just have some fun with this. So,
which of us should go first?"

"Shoot for it?"

With a nod of agreement, Ryo and Kairi stood in front of each other, hands outstretched, palms up, other hands up, fists clenched, as they began an epic game of...

"Rock""Paper""Scissors""Shoot!"

With that, they each brought down...Paper. A draw.

So the went again. and again...and again...

Finally, on the 6th try...

"Ha! Gotcha! Scissors beats Paper!" "Damnit!"

With that, Kairi made her way onto the ring apron, as the nearly naked teen stretched his arms and legs, looking over at the bigger Drake. "Alright big guy, don't think this'll be easy just cause you've got a size advantage! I've beaten big people before!"

“Younger?” Drake said, leaning forward and squinting his eyes. Nope. Not seeing it. But then again, he wasn’t seeing much straight in his alcohol-induced haze. Speaking of which...

While they were busy with their little game, Drake leaned over the edge and checked underneath the ring apron. He made a couple quick glances left and right. Damnit, no leftovers from his debut. Not that he was expecting anything. It was nothing more than a lingering sensation he had in the back of his mind. It just would have been something to the edge off and help him think a little bit straighter. But alas, no such luck. He could only give a disappointed sigh as he stood up and looked back to see which of his opponents had came up on top of their little squabble.

Looked like big brother was first up. Drake looked him up and down for a couple seconds. The kid certainly wasn’t afraid to hide anything as he did his stretches. His build looked pretty similar to the ninja chick he had to throw down with during his first match. Small, stringy, probably quick. Not at all what he was expecting for his first male fighter in Tension. Sure, the girls were obviously going to be a bit smaller and floatier than him, but he honestly wasn’t expecting a guy like this. He was starting to wonder if it was some sort of in joke amongst management to set him up against little guys like this. Fine by Drake as far as he was concerned.

“Yeah? And I've beaten blokes smaller than you before.”

Couldn’t tell if that was a good boast or not. Didn’t matter either way. The end of this match was going to be the same anyway. With big bro and little sis eating the canvas, and Drake leaving with his winnings. That was the only image that lingered in his mind as he waited for the bell to ring. It made a silly little grin appear on his face for a bit.

“Don't tap too quickly now. You don’t want little sis' looking down on you now, would’ya?”

That must be a lot of pressure riding on him actually. He almost felt bad for Ryo. Almost.

"Um...are you okay big guy? You seem a little...odd. And I'm the younger one!"

Ryo yelled in reply, getting his arms up, though he was a little concerned, for his opponent seemed...just a bit off. Well, whatever. An attractive weird guy was still a fun opponent to play with, and it was playtime!

When the bell rang, Ryo, who had no intention of actually getting into a lock up with somebody clearly bigger and stronger than him, used his speed instead, dashing in to try and throw a hard knee into Drakes stomach!

Well, geez. Kid acts like he’s never had a pint before. Oh, wait. Higher drinking age in Japan. Right. Nevermind.

But if anything, Drake was feeling a bit better than usual. Okay, his head wasn’t exactly screwed on straight this evening, but he still felt nice and limber. There were a lot of deadly surprises in store for this kid as soon the bell rang. Just a matter of time now.

And there they went with the age correction again. It's not like he was trying to be a dick, but the kid just looked older than his sister. He should start taking it as a compliment if anything. He was having the distinct feeling now that he was just being messed with. Fucking twins. He only ever had bad experiences with twins. Always thinking they could outsmart him They were like living inside jokes.

“You keep sayin’ that, but I just can’t see-GAH!” Oh right. Bell rung.

Drake stumbled back a couple of steps. Ouch. That was a good knee. A little more than he was expecting from a little runt. Guess he had to start staying on his toes from now on, huh? Still, it wasn’t the worst hit he’d taken, and there was no way he was gonna take the first strike lying down. With a strong huff, he’d throw a push kick right back at Ryo, getting him back towards the ropes.

Yes! Success! A perfect knee thrown right into his abs! That should keep him stunned a bit, and let Ryo run...right into a hard push kick into his chest, the smaller fighter yelping as the kick thrust him back towards the ropes and off of his feet, though he was quick to roll backwards and get back on his bare feet.

"Oww.." he complained, rubbing his chest a bit, though he still smirked at Drake. "Nice kick, but it takes more than a big kick to keep me down, even from a big stud like you!"

"Ryo, will you please stop flirting with the man and just fight? He's not going to whip his dick out for some kid he just met you perv!" "Shut Up Kairi!" Ryo yelled, back, before charging in at Drake again, this time looking to throw his body towards the bigger mans legs and try and take him down!

Oh. He was coming right back.

Drake wasn’t really sure why, but he had expected this one to be a bit more slippery with his tactics. That was usually how smaller guys went about taking him on. One look at someone as large as the dark-haired veteran usually had people second guessing their approach. Maybe Ryo was just that confident in himself. Maybe he was trying to look good for little sis’. Or maybe he just really wanted a piece of him. He could get that. Even Drake fell for himself sometimes. But this wasn’t the time for that kind of thinking. Ryo was charging right back at him, clear as day and no tricks about him. The kind of strategy Drake loved.

“No you don’t.”

Just barely managing to keep himself from tipping over, Drake leaned down as Ryo went for his legs, catching his head between his legs just in time before the kid could get a good grip on them. He grabbed his the younger Kamiya’s arms wrapped his own arms around them, placing his hands firmly on the kid’s back. For a second, he looked up. Huh, nice view.

“Nice briefs, kid. Flashy.”

Drake wasn’t expecting a response. Ryo wouldn’t have time to formulate one as the Brit leaped up and slammed his smaller opponent back down onto the canvas with a pedigree!

The real reason was one Drake had never so much as thought of...Ryo was just kinda dumb. The boy charged in, headfirst...and got himself caught between Drake's legs...and not even in the way he wanted to be either!

He struggled, kicking his bare legs and swinging his arms...until they got caught too, Kairi shaking her head as she saw how hopeless and small he looked, wriggling helplessly in Drakes grip.

Indeed, Ryo couldn't reply in time to the compliment, before he was dropped, planted face first onto the hard mat below! Upon contact, he groaned, rolling onto his side, hands rubbing to try and soothe his stinging face!