Ryo Kamiya vs. Testament - Judgment Day

The crowd started to swell up as Ryo took to the turnbuckle, looking ready to add some altitude to this match. Though it hadn’t gone on for very long, he was the clear underdog in this match, and the audience could always get behind that, eager to see David slay Goliath.

They shouldn’t have gotten their hopes up. Not just yet.

Testament was stunned, but she came to her senses in time to see Ryo flying through the air with the greatest of ease, turning his body into a projectile. He crashed into her chest, and ninety-nine times out of a hundred, that would’ve been enough to bring a wrestler down. It was a lot of weight to be taking that way.

But not for Testament. She raised up her arms, caught him in the chest, took a step back...and that was it. After a single, horrifying moment, she threw Ryo up onto her shoulder like a sack of flour, charged forward, then took a short leap and fell to the mat, driving him into the canvas with a brutal Running Powerslam.

Ryo really wasn't a high flyer, but in desperate situations like this one, he was willing to give it a shot, flying like a speedo clad missile towards his target...who caught him.

Fuck.

Within seconds, he was on her shoulder, feeling a brief upside-down rush, then slammed hard onto the mat, the teen heartthrob crying out and arching his back from the sheer force of Testaments power slam!

Ryo hit the mat with explosive force, crashing so hard that the ring shook and the ropes trembled, a resonating impact. Testament stood up right after and looked down on him, watching him thrash about, contorting from the rush of pain. Quite a sight to see, and the referee seemed to agree. From the corner of her eye, she could see the woman starting to kneel, ready to count the pinfall.

If Testament had that sort of humor, she might’ve laughed. She wasn’t close to being done.

Instead of pinning his shoulders, she brought her boot up and pressed it against Ryo’s skull, grinding his head underneath her heel, twisting it from side to side to truly drive the point in. All the while, she kept her eyes focused, cool and calculating, not giving this match anymore emotion than it deserved.

Ow...ow...ow...

Did anybody get the number of that...bitch?

Ryo's body was nothing but pain and needles, taking short, wheezing breaths, the wind knocked out of the boy, the popular heart throb having been laid flat.

Honestly, had Testament gone for a pin, she'd likely have won the match right then. Instead however, Ryo felt something large and heavy press down onto his skull, grinding and squeezing on his head, until his bare legs were kicking rapidly, letting out loud pained cries under her heel!

It was quite a sight to watch Ryo squirming their, kicking about, fighting for his life underneath her heel. This was the sort of thing she’d come back for, moments like this. A chance to grind down the men who abused her and the men who would’ve done so if they’d had half a chance. Catharsis.

Her therapist wouldn’t have approved, but then again, her sessions never made Testament feel this good.

She was curious about one thing, though. Time for a little experiment.

After another moment of suffering, Testament abruptly lifted her foot up, only to hammer it down on Ryo’s chest and pinned him to the mat. She leaned in, just enough to pin his shoulders to the mat, but not to keep him there. He could get up and break the count. If he wanted to.

The referee dropped to her knees and started the count. ”1…!”

So yeah...this match was pretty much sucking for him, by far. Testament clearly had an advantage over him in...well, probably everything.

So it came as something a relief a few seconds later, when she pinned him down with her foot, the ref girl counting the pin. It could end quickly and without further trouble.

...Exceeeept...

The pressure on his bare chest. It hurt, she dug her boot in, shoulders pressed on the mat...but it wasn't that strong. If he pushed, really pushed...he could move it.

"2!" the ref girl yelled out, slapping her hand on the mat a second time, Ryo letting out a groan. He really...really didn't like the idea of fighting this chick....but damnit...he disliked losing even more. It went against every instinct he had as a competitor, as someone who took pride in their abilities, but like any fighter in AFW worth their salt, he couldn't just ALLOW himself to give up without a fight!

Thus, as the ref girl started to lower her hand...he made probably the dumbest decision of his career...and bucked his body, the speedo clad warrior thrusting his upper body off the mat and breaking the pin attempt, grabbing at Testaments leg to try and force it off of him!

He kicked out, escaped, and for a moment Testament just stared at him, her eyes slightly narrowed, looking down on him like an ant that had somehow managed to survive a boot coming down on it. One just had to wonder - why? Why bother getting up? Why keep persisting? Why crawl and survive and live when all it would do was cause you more pain?

Thoughts for wiser people. Or ones who cared at all, truly.

If he wanted to continue, fine, but Testament would make him deep regret that decision.

She took a step back and reached down, wrapping her hand around his ankle. She lifted him up from there, but only high enough and long enough for her to swing about and toss him with all the care and respect she’d have for a bad of trash, hurling him hard and sending him tumbling under the bottom rope to the outside.

He had made a mistake.

He had made a terrible mistake.

Why the hell did he kick out!? Stupid pro wrestling. He should have just let himself get pinned, but noooooooo, he just HAD to kick out, like an idiot, just to prove some kind of point.

And now...he was going to get murdered for it.

Yayyyyyyyy.

"WOAH!" he yelled, the nearly nude fighter lifted up by his bare foot, looking upside down at the terrifying Testament. "W-waiAAAHH!" he cried, his attempt to get her to maybe NOT throw him...was interrupted by her throwing him, the teen heart throb crying out as he was flung, never actually touching the mat, flying under the bottom rope and landing on the floor with a sick "SMACK" noise, sounding like raw meat landing on concrete!

Testament wasn’t quite sure why Ryo kicked out? Male pride? That had to be her guess. No way that a big, strong man like him could ever get pinned by a woman, right? He was the superior sex. Had this all under control. He’d show her, he just need enough time to recover and catch his breath.

If those were his thoughts, he was dead wrong. She had no qualms showing him just how wrong he was, either.

He came tumbling out of the ring, crashing hard on the mat, and he wouldn’t be down there for long, either. She came over the top rope, swinging her leg over it, made her way to the apron, and dropped down nearby his fallen body, looming large over him.

Not wasting a moment, she reached down and took him by the hand, lifting him up by his feet whether he wanted to come or not. It was hardly an act of mercy, though, as she promptly twisted about, pulled him along, and attempted to send him off with an Irish Whip right into in the nearby stairs.

Testament would be very surprised to learn that Ryo was a great admirer of powerful women, and, in his own way, considered himself something of a feminist...at least, as much as his chosen career allowed him to be.

For Testament though...he was willing to make an exception...since she was kicking his ass and all. The speedo clad heart throb didn't get up on his own power after she tossed him out of the ring, contemplating if he could let himself get counted out perhaps, but Testament didn't seem to want to give him that option.

With a yelp, the nearly nude fighter was hauled up to his bare feet, before being sent partially stumbling, partially flying towards the corner, his tan and lean body crashing into the steel steps with such force, knocking the halves of the steps apart, the top half step being knocked into the guard rail, while Ryo lay on top of the bottom half, groaning and clutching at his hurt shoulder from the impact!