The Takeuchi's vs United Kingdom Elite

John was wanting to try and milk the hold for all it was worth, that was what he learned to do with his submissions. Try and make every chance the best he could do with it, whittle the enemy down and then make em tap out. The artist knew that Ami's nails were gonna leave some marks in the morning, was something Mr Carnaby could probably do without.

But it was a ploy to make the artist try and convert the hold into something else, and it left John open. It seemed at least, with Ami making a big struggle gambit. It jiggled the hold that the young man had been holding, allowing the supermodel to get in close and set the artist up for a move. Ami's sudden yelping in his ears certainly didn't help matters, and then the move came up.

The jawbreaker earned a loud grunt from John, his upper body jerking back up instantly from the impact. And sure enough it sent the artist back reeling somewhat, the man falling back to the ropes with one hand holding them and the other on his chin. Mr Knight bit his lip, leaning forward on the ropes. John quickly exchanged a glance with Ryan, perhaps it might be best to attempt an exchange of legal team members soon.

John was feeling a bit tired right now, he'd been giving it a good go against the enemy thus far. Out of a desire to prove himself of course, but still it took two to tango. And four to have a dance battle, or was that three's a crowd?

The point was that Mr Carnaby felt the need to tag in Mr Knight, no sense in getting too worn down. The artist would need to stay fresh in case he needed to bail Ryan out of a bad spot, Lucy wasn't going to get involved in this match. Unless she was attacked, in which case the Takeuchi's would wish to face Freddy Fazbear rather than her.

Taking one last glance at Ami to asses what she was doing John went for it, he was still reeling a tad from the supermodel's jawbreaker attack. But still he was at a vertical base, and wouldn't be too long till he got to his corner. Slapping the open and outstretched hand of the British paragon John would then get himself ready on the apron, time to rest.

Meanwhile Ryan would enter the squared circle, by then though odds were that Ami would manage to get Daisuke in. Mr Knight would wait for it, better to attack the fresher opponent and get them worn down. "Mr Daisuke....." Ryan simply stated with a stoic nod of his head in acknowledgement. The young man settled into his stance and got himself ready as he neared the centre of the ring.

John had done enough for now, it was time to get the boss into the squared circle. The artist was eager to keep going, but knew that there was no point in just getting tuckered out when he might be needed at a key moment later on. Besides Ryan was intent on going forth and taking on Mr Daisuke, he was the fresher man in the UK Elite. It was logic at work.

"Yes to business." Ryan stated simply to his opponent calmly, this wasn't going to be anything fancy. Despite the entrance and mannerisms that the British paragon was known for, when it came to the sport of wrestling he was every bit a stoic competitor. And this had been shown right now.

Mr Knight was taking his time with this one, Daisuke had shown off his ability back in that tag match against Lucy Grange. But Ryan wasn't Lucy. And when the wrestling prince moved in to grapple the paragon of Britain accepted it, wasting no time in returning the collar and elbow grapple. Mr Knight put his strength into it, intent on trying to force Daisuke to give ground and attempt to try and dictate the pace.

Mr Knight knew one thing, he was the powerhouse of the UK Elite. The big guy who led the group, if you messed with a band then you messed with the man on the lead guitar. Or violin in the case of Ryan, but that point was moot right now. What mattered was the fact that people had been curious to see how this battle would fare, the wrestling prince going up against the paragon of Britain.

Daisuke was good in getting himself grounded, obviously to prevent from being steamrolled right away. Ryan was no stranger to this hold, often doing it back in the indie circuit against big Chinese blokes. Where the young man had learned to apply his strength to full extent, and based off of the reaction from Daisuke it worked just as intended.

Still it was clear that something needed to be done beyond this hold, and Daisuke was eager to press the chance to do so. No doubt aggravated by the display of might from the British aristocrat, the knee was driven up into the gut of Ryan. It earned a loud grunt from Ryan as his chest took the hit, knocking the wind out of his sails. But never one to just lie down and take it Ryan would fire out a shot of his own, releasing his grip from Daisuke Mr Knight would use his closest arm to go for an elbow to the gut.

Ryan was quite durable in the squared circle, being the big guy that he was it was kinda required. His endurance certainly came in handy during the finals of the Tension tag tournament against the Ishii siblings, although Lucy's encouragement upon seeing her Brother busted open did help there. But still one thing was certain, Mr Knight had the endurance to go for days.

The British paragon had bought himself some time with that retaliation against the wrestling prince. But knew that he needed to try and press on, to maybe do something expanding from this. Getting back to a vertical position following Daisuke's knee attack Ryan's intention was to press on and get a decisive move over the opponent.

With a verbal grunt Mr Knight did so, intending to grab Daisuke by the closest arm. Attempting to move behind him while hooking his nearest leg with that of his own, Ryan would try to slam the wrestling prince down with a good old Russian legsweep.