Hero And King Clash! (Elliot Hayes Vs Kamo Ryusaki)

It all seemed to happen in slow motion - Elliot bravely swung the steel chair at the King, who evaded him in a calm and collected manner as the hero looked shocked. Just as Kamo had planned, the hero stumbled over and landed flat on his face, the chair slipping from his hands and onto the ground.

"Ow..." While he laid on the floor, his opponent seized his ankle and pulled him further into the locker room. The helpless hero tried to resist by clawing his hands against the ground, but Kamo's strength was too much. When he felt his foe let go, Elliot rolled onto his back as he laid recovering. What he didn't expect was the sight above him - Kamo on the bench, towering over the fallen hero, crouched like a lion poised to leap on his prey. Immediately, Elliot shot up his arms and frantically waved them. "N-No! Please, I-HRRK!!" The King had ignored his pleas and driven both knees right into the stomach of the hero.

His stomach felt like it caved in from the impact - the air exploded out of him as Ellliot began a fierce coughing fit, which only served to further hurt his agonised midsection. His body gave the occasional twitch as he let out a rough, broken moan between his hacking and wheezing. But it was his eyes that revealed the most. They were wide yet slack, the male merely staring up at the ceiling as if he was unable to register where he was or what he was doing.

All he knew right now was that he was in pain. Sheer, brutal pain.

There was nothing Kamo loved more than that look that Elliot gave him. Those eyes, glazed over, staring up at the ceiling without a single twitch of recognition. He'd be down for a bit, and that meant it was time for Kamo to go for the more…humiliating aspects of the match. He got off of the "hero", moving over to a nearby locker -- his own, in fact -- and reached into his pocket. From there, he pulled out a wad of cash. Why he had a wad of cash in his pocket was anyone's guess. But in this case, it worked out in his favor, because he held onto it with one hand and closed the locker before walking back over to the Red Sparrow.

"Come on, heeeeee-rooooo. Get your ass up! I've got an offer for you!" He reached down, grabbing for Elliot's costume with his free hand -- and accidentally tearing it right off, revealing whatever underwear he was wearing underneath. With a small laugh at that, he shook his head before just straddling the man's chest, bending over him. He pulled the wad of cash out, dangling it over him. "See this? This is more money than you have probably ever seen, and more than you'll probably ever get. I want you to beg to be my pet."

He paused for a moment, making sure the stack of bills was clear for the other man to see. "That's right. I want you to beg for me to keep going, and for me to take you as my pet. If you do that, I'll end this match sooner rather than later -- and all this money will be yours." With that, he brought the stack down and waved it in front of Elliot's nose -- before slapping him roughly with the money. "What do you say. zero? Just think about how many shitty made costumes you could make with this!~"

The confused hero was literally yanked out of his delirious state by his opponent, with enough force to actually rip the Red Sparrow's costume straight off! Feeling cold air hit his now bare flesh, Elliot turned bright red and covered his chest with his arms in a cross position, as he lay there in only his boxer briefs! "A-Ah! Don't look!" The hero pleaded as Kamo laughed at him.

As the King stood over him, Elliot felt the man's intimidating gaze on him which had a paralysing effect. He expected a stomp, or a punch, but not a handful of cash hovering over him. A very substantial amount of cash, no less. Kamo was right - it was more than he had ever seen in his life, let alone held in his very own hands. His tacky, cheap costume was proof that he didn't exactly live a life of luxury. More like a life of instant noodles.

"W-What? Be...your pet?" His foe's offer turned him even more red. The prospect of begging and surrendering himself as a pet for this villain's amusement? No way! And yet...that wad of money was enticing as Kamo held it inches from his nose. If he just did as the other man said, it could be his...and there might be less pain involved. The hero yelped as the King smacked him across the face tauntingly.

Would he do it? Would he give in here and now? The pain on his face sparked a defiant fire within him, resistance brimming through him. "Forget it!" He snapped at the King. "Heroes don't take bribes. Heroes don't become pets. And one other thing...heroes don't surrender!!" His anger fueling him, Elliot threw an arm up at the wad of cash Kamo held in his hands, aiming to strike the money and send it hurtling out of the King's grip and away! Probably not the best idea considering his opponent, but it made Elliot's stance on the matter clear to his foe.

"Don't look? Don't look at what? You barely have anything to look at!" Kamo taunted as Elliot turned beet red after his outfit was stripped off, showing off those black boxer briefs. "God, you're just so sad. What do I even do with you?" He shook his head at his opponent, leaning over and twisting the man's nipple roughly before he went ahead with hitting him with the wad of cash.

When the man reached up to hit it away and gave his little speech of resistance, Kamo shook his head with a soft sigh, watching the money scatter across the floor. "Shame, too. My pets get the best of treatment. Could have set you up with a nice room in my hotel to live in. Anything that you could ever want. But that just means I get to have more fun now." With that, he stood up, grabbing the other man by his boxer briefs in order to yank him up to his feet.

Just so he could slam the man's head straight into the locker. Not his own, of course; it left a bit of a dent, and he didn't want that on his. After that, he would push Elliot to land back-first on the benches, already starting to be in a backbreaker position; Kamo stood on the bench -- and stepped atop Elliot, putting one foot on the "hero's" chin to push him down. "See? This wouldn't have happened if you just took the money."

It seemed his foe was quite rich- not only did he mock Elliot with a wad of cash right in front of his face, but he mentioned owning a hotel. He shouldn't really be surprised - villains who were wealthy were notorious for thinking themselves above the common citizen and that their riches granted them the right to an arrogant and condescending personality. And Kamo fit that description perfectly!

When the King hauled him onto his feet, he slammed Elliot's head into a nearby locker without any hesitation. The resounding CLANG echoed throughout the room as a large dent was left in the metal. Meanwhile, Elliot was seeing stars, his head pounding from the impact. As such, Kamo could have pushed him with one measly finger and still accomplished his goal of forcing the hero onto the bench.

His head hanging over the side along with his limb arms and legs, he looked fairly pitiful at this point. But he still had fight within him! As Kamo placed his foot down dominantly upon Elliot's chin, the hero grinded his teeth together and glared up at the more muscular man as he seized Kamo's foot with both hands - trying to lift it off him in defiance while attempting to bear the pain in his jaw from the move.

Ugh. Honestly. There were so many things that was irking him about Elliot, and each time the dumb blonde opened his mouth, the sheer number of things just increased. With each passing second, Kamo wanted nothing more than to find a thing of duct tape and just shut the man up. At the very least, in the position Kamo had him in on the bench, he wasn't saying anything else. The silence was so incredibly nice. From his position on top of the bench and on top of Elliot, he was able to scope out his next target, so when the blonde began to lift his foot off, Kamo didn't seem to be perturbed at all.

He hopped down from the bench and grabbed Elliot once more, moving to pick him up and put him in a fireman's carry. Just to be safe, he moved backwards and slammed the man's head into the locker once more, squishing the Red Sparrow's head between his own back and the locker door, before moving away. He reached up and smacked his ass roughly as well, chuckling at the jiggle that occurred as he did.

"Such a shame. Maybe I will keep you anyway, as punishment for losing. We will have to give you a muzzle…" he remarked, before opening a door and tossing Elliot into the room. A sauna. They were in a sauna. He smirked at the boy, reaching over to start turning up the heat a bit. "Always wanted to try this~. Maybe the heat will help you keep your mouth shut up." With that, he beckoned for Elliot to come for him, sweat beginning to bead on his shirtless form.

Elliot took a grateful, much needed gulp of air when Kamo removed his foot from the smaller male's throat. He was far from safe however, as the King chose to hoist the hero up and over him in another fireman's carry, which caused Elliot to turn a faint shade of red. "H-Hey! Leggo-" His protests were immediately silenced as the villain crashed his head against the locker again, the disoriented hero groaning. But he was conscious enough to feel the sharp slap against his rear, and his face turned redder as a result, especially at the jeering laugh his opponent gave out.

His arms swayed limply as Kamo marched towards another room, ridiculing Elliot and teasing him about his inevitable fate. When the King barged the door open and tossed Elliot in, the hero felt an intense heat hit his skin, as he crashed onto the floor of the sauna and grunted. He glanced up, already feeling droplets form and fall along his body, as he witnessed his foe adjust the heat in the room.

Each breath the hero took seemed to take more effort than normal, but he couldn't help but rise to Kamo's gesture. If the evildoer wanted him to throw his best shot, that was what Elliot would do! "Heh." He couldn't help but crack a grin at the King. "If anything, that only makes my inner flame of justice burn brighter!" He swung his arm forward, pointing dynamically at the fiend before him. "Yatte YARUZE!!"

Springing forward through the steam, the Red Sparrow would boldly attempt to throw his arms around Kamo's waist. If he managed this, the hero would press his feet firmly down and try to lift the King with all of his strength in a belly to belly suplex! Sure, his opponent had far more muscle than him, and weighed more as a result, but Elliot's sheer determination would be enough to send the arrogant royal sailing over him to the ground!

...Right?