Ryo Kamiya vs. Testament - Judgment Day

Ryo hit with surprising force for someone his size - or, maybe, Testament just threw him harder than she’d originally surmised. Whatever the case, it wasn’t a problem. In fact, it actually made things convenient for her, considering what she had planned next.

While he laid there, trying to catch his breath, she came up from behind and reached down, grabbing him by the wrist. She lead his hand over to the side and force his fingers into the space between the ring and the steps, pressing it there to keep him trapped.

It wouldn’t last long. He’d be able to slip his fingers out if she gave him the chance. Which she wouldn’t.

She took a step back, then lifted her foot up and pressed it on the steel steps, crushing his fingers between them and the ring, using her weight to keep him pinned. After that, all she had to do was watch the show.

Ryo's groans and wheezes were loud and audible, having smashed quite hard into the steps, several in the crowd wincing and sympathizing with the boy, though some of the anti-hentai crowd were happy to see the badass Testament put him through the pain.

More pain was coming, as Ryo found his fingers trapped between the steel ring post and the steps, before Testament began pushing on the steps, crushing and squeezing his fingers between the two hard spots! "AGHHH FUCK! FUCK!" he cried out, his nearly nude body writhing as he tried to pull his fingers out from the space, barely managing to free them, writhing on the mat while holding his crushed fingers!

The crowd recoiled, the referee recoiled, the announcers recoiled, but Testament simply looked on and watch as Ryo writhed from the pain, in agony over his battered fingers. It hurt quite a lot, she had to imagine, and in another life she might’ve felt some pity over his pain. But tonight? No. Tonight was about setting examples, and she wasn’t quite done with her.

”Come here.”

She was on him as soon as he’d free his hands, moving in before he could even think about properly reacting. Reaching out, she grabbed his chin and lifted his head up, forcing him to expose his chest. With her target  clear, she leaned in and whipped her arm out, slicing his front with a heavy, punishing knife edge chop.

This bitch was just mean

Ryo had been starting to roll and curse, when the Last Wrestle Angel was pulled up to his feet, still dealing with the shock and pain of having his fingers crushed, when he was hit with a hard chop to his bare chest, making him yelp in a high pitched voice, dropping onto the floor, holding his smashed fingers and checking if they were broken or not.

During all this though, the referee raised her hands, continuing the count out countdown she had started already. "THREE!" she yelled, holding three fingers up, a warning to both fighters that they needed to re-enter the ring!

The referee’s count actually startled Testament for a moment, making her look up in surprise. To be honest, she’d nearly forgotten about that little detail of the rules, the requirement that she could only spend so much time out here before the double countout end this bout in a no-contest. Unacceptable for her, really. She wanted this match to last for as long as she desired. Ryo was not getting out of this beating so easily.

That being said, she had an easy way to solve the problem. Novel, even.

Reaching down, she grabbed Ryo’s head and grabbed Ryo’s hair, yanking him to his feet whether he wanted to come up or not. With a hard twist and a turn, she put him on the apron and rolled him into the ring under the bottom rope, just enoughf or him to break the count.

But she never let go of his hair. And once it was clear that the count had been reset, Testament grabbed his arm and yanked him back out to the floor, dumping him hard on the mats.

Ryo offered little resistance as the speedo clad boy was rolled back in, then out, of the ring, breaking and re-starting the ring out count. His world right now was nothing but pain. Chest stinging from the chop, the fingers in one hand going numb after being crushed by the steps, and just several aches and pains from the move inflicted on him so far, by what was absolutely his most brutal opponent he'd faced yet.

But the momentary relief of being rolled in and out of the ring did buy him a moment to somewhat regain his senses, and, out of either defiance, bravado, or sheer stupidity, he landed on his feet, and swung his good arm, trying to give Testament a chop to the tits of his own!

It would be no understatement to say that Testament had low expectations of Ryo. She expected him to wither, she expected him to falter, she expected him to be a beaten down, broken shell of a man that she could ragdoll around the ring with ease.

The last thing she expected was resistance.

The last thing she wanted was resistance.

But that was exactly what she got, as he came out of the ring, landed on his feet, and lashed out with a blow that came from the depths of his pitiable well of stamina. A chop, one that hit her right across the middle of her generous chest. It hurt every bit as much as the wincing crowd thought it did, a blazing attack that lit her chest on fire and made her cry out, more volume than she’d produced during any other part of the match.

The crowd grew silent as Testament stood there, her face contorted in a mask of pain, one that shriveled and transformed into pure rage in rapid time. Without a moment of hesitation, she reeled back and let loose her return fire, hitting Ryo in the chest with her version of the same move. Meaner. Heavier. Harder. Crueler.

For a moment after the chop hit, there was silence. The crowd, with baited breath, watched on. Testament, eyes glaring, nostrils flaring, just looked down at the mostly nude fighter with hate in her eyes, as Ryo realized exactly what he had just done.

"...I've made a terrible mistake."

Ryo stated, before the giant womans hand smacked into the center of his chest, getting a wince from the crowd, and a pained cry from him, the boy dropping flat onto the ground in a fetal like position at her feet, clutching at his chest!

Yes. Yes, he had.

Testament demonstrated the reason why quite succinctly, with a chop so sharp that it could be heard out of the building. The blow knocked him flat and left him breathless, but it was hardly the end for him - she was far from satisfied with the state of his chest.

Reaching down, she grabbed Ryo by the arm and lifted him up, getting him standing long enough to hurl him into the nearest corner. She moved in before he could fall away, keeping him pressed against the corner while she draped his arms over the ropes, making sure he would stay upright whether he wanted to or not.

With him in position, she wasted no time - Testament threw chop after chop after chop into Ryo’s chest, battering it over and over, gritting her teeth in rage with each vicious blow, lashing him with vicious cruelty and brutal precision.

Well...shit...

As if the first chop wasn't bad enough, the young man was pulled up onto his bare feet with absolute ease, as if he was nothing more than a sexy towel being scooped off the floor. With him breathing hard and dealing with the painful, almost burning feeling in his stinging chest, he offered no counter to her attempts to get him in the corner, being thrown in and trapped within seconds, looking up at Testament with wide-eyed fright.

"N-no, please do-AGH!" his plea was ignored, as Testament began sending viscous chops his way, her large, powerful hand striking him repeatedly, over and over, non-stop, giving and offering no quarter as she had the entire match, each hard blow making him cry out over and over again. Most of the crowd booed, some of them wooed, but many, those who enjoyed a good femdom or just hated Ryo, began counting along with the chops, their cries getting louder and louder even as the chops hit double digits, bruising and blackening his chest with each hard strike that rocked his body against the corner!