New Genesis: Kairi Kamiya vs Elliot Gemina

Kairi kept a firm hold of Elliot's leg, trying to use it as leverage to keep his back to the mat. She squirmed in the seated position as the count started, scooting herself closer to cradle his head in between her legs. For as much confidence as she exuded, she couldn't help but feel nervous that somehow, someway the young blond might kick out and make her attempt at wrapping a bow on things look impotent. So she thought hard, envisioning the count in her mind, trying to will it into existence.

“Two!” She closed her eyes.

“Three!” The bell rang.

She opened her eyes and took in a deep breath, only now realizing she hadn't been drawing in air since she landed the move. She let Elliot's leg go, allowing gravity to let it flop back to the mat as she leaned back to lounge on the back of her elbows and soak the moment in. While it was no means a monumental opponent she had managed to defeat, a win was a win, especially when she hadn't had to resort to any openly questionable tactics.

The referee counted once...twice...a third time, and mercifully, it was over, Elliots leg released and flopping to the mat as the yong blonde teen laid on the mat, his small body aching. He panted rapidly, his head between her legs, head at an angle, his warm breath blowing against Kairi's inner thighs and a little against her crotch.

He had lost. Badly. His ass completely and utterly kicked by the beautiful girl sitting above him, he didn't stand a chance against her.

"...Owww...you're....you're really strong..." He panted out, his head throbbing in pain from being driven down with her finishing move. "I...didn't stand a chance..."

Kairi leaned her weight back, using her arms to keep herself propped up as she let out a soft sigh of exhersion. She had a smile on her face as she soaked in the moment, relishing the victory regardless of how meager it may have been on the grand scale of things. It was a win on her record, eventually the who it was against would fade away.

Her ears perked at the groaning boy just beneath her, prompting a glance down at him. She flashed a small smirk and brought a hand around to lightly pat him on the cheek. “Yeah. You still have a lot to learn and I am pretty much at the top of my game. Hopefully you picked up some stuff.” With an awkward shimmy on her backside she scooted herself away from Elliot and pushed herself up to stand. A small arch of her back, enough to let it audibly pop before she turned her attention back to him in the form of an outstretched hand.

She'd be a good sport, more gracious in victory than she ever was in defeat, and help the blond boy up if he took hold of her offer. “Just keep at it and it will click eventually.”

Elliot watched wide eyed as Kairi gently patted his cheek, the positive affirmation making him feel hot in his cheeks as they heated up and turned a faint shade of pink.

She had a point. Everyone knew the Kamiyas, the were one of the legacies of Tension, each one having a name and repuration to them, and he was in his second match after basically begging the company to take them on as wrestlers. Painful as it might of been, he couldn't have really expected to do any better.

The offer of her hand made him smile, appreciative of the gesture, and he took it, getting pulled up to his feet and rubbing the back of his head akwardly and nodding in confirmation. "R-right. Thank you. I'll keep at it. My sister and I, I have a sister, she's suppsoed to be my uh...tag partner. She didn't want to come out tonight, anyway, we will try to get better for sure. Um...thanks for the match?"

Elliot stood there, not quite sure exactly what he was supposed to do next. When he lost his first match, he was KOed and got stretchered out and woke up in the infirmary.

Was he...just supposed to walk out of the ring?

Oh god, he hadn't said anything for seeral seconds now and she was just LOOKING at him! Was she wondering why she was standing there!? He...he needed to leave the ring right?


That...that made sense, right?

...Right.

Wincing at his still throbbig head, Elliot turned to head towards the ropes, leaving Kairi to celebrate her win in front of the crowd

"Oh uh, miss Kairi? Would you want to...do that again sometime? Maybe in a...I dunno, a "softer" match type?"

He asked innocently, as he ducked under the top ropes to step onto the apron, not elaborating, but feeling he didn't need to. Surrely there was some kind of greco-roman match rules allowed here, something without the fists and hign angle driver slams, right?

“Awesome. No problem.” Kairi had done her part to preserve the good will and show off she could be sporting when she wasn't being overly vindictive. But once Elliot had finished what he had to say, the rookie just sort have stood there looking at her. Her smile slowly faded and her brow lifted as is to inquire what else he could have wanted but he just kept staring at her in a way she couldnt think was good natured goofiness or stupid leering. With slight annoyance she gestures to the distant ramp to backstage as if she were a butler showing a guest to their room for the evening.

“Uh… maybe? We can work something out maybe.” Kairi furrowed her brow at the odd request, not exactly sure what he meant. Normally when someone wanted a soft match they were trading the ring for a bedroom, but Elliot didn't strike her as the try to be bold enough to suggest something like that, especially without being beet red and stammering like a junkie. She supposed keeping things open and cordial wasn't a bad thing, especially when it might lead her to another easier win. Still, she didn't want to get accustomed to cherry picking rookies to make her mark so it was something to consider.