Ryan Knight vs Peach Cake - Belief

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Match Rules: Standard

In the back Ryan Knight was preparing for his match tonight, he had been seeing LAW as a new start for himself. A new land to conquer for himself and his fellows in the warriors without borders, in truth he had been glad to get a match so early on with his arrival. Yet his opponent for tonight was a bit peculiar in the one eye of the Rebelling Paragon, a princess called Peach Cake. She had met Ryan in the gym during one of the very, very rare times he actually stepped out into the daylight. What had followed was a discussion between the two and it led to a match here tonight, the lad had been bouncing all over the place mentally in regards to her. She seemed genuine, lived up to her name and displayed nothing but niceness towards the bitter lad. Yet on the other hand she was a tease, brushing her backside against him. To say Ryan didn't enjoy it would be wrong, but still he knew that he must defeat her tonight. To reaffirm his mindset.

Regardless Peach would have her work cut out tonight, once Ryan knew he had a match upcoming he began a new regiment. Waking up at midnight and practising till the afternoon whereupon he'd sleep and rinse and repeat. The lad would be alone here without his fellows being intrigued by Peach as he was. The lad would bounce about from side to side in his locker room, checking out himself in the mirror as he stared with his one eye. He hissed inwardly before grabbing hold of his cloak and striding out of the locker room and nearly blasting the door off his hinges as he strode outwards.

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Before long his entrance music would blast from the speakers and the Rebelling Paragon would stride out from the curtains, to a very loud chorus of boos. Ryan simply glared at the ring ahead of him, unconcerned with the thoughts of the peanut gallery. He had more important tasks to attend to, such as defeating this so called royalty. The lad would stride down the ramp, turning to glare at some of the fans as he climbed atop the steel steps and then mounted a turnbuckle and flung off his faux fur cloak before leaping into the ring and walking to the opposite corner. Whereupon he'd fling his pelt on the iron post there and stand with his arms folded and a stoic gaze fixed upon the ramp, it was time to see if Peach could live up to her words. Because that's what mattered in the end in the mind of the Rebelling Paragon at least........

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Peach Cake had recently met Ryan Knight at the backstage gymnasium of LAW. The dark man seemed to be suffering both physical and psychologically pain, which caught the monarch's attention. The two had a discussion, in which their ideals clashed together. And this upcoming match was the result.

The Booty Bullet was currently backstage, preparing for said match. She had made it her mission to redeem the fallen hero, even if she had to butt bump the darkness outta him! The impressively thicc lightweight was wearing a pink wrestling attire, with her weaponized curves being fairly emphasized.

She looked into the mirror with a determined expression. Though the royal had playfully warned Ryan not to estimate her, curtesy of a firm hip bump, tonight was about more than simply winning a match. Tonight was about winning over a disgruntled, tragic warrior back into the right path. Hopefully, Ms. Cake's compassion and wisdom, combined with a heap of tough love would do the trick.

In contrast to Ryan's epically intimating entrance theme, Peach's cute yet catchy music would play next. The monarch entered LAW arena, much to the joy of many of her fans and endearing subjects. Rather than relishing in her ever increasing popularity, Princess Cake was more concerned about the boos she had overheard towards Ryan, when he had made his entrance. It was time for the princess to turn that knight's boos into cheers for the future. Not by losing, but by redeeming him the fallen man.

Ms. Cake entered the ring, shooting Ryan a wink, before establish herself on her side of the ring. She put her hands on her hips, addressing the knight. "This match will be a clash of ideals for the both of us." Peach said. "But light always shines away darkness in the end. Revealing and purifying those who dwell in it." The monarch would then wait for the bell to ring, so that match could start.

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Ryan hardly ever felt nerves when he waited for his opponent in a match, he'd turn it outwards. Drive it into his muscles and expel it through his performance, he fit a bit of caution here. Likely first match nerves in a new wrestling place, it could also have been a bit of well......her. Ryan had thought himself long far gone, he'd given it all to the people and they chewed him up and spat him out so he claimed the mantle of darkness. And well.....he hadn't been wrong so to speak, he had gotten far more results now that he was unfettered. Granted he only reinforced the cycle, but twas better to rule hell he reasoned. Regardless the Rebelling Paragon kept this buried for now, he had more pressing matters to attend to as Peach made her way down to the ring.

Once again she was the opposite, beloved by the people. Peach was earning cheers across the board, Ryan simply kept his one eye focused on her as he leaned on the ropes. He didn't make any gesture besides calmly sizing up the princess, while at the gym she might have managed to fluster the dark knight with her sweet nature and.....figure. But here it was a proper ring, Ryan had been in the ring long enough to keep a cool head under pressure. But still damn that attire, Peach had as Ryan predicted put her magnificent hips on display and also had a nice cutout at the top to show her impressive bust also.

The lad calmly removed the upper body part of his armour to expose his muscled chest, prior to his fall from grace Ryan had been known as Paragon of Britain. And he certainly lived up to that name with his highly toned frame here, he kicked the body armour under the bottom turnbuckle all while keeping his one eye on the princess. She was certainly just as confident as she had been when she met Ryan in the gym if that cheeky wink was any indication, good. She was going to need that for this fight if she hoped to try and apparently redeem Ryan.

Peach spoke of how this match would be a clash of ideals, putting her hands on those womanly hips as she did so. Ryan simply scoffed to the side and folded his arms and said "Oh please, prove your preaching with actions. Not words." Ryan had little time for speeches of grand conviction. He often felt little need to explain himself half the time, Peach would need to prove herself here tonight if she wanted to earn Ryan's respect and from there well......he might be a bit more willing to listen......it wasn't long before the bell rang. And it was show time.

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Now Ryan might have been a power based wrestler, but he wasn't filled with muscles for brains here. Instead the Rebelling Paragon would take a more cautious approach, shuffling out from his corner with his arms calmly outstretched in a classic grappling posture. Surely Peach could tell from this that despite Ryan's demeanour that this was being executed by a fighter who knew their trade. She'd have her work cut out for her here in this match if she were to try and bring this fallen from grace knight back into the ways of right.......

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Princess Cake watched, as Ryan removed his body armor. Peach figured it would be coming off at some point, since wrestling in all that would've been a bit...much, even for the strongest of fighters. She now could see that Mr. Knight had quite an impressive chest. His overall muscularly toned figure told Peach that physically overcoming him would be a bit of a challenge. Luckily, the monarch still had plenty of speed and wit to support her, with the aerial skills to give her attacks more power.

Ms. Cake smirked, as Ryan dismissed her preaching, telling her to prove it with actions. "Oh yes. How silly of me." She responded. Peach remained quiet from there. She knew Ryan had a point. Actions speak louder than words. He'll have to listen to her preach, after Peach Cake someone had him restrained, preferably smothered under her bubble butt.

With the ringing of the bell, the match was on. Peach saw that Mr. Knight went for a cautious grappling stance, perhaps heeding her warning about not underestimating her. Thinking carefully, Peach doubted she could overwhelm Ryan with raw strength. Instead of engaging a grapple, Peach would race towards her adversary and maneuver downwards. She slipped right between his legs with impressive speed, before springing back up. For her first attack, Peach would attempt to nail the back of Ryan's head with a sharp, downward kick!

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This was it, the bell rung and it was go time. Peach was either going to prove her words and show Ryan the light, or she'd end up eating her own words alongside some cake that read defeat on it. Ryan wasn't gonna listen any longer unless the princess could prove she could get one up on him, even back when he was an upstanding face Ryan still had a penchant for believing in actions over words anyway.

Hence why he hardly ever did promos to begin with, but here. It was go time, Mr Knight was usually a conservative sort when he started things off in the ring. Try and size up the opponent and see if he could spot any flaws that were evident, strength was obviously on his side. But Peach was lithe save for her ample bust and that junk in her trunk, the Rebelling Paragon could tell from a glance that she'd not lock up with him. If he got hold of her though that'd be a different story all together for sure, but as it stood he wanted to see how it would go.

But oh boy did it go, Peach decided to take the first step in the fight by running straight at the Rebelling Paragon. Ryan's one eye narrowed and he tried to clutch Peach with his arms only for her to slip down low faster and she ended up going right between his legs! This was a rather unorthodox move even for Ryan, who'd been wrestling since the age of 18 so he'd been around the squared circle more than a good few he'd argue. His reflexes were quick however and he'd proceed to turn quickly to the side annnnnd just in time to be clipped by Peach's kick.

First shot went to the princess, she'd managed to ding Ryan on the left side of his head. Somewhat close there to Ryan's eyepatch, he let out a loud grunt and staggered sideways. Ryan was renowned for his endurance and was fresh as could be, it was the only thing that kept him from being an outright crumpled heap on the mat. Even then Ryan had staggered away from the princess and fell to his knees and hissed out a "D-Damn you......" he was stunned for the moment, but it'd become clear to Peach surely that she'd have a long road ahead of her if she wanted to try and redeem this dark knight.......

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Peach's first move was successful. It seemed that her quick movements caught Ryan by surprise, allowing her to nail that downwards kick. Along with impressive speed, Ryan had also been given a lesson, curtisey of Ms. Cake's tonned, strong legs. She had given Mr. Knight quite a kick, and most foes would have fallen flat on their backs. Ryan managed to avoid that, but he had still been sent to his knees. This was good enough for the monarch, who gracefully came down on her feet, hearing Ryan's little curse.

"That's not very NICE!" Peach teased, while racing straight at the stunned man, wasting little to no time at all. She turned her body last moment, attempting to nail Ryan's face with her buns of steel.

It seemed fully getting through to Ryan would take some time. But Princess Cake was more than willing to put in the effort. She had at least gotten him into this match after all. And she'd given Ryan a taste of her agility and aerial skills. And now came the main course, an attempted taste of the power in those perfect buns!

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Ryan was no stranger to fighting speedsters in the past, his adoptive Sister Lucy being one. But damn Peach was unorthodox and creative and managed to clonk the Rebelling Paragon on the head there, Ryan wasn't done. In fact far from it for sure, he didn't live up to his moniker for nothing after all. But still the lad was stunned for the time being, something Peach seemed to be fully aware of here if her chiding of Ryan's cursing was anything to go by. Like Ryan could care about that, he was fighting in a ring he could damn well do that if he so pleased. And he was about to turn his head and snap at Peach to tell her to shut it when suddenly his one eye became aware of what was heading his way.

And it was none other than Peach's heavenly hips flying right at him to say hello! Time seemed to slow down as Ryan took the hit full on there, damn that ass and those hips didn't lie at all! With the speed that Peach was running at it led to a hard and heavy impact here as his one eye widened in sheer shock from the impact, yet even with the swift and hard hitting impact of Peach's curvy backside Ryan swore he could feel softness there too, a thin cushion to comfort one from the powerful blow. It did little good in the long run however because Ryan was sent crashing down from the hit!

"Ghn!" Ryan grunted out as Peach's hip attack sent him for a loop, he could swear his vision had gone totally black there from the way her ass went at him. It had seemed those girls had taken a special interest in the lad if that hip bump at the gym was anything to go by and they hurt like a bullet to the head. This wasn't good, Ryan needed to get himself out of this and reassess the situation unlike some people who would have loved to have spent more time with Peach's hips. He'd blindly kick out at Peach to get the princess to back off before slowly raising himself back up with the ropes as leverage all the while he'd glower towards Peach, Ryan knew the start of the match had been thus far in Peach's favour. But in his mind, it was far, far from over.

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"Hatchaa!" Princess Cake exclaimed, as soon as she felt her plump booty absolutely nail Ryan's face. She wasn't called The Booty Bullet for nothing, that bum came fast and hit hard! One of Peach's pervious opponent's had described it like getting hit full force, by a giant, firm boxing glove! The posterior punch sent Mr. Knight for a loop, sending him crashing back all the way to the ropes. The crowd cheered at the impressive booty blow, but Peach wasn't done at all.

She landed gracefully on her feet, after performing the hip attack. Once again, the princess wasted little to no time, immediately pursuing the fallen knight! "My buns are not done with you!" Peach declared, as if her backside was some kind of lethal weapon, which wasn't far from the truth! "I don't plan on giving you any BREATHING room, dear." The relentless royal turned her ample bum towards Ryan's face, backing up to try and smother him silly against the ropes! Win or loss, it was a fate that had fallen all her pervious adversaries, and Peach wasn't planning on having the streak broken!

Alas, Ryan wouldn't be force fed a truck load of smothering peach cake just yet. He must have figured out the monarch had to problem attacking back to back, and his blind kicks turned out to be a defense, against that dangerous derriere. "OW!" Peach yelped, staggering forward from a boot to her behind! Mr. Knight finally got the thicc chick to give him some space, though Peach quickly regained balance. Her body still faced away from him, but she tilted her head to eye Ryan.

"Aww, I didn't know my pair of hot buns would scare you so bad." Peach teased, smacking her butt at him, deliberately egging The Knight on. Ms. Cake then turned so that the front of her body was now facing Ryan. "There, all gone." Peach continued to tease, while placing her hands on her wide hips, a sure sign her round rear was still there. "It's safe; you can come at me now." Peach usually didn't taunt this much, but she had a plan. She was trying to get Ryan to recklessly approach her. Regardless, Peach was confident in her speed, reflexes, and reaction time, thinking she could counter anything Ryan would decide to do.

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Ryan had faced more than his fair share of unorthodox opponents, he'd also been hit with hip attacks more than once in his career back in the indies. But damn, Peach had to have been the one that hit the hardest with them hips. They were soft a bit, but it did little to help cushion that blow there if anything it just made it all the more easier to land the hit. Granted she had flaunted those goods from the get go, but it became very much clear to the former Brit that Peach was going to try and favour that as best she could.

This was proven true by the way Peach tried to advance herself backwards and get her heavenly cheeks settled on his head and press her offence, Ryan's reaction wasn't as good as he'd have liked it but he was placed on his back foot by that unexpected attack. So it was more of a spur of the moment attack, but he got lucky with Ryan managing to more or less kick Peach in the ass there. Which had he not been in the match would have likely made the Rebelling Paragon chuckle there were the situation not as pressing.

Regardless it was clear that Peach's girls would need to wait later to try again if they wanted to get settled down on Ryan there, Peach decided to try and taunt Ryan here citing a sort of fear there. Ryan simply stared at her with his one eye calmly glaring at her, trash talking wasn't something that Ryan really fell for. Had it been during his indie days he'd have likely been enraged with those remarks but he was more weathered than that, he kept his eye locked on Peach's head rather than her curvy backside.

He calmly stood back up and assessed the situation, Ryan decided to play mind games too because why not have two trying to play that game. Ryan folded his arms and walked right up to Peach, he didn't feint any movements to attack or anything. In fact he seemed totally relaxed as he kept his one eye on Peach. Before he'd suddenly and swiftly moved his right arm and would seek to just backhand slap Peach across the cheek! It wasn't even a proper attack really, but Ryan decided to just go for it anyway......

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Finishing her taunting, Peach simply waited for Ryan to dart at her, while blinded by rage. Unfortunately, the dark knight was more composed then that, just glaring at the curvy monarch. A reckless attack from Ryan would've most likely led to a speedy counter from Peach, and the blonde man didn't take those chances. Instead, Peach saw Ryan calmly rise, folding his arms in a stern, but non-threating matter. The knight then casually strolled towards the princess.

Peach frowned. What was Ryan trying to pull? Ms. Cake didn't let her fully let her guard down, but she was confused by Ryan's behavior. As the knight got closer, Peach figured he'd try some kind of surprise attack. A bearhug? A spear? The royal tensed her body, preparing for something professional. What she wasn't prepared for, was a big ol' smack across her cheek! Peach gasped as she was backhanded, stepping back a fair bit in shock, hand pressed against her stinging cheek.

"......OW!" She pouted, after staring in shock, though she sounded more offended than in pain. "A boot to my behind, followed by a backhand? Oh the disrespect." Peach grumbled, blushing slightly from the embarrassment the second move especially caused. "No matter." Remembering Ryan's request to speak primarily through action, Peach backed up to prepare her next move. She raced forward doing cartwheels at an impressive speed, before springing up to try her signature dropkick! Princess Cake was attempting her special, The CakeWheel Kick!