Successfully countering Lovestar's move into a piledriver, Ryan looked at his opponent and saw that this was a golden opportunity to bring an end to this match. Approaching the downed luchadora, Ryan grabbed her head and pulled her up, putting her into a front facelock, preparing himself to execute his match-ending move.
Then, Ryan would hoist Lovestar up in a vertical position, holding her aloft before swinging her down as hard as he could in a jackhammer, also known as the Sword of Damocles. It was the signature move of his mother, Dana Ashford, and now, Ryan made use of it to bring an end to this match as he executed it on Lovestar. Sword of Damocles
Lovestar, still reeling from the devastating piledriver moments ago, could only lay there, stunned, as Ryan prepared to deliver his mother's signature move. The Sword of Damocles! As he hoisted Lovestar into the air, the anticipation in the arena reached its peak.
With a thunderous CRASH!!!!,
Ryan drove Lovestar down into the canvas, the impact echoing throughout the stadium. The force of the move left Lovestar completely incapacitated, her body limp and unresponsive.
"Ugggggnnnnn...."
The crowd gasped in awe at the sheer power on display, as Ryan's finishing maneuver connected flawlessly!
The impactful slam from the Sword of Damocles seemed to have left Lovestar incapacitated, and Ryan grunted as he looked at the luchadora after executing the move on her. Maneuvering himself on top of Lovestar, Ryan hooked one of her legs as he would go for the pin. The crowd seemed to be in awe by the powerful move that Ryan had just executed, and regardless of what they felt about him, the arena was filled with cheers and hollers.
With Ryan going for the pin, the referee would come over and start counting for the pin. He listened to the counts as he kept his position on top of Lovestar, keeping one of her legs hooked.
As the referee's hand slapped the mat for the second count, the arena held its breath, the tension palpable in the air. Lovestar lay beneath Ryan, her body still and unmoving.
"THREE!"
The sound of the final count reverberated through the arena, signaling Ryan's victory. The crowd erupted into cheers, applauding the impressive display of athleticism and skill they had just witnessed. With his hand even raised in triumph by the referee!
Meanwhile, as the celebrations ensued, Lovestar began to stir, her consciousness slowly returning.
"Ugggnnn..."
With a groan, she struggled to rise, the effects of Ryan's punishing moves still evident in her movements. Despite the defeat, she garnered the respect of the audience.
As medical personnel rushed to her side, assisting her out of the ring, Lovestar cast a gaze towards Ryan. With a respectful expression, Lovestar extended her hand towards Ryan. Despite the intensity of their battle, there was a mutual admiration between them.
"Your wife would be so proud of you,"
Lovestar murmured softly, with a playful smile as she waits to see if Ryan would shake her hand.
With the third count, the match was over. Ryan released Lovestar's leg as he got back up to his feet, having his arm raised by the referee. The crowd cheered for him, and he allowed himself a moment of joy as he smiled slightly.
It didn't feel too bad, to be cheered like this. He could get used to it.
As he basked in the cheers of the crowd, it seemed that Lovestar had regained her consciousness and was helped to get up. He listened to her words before he looked at the offered hand. It looked like the luchadora was offering him a handshake.
"I suppose she would."
Ryan accepted the handshake, displaying his respect to his opponent. He would remain in the ring for a moment as Lovestar left the ring before he also made his exit.
"This is the best damn job in the world, isn't it? And you've got a beautiful wife waiting for you out there. Appreciate what you've got."
That was the last piece of dialog, Lovestar would say as she patted Ryan's shoulder as she heads out the arena with the medical staff and making her grand exit.
