Ryan Knight vs Keira Robinson - Colourful Spirits

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Match Rules: Standard

Here Ryan was, getting set for another match in LAW. He was truthfully still not sure how he felt about his time here in this division, in all honesty if it wasn't for his girlfriend he'd have likely departed from this place many a moon ago. Yet it was always just as it seemed like he was considering packing up and heading off did he get a match booked for himself, perhaps it was fate? Perhaps it was LAW toying with him, perhaps they actually took notice of how he was actually doing well in his matches having bested the renowned Cobra Bolt and Bulma Busujima. Either way a match was a match and Ryan accepted.

Currently The Paragon was performing pushups in his locker room, calmly counting as he went. Dressed in his ring attire of black leggings with union jack patterned laced up wrestling boots Ryan let nothing go to waste there, the stage hand knocked on his door and poked in to see him. Ryan simply glanced up and nodded there before standing up and draping his blue ring cloak with faux white fur around the neck and made his way to the entrance ramp.

Before long Ryan's entrance theme, known as Confrontation would blare out the speakers and out came the one eyed wrestler. To a chorus of boos and jeers from those in attendance as he expected, the people of LAW just seemed to dislike him despite his constant efforts to keep on the right path. Still upon closer hearing the boos were lesser than before, perhaps they were learning that they had to tolerate his presence like it or not. Regardless Ryan stoically walked to the ring and climbed over the top rope there and raised a fist in the air before residing in his corner calmly waiting for his opponent tonight!

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Wearing her

- a simple skirt and bra - Keira bounced on her heels in anticipation while she wanted for her turn to make her appearance. This would be her first standard match in a long while. Not that she had any problems with that - she was here to have fun, after all, and what was more fun than a little steamy action? Still, a nice standard match was welcome to break things up now and again.

Her opponent for tonight was intriguing. Her eyes, naturally, were drawn to his body as he made his way out to the ring, framed by a fur cloak. He'd have some good power behind his moves. She'd have to watch out for that. But once she found the ability to look the rest of him over, she was next drawn to the eyepatch. That would be a serious handicap if it were just an accessory, but he didn't seem to care to remove it. But if he was really missing an eye... well, there was probably a story behind it.

Another thing that caught her notice was less visible - The crowd rained down plenty of boos as he moved towards his corner. Keira wasn't familiar with many on the roster - there were way too many to keep track of - but she figured he must have done something to earn their ire. She wouldn't necessarily doubt it, either; he definitely had that rough-around-the-edges exterior. But curiously, he didn't act like it. No showing off, no playing it up... just a simple raised fist in acknowledgement.

So Keira would test that when she got to the ring. Her

played, and she made her way calmly down, virtually mirroring her opponent's entrance. Nothing flashy, just a peaceful, steady march. The only differences were the cheers from the crowd, and her grin. Upon reaching the ring, she walked right to the center and paused, where she locked her eyes on Ryan and stuck out her hand.

Keira wanted to see how Ryan would react. She would have done this anyway; it was her standard opening move. A handshake told her a lot about her opponents. They could accept. They could hesitate. They could reject outright. They could accept and use it for a sneak attack. No matter what happened, she'd get a feel for their character right off the bat, and any information was good information. And it was the sporting thing to do.

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Ryan was keeping a wary eye, well one eye only after all as he scanned the entrance ramp for his opponent. All the while he performed a ritual of sorts that he would do just before a match started, it was three deep breaths and then he'd close his eye.......Once done the entire arena was removed in his mind, it was just him, the opponent and the ring. Nothing else mattered and nothing else was thought about. The boos and jeers were tuned out and he draped his faux fur cloak over the iron pipe of the corner as his opponent came down to the ring.

A bit on the shorter side, then again Ryan wasn't expecting taller either. She seemed to know what she was doing though and looked colourful with her hair and attire very much like an outgoing sort. She walked in and offered a handshake to the Paragon, many in the crowd were jeering and saying not to do so. Yet Ryan calmly just went towards her and accepted it with modest firmness.

"Greetings, you face Ryan Knight of Britain. Here's to a good bout." Ryan said with a formal tone and a nod, before making his way to his corner and letting the ref pat him down all the while he kept a focused expression as he got ready for this match to begin.

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By the time Keira had made it down to the ring, Ryan had removed his fur coat. That told Keira that, despite whatever his outward appearances may imply, he was eager to get started. Curiously, the eyepatch remained. Not a fashion accessory, then. Would it be rude to ask about?

She stood in the center of the ring with a smile, hand outstretched. As she did so, she noticed a shift in the crowd; the cheers that had erupted when she walked out had died down a bit, to be replaced with warnings and shouts of disbelief. Whatever their reason, they really did not want her to be doing this. Her smile faltered, but she wouldn't let it drop entirely. To his credit, Ryan didn't appear bothered by the peanut gallery. Keira internally braced herself as he approached - the crowd had their warnings, and she still took them to heart, doing her best to be prepared for a dirty attack - however, she would make her own judgments.

It never came. His handshake was firm, but not threatening nor intimidating. He offered the first words, and they came rather formally, especially announcing his home country. Keira wondered if that was a personal quirk or if this was some ring persona he was putting on. Or maybe he was bothered by the jeering?

"Keira Robinson, of Earth," she replied with a laugh, hoping a bit of lighthearted teasing might lighten the mood - not just in the ring, but in the audience as well. Nothing so far hinted at whatever they'd been so riled up about. "Let's make it a fun one. Give them something to cheer for." She nodded her head towards the seats, unaware that Ryan had all but tuned them out by now.

Like him, she retreated to her corner for her pre-match inspection, but her mind was elsewhere, too intrigued by her opponent to worry about the ref. There was nothing about him yet that validated such a response... perhaps he was more vicious once the battle actually got started?

As soon as they got their cue to begin Keira started forwards again, this time with a more routine spring in her step. She had to keep light on her feet, ready to dodge at a moment's notice, but it was more than that - she was full of both energy and curiosity, eager to see just what about this man the audience did not like.

They hated the handshake. How would they respond to a proper test of strength contest?

It was a proposition that Keira was unlikely to win if it dragged on long enough, so she'd have to be ready to break away. But it would get an interesting reaction. Plus it might give her some more time to chat him up. So she stopped in the ring's center for a second time, and raised her hands over her head, her grin just a little bit more cocky. This was going to be a fun one.

"Why don't you show me what you're capable of?"

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Well the match was underway now, the time had come and the bell had rung. Ryan was going to be giving his all in this bout, as he did so in each and everyone regardless of the opponent. The Paragon however found his opponent here to be a tad vexing in her approach, usually Ryan's foes either insulted him or simply returned his professionalism in kind. Ryan actually raised an eyebrow at her reply to him and smirked with a chuckle, that was unexpected yet not unwelcome. "Cute, Britain is on Earth last I checked." he said before continuing with "The crowd? I only focus on fighting within the rules, they are the least of my concerns."

The Paragon made to move out the corner there, in contrast to his opponent who bounced about Ryan kept his guard up there as he slowly strode forward. His one eye practically seeking to gaze right into Keira's very soul if she wasn't careful! He paused though as she seemed to be going for a lockup attempt against him? The crowd well yelling things like "Don't do it!" or "You won't stand a chance!" however again Ryan didn't even register them as he nodded towards Keira.

"I commend your bravery in starting like this. However this body isn't for show" Ryan remarked. He'd take her up on the offer and his biceps would then flex and flare in the lights of the arena, he wasn't called Paragon for nothing after all and he would seek to force Keira back as hard as he possibly could and show her that his abs and muscles certainly weren't painted on!

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If nothing else, Keira had definitely managed to catch his attention. It was a good start. The urge to reply with a snarky jab at Britain was strong, but his comments about the crowd put a bit of a damper on that. So... he didn't care much about pandering to the crowd, huh? She wondered if that was because of their reactions towards him, or the other way around.

Well, she'd find out soon enough.

They certainly did not think locking up with him was a smart idea for the smaller woman. Keira felt it immediately, his pressure forcing her to take a step back to adjust her balance. But she held her ground there, even as she felt him building on his advantage with each passing second. There wasn't going to be as much conversation as she'd thought, though; the effort of resisting him took far too much of her concentration.

But she knew going into it that this likely wasn't a contest she would win. No, she'd gotten what she wanted out of it and more; he'd not only accepted, but complimented her on it rather than insulting or mocking her. Atypical heel behavior, that. No, there was something else going on here. She grinned through the effort of holding him back.

With that done, however, it was time to break away. Unfortunately, she was at too much of a disadvantage to pull off her original plan; she didn't have enough leeway to spare a leg and trip him over, not if she wanted to keep him at bay in the process. If she let up for even a second, he'd have her. So, then, what if she used his momentum against him?

It was risky; she could just end up flattening herself, and then she'd be in a real pickle. But maybe with some luck, the element of surprise might work to her advantage.

She kicked her legs out, allowing herself to fall on her ass on the mat, and roll onto her back, hopefully pulling Ryan forwards. As she rolled, she'd plant her feet on his stomach and try to guide him straight over her, flipping him entirely. Ryan was without a doubt at least one weight class above her, but she didn't need to hold him in the air for more than a few seconds.

Assuming she managed to flip him over her, Keira would spring back to her feet and charge, with the intent on dropping her leg onto his face.

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Ryan's moniker wasn't just for show or for being fancy, Paragon was emblematic of Ryan's honourable conduct in the ring for certain however it also attested to his mighty frame. Trying to outpower Ryan was a thing that only a select few who stepped in the ring with him could do properly, let alone have a reasonable chance to succeed in doing so.

Still he gave respect where it was due in that attempting to do this against him still, Keira had been getting off on the right foot with the Paragon there. Such an opponent had been rare and it might have clouded Ryan's approach state as he found himself getting sloppy as Keira would manage to monkey flip him there. The Paragon would let out a grunt there as he was flipped over, however just because he'd been caught off guard that didn't mean he'd let it happen twice in a row. The match had just begun and he was fresh as could be.

He didn't even seem to have an ounce of fear as Keira came down trying to leg drop on his face. Ryan just.....rolled to one side. To the left. With Ryan then springing into a runner start stance there, giving a yell he'd lunge forward to Keira's lowered form in the hopes of trying to slam his muscled bicep into her neck with a clothesline!

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Not once did Keira look at those muscles and think they were just for show. Locking up had always been a risky move. Even more so once Keira had already done it, and realized she'd misjudged her ability to hold him off and get away. So, she had to think on her feet. What she'd come up with was also risky, but she simply had no time to consider anything else. It was that, or let him snare her. And frankly, if the latter happened, she may as well have just asked to lose.

And that risk paid off! She grinned as Ryan went flying right over her, and she was home free, out of his grip no worse for wear. And with an opportunity for more, to boot! She needed to press that advantage if she wanted to keep up that fast start! It wasn't likely there were many who expected it, so there was no better time to get the ball rolling.

But where Ryan had not expected Keira's flip, she too did not expect his easy transition into a roll! Her expression shifted from a determined grin to shock to oh, shit in the span of seconds, but she was already in mid-air. She landed ass-first on the mat, her leg coming down on nothing but the canvas. Keira winced as a tingling sensation spread throughout that whole leg, but she couldn't afford to remain there. Ryan had smoothly transitioned from his roll into a sprint, and was coming back at her! She had no feeling in that leg for the moment, but it wasn't needed for her to shift into a kneeling position-

And that was as far as she made it before his bicep nearly took her head off! Off her knees she went, crashing this time hard on her back with a choking cough! Her hands flew to her throat with a groan, her face scrunched in pain, and her voice was strained when she spoke.

"Uuuuugh, ow... okay, so, that just happened..."

Keira would continue coughing a bit as she attempted to sit up, but if Ryan acted quickly, she was not in a great position to protect herself.

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Ryan was no stranger to having to assert his authority in the ring, he would take his opponents down to size and make sure they didn't get any bright ideas against resisting the will of the Paragon. Keira might have gotten off to a good going in the match's opening and showed creativity, however Ryan showed what he can do with a simple application of brute force. The Paragon had a stoic visage there as Keira lamented that it happened. It was going to be happening a lot more if Ryan had his way here in the ring.

Flexing his attacking bicep there Ryan would waste no time in trying to press his assault against his peppy opponent, with the Paragon seeking to move to her legs and grab hold of them with one in each arm. Giving a loud grunt of effort he'd try and flip Keira onto her back there and mount his waist over hers, so that he could then attempt to try and bend her back and legs like a piece of taffy with a double legged boston crab.

"Prepare yourself." Ryan said calmly, keen to ensure that his professional demeanour would be on clear display to indicate he was giving no quarter in this bout.

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A dull throb had formed in Keira's head from the heavy impact, but it was nothing she hadn't dealt with before. Still, she had to hand it to Ryan; dude had some serious power in those arms! At least now there was no more need to intentionally take that kind of risk again. She could focus her efforts on avoiding those kinds of blows, instead.

Keira had taken a moment too long to get herself disoriented, however; Ryan snatched her legs and dragged her enough to flop her onto her back, and then started to flip her over! Keira grunted and tried to hold on, pushing back to keep herself face-up, but with his own sharp heft, Ryan managed to overpower her and Keira ended up with her face towards the mat.

"Oh, I'm prepared," Keira responded through a hint of discomfort, with her words growing more strained by the second as Ryan bent her into position. "But wouldn't it be so much cooler if you could - ugh - y'know, let me go and not do this?"

By the end of her sentence, Keira's face was contorted in pain as it and her chest were squished into the mat, while her body arched and her legs folded backwards, tucked nearly under Ryan's arms. Her hands alternated between trying to lift herself up to relieve pressure and reaching for the ropes, which were quite a distance away.

Meanwhile, more boos started to drift down in their direction. In a way, it made Keira upset; on one hand, it was nice to have people on her side, but on another, he'd gotten her into this position perfectly fairly - though she wasn't happy about that, either. But what could she do about that right now?

"Aaarrrgghhhh! Uuuugh... you like 'em flexible, do ya? You sure know how to bend a girl, I'll give you that..."

With Ryan on top of her, Keira could only see two ways out of this - and one of them wasn't an option, not this early. With another grunt, she'd start crawling towards the ropes, trying to drag her body along the mat with her arms.