Demon vs Ryu Yoshikazu

[Ryu Yoshikazu]

Ryu's Contract

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All the plebeians, the fans who pack the Solid Core Gymnasium remain in their seats, still on edge and utterly excited by the violence that has already transpired, and the action left to take place.

LM: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit."

The gymnasium lights suddenly dim, causing the venue to go deafly silent. A small spotlight in the rafters suddenly cuts on, prompting a crimson shadow to bleed across the arena. The crimson hues float over the steel of the stage and entryway, and are somewhat absorbed the white white canvas of the squared hell. A slow, ominous guitar riff follows, greeting the spectators, thus taking you into Atreyu's "Storm To Pass." The flummoxed audience turns its attention to the entryway, the unfamiliar tune raising their anticipation and eagerness to substantial heights. The curtains dividing ringside and the backstage area suddenly thrown back, as the superstar behind the music emerges. Lizzie Morna struts her way back into the middle of the squared circle, drawing the fans attention as she continues her introduction.

"Making his way to the ring, standing at six feet, one inch, and weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, from Soka, Saitama, Japan.... Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Ryu Yoshikazu!"

The debuting Asian scans over the audience, a white towel wrapped around his neck, while he stands draped in a leather jacket which casts a silhouette across his bare chest. He passes his hands along his red tights, a black dragon cascading down his left leg, while his initials, plastered in white, run down his right thigh. Ryu takes a deep breath, eyes continuing to survey the situation, his hair dangling freely in shades of brown black.

Razor wire
Gift wraps the things we've done
Afterthoughts
Of past storms weathered before

Yoshizaku makes his way down the ramp with a steady march. His squinted eyes remain in front of him as he reaches ringside, "Storm To Pass" continues to blare through the speakers. Ryu knees up onto the apron, quickly pulling on the top rope before using the elasticity of the ropes to propell himself off the apron and into the air. The Asian somersaults into the ring, immediately exploiting the momentum into a roll before springing to his feet, further exciting the crowd with his athletically flashy entrance.


Oh, no! Oh, no!
I watch the clouds roll in
Oh, no! Oh, no!
It's happening again

RW: "Another oriental star. He probably flew in tonight, all the way from China on a mythical dragon."
JP: "Don't be a racist Ray. And he's from Japan. Two different countries."
"They all look the same to me, I can never tell the difference. How about I just call them all Koreans. HE'S A KO-REE-YAN!!"
"And your are a moron. MORON!"

I'll be watching, waiting
Dreadful, shaking
Will the storm pass over us today?
Will lighting strike our sins away?
Watching
Waiting
Falling
Shaking
Will the storm pass over us today?
Or is the future looking grey?

Ryu ventures to the nearest corner, slowly ascending it before perching himself up on the top, slowly removing his vest in the process. He tosses it into over ropes to the floor, before taking his towel from around his neck and hanging it over the ropes. As he sits a top the top turnbuckle he turns his head to the entryway, beginning to contemplate strategy as he awaits the arrival of his opponent. With his tune coming to an abrupt end, he strokes his fingers on his goatee before cracking his knuckles, demonstrating his pre-match tendencies as well as overcoming his jitters, nerves very much expected in one's first match.

TBCB Demon

[Demon]

Ryu paces back and forth, awaiting the entrance of his opponent tonight. The fans stare down at the squared-circle, all anticipating the possibly great match that they may witness tonight. For one, it is the return of one of the most violent men in the history of the company. The man who once used a blowtorch on Rhaps, the man who has probably seen more barbed-wire than any other in the entire company. Tonight, Demon is returning to the ring, and while he may be hated, the fans sure do love to hate him.

After a few moments, the lights dim and a gong echoes throughout the arena. As the noise fades away, the quick guitar chords of Avenged Sevenfold's Natural Born Killer begins to assault the ears of the many in attendance. Demon pushes aside the curtain before him and begins his slow march toward the ring. His masked visage can be seen staring ever so intensely at the man in the ring before him.

"And introducing his opponent. Standing six foot, seven inches tall and weighing in at three hundred and twelve pounds, he is the Monster of the Abyss, DEMON!"

Demon reaches the halfway point from the entrance curtain and the ring and halts, staring up at the man before him. The size difference between the two is almost staggering. Demon grins to himself from under his mask, enjoying the thought of being able to dissect a much smaller man than himself. With that happy thought, Demon continues his walk forward. He reaches the ring and slides under the ropes. As he stands up, he walks to the opposite corner of the ring, away from his opponent. The two men glare across the squared-circle, just as ready for the action to begin as the fans in their seats.

"I can't wait to see this one, Ray. This match should be a good one."

"I sure hope so. I can't wait to see what happens. Well, looks like we're about to start."

The sound of the bell rings through the ears of those in attendance. With that, all the tension drains away as the only thought in the two mens' heads is how to better destroy their opponent. As the ringing noise fades away, the men begin forward as the match begins..

TBCB Ryu

[Ryu Yoshikazu]

Ryu cautiously approaches the brutish man, with the two simply locking up in a collar and elbow tie. It didn't take long for Demon to exert his physicality, effortlessly tossing Yoshikazu back, sending him staggering into the corner. The Japanese warrior stood there, his hands holding either side of the ring ropes, his face stricken with trepidation as the intimidation factor of the returning colossus began to set in. The bruiser approaches with malicious intent, his fists held in a combat ready position while his adversary remained stationary, eyes darting from side to side in search of a means to escape. As Demon lunges forward, Yoshi exploits the opening presented, bypassing his gigantic opponent. The tables turn and Demon finds himself the one entrapped, as Ryu quickly begins unloading on him, opening up his offense with a series of vicious kicks to the leg. His educated feet instruct Demon in the lessons of pain, before hammering down on the ruffians chin with his fist. The monstrous man swallows three or four knuckle sandwiches before he loses his appetite, suddenly taking Ryu around the neck with both hands and squeezing, beginning to choke the Asian whilst constricting his throat and suppress his breathing. The maneuver arouses a frisson of terror in the smaller competitor, and the scrag soon turns into a chokelift as Demon hoists his opponent into the air. With absolute ease he hurls Ryu over the ropes, sending him tumbling to the outside in an unceremonious dismissal from the squared circle. The brute wipes his hands and smiles a smirk of sadism, having imposed his will in the early goings of the contest.

"He just threw him like a ragdoll. That's how America is supposed to tackle the immigration issue."
"This will be a total uphill battle for Yoshikazu. He'll have to find a way to negate Demon's size and strength, or risk being bulldozed."

Yoshikazu climbs to one knee, sporting a brief grimace as he takes a deep breath, remaining even keel, and maintaining his composure or equilibrium despite being overmatched. But this was what he wanted. The man in search of fierce competition had found what he was looking for, and it was be thrown right at him in the form of a three hundred and twelve pound behemoth who was contractually obligated to increase his suffering and discomfort. And Demon thoroughly enjoyed his responsibility, inviting Ryu to reenter the ring, just so he could throw him back out. And he obliged, kneeing up onto the apron and setting off a chain of events in the process. Demon approaches his foe, prompting Yoshi to take evasive measures, as he ducks through the middle and top rope and drives his shoulder blade into the beast of a man's gut, appearing to excavate his solar plexus with his scapula. Pulling back to his initial position, Ryu throws his fist over the rope, blasting his groggy adversary in the temple with the bludgeoning shot. The punch has Demon stumbling like a drunk, his head smitten with a numbing sensation, but more importantly, give Ryu a change to take control of the bout. The Japanese star clutches top rope with both hands while simultaneously crouching on the apron, looking to build up momentum and strength in the lower portion of his body. He finds success as he leaps into the air and lands across the ring cables. But his window of opportunity immediately closes, Demon being the man to shut it as he quickly lifts his boot and buries it in the face of his antagonist. The kick effectively clobbers Yoshikazu and sends him falling from the ropes to the apron, and consequently crashing back down to the floor.

"Ryu might have to wear a mask just like Demon after eating that Big Boot to the face. That will tarnish anyone's looks."
"That's the least of his worries. He probably won't be able to talk normally anymore, which will be an issue considering he's from Japan and likely speaks broken English."

The Monster of the Abyss exits the ring, commencing his pursuit of his foe as he begins plodding heavily toward the sprawling superstar. With a complete disregard for Ryu's physical well-being, Demon snatches him by his brownish, black hair before dragging him to his full verticality. His freehand is then lifted high into the air before suddenly plummeting through the electric atmosphere, quickly filling the vacancy sign hung the back of Yoshikazu's cervix. Ryu wrings his neck in pain after being clubbed by Demon's massive arm. The titan grapples the Cruiserweight by the head, titling his cranium back before forcing it forward, before bouncing his dome off the side of the apron. The bells begin to tole throughout the back of Ryu's mind as Demon tosses him back into the ring, sending the Asian rolling under the bottom rope. As Demon begins to enter himself, Yoshikazu slowly climbs back to his feet, shaking his head violently from side to side in an effort to recuperate from the debilitating attacks. Having achieved a full recovery, he charges at the nearby ropes, quickly bouncing off and building a head of steam as he dashes at his target. Demon's eyes brighten with confidence, almost as if Ryu had delivered his own head to the goliath on a silver platter. The leviathan from the abyss swings his arm mightily through the air, forcing Yoshi to duck. The Clothesline is averted as the debuting Crusierweight continues his dash to the ropes. After rebounding he dives forward, extending his feet and driving them into turning Heavyweight's nearest leg. The collision brings Demon down, reducing him to one knee as the Dropkick sends a galvanic force throughout his lower limb. Yoshikazu quickly climbs to his feet, immediately taking a kick-boxing stance before swinging his far leg through the air, blasting Demon in the mask with his shin. The arena ignites in response to the blistering shot, almost begging for Ryu to follow up with another. He indeed does, swinging his leg in a semi-circular fashion, this time cracking him on the side of his crown and behind the crest of his ear. The combination a kicks, the former being a shoot, and the latter a Roundhouse, has Demon seemingly on his last leg, appearing as if a strong wind could send him over. The onslaught was met with modest acclaim, and Ryu would acknowledge the plaudits of the patrons by applying the final strike in his assault. He staggers into the ropes, the flexibility of the ropes proceeds to toss him forward. The momentum is used in one last charge, as he steps up onto Demon's raised knee before swinging his free leg into the air, bending it upon impact. Jack had climbed the beanstalk and laid out the giant, the bulb in the monster's head being dimmed tremendously by the sickening knee strike to the cranium. A lateral press succeeds the Shining Wizard, as the ref slides down to the canvas to make the count.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Despite the assault on his skull still resonating throughout his caput, Demon powers out of the pin, throwing Yoshikazu off his body.

"Ryu used a different variety of kicks to cut Demon down like a tree, but it wasn't enough to get the victory."
"Just I expected, all he has is those quick feet. I'm sorry Jimmy, but Lu Kang will need more than that to beat Shao Kahn. "
"Really, a Mortal Kombat reference Ray?"
"I was playing it earlier, and I hit the Bicycle Kick and still got creamed, which means unless Ryu has super powers, which he doesn't, Demon is going to destroy him."

TBCB Demon