ACE ADVENTURES: vs Ryota Hama (Part 1)

Ace Perry vs Ryota Hama (Part 1/2)

It had been 3 months since Ace graduated High School. He had been the top wrestler in the whole of his school, and he knew it. He wanted to now go up a gear, and try out in the professional circuit. Having been in contact with Mid West Wrestling Company, they had invited him to their ring, and to have a trial match. 

The day had come, and he arrived at the building that housed the Mid West Wrestling Company. He took a breath, and pushed open the doors and entered reception. A lady at the front desk greeted him, "Hi there, can I help you?"
Ace looked around. "uh yeah, I'm Ace, this is my first time here. I'm here to see Simon".
"Oh of course Ace, lovely to meet you. Just take a seat, and I'll go and get Simon for you" the Clark replied.
Ace took a seat in the waiting area. 

He waited for a short while, when an enormous guy wobbled through the doors. He thundered across reception and through another set of doors out of site. He must have been 500 pounds, though hard to tell as he was fully clothed. 

Another 5 minutes passed, and a tall man, with glasses walked into reception.
He reached out a hand, "Ace!!"
Ace stood up fast, and took the guys hand and shook it.
"You're here for a trial, right?"
"Y-yes sir".
"Follow me, kid". 

Ace followed Simon, through the doors and down a long hallway. They entered an office. Simon sat on a chair the other side of the desk.
"Take a seat Ace".
Ace sat on the opposite chair.
"I just need to go through some admin stuff with you, take your age, height, weight. Is that okay?"
"Um, yeah sure" Ace replied. 

"How old are you then?" Simon asked. 
"I'm 18"
"18. Nice. How tall are you?" 
"Uhh, I'm 5 foot 9, I think". 
"Okay, not to worry, we can measure you later".
"How much do you weigh?"
"I'm 155 pounds". 
"And are you a jobber or a heel".
Ace paused. "Uh, I'm not sure sir."
Simon looked at Ace and smiled. "Well you certainly don't look like a heel". 
Ace, not really knowing what the terms meant, "A jobber then?" His reply filled with hesitation.
"Okay, all good. There's nothing more I need to ask then. We'll get you some gear and some boots, and then I'll get you in the ring".
"Oh, I didn't realise I would have a match today.." 
"Neither did we, kid. But one my wrestlers has called in sick, and I need someone for the show tonight. I mean, if you don't wanna do it, then I'll have to hire some other wrest-".
"-no, sir. I'll do it, I just didn't expect a match so soon" Ace replied, with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. 
"Okay then. Follow me". 

Ace followed Simon down the hallway, and into a store cupboard.
"Right, what size feet are you?"
"I'm a 7". 
"Waist?" 
"I'm a size 30 waist".
"Oh, I don't have any 30's here, I've got a 28".
"That should be fine. Bit of a squeeze". Ace replied and was handed a pair of black boots, knee pads, wrist sweats and some black leather-like trunks.
"Come this way". Simon said, closing the door and continuing down the hallway.
"This is the changing room, I'll give you 5 minutes to change, then I'll come back and show you to the right". 
Ace hesitated, and entered the changing room. He found it to be empty. He went over to the corner, and put his gear on the bench. He took off his jeans, t-shirt and shoes, and placed them in one of the cubbies. He then put on the trunks, which were a bit tight. He then put on his knee pads, and laced up the boots. As he finished lacing the boots up, there was a knock on the door,
"All done, Ace?" Simon's voice came through.
"Yeah, all done sir", Ace exclaimed, standing up to his feet. 
Simon entered the changing room,
"wow, very nice Ace. You look great! They're gonna love you". 
"So. Who's my opponent?" Ace asked.
"Yeah, that's the thing Ace". Simon began, and he sat down on the bench. Ace also sat.
"Your opponent is a lot bigger than you, and a lot more experienced. Your job is just to take it, okay? You can fight back and stuff, but you're going to lose".
Ace looked at the floor, "right". 
"But, it will be a good first experience for you, and if it goes well, I am more than happy to have you back for other matches". 
"Okay, as long as I can try to win other matches", Ace replied, a smile formed on his face.
"Sure. Come on then, lets get you in".

Ace followed Simon, and they entered the ring. The small crowd surrounding the ring, gave a cheer.
"Go get 'em, kid". Simon said, patting Ace on the back and then heading back.

"ENTERING THE RING. ITS HIS FIRST MATCH EVER. GIVE IT UP FOR.... ACE. PERRY". The announcer exclaimed, his voice bellowing the entire hall. 

Ace ran up to the apron of the ring, and entered, yet to see who his opponent was.

"NOW, HIS OPPONENT. WEIGHING 500 POUNDS, HE IS THE FORMER SUMO CHAMPION. RYOTA HAMA".

In came the most enormous man Ace had ever seen in his life. Ryota Hama wearing yellow trunks that partially covered his belly and yellow boots. His legs, belly, chest and ass wobbled and jiggled as he trodded down to the ring. Ace became cold, he completely froze as this behemoth walked towards him. A smile appeared on Ryota's face as he locked eyes with his opponent. The smile mas menacing, demeaning, a look of 'i'm gonna kill you'". He walked up the steps, and entered through the ropes.

Ryota was about the same height as Ace, but over 3 times the weight. His width and girth was staggering. Ace took a gulp, his mouth ran dry. 

A bell rang, the noise echoed around the room, and filled Ace with even more dread. He knew there was no way out of this. He had to do it.

Ryota roared and pounded his chest, Ace responded with one arm up in the air, and a smile. 

Ryota and Ace mirrored each other as they walked slowly around the ring, arms up, ready for battle. They locked arms, Ace was immediately pushed to his knees. Ryota landed a blow to Ace's back with his forearm. Ace yelled in pain, as a second blow slammed into his upper back. He tried to scurry away, Ryota grabbed the lip of Ace's trunks, preventing this from happening. Ace was tragged back by his trunks. 

Ryota pulled Ace up to his feet, by his chin, then pushed him back, where he bounced off the rope, Ryota caught him. Arms wrapped around Ace's sternum. Ace was then tossed up and over the air, flying over Ryota's head, and slamming down on his back, on the mat. Ace squirmed as his back now turned a pink colour. 

Ryota visciously picked Ace up by his head, and pushed him into the corner of the ring. A forearm landed on Ace's chest with enormous force. Then a second. Then a third. Ryota then lowered himself, and drove his shoulder into Ace's stomach. All the air that was left in Ace was pushed completely out. A second shoulder drove into Ace's stomach. Ace struggled to catch his breath and was winded. 

Ryota whipped Ace across the ring with force to the other corner. Charging across, Ryota came pounding across after him, with some speed, and slammed straight into Ace. His enormous body engulfed Ace's. Ace's head temporarily engulfed by Ryota's chest. Ryota took a step back, Ace crumbled into a heap. Laying face down just by the bottom rope.

A size 12 foot found itself on Ace's lower back. The other foot was lifted off the mat, and placed on the back of Ace's neck. Ryota was stood on Ace, his 500 pound frame crushing down onto Ace's back and neck. Ace was saved by the referee almost counting to 5. Ryota stepped off, raising both arms in the air in celebration - though he had not won, yet. Ace's almost lifeless body barely moved. 

Ryota pulled Ace's hair, and brought the young boy up to his feet once more. From nowhere Ace found some courage and energy. He pushed Ryota away, landing forearms to the enormous man's head. Forearm after forearm driving into Ryota's head. Then followed a kick to Ryota's enormous right thigh. Then a kick to his left. Then his right again. Then his left again. Another forearm to his head. Ryota began to wobble. 

This plucky young boy wasn't going to go down lightly. A final forearm, and Ace ran towards the rope, bounced off the ropes. Ryota bent down, Ace flew over Ryota's back, landing on the mat, face up. Ryota stood feet either side of Ace's head. Ace grabbed hold of Ryota's legs in an attempt to topple the big man over. He pulled and pulled, but seemed to not make progress. Ryota managed to steady himself, he looked down, and saw the precarious position Ace was in. He roared, and jumped up. 

He came crashing down, his enormous ass landing on Ace's chest and sternum. Ace's face engulfed by Ryota's fat groin. The sweaty stench was unbearable. 500 pounds now sat on top of Ace's puny frame. The referee counted... "1... 2.... 3!"

The match was over... 

Or was it?