Aiden Bolt vs Royce Stray

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Standard Match
Win by pinfall or submission

Royce felt a little more pissed than usual this week.

To say his debut in LAW was a mess was an understatement. He hadn't gotten much of any offense in before being publicly humiliated in front of several cameras, and he certainly hadn't impressed anyone.

To that end, he came in with a slightly more annoyed look this time, walking out to his theme song looking especially frustrated. He tried his hardest to throw these thoughts aside of course, but it didn't help much. He didn't play to the crowd too much at the moment, simply letting them gaze upon his impressive physique and skimpy trunks as he entered the ring, letting his theme drown out the crowd.

Royce was mildly surprised by the news of his next opponent. He was expecting another lewd sexpot, but instead he got someone short enough to punt should he feel the need. He couldn't complain, needless to say, looking forward to more than a few ways to relieve some stress tonight.

“Alright Royce, time to beat on some brat…” the orange haired fighter stretched against one of the corners of the ring, waiting for his opponent to arrive. “Bet he looks cute at least.”

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On the other hand, Aiden seemed to be as cool as a fan. Well as cool as he looked.

Wild eyes told wild stories and Aiden was full of them since debuting on the male scene. From fighting old friends, crazy ladies in masks, and even giants! Given his stature as a 5'1 man, that was a given for anyone slightly taller than him. Though there were many opponents Aiden has faced, none popped out to him than a bisexual guy with a tiger print speedo.

Aiden didn't mind fighting queer people, he felt himself as queer too, though his bottoming skills might need work., so that was a non-factor. However, Royce intrigued Aiden and the bookers seemed to notice as they booked them in a singles bout.

For the first time in a while, Aiden had ditched the "Denim Bolt" apparel, taking advice from his manager Verde, recalling them saying something about "brand recognition" or "getting in the ratings for his rocking little bod." Aiden spaced out mostly, only remembering what he was supposed to wear for the match ahead of him.

It felt nostalgic for some reason, although, Aiden never really stopped wearing it for a while. Clad in his lighting red and white trunks and boots, as well as his iconic gloves, Aiden came out to the ring, slapping hands with his fans, and posing for selfies. Aiden looked hot and felt hot too!

The Five Foot Tornado! Back in Trunks!

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'Holy shit he's cute'

Royce couldn't help but ogle his significantly smaller opponent. Everything about him screamed 'scrappy', the sort of person who wasn't afraid to start something and keep it going. Already, he was reminded a bit of his time back home, memories good and bad rushing in together.

Royce wanted to start things off on a good note, or at least, on somewhat friendly terms, deciding that this match would be better off as a friendly competition than a life or death brawl.

"Nice trunks, pipsqueak. Hiding something down there?"

Royce's intrusive thoughts won that moment, the taller wrestler simply continuing to stretch his body in his corner. The more he thought about it, the more disappointing the idea of simply having a normal match felt, though it would be wise to hone his skills in proper wrestling regardless.

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"Dunno know, maybe your ego's down there."

Aiden sniped back at the orange-haired wrestler. No matter the height or weight class difference, The Tornado made sure that any slight towards his height was paid back in full. And Royce got his receipt and more with a snarky remark and a middle finger pointing down to his crotch for good measure.

He was a little bit more spirited than usual. Given the fact that maybe he was finally going to get his win back after that upset against Dolores. He needed to change up his game plan, speed it up a bit more. Make himself harder to catch!

Taunting his opponents as well works well too. And Royce seemed easy to make fun off and piss off. Plus he was cute.

"If you need a demonstration, I'll be glad to give a hands-on approach!"

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Royce couldn't help himself as he grinned at the smaller opponent. He was eager to rip him apart, but a little banter wouldn't hurt either of them, he thought.

"Never met a pipsqueak who didn't have a big mouth. Always had to find some way to stuff it if you wanted them to shut up."

Royce wasn't afraid to press the innuendo, walking closer towards his opponent near the center of the ring now.

"Why don't we make things more exciting? Something to get two hotheaded studs a little more fired up than usual?" He didn't offer his own ideas yet, perhaps wanting to hear his opponent out first.

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"Hotheaded is more than one way to describe yourself. But me?"

Aiden smugly pointed to himself to accentuate his point.

"Total stud."

While the snarky comments did keep coming, especially since Royce just seemed to LOVE calling him a pipsqueak, A curious side of the Tornado appeared to emerge, his eyebrows raised, he asked the man in the leopard print his asking price

"So...what? A POW match? The winner buys the loser anything he wants. What is it?

Aiden sniped, rather impatient. However, that might be because of hyperactiveness and the teasing of his height. Did I mention that?

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"That's it? No tying up the loser and forcing him to taste your dick for a night? Not even a date or anything to go along with your POW? You're not a stud, you're a choir boy."

Royce taunted his opponent with his own, mildly confused understanding of religion, though he imagined the message would get across regardless.

The only thing stopping him from getting things started now was the bell, taking it's sweet time to ring as they traded verbal jabs at each other. Perhaps someone backstage liked the idea of two horned up, virile twenty-somethings inevitably discussing the sort of things one would expect out of a LAW wrestler, or perhaps time just moved really slowly whenever Royce felt the need to tease someone.

"Fuck it, loser buys a meal for two. We can figure out the POW stuff later, deal?*

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CANCELED