Tristan vs. Kyle: Fan girl service!

[xalex]

Kyle would got some time to bring his head back into order when his opponent walked away from him. He would notice that Tristan was resetting the count. When Kyle was forced back to his feet, he would glare daggers at his opponent before trying to use this to turn things around. HE would throw his fist upwards and hoped to nail and uppercut to the chin of his opponent, hoping to hit him hard. If this punch connected, kyle would shove his own body into the body of Tristan trying to force the blond backwards into the barricade and press him against it, with kyles arm shoving against his throat.

[overlordofkings]

So far so good. It might've been a rocky start, but now Tristan had things under control. As the blonde rolled back from the ring, sauntering over towards Kyle, smirking at the glare Kyle was giving him. Unfortunately, while Tristan stopped the two from getting counted out, he also gave his pinkette foe time to rest up and recover.

So, it came as a great shock when the Latino launched himself at Tristan, decking the ivory fighter's chin with a powerful uppercut! "HURGH!" Tristan cried as his head snapped back, and a part of him wondering how he was still conscious. Sadly for the blonde, the pinkette wasn't finished.

Tristan didn't even have time to set his head straight when Kyle charged at him, the pinkette's tan body forcing Tristan into the barricade. Back first. And very, very hard.

"ARGH!" The blonde groaned as Kyle cornered him, the Latino's forearm pressing against Tristan's throat. This was a chorus of feminine squeals from the crowd, as the two bodies meshed against each other once more. The blonde would instinctively try to put on hand Kyle's forearm and the other hand against the Latino's body. The blonde would then try to push against Kyle in an attempt to force the pinkette off him.

[xalex]

Kyle would stare into the eyes of his opponent for a few seconds at their muscular and sweety bodies would be rubbed against each other. He was feeling how Tristan was trying to fight against him, struggle to break free. But kyle wouldn´t let him get out so easily… or at least not on Tristan turns. The Mexican fighter would try to grab a hold onto the head and shoulders of his opponent all the sudden and use the force of his opponent pushing against him to drop himself backwards and fall down fast. He would pull the blond fighter down with him before shoving his feet up right into the belly of his opponent to shove his lower half up into the air. He tried to send him flying through the air with a big monkey flip. Kyle hoped that his opponent would not so softly land back on the hard floor outside of the ring.
Meanwhile the referee started to count again: “1”

[overlordofkings]

The two men continued to struggle, the crowd cheering them on all the while. "Ngh... g...get off me," Tristan demanded as the two struggled. Of course, the pinkette had no intention of complying. Instead, after giving the blonde a stoic glare, Kyle would grab Tristan's head and shoulders, dropping back.

"Wha-WAAAHHH!" Tristan cried as the Latino used the blonde's own momentum against him. The pinkette would then place his stirrup-covered feet on Tristan's midsection. And then, as if Tristan were his acrobatic partner in the circus, Kyle would then launch over him in a monkey flip!

"GGRAAAHHHHH!!!" Tristan yelled, as he finished his flight with a painful "OOOOFFF!" Tristan would groan more, as he heard the referee resuming the count.

"One! Two! Three!" the official began, as Tristan flopped about on the barely matted floor. Groaning, the blonde would try to ignore the blunt pain on his back, trying to reach for the apron to help him get on his feet.

[xalex]

Kyle would roll over to his side and slowly rise back up to his feet. He was still feeling the pain from the last moves from his opponent, it would slow him down for now giving Tristan an edge he could easily use to finish him off. Kyle would try to focus and make up a plan to beat his opponent. The pink haired boy would see his opponent trying to get back up to his feet right next to the ring.
Kyle smirked as he suddenly started to move forwards and pick up speed. He would try to rush down the blond boy and when he was close enough he would jump up. Kyle would pull his legs in front of his body and send both of them forwards with as much force as he could for a drop kick, but instead of falling to the ground he would try to land on the apron. He would use this chance to roll to the side and get back into the ring. This would buy him some time again until Tristan could get up… and whne Tristan would get back up kyle would be ready to attack him!
“four!”