Slithering and Striking- Cobra vs Cobra!

[SubtleRoar]

*While a rather commonplace name amongst many a wrestler he had destroyed between the ropes, Trent Sanders hadn't come across someone with a similar pseudonym that he couldn't persuade into changing after a brief, yet vicious, beatdown. However, after doing a bit of research on his behalf, he eventually came to the realization that his competition for the evening, someone with a similar name, was going to require a bit more than just a few body slams- The individual in question looked like he was carved out of granite, capable of feats of what appeared to be superhuman strength, and seemed to only sustain damage after being struck by the strongest of competitors. To put it bluntly, he was going to need to bring his best just to defend what he believed was rightfully his- his namesake.*

"Pfft...assss if he'ssss going to intimidate me!" *Trying to reassure himself before leaving the locker room, Cobra Bolt was silently trying to craft an airtight plan of attack that could potentially lead him to victory- This other Cobra was remarkably light on his feet, so a battle of agility would ultimately result in his ruination. Strength was never his forte to begin with, so that was immediately out the window. Finally, he had an epiphany- Trent would need to rely upon the biggest X-factor he's had up his sleeve since he first started wrestling: His odd mannerisms. If he could win the cerebral chess match, then the physical aspect of the brawl would be his for the claiming.*

"Bingo~" *Snapping his fingers, Cobra yanked his trunks on and slipped his open vest around his arms before wrapping his shin gear overtop of his legs, ready and eager to prove his worth against a challenging competitor. Strutting down the hallway with a cheshire cat grin plastered across his face, he burst through the blinders and emerge to the audience as an indomitable force!*

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*The crowd boisterously chanted his name as he approached the battlegrounds, bolstering his already ridiculously high opinion of himself before the fight even begun.* "Thisssss issss my night~" *He hissed to himself, ascending the staircase before hopping over the top rope, waiting for his opponent to make his day!*

[KarlKraus]

*Even if his fight against Miss Rodouko was a success, Cobra could not enjoy that victory, because for him, it was a loss. He trained himself for days, almost destroying some of the installations offered by Mr. Kōhai. Cobra felt like he got weaker, unlike his golden age, triumphing over everyone. Things got even worse when he tried Twitter, but let’s just say that he paid for a new phone the next day. Days have passed and the Emperor was nowhere to be found, that’s what everyone else thought. In fact, he never leaved the place, he was just lurking in the shadows, analyzing his next prey, another Cobra.*

*This time he’s been allowed to go a bit harder, since his opponent is a guy. Cobra was a bit surprised that his second would come up that fast, however he wouldn’t mind that. He was sitting in the locker room, reading for the last time his opponent’s documents, each respiration was followed by hisses. He would stares at Trent’s picture, fueling Cobra with pure raw hatred.*
“Do your worssssssse, punk.” *Cobra would change himself quickly, cover his mouth with bandages, put his mask on, then he would grabs the documents and throw them in the garbage.*

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*Cobra would come out of locker room in a hasty way, eager to pulverize his opponent. As soon as he reaches the hallway leading to the ring, Cobra started to sprint, almost giving the impression of a starving snake crawling to reach it’s food. Once Cobra was close enough of the ring, he would slide under the first rope, then get up fast, staring into the eyes of Trent.

[SubtleRoar]

*Admittedly, his opponent's intro was captivating enough to cause Trent to get slightly entranced by it- The raw agility he possessed was remarkable, and the audience seemed invested in his character, but the vile serpent stood firm against the platforms of his feet and held completely still, witnessing this enigmatic character slither into the arena and attempt to hypnotize him with his unflinching stare! This would have little to no effect on him, but the mere thought of it alone was enough to make Trent's blood boil- He had worked tirelessly to hone this gimmick, and now he would need to fight tooth and nail to keep it that way.*

"Oh, trussst me you bargain bin knockoff, I will!" *Trent retorted by flicking his tongue directly towards him, shaking off the intimidating banter while waiting for his entrance music to subside. Still incapable of embracing this imposter as a serious threat, Trent marched towards the center of the ring and promptly began to stretch himself out completely, rolling his head in a clockwise manner to limber himself up.*

"Thissss shouldn't take too long~" *He chortled aloud, the audience beginning to take sides on who would potentially emerge as the winner in their own, clever way- Those who were supporting the pretentious Cobra chanted* "Shakey snake!" *While whoever was in favor of the copper colored competitor were shouting* "Bronze Battler!" *As a retaliatory mantra.*

[KarlKraus]

*The golden snake wouldn’t stop staring in the eyes of his young rival, as he notices something in Trent. The Emperor would be delighted by his opponent’s growing anger, knowing that fear is near and already at the beginning of the match. Cobra would slowly reach the center of the ring as he heard the young Cobra’s words, making him burst of laughter. His laugh would sounds like a mad demon, thirsty for blood yet cold as ice, a laugh of dominance followed with some hisses. He would give a quick look at Cobra, analyzing him to seek any weaknesses. Unfortunately he couldn’t find anything, which would make the Emperor happier.*

“KNOCKOFF!? HAHAHAHAHA...” *Cobra would point at his opponent’s chest, precisely the heart *“You probably don’t know my ssssssstory nor even care, but I’ve been called like that when you ssssssstopped wearing diapersssssss.” *As he observed Cobra stretching, COBRA would crack his neck and fingers, then fully stretch as well. After the stretches were done, the royal snake would reach the center of the ring, thinking of how he’ll shove the dirty tongue of blondie back in his throat.*

*As the young rival would finish talking, the crowd would chant nicknames to the wrestlers, taking their sides. However, all of that puny shouting would enraged Cobra, because it was one of the few things he hated the most about wrestling. *“Ssssssso pathetic. Bunch of big talkersssssss, too sssssssscared to enter the fucking ring and fight.” *He whispered with disappointment, realizing that his opponent is exactly like them, but at least he’s in the ring. All of the sudden, his rage would be scent by the referee, seeing a giant spectral cobra on top of the head of Cobra. Then he would quickly ring the bell and noticed Cobra doing head gestures meaning “GET OUT”.*

DING DING

[SubtleRoar]

*Trent proceeded to slither from side to side, attempting to intimidate his foe by trying to entrance him with his mesmerizing motion!* "Sssssilence you inssssufferable fool!" *He shouted, refusing to be outdone by this hack.* "It'ssss high time that ssssomeone shows you jusssst how low on the totem pole you are!" *At the sound of the bell, the flipped was switched, and he sprang into action like his pseudonym would indicate, with all of the intensity and vigor that would make anyone watching tremble in fear!*

*As he took each, individual step forward a plan was beginning to formulate within the agile anaconda's brain- He was incapable of discerning whatever it was that this imposter was adept in, but if he were the first one to make a lasting impression with his moves, then he could potentially gain control of the reins early in the skirmish!*

"How about you sssssuck on this!" *He boisterously shouted before extending his naked feet outwards, attempting to imprint them across the tan reptile's midsection for a massive dropkick to send a reverberating statement throughout the arena- That he and he alone was the one and only predator in this makeshift jungle!*

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[KarlKraus]

* Cobra followed the young snake's movements with his head, even though it was a ruse to confuse the Emperor. Cobra didn't care what Trent said, it pissed him off more than anything else. Compared to his opponent, the golden cobra clenched his fists and waited. He had identified that his opponent was trying to create an atmosphere of fear among the spectators. However, the only real terror in the ring was Emperor Cobra.*

* Seeing his opponent's bare feet approach his body with phenomenal speed, Cobra managed to dodge Trent's attack, giving the impression he had slipped like a snake. The golden snake followed up with a superkick to the chin of the young Cobra in mid-flight as a counterattack. His kick was launched with unparalleled speed and force, filled with bloodthirsty and sadistic hatred.*

“HOW ABOUT YOU SSSSSSHUT UP!”* Yelled the mad warrior, already enraged by such primitive move. *“DO YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE YOU CAN BEAT ME? EVERYTHING ABOUT ME ISSSSSS REAL! YOU’RE FIGHTING AN EX-PRISSSSSSONER! THINK TRENT, THINK!”

[SubtleRoar]

*While the agile asp coasted through the air as if he were weightless, having been under a rigorous training regiment since he was fresh out of high school- However, his rival seemed to have effortlessly avoided his best attempt at making a first impression, leaving Trent to get tangled up in the ropes upon impact!* "Ngghssss!" *He plaintively snarled, only to be rewarded for his efforts with a swift boot to his jawline, courtesy of the menacing copperhead! once he tried to dislodge himself!*

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"NNggghhh!" *The uncomfortable sensation was enough to send him hobbling backwards and against the center rope near the opposite end of the arena, having some sense knocked into him pertaining to his opponent- He was certainly no ordinary competitor, given his lightning quick reflexes and frightening accuracy with his retaliatory strike, but even these axioms were not enough to deter the resilient Cobra from striking once more!*

"Mhh...it'sssss going to take more than that to inhibit me!" *He rattled his voice, darting from left to right to keep his foe on his toes before twirling himself around like a spinning top and unloading a spinning back kick aimed towards the fiendish sidewinder's midsection!*

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[KarlKraus]

* If this is only the first time in his life, Cobra was already beginning to take a liking to combat. Previously, his opponents were always vulgar talkers seeking to demonstrate that the Emperor was nothing more than a myth. Today, seeing his young opponent get up and take the charge, the golden snake will finally be able to feast. In his moment of realization, he couldn't focus on attacking Trent. At least it looks like it was. Even with the blazing speed of the young snake, Cobra was able to block the kick, holding Trent’s foot with his hands. *

* Cobra was silent, except for the involuntary hissing sounds coming from inside his golden mask. The Golden Warrior pulled Trent's foot towards him, pulling him closer to give a hard punch in the stomach. The Emperor lifted the young snake a few inches off the ground. He took the opportunity to circle the back of his opponent's neck and threw himself back, performing a DDT. Cobra performed the DDT with blistering speed, although he hoped Trent would recover. *

[SubtleRoar]

*As his lone foot jutted forward in an attempt to strike his target down, Trent realized the pandora's box he had inadvertently opened up the second his foot had been so effortlessly captured. Without uttering a solitary word, his reptilian counterpart would launch a furious fist directly into his unprotected chest, causing him to audibly gasp before staggering a few inches backwards, his legs visibly trembling from the pure shock he was experiencing!*

"Guuaaakk!" *Attempting to shake his head sideways in an effort to disperse the disorientation, Cobra was suddenly forced downward and forcefully introduced to the canvas, courtesy of the bronzed predator's malicious exclamation point!* "NNNHHH!" *The debilitating impact left Trent sprawled out across the ground, his body trembling for a short while before finally dissipating. However, despite the extensive damage that had been dealt to him, he was very much conscious and even mumbled out a* "I..issss that all you got?" *In between huffs of air.*

[KarlKraus]

*Cobra quickly rolled back on his feet, avoiding a useless fight on the ground. He was standing like an animal ready to strike whenever his prey would be at it’s weakest. The golden snake was impressed by Trent’s tenacity and his unshakable will. The emperor was feeling something deep down his heart, a long lost thrill of fighting. The fight just started and such feelings are coming back after countless victories. Cobra crouched, squatting as he’s about to speak with his cold voice. "Get up and I’ll ssssssshow you what’ssssss coming."*

*Cobra grabbed Trent’s hair and lifted him up till their heads would be at the same height. The masked wrestler released the younger snake, only to quickly grab him under his jaw and analyzed his face. Cobra moved Trent’s head side to side, his mask hiding curious eyes. He pulled Trent closer, as he takes a better look at his opponent’s eyes. "Your eyessss...they ussssssed to be like mine. But who caresssss." Cobra’s right eye was glowing throughout the tainted visor.*