A Battle of Nobility: Isaac Edwards vs Alois Trancy

[Misfit_Alien]

The 'Lord of the Seas, Triton', Isaac Edwards vs 'The British Aristocrat', Alois Trancy
Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, they will be disqualified after a ten count. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.

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"... Entering first, hailing from Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 5'11 and 155 pounds...ISAAC EDWARDS...BETTER KNOWN AS TRITON...THE LORD OF THE SEAS!!!!"


Isaac stood at the top of the ramp, feeling pumped and excited for another match, another chance to showcase why he's a future PREMIER star above all the other chaff in the locker room. Isaac...no, TRITON wasn't just a cut above the rest. He was in an unachievable, unmatchable, and LIMITLESS league all on his own. Every day was another step closer to greatness for him. As he approached the ring, he stood tall, posing and smiling...He strode down to the apron, giving every audience member that signature sly, flashy grin. No one could stop him before, and no one would stop him now...certainly not some run-of-the-mill aristocratic wimp named Alois Trancy...Isaac rolled into the ring and struck another pose before moving toward his corner...His eyes burned with a passionate fire, eager to tear into his opponent and show that Brit why people refer to him as the 'Lord of the Seas'...

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The lights soon went dim as the self proclaimed Lord of The Seas's entrance had passed. Electronic music hummed through the ring as the words "I want my MTV.." hummed throughout the ring, soon accompanied by drums and an assortment of instrumentals. It seemed more different than what we usually used to when it came to The British Aristocrat we all knew and oh so hated!

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And his opponent, hailing from Yorkshire, England, weighing in at 5'5 and 133 pounds...THE BRITISH ARISTOCRAT...ALOISSSS TRANCYYYYYYYY!

God knows how Alois managed to license a Dire Straits song of all things, but it added more to the match, a show of his wealth and his noble and rich backgrounds. He stood at the entrance ramp, arms raised and back turned to the crowd. He seemed to be wearing a open jacket that had his very punchable face embroidered on the back of the jacket before turning as the lyrics hit! Strutting down to the ring, gyrating his hips while he made it to the ring. If Triton wanted a fight, he was going to get it. Alois laid back against the ropes, before gripping the ropes and flipping over them! He took off his jacket and threw it into the crowd, revealing his dark attire and hitting a pose of his own before turning to face his fellow blonde.

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[Misfit_Alien]

"Well, look at that...Blonde, blue eyes, blue outfit, and with a regal theme to you? Wow...If I didn't know any better, I'd call you a Chinese knock-off, you boring-ass look-a-like...For an aristocrat, you look pretty damn basic...Were you just in the mood to dress like a commoner today? Or are you usually this bland? I've seen hobos and homeless folk with better senses of style than you." Triton said, releasing a rapid-fire volley of insults as he sized Alois up...mostly light-hearted banter but equipped with some heel-ish jabs to really stack the tension. These two were about to go head-to-head in a battle between 'nobles'...Triton wasn't about to let this pretty boy blonde off the hook. The crowd was eating this interaction up!!! They couldn't get enough of the so-called Lord of the Seas' banter!!!

[Ihateocrecolors]

”Cheap knockoff, eh? I wouldn’t mind this insult if it wasn’t from some manky brat who thinks they’re better than me because they look like me. And besides when’s the last time you ever washed that whore outfit of yours? Last month? Because I can smell you from here.”
Alois made waving gesture as if wafting away Triton’s “smell” from across the ring, if anyone was good at trash-talking, it was Alois himself! The shorter blonde scoffing before turning his back to the noble King of the Seas, pointing at him and chuckling with the crowd as if he was gossiping about Issac with a couple of friends. Slowly turning back to face his opponent from across the ring, slouching against the turnbuckles with a relaxed face. Before the bell rung, Alois couldn’t help but gain the final verbal blow of their little taunt battle.
”Here’s your chance to back out now! Before I turn that million dollar smile into a 1 dollar and some change grimace.”

[Misfit_Alien]

"Ooo~...Yeah, sure, pal...Like I'm worried about the dime-a-dozen dignitary serving me my ass on a silver platter. In your dream, mate." Triton remarks with a snarky attitude. The bell rings shortly after their round of banter, and the match begins. Triton steps forward with a confident stride, showing no signs of backing down against his fellow blonde wrestler. "Well, come on then...what're you waiting for?" Triton beckons, offering a classic Test of Strength hold against his slightly shorter adversary. The Australian blonde was banking on Alois being too prideful to back down from a challenge. Would the British Aristocrat step up to the plate or choose a more cowardly form of advance than meet Triton head-to-head like a man?

[Misfit_Alien]

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