Psymon Derby vs Kelani Alex - Beat Your Heart Out

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"... Nggghuh..." Psymon finally stirred again, albeit weakly, at the mercy of Alex. Now that the shock of getting blasted in the face had passed, all he felt was a throbbing pain in his cranium, comparable to even the hardest of his skateboarding slams... At the present moment, he was simply a ragdoll for the pretty boy to toy with. And up he went, being picked up with surprising ease for all to see, his arm falling slack as he was held juuuust long enough for the blood to start rushing to his head...

And with a harsh thud, he was slammed back down to Earth, bouncing slightly as all the wind was driven right out of his lungs! He lied sprawled on the canvas as Alex draped himself over the wild boy- Was this it? Was Psymon about to be defeated in just two moves? The ref slid in for the count...

"One...!"

"Two...!"

"AAAGH!!" With a shout of exertion, Psymon threw his arm to the sky with enough force for him to turn over underneath Alex! He wasn't going down that easy! Even if, he was still floored, wincing in pain... Ow...

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And for someone who was very salty about being booted in the face unprompted earlier, a lot of the fire Psymon came to the ring with seemed to have been stoked now that he was on the defensive. Alex could feel his foe shift underneath him and roll onto his stomach, his panting heavy as he tried to find the right rhythm to regulate his breathing again. Before he could hit that sweet spot though, his enemy had gotten up and gripped at his messy hair, dragging him up and over to the corner as the skater could only mewl in protest...

With his back shoved harshly into the corner, Psymon grit his teeth and whined softly as Alex pushed himself firmly against his body, raising his hands up indignantly... Until he received a brutal club to his collar, a visceral SMACK of skin striking skin echoing in the arena!

"ACHKK--!" The skater recoiled from the stiff shot to his throat and collapsed near instantly, hooking his arm over the top rope and careening to the side as he palmed at his chest, a haze of red left upon his pale skin! "Errrgh, ghd-- dammit...!"

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Psymon hardly had a second to breathe before the heel of Alex prodded at his face, kicking him back into the corner and grinding the tread of his boot right into the skater's cheek. All Psymon could do was hiss and snarl through gritted teeth as the pretty boy squished his head in humiliating fashion, his legs kicking and stomping helplessly. "Khhhhnh, ugh-- G-Go, fuck yourself...! Phhhph..."

Finally the ref managed to pry Alex away from Psymon, barking at him for his disrespectful behavior as the wild boy was left sitting vulnerable in the corner, whining to himself as he rubbed at the faint boot mark left in his face. Spotting his chance to punish the skater forward, Alex ran across the ring then charged at him again, aiming to decimate Psymon with a well-placed boot to the face...!

"Haah--!" But finally, Psymon started to shows signs of life again, ducking his head out of the way just in time for Alex's foot to whiff and sail through the ropes! Seizing his chance at comeuppance, the wild boy quickly shifted out of the corner and snaked his arm between Alex's legs, grabbing at his trunks and yanking roughly to sweep him off his feet and roll him up! If he could manage that, Psymon would roll him back far enough until Alex was on his knees... At which point, he'd quickly attempt to stand, and- With a quick flip of the bird- Send a superkick right for Alex's nose!

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Having thrown his whole weight into that kick- And with his equilibrium not quiiiite fully recovered yet- Psymon found himself nearly toppling over thanks to that superkick, letting out a small yip as he reached for the ropes to prevent himself from eating shit. But, as ungraceful as his counter was, it sure as hell was effective, and as he glanced over his shoulder at the floored Hawaiian, he couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Yeah how's that for a 'lolo', fucker?!" The skater snickered to himself as he called out to his rival, not looking to waste time in capitalizing. Time to pull out a little something he's been practicing: He gripped the top ropes tightly and hoisted himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, before suddenly bouncing up to the top rung-- And without skipping a beat, he leapt off and flipped backwards, looking to plummet right down upon Alex!

"BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER!