No Laughing Matter: Aizen Yuzuriha vs. ???

[BlackAkuma]

…Aizen could go for a Lemon Meringue Pie. It wasn’t something you often encountered in Japan, and he wasn’t much into sweets, but the last time he recalled enjoying the taste the last time he’d had one.

It was a strange, idle thought that slipped into his head, making its way through the morass as he struggled to grasp his situation. It was a mortifying mess, but it grew into a true problem when Trixie grabbed his legs and put him into a pinning position. He thought he’d escaped it when he pushed her, but that only resulted in the two of them rolling about and coming out in the same position. Still trapped. Still getting pinned.

Okay. One more time.

Aizen rocked back, then thrust forward and gave a hard shove to Trixie as he did, attempting to roll her over once more. This time, he tried to stop it midway, with him mounted on top and her shoulders against the mat, keeping her locked in the pin.

Of course, this would require his face to remain buried in her backside for the time being, but there was little getting around that, at this point.

[killcarrion]

Now could Trixie pick them, or could Trixie pick them? The ringmaster of the circus always did say the clownette has a discerning eye for talent when it came to the entertainment business, and Aizen was already proving himself more than capable enough when it came to various tumbling shenanigans and barrel-rolling buffoonery. The unorthodox pairing was already in total sync with eachother as they rolled over in unison as Aizen proved himself primed and ready for the carnival spotlight. "Ha, I knew you were a natural for this. Why, together we could become one of the greatest comedy pairings of all time. Like Tom & Jerry, Laurel & Hardy, Siegfreid & Roy~...well, except maybe with a lot less maiming involved and-WhOAH!!!" Trixie's blatherings interrupted by another forward tuck and roll, only with the harlequin securely situated on her back and squirming and wriggling beneath the martial artist as the curtain was beginning to close on their show. The adjacent referee smacking his hand into the canvas with splattered droplets in the air from the water-soaked spritzing earlier on in the match.

"1!"

"2!!"

[BlackAkuma]

”3…!”

Just like that, the weirdest match Aizen experienced was over. Three of the longest, strangest seconds of his life, too.

After all, he’d spent them with his face buried in Trixie’s butt, of all places, which…honestly wasn’t the most uncomfortable thing ever. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, either. This had easily been the most infuriating fight he’d ever been in, if you could even call it a fight in the first place, but on the other hand, he couldn't deny that it had a certain effect on him - suffice to say, he was glad he’d chosen to wear his baggier pants, today.

Aizen let her go as the crowd gave a mixed cry, some booing, some cheering, most of them just confused by the abrupt end. Aizen definitely fell into the latter camp, and you could see it by the befuddled look on his face as he sat back, blinking and staring out into the throngs.

He composed himself after a moment, shook his head, and pushed his way up to his feet - whatever his feelings on the matter, Trixie had given him a good fight and gave it her all, doing far better than he expected. He had to respect that, and he knew what to do. ”Thank you, for…” He stopped short, cleared his throat, and extended his hand to help her back up. ”Good match. That was a good match.”

[killcarrion]

"HUH?!HUZZAT?!WHEREAMI?!" Trixie blathered out after popping up to a seated position, swiveling her head side to side once eventually freed from the bundled over pin attempt. The clownette understandably distracted after having time to appreciate the taut rigidity of Aizen's cute little backside and swelled crotch she just wants to snuggle into and-"Wait...I lost the match, didn't I?" Trixie apprehensively asked the referee beside her who nodded in confirmation, the harlequin folding her arms in a childish pout with scraggly thought bubbles stewing over her head. Of all the anticlimactic ways to conclude their show together, and after Trixie really brought out all the stops to make their time together something special. She never even got a chance to make Aizen crack a smile...some goofball entertainer she turned out to be. Trixie huffed out while perching her chin against her hands, truly distraught at her clowning failure until a helping hand came into her purview. Blinking eyes gazed up at the stalwart warrior, hearing what he said but misconstruing it as- "Huh? What was that? You said we make for a GOOD MATCH??!!" Trix bounded up to her feet rejuvenated immediately, twirling around like a ballerina with hands clasped in heart fluttering infatuation. "Ahh, I knew you'd understand how perfect we are for eachother!!! You even used one of my moves to win the match!!! We're already becoming totes in sync!!! DYOH, come 'ere' ya big lug!!!" Trix leaping straight toward Aizen with arms outstretched and luscious lips pursed for the romantic finale everyone was waiting for~...

[BlackAkuma]

Perplexed. Confused. Obscured. Puzzled. Stumped. Flabbergasted.

Pick one.

These words and many others could describe Aizen’s thought processes at the moment, as he tried to reconcile with what just happened. On some level, he recognized that he’d just had one of the toughest matches of his wrestling career, maybe even since he started fighting. He had all the telltale signs of it - a rapidly beating heart, pumping blood, copious amounts of sweat. He was utterly exhausted, and he’d been close to defeat more than once.

Against a clown. An actual clown.

It wasn’t easy for a man like him to come to terms with, and he was still struggling to do so while she talked, not even fully paying attention to her. She was saying something about them being in sync and totes or whatever, and then all of a sudden she was coming at him fast with wide-open arms and puckered lips and a dazed look in her eyes-

Aizen’s brain didn’t know what to do, but his body acted accordingly, following through on his reflexes. He reached out, grabbed her by the arm, and flipped her about with a powerful judo throw, dumping her flat on her back with a single, swift move.

It took him a moment to process what had just happened, and when he did, Aizen jumped back and moved to help her up along with the referee. ”I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-” He forced the panic out of his voice with a deep huff. ”Are you okay?”

[killcarrion]

Overjoyed. Enraptured. Smitten. Enchanted. Spellbound. Possibly Concussed.

Trixie didn't know what to expect feeling after her first official wrestling match but a swirling combination of all of the above just about serves as an accurate summation of her time spent between these four ring posts this fateful and frantic night. Even though the joyful jester ended up losing her debut in the end, Trix figured she could at least walk away from this spectacular performance tonight knowing she gave it her all to the appreciated applause of the audience. Not to mention the enthralled affection of her adversary who was beckoning her into the muscled warmth and secured safety of his awaiting arms to officially commence their amorous whirlwind romance together~...

Well, the whirlwind part anyway. Trixie yelping from the fluid hip toss causing her to be splatted onto her back with a huffed breath and practically out of her clown shoes in the process, sporting swirling eyes and a blissful smile in her splayed-out delirium while she was being aided back to her wavering legs. "DyaW, I beT yoU Say thAt tO aLL the woMen you swEEp oFF theiR fEEt~..." Trixie blathered out while snuggling up against Aizen with her arms sagging limply. "...*sigh*...Well Romeo, are you gonna take her back to the infirmary or should I get call in medical personnel? We gotta start cleaning up this ring for the next match." The referee asked Aizen, looking just as exhausted from this frantic match as they were...

[BlackAkuma]

Throughout his time as a fighter, Aizen had gained a reputation as being cold and aloof, a stoic and implacable fighter. While he hadn't gone out of his way to foster that image, it was true that he hadn't done much to avoid it, either. He was content to be viewed in such a way, knowing it could only benefit him in matches. If people were intimidated before he even threw a punch, that was something he could work in his favor.

But it was only that - an image. He didn’t care much about being that way outside of the match. He wasn’t trying to make friends, but he wasn’t on the lookout for enemies, either. He just wanted to fight, be challenged, and go home, but it seemed fate had other ideas, today.

He sighed as he helped Trixie up and nodded - it was his fault, his responsibility. ”I’ve got you.” He took her to the ropes, slipped through them, and decided it would be for all parties involved if he cut out the middleman from there - lifting her up, he took her in a bridal carry up the ramp, all while the crowd cheered and laughed and made weird noises that he didn’t understand or even want to understand. All he knew was that this bizarre day was almost over, and he couldn't be happier for it, even if he couldn't quite shake the feeling it was only the first, with more to come.