Aiden Bolt vs Royce Stray

[MacbookAir]

Standard Match
Win by pinfall or submission

Royce felt a little more pissed than usual this week.

To say his debut in LAW was a mess was an understatement. He hadn't gotten much of any offense in before being publicly humiliated in front of several cameras, and he certainly hadn't impressed anyone.

To that end, he came in with a slightly more annoyed look this time, walking out to his theme song looking especially frustrated. He tried his hardest to throw these thoughts aside of course, but it didn't help much. He didn't play to the crowd too much at the moment, simply letting them gaze upon his impressive physique and skimpy trunks as he entered the ring, letting his theme drown out the crowd.

Royce was mildly surprised by the news of his next opponent. He was expecting another lewd sexpot, but instead he got someone short enough to punt should he feel the need. He couldn't complain, needless to say, looking forward to more than a few ways to relieve some stress tonight.

“Alright Royce, time to beat on some brat…” the orange haired fighter stretched against one of the corners of the ring, waiting for his opponent to arrive. “Bet he looks cute at least.”

[MacbookAir]

'Holy shit he's cute'

Royce couldn't help but ogle his significantly smaller opponent. Everything about him screamed 'scrappy', the sort of person who wasn't afraid to start something and keep it going. Already, he was reminded a bit of his time back home, memories good and bad rushing in together.

Royce wanted to start things off on a good note, or at least, on somewhat friendly terms, deciding that this match would be better off as a friendly competition than a life or death brawl.

"Nice trunks, pipsqueak. Hiding something down there?"

Royce's intrusive thoughts won that moment, the taller wrestler simply continuing to stretch his body in his corner. The more he thought about it, the more disappointing the idea of simply having a normal match felt, though it would be wise to hone his skills in proper wrestling regardless.

[MacbookAir]

Royce couldn't help himself as he grinned at the smaller opponent. He was eager to rip him apart, but a little banter wouldn't hurt either of them, he thought.

"Never met a pipsqueak who didn't have a big mouth. Always had to find some way to stuff it if you wanted them to shut up."

Royce wasn't afraid to press the innuendo, walking closer towards his opponent near the center of the ring now.

"Why don't we make things more exciting? Something to get two hotheaded studs a little more fired up than usual?" He didn't offer his own ideas yet, perhaps wanting to hear his opponent out first.

[MacbookAir]

"That's it? No tying up the loser and forcing him to taste your dick for a night? Not even a date or anything to go along with your POW? You're not a stud, you're a choir boy."

Royce taunted his opponent with his own, mildly confused understanding of religion, though he imagined the message would get across regardless.

The only thing stopping him from getting things started now was the bell, taking it's sweet time to ring as they traded verbal jabs at each other. Perhaps someone backstage liked the idea of two horned up, virile twenty-somethings inevitably discussing the sort of things one would expect out of a LAW wrestler, or perhaps time just moved really slowly whenever Royce felt the need to tease someone.

"Fuck it, loser buys a meal for two. We can figure out the POW stuff later, deal?*