Getting off on Right Foot: Tristan Alden/Rosie Soto

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In the recesses of the LAW gym, wrestlers could be found training at all hours of the day. Regardless of personality or idiosyncrasies, everyone who wanted to scrounge up some kinda of success in the business had to put in work and training in some capacity. You don't get far by slacking off. And on this fine evening, a determined Rosie Soto would be found in her wrestler gear in a practice ring.

Rosie Soto

The high flyer had just finished doing cardio. She had taken to the ring almost immediately after, huffing and puffing as she ran the ropes and scaled the turnbuckle to practice flips. The barefoot wrestler likely looked more adorable than she wanted to, but she was painfully aware of this. It certainly wouldn't the first time she'd find being uncharacteristically cute, and it wouldn't be the last time she'd attempt to use that to her advantage - that is, if someone interjected to during her training session.

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Tristan sighed as he entered the gym. His first debut match...well, unofficial debut match at least. Anyways, said match...didn't go as well as planned for the young blonde. Still, he wasn't going to be deterred. It took a lot to get Tristan down and he wan't going to let one match dent his confidence (more like cockiness).

Tristan Alden

As he neared the ring, the young man saw a pecuilar sight. Someone was already in the ring...but it seemed to be some kid. Whoever it was, this girl was pretty good, flying around the ring. Still, Tristan needed to practice. Tristan gave a tiny sigh. He hated to be a killjoy, as he hated killjoys but he needed to hone his skills.

"Not bad kid...but I think it's time you got out of the ring," Tristan said to the girl.

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Rosie had been minding her own business, which was actually quite uncharacteristic of her. Normally the petite wrestler could be found eyeing other members of the LAW roster, mentally noting down whatever it was she felt she could exploit from each of them. How ironic it was that the one afternoon she had chosen to go about her own business, a peculiar character called out to her, brushing her off as a kid and asking her to leave the ring that she had secured long before this blonde gentleman.

Soto was quite offended by his remark. But she chose to maintain her cute character and appearance. At this stage in her career, the cold calculating lightweight didn't want word to get out about her true nature. The young woman would curse under her breath before turning to Tristan and placing her hands behind her back and leaning forward. "Oh? I don't suppose you'd be interested in 'escorting' me out, would you?" She'd smile at Tristan before following up with: "I could use a good warm up, Misteeerrrr...." She tried to lead Tristan into finishing the sentence and introducing himself in an effort to get any pertinent info out of the male wrestler and possible future competitor in LAW's w.i.p. mixed division.

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The blonde wrestler raised an eyebrow. She was a cutie to be sure, but she couldn't be serious in what she was suggesting. After all, she looked to be half his size in both terms of height and weight! "Not so sure that's a good idea kid, wouldn't exactly be a fair fight," he said. Still, he had to admit that he could use the "boost" after his first loss.

In any case, he wasn't going refuse her if the small girl kept pushing it. He also couldn't help but take a small glance at her cute, dainty feet.

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Tristian outright refused to pick up on the lady's cue to give his name. Rather, he persisted with his arrogant attitude and insisted that the lightweight wrestler was a kid. Still, Rosie would keep herself composed, though she began to grow more apathetic and cold in her tone of voice and her posture.

"Oh? Why don't you show me what would make the fight so....unfair?" She asked, pausing to note that he was eyeing her bare feet, below.

"Do you by chance like what you see?" Soto asked while pointing her foot to the side, flexing it before circling back to a normal standing position. She'd smile for a second before swiftly raising that foot in an attempt to nail the blonde man squarely between the thighs with a Low Blow!

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Tristan blushed a bit at the movement of her foot and the girl's teasing. Shaking it off, he proceeded to answer the girl's questions. "I... I don't know what you're talking about!" The blonde awkwardly stuttered, before continuing. "And it's because you look like you weigh ninety pounds soaking wet and I'm like, twice your hei-UKR!" The blonde was rudely cut by that cute foot hitting his groin.

And like any man would do, Tristan got on his knees, his hands immediately grabbing his manhood and closed his eyes, in the hopes that it would somehow soothe the pain. It didn't work. Opening his right eye and still grimacing, he glared at the dirty fighter as best he could, more or less eye level with her now. "Y... you little fucking cunt!" He managed to spit out, still grimacing.

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Rosie was able to get the drop on the condescending foot fetishist. As soon as she was able to identify both his attitude and his weakness, the conniving lightweight girl had no reservations with putting him in his place! With Tristan now forced to kneel and meet the girl at eye-level, Rosie would begin to speak with fewer inhibitions.

"I'd care more about what you have to say if you weren't so weak..." Rosie explained in a nonchalant tone and attitude while grabbing hold of his blonde locks with one hand. Soto spoke this way because she had full confidence that she already had Aiden's number. She'd pull him down to the canvas headfirst, casually dumping him onto the mats like a sack of potatoes. The red-clad Canadian girl would choose to sit near his head and reach for both the man's wrists. Soto would use this leverage to press the soles of both her of dainty yet sturdy feet directly into his face for maximum foot action and humiliation! She made sure to pull hard on his arms and extend her legs completely for full effect!

"Should we have a formal match, I believe this might be one of the best moves to use against you...." She'd say, treating this encounter as more of a trial run than anything serious!

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Tristan continued to meekly groan, clutching his aching privates as the Canadian girl continued to mock him and grabbed a handful of his hair. “Hey you tramp! Hands off the hai-ARGH!” Tristan cried as the rude Canadian threw his head down, his chin slamming into the canvas. Tristan could only briefly groan as the tiny terror grabbed his arms and placed her petite feet on his face. “Hmmphhh!” Tristan moaned into her soles as his arms were painfully stretched.

The blonde fighter’s flushed in humiliation… and a bit of joy from how his foe’s feet are effortlessly dominating him. Tristan began to give into his baser desires as he started to take a few sniffs of the girl’s feet.

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Tristan's arrogant attitude made him as good s target as any for Rosie's chastisement. Bullying the nonsensical came almost naturally to the petite wrestler. Rosie's perceptive, manipulative nature helped zero in on Aiden's weakness in no time at all. Yet, as she tugged his wrists and pressed her feet against the man's face, it would only just now Dawn on her exactly how susceptible he was.

"Ha! And of course on top of being weak you had to be a pervert. Truly shameful, Tristan. How'd you even get into LAW?" Rosie berated him in a calm, composed manner. She'd fully extend her legs and press her soles and toes against the blonde boy's nose and mouth before abruptly letting go. She would then sit up. With her knees bent and her legs still in front of Tristan, Rosie would cup her cheek with one hand while looking down on her impromptu sparring partner both literally and figuratively. She'd position her feet by his face and slap his head to and fro between was of her feet casually kicking him to see if this meager attack alone was enough to keep him at bay.

"We've been fighting for about 15 seconds now and I've already figured out how to best you. I guess my only ill fortune here is that we didn't happen to meet in an official match.....tell me, Tristan. How does it feel to be reduced to a drooling, powerless foot slave by a little girl half your size?" Rosie mocked condescendingly in a half-bored, monotone voice.

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Tristan was in contradictions of emotions. For the most part, he hated the position he was in. Getting blindside with a cheap shot and now he was at the mercy to a pint-sized terror. He gave a few soft moans as she stretched her cute petite over his face, her toes and soles “marking” him, chiding him for “being a pervert”. But at the same time... he knew a part of him enjoyed it

The woman soon stopped, sitting up as Tristan lie prone. The blonde glared at his raven haired foe. The bitch cupped her face in a faux thinking position. The little tyrant probably imagined herself as some queen.

Suddenly, Rosie began to bat his face around with her small feet. Back and forth, not unlike a cat playing with a yarn ball.

”OOF! AGH!” Tristan cried while her merciless feet toyed with him. He glared at her. She was right, this was pathetic… but maybe he can work that to his advantage.

The blonde would attempt to use his now free arms to grab Rosie’s legs to give Ms. Soto a much needed wake-up call. Sure, he'd be lying if he said he hated what she was doing the whole time, but now he was going to show Rosie that there was a reason why he was in LAW.