Masculine Pride- Lex vs Max[D]!

[SubtleRoar]

*After having conquered Tomoya without breaking a sweat, Lex was treated to a deluge of fight requests from various wrestlers all across the LAW landscape. After having sifted through the vast majority of them, the self-appointed genius decided on one male in particular. He was called "Count Maxwell Peitrpound Silvermane" and Lex imagined that he'd be just as insufferable as his name was long.* "Oh, I have to fight this conceited twit. I would be doing myself a disservice if I passed up such a golden opportunity to send this troglodyte out on a stretcher." *He chuckled, cracking his knuckles while trying to determine the best way to inflict the most amount of damage within the allotted time.*

*While having grown quite fond of his bronze and gold attire over the years, Kieda had generously whipped him up a new outfit that would help accentuate his muay thai proficiency while maintaing a sheik appeal.* "Hmm...this looks odd, but I can't deny that I feel much lighter." *He continued to glare at himself in the mirror, unable to decide how he felt about this aberrant style. Nonetheless, he ambled towards the ring entrance and patiently waited for his music to play, signaling for him to make his grand entrance.*

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*Once he was within eyesight of the live audience, the reaction he received was a confluence of utter shock and mockery.* "Woah, he looks so serious!" *He could hear someone shout as he approached the vacant ring.* "What, is he some type of anime character?!" *A drunken observer hollered, causing him to snicker under his breath. He hadn't really thought of it, but given the absurdity of his outfit, he almost resembled a fictitious, male protagonist.*

*Once the audience had died down, he slipped himself into the ring and folded his arms in anticipation of his opponent.* "Hmm...I certainly hope he's ready for me." *Lex grumbled, still trying to break in his new ensemble.*

[Tettykins]

"And we've just received word that Count Maxwell has arrived and is making his way- there he is! There he is! The Countout Count!" the announcer would shout.

And with that, from the loudspeakers, "March of the Cambreadth" would blast forth, and from the back would march a young, handsome man wearing golden trunks with lavender stripes on either side, with matching knee boots, a scarlet, fur-trimmed cape billowing behind as he marches down to the ring, pyros blasting out displays that form the Union Jack in the air. As he reaches the ring, the fit, blond haired noble would flick the brooch of his cape loose, and drape it over the corner, revealing a mic in his hand. He'd hop onto the turnbuckles, and hold a hand out to the crowd, waiting for several seconds, before holding the mic to his mouth.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you for such a loving welcome, my -absolutely- majestic fans! It is such a delight to see you all here, cheering me on today. It saddens me to admit that I'm going to enjoy putting this 'Lee' chap on his back, and make him beg for my forgiveness, for his crass and impolite attitude, but I have no doubts that it's going to be a fantastic match, and all that matters if that YOU all enjoy it, my lovely friends! So let's be polite, and give this poor wanker a proper greeting when he gets here, eh?"

And with that, he'd toss the mic to the announcers table as his manager pours him a cup of tea to sip while he waits.

[SubtleRoar]

*Now, Lex could completely omit the eccentric opening he had just witnessed, he could even forgive how absurdly grandiose his attire appeared to be, but having deliberately pronounced his name incorrectly? That was a cardinal sin of the highest caliber, and one that Max was going to pay for in spades.* "Lee? Seriously?" *He muttered through clinched teeth, already beginning to contemplate on how he was going to dismantle the pompous twat that stood across from him inside of the squared circle.*

*Shaking off the nonsensical display this British dunderhead was putting on, Lex trotted towards the center of the ring before promptly gesturing for Max to join him.* "Hey, I don't have all day. Stop dawdling and get your ass over here already." *The silver bullet narrowed his eyes, almost as if he was honing in on his target before the encounter even began.* "Or did you intend to merely sip tea and gawk at my gorgeous physique all day?"

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*Within minutes, Lex had started to whip the restless crowd into a frenzied chant.* "Get it on! Get it on!" *They ubiquitously screamed, trying to coax both combatants into testing one another's fighting prowess's. All the while, Lex was continuously gesturing for Max to engage him in the most condescending way he could possibly think of- By bending his hand towards him, indicating his preparedness for whatever Max had in store!*

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[Tettykins]

Maxwell would set his tea down on it's platter, and turn to face Lex, and laughs, LAUGHS at the boy, if you can believe it! He'd raise his hands, and strut out to square off with Lex, as the bell sounds off, moving to go for a shoulder and elbow tie up with the other guy.

"You're gonna regret stepping up to this fight, yank, I promise ya that.

And with that. he'd open the fight off with a boot for Lex's gut, hoping to double him up for some follow up work, planning to try and go for a quick snap powerbomb should the kick succeed!

(Apologies for the short post. I'm in the process of recovering from some medical concerns.)

[SubtleRoar]

*Having come to rely on his cunning and guile to lure his opponents into a trap, it appeared as though Max had more to offer than the typical riffraff he had grown accustomed to facing. His boot slammed into his stomach, coaxing out an audible grunt from the haughty genius as he stumbled backwards!*

"Hnnh..n..not bad..." *Lex begrudgingly admitted, quickly whipping himself in a hastened motion to try and land a spinning backfist against Max's mandible!* "But I will always be better." *His cadence was indicative of just how confident he was in himself to emerge victorious, wether or not Max agreed was something he cared little about; this wasn't going to be a contest of who's the strongest, this was going to be a demonstration of his newly developed fighting acumen!*

[Tettykins]

Max would chuckle as the kick lands, and as he reaches for Lex, to set up for the powerbomb, he'd feel his head jogged sideways by the backfist, staggering a few steps sideways as he was struck.

Reacting with aplomb, he'd root his feet, and lurch back in towards Lex, at first looking like he planned for another tie up, but ducking low, one arm crooked to defend against any kicks, while his other would try to loop around his opponent, and attempt to spear him backwards onto the ropes!

Should that work, Lex would get treated to a few heavy shoulder thrusts to his middle, Max's logic being the ladies love seeing cute guys gasping in pain, and a lack of breath will make this uppity bastard easier to plant on the canvas!

[SubtleRoar]

*Satisfied that his surprise attack managed to land, the silver bullet squandered little time in attempting to capitalize on his wounded target. However, just as he was about to reclaim the offensive advantage, Max proved his persistency by rushing him against the dangling ropes and trying to keep him pinned!*

"Ggrrh!" *Lex stifled an anguished breath, refusing to let his opponent gain the upper hand by trying to roll himself sideways and out of Max's range. This fight was going sideways faster than he had anticipated, and he wasn't about to be usurped by some pompous twit so easily.* "Hmm, I suspected as much." *Before his body bounced off the cables, he ducked sideways and launched his left foot towards Maxwell's maw for a super kick!*

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"Your voice is unbearable. Hopefully this will put an end to your intolerable nagging." *Lex triumphantly stated as he thrust the bottom of his boot directly against Max's face, his entire body rotating in tandem to try and crush his facial region beneath his foot.*

[Tettykins]

Max would grrrf in surprise as he missed the follow up shoulder slams, and thankfully takes the kick on the bicep, though the force is enough to send him staggering sideways, clinging to the rope with one hand for balance, and attempting to bring himself upright and circle back towards center ring, puffing softly for breath after the quick, rough exchange, and shakes his arm out, grinning at Lex with smug satisfactioin.

"Well, well, not half bad for a Yank. Let's go ahead and start some proper rumbling, and see how you hold up though." He'd tease, bringing his arms back up into a grappling guard.

[SubtleRoar]

*While slightly disappointed that he had missed his mark, Lex refocused himself on his target while bouncing on the balls of his feet to retain his fleeing momentum.* "Hmm? They don't throw kicks where you're from?" *He asked, puzzled at his opponents remark. Surely that move was universally accepted as a means of fighting across the world, but perhaps this individual was the sole exception. Regardless, if he wanted to brawl, Lex was happy to oblige.*

"Since you're new here, I'll indulge your request." *Wasting little time in an effort to sever Max's recuperation time, Lex rushed forward to try and bulldoze his opponent into the corner, charging in at a blistering fast pace to augment his damage output!*

[Tettykins]

Maxwell would laugh at Lex's question, and forcing himself back upright, and grins wide as Lex charges as him, bracing his feet to accept the rush, and whuffing as he's slammed into, but as they crash to the mat, he'd bring his feet up, and with a shout, give a massive shove upwards, hoping to monkey flip the smaller man straight up and over him, maybe onto the ropes iif they're close enough, but the canvas would suit the Brit just fine as it i! "They throw plenty!" he'd reply to the boy's question, as he rolls to all fours after the monkey flip.