Tristan vs. Kyle: Fan girl service!

[xalex]

Match type:
Standard
Winning condition:
Pin, submission, ko, ring out or dq.

Fighter

Tristan


Vs.

Kyle

The boy with the pink hair would stand backstage stretching his arms a little bit. It was a long time since he had a match, he was kind looking forward to it. Today he was fighting against a really handsome boy. He was really looking forward to this match, with a smirk on his face he would dream a little bit about it. He did see some footage of the other fighter and knew how fight and what good of a fighter he was. That was great. Kyle wasn´t carrying if his opponent was a male or a female as long as they were great fighters. And when they were handsome that was another bonus for him. The boy would lean forwards and touch his toes for a moment to stretch and get ready. Afterwards he would stand up and grab the shirt he was wearing and pulled it over his head in a fast and swift movement before throwing it away. The boy was now standing there only in his shorts, slowly jumping up and down. His naked feet would feel cold on the concrete floor. Soon he would notice some looks from the female stuff workers, what only made him smirk.
Suddenly he would get a hand sign from one of the other stuff workers to walk forward to the stage. Kyle would get right into the entrance area and would wait for his music to hit. Out of my way-One Lap would play through the speakers loudly. The boy would smirk and step out of the backstage area into the open. He would stand there for a moment looking into the full house. He wouldn´t get used to that feeling of law, being one total different to the dirt pit he fought in before. The boy would then start tension up his body a little bit to give his muscle upper body some more contrast, slowly he would lift his hands behind his back posing for the crowed for a few moments. The fans would reward him with some cheering and clapping. Afterwards he would start to walk down the ramp slowly and letting his shoulders circle a bit. He might be playing cool right now, but as closer he was getting to the ring the more his heart was dropping into his pants. His own weight was getting more and more heavy. When he was standing next to the ring he would jump up with her knees onto the apron before using the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. Kyle would smirk before jumping over the top rope into the ring. He would look around a bit before posing one more time brining his hands together over his head and lifting them up higher and higher again getting some loud cheering from the fans, mostly the female part of it.


"Introducing first standing tall with 5’10” and brining 190 lbs to the ring, he is coming from New Mexico USA… Kyle Preze!”

[overlordofkings]

Tristan stretched backstage as he started to warm-up for his next match. This one was going to be a rarity in LAW, since it was going to be a male vs. male match!

”Fangirls, eat your heart out,” Tristan thought, a small smirk on his face. He hadn’t had much luck fighting the fairer sex. Maybe this might be the match with his hand raised in victory.

Metallica’s “Ride the Lightening” began to play as a stagehand shouted, ”Alden! You’re up!

Tristan nodded and made his entrance to the cheering (mostly high pitched) crowd. It was showtime.

Guilty as charged
But damn it, it ain't right
There is someone else controlling me
Death in the air
Strapped in the electric chair
This can't be happening to me
Who made you God to say
I'll take your life from you
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the flames

”And his opponent, making his way to the ring, from San Diego, California…. This is Tristan Alden!” Misa said, blushing a bit herself.

Appearance

Tristan smirked as he continued to absorb the cheers, moving to the ring. He jumped up on the apron and over the ropes, posing for the crowd. Mind as well give the ladies what they paid for.

The blonde then laid eyes on his opponent and blushed himself. The pink haired boy was a fighting Adonis, well-toned and beautiful. Tristan blushed harder when he noticed that his opponent shared his “fashion sense.”

Tristan walked up to him, offering a hand. ”You’re my opponent huh?” Tristan asked, examining him once more. ”Well here’s to a good match… and for giving the crowd what they want,” he joked.

[xalex]

Kyle would smirk when he would hear his opponent joking right there. He would look at him with a playful look on his face. He would then reply. “yeah lets give our best tonight for them… and to figure out who is the better one between us!” he would say reaching out with his hand for a handshake. HE would try to show some good sportsmanship that way. When the two shook hands kyle would walk away from him and got to his corner waiting for the bell to ring.

As soon as that happened he would pull his arms in front of his face for a boxer like position. He would start to close in the distance towards his opponent. HE would keep a close look on Tristan over his fists.

As soon as he was at the right distance her would shoot forwards. Wasting no time he send a punch right at his opponents chest before he would try to follow this up with a hook coming towards his side.

[overlordofkings]

Tristan smirked as he shook the fellow American's hand. "Don't worry, we'll give it our best tonight. Even if we both know that I'm the better one," Tristan teased as he winked at his foe. He followed Kyle's lead, the blonde moving to his corner and waiting for the bell to ring.

And it didn't take long for Tristan to hear a few dings. And as soon as he did, he advanced towards Kyle. The pink haired man approached him, fists up, causing Tristan to snicker.

"You know, this is wrestling, not boxing ri-OOF!" Tristan tried to quip before one of those fists hit his chest and the other his side.

Grunting, Tristan will try to take a few steps back, giving himself some distance so he can try to form a counter attack!

[xalex]

Kyle´s aggressive form was paying off already. He landed a few very good strikes on his opponent and forced him to back off. This was great. He could use this for his advantage. He was rushing at his opponent right away not allowing him to get up a defensive position or go for any counter. Kyle would try to rush at his opponent but was jumping right by him instead of going right at him. The American fighter would pull up his knee with as much speed as he could. He was putting his weight in form of his momentum into this knee strike as well as all the strength of his leg. This way he tried to stun Tristan to go behind him. The pink haired fighter would put his arms below the armpit of Tristan and pull him upwards trying to force him into a standing position, before the hands of his would unite right behind the neck of Tristan. This way Kyle tried to lock in a full nelson and immobilize his opponent.

[overlordofkings]

The match had only started and already the blonde was on the back foot. Nor did it help that Kyle wasn't giving him a single moment to regroup and counterattack. "Great start as always Tristan..." The blonde sardonically thought as he continued to back peddle away from his pinkette foe.

"Don't let up, do y-UGH!" A swift knee to the gut ended Tristan verbal jab as he forcibly doubled over. And even then, Kyle continued to press his advantage as he slipped by Tristan and proceeded to slink his arms under the blonde's armpits and put his hands together in a butcher's lock in a full nelson.

"Grah!" Tristan groaned as he tried slither his way out of the hold.

[xalex]

Kyle would smirk while he would try to keep the hold in tight… This Full nelson was a great move for control alone but not soo much for doing damage… but what bad would some domination do? And after all he had fun right now. The pink haired boy would lean backwards a little bit trying to force his opponent to press his back onto his chest while also arching backwards. After a few seconds Kyle would suddenly let go of the arms of Tristan and had his own arms going downwards on the body of his opponent he would wrap them around the waistline of Tristan next going for a rear waist lock. The boy smirked and lifted the blond off the ground just enough to have his feet stop touching the ground. Then kyle would turn around and throw Tristan chest first down to the floor of the ring while smiling.

[overlordofkings]

Tristan grunted and squirmed as the pinkette boy toyed with him in the full nelson. Kyle wasn't putting much pressure in it, which the blonde was thankful for. Still, that was a small silver lining in the cloud that Kyle had complete control over him. A few seconds passed as Kyle revealed in his domination over Tristan.

Still, the blonde used this time to stop struggling and relax, trying to gain as much energy as possible. Unfortunately, Kyle had other plans as he then lifted the blonde up, Tristan's sweaty, glistening back rubbing up against Kyle's chest. This got a high pitched cheer from the crowd as Kyle deftly let go of the full nelson, trading it for a waist lock.

"Huh? Wh-AAHH!" A confused Tristan cried as Kyle slammed his chest down in the mat, the high pitch cheers growing louder. "Urgh!" Tristan grunted, as he tried to prop himself up so he could worm his way out of the pinkette's grasp.

[xalex]

The pink haired boy would feel how his opponent was wiggling… he tried to slip out of this hold… and he was actually slipping away. The Mexican fighter would feel how his opponent was grinding his way away from him. Kyle would change his plan directly and tried to let go of him and grab one of his feet. He would try to pull that leg close to his own body and turn it a little bit. This way he tried to twist the leg of his opponent and make him suffer stepping up his game. Meanwhile the foot of Tristan was really close to kyles face.

[overlordofkings]

"Ngh!" Tristan grunted as the Mexican fighter would try to keep ahold of the blonde. The cheers in the crowd became higher pitched as the two chiseled bodies meshed against each other for any advantage. In the end, it was Kyle that came out on top once more, getting the blonde in a single leg grape. "GAAAH!" He cried as intense pain flared in his leg.