Getting off on Right Foot: Tristan Alden/Rosie Soto

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Despite Aiden's initial cockiness, he was being fully taken advantage of. Rosie prided herself on her perception and her wit. In no time at all, she had already learned the boy's weakness and used it to reduce him to a flustered, aroused, tame heap. But the feelings of conflict welling up within the blonde saw to it that he wouldn't simply embrace his fate! No, he glared at her with disdain. The hurt pride expressed in his eyes, his body language communicating that he was ready to pounce on Rosie and get some well-deserved revenge! Tristan grabbed the little lady's legs, seemingly looking to get serious and turn this sparring match around! Rosie's eyed widened as Tristan grew close. She leaned back as if trying to dodge, letting out an audible gasp of fear as she did. But while Tristan's movements and strength were nothing to shrug off, they were highly telegraphed in this moment, something Soto was eager to take full advantage of!

When Tristan reached forward, Rosie would lean back as she reached for his wrist with both hands! She'd spread her legs to set up for a move of her own, bending both of them while pulling in Tristan's upper body to quickly transition! Rosie would look to hook one of her legs over her foe's shoulder. She'd slide the shin of her free leg under Tristan's throat, situating her ankle beneath the back of her knee to lock in a Gogoplata, or as Rosie dubbed it for her own purposes as a finishing hold: "Rose Gold"!

Had things gone her way, Soto would wrap her fingers behind the back of Aiden's head, ruffling his hair as she did so while looking at him face to face and forcing eye contact with the smuggest, most condescending grin she had shown anyone at in the company thus far.

"Your face, boy." Rosie scoffed. "For a second you genuinely believed you were gonna get me! A whelp like you! Ha! That's rich!" She exclaimed uncharacteristically for her persona at LAW. Rosie wore a cute face and earned adoration with certain fans for her ability to pass as a face. It was only in moments like these where she had checkmate that she'd fully embrace her sadism and superiority complex, her true nature deep down.

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Tristan smirked when Rose moved back from him. Yeah, he had her now! The tiny terror's gasp of fear and shocked wide eyes increased Tristan's impetuousness as he continued to reach forward. It was high time he showed this brat who was boss.

Alas, Rosie had other plans, for the lithe joshi had other ideas. For, as he reached to grab her, Rosie grabbed his arm with both hands and used his own momentum against him by pulling him further in!

"Gah! What th-" Tristan gasped, but he didn't even have time finish as the lightweight wasted little time in hooking a leg over his shoulder as the other leg situated her shin under the blonde's throat, locking Tristan in a gogoplata!

The shin immeditatly began to pinch Tristan's trachea as bigger wrestler started to gasp for breathe. Grk...urg..." He choked out. Things were only made worse when she started to ruffle his golden locks and he was forced to stare at the most smug grin he'd ever seen. He glared at her as she continued to insult him.

"Erg! A...At least I'm not some midget with a Na-Napoleon complex!" He some how managed to shoot back, as his face began to turn red.

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Rosie smiled coldly as she pulled off her reversal. All things considered, she supposed it wasn't a total waste of time. On top of the practice information she gleamed today from learning of Tristan's oh-so-exploitable weakness to feet, she did enjoy the mini power trip that was this spar and what was shaping up to be this bout's conclusion. As she tightened the grip her legs had on Tristan's neck, she played with the hair on the back of the male wrestler's head and looked into his eyes with a satisfied smirk. The bend of the front of Soto's ankle rested squarely against Tristan's throat. Her foot and toes cradled the side of Alden's face. All that was left for Rosie was to indulge in watching him choke and slowly lose consciousness. She could swear she could feel him weakening already. He struggled to overcome the confines of the devasting chokehold, not to escape, but to simply utter a few words.

Rosie's smile turned to a frown upon hearing them. She immediately jerked his head forward, further choking the man to stifle further speech.

"A weakling like you talking down to me? Tell me, what's it feel like to get squashed by a midget with a Napoleon complex?" Rosie boasted while focusing in on Tristan's neck. She ceased toying with him. Rather than continue playing with his hair or caressing his head with her foot, the cocky lightweight would reach for the back of Tristan's neck and squeeze it while pushing his throat forward, even more harshly into her shin to maximize the potency of the hold! If Rosie managed to choke some life out of him and make him go limp, she'd release the hold and plant the sole of her bare right foot against his face to kick him off her person!

Soto was eager to get up and dust herself off. She had a couple more plans for Tristan. But she was in no mood to hear more insults from a challenger she held no regard for.

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Tristan reveled at the indignant look on Rosie’s face. He definitely touched a nerve. Sadly for the blonde, he didn’t get to enjoy his small victory as Rosie put full force in her hold. ”Hurgh! Gurk!” was all Tristan could gurgle out. He felt the air instead of him getting snuffed out as his face resembled a tomato rather than anything human.

He couldn’t even reply to her boasts as he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth agape and drooling as his tongue stuck out. A few seconds later, Rosie sent the poor blonde a one way ticket to La La Land.

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Seeing Tristan conked out lifted Rosie's mood a bit. She was still offended, but in her book, she had won and earned the right to say she was in the right here. Upon seeing the blonde boy's tongue roll out of his mouth, Soto was quick to release the hold. She tapped her foot against his face, seemingly more comfortable with ranting at him while he was subdued.

"The winner writes history, boy. You better remember this and hold your tongue next time you feel like getting smart with me.....Now....how to make the most of this?" The mischievous lightweight thought to herself as she rolled Tristan over onto his back. She smiled as she heard him snore and looked around to see a few passerbys stop to notice that a little lightweight girl knocked out a bigger, stronger man in the intergender roster. Rosie would rise up off the mats and pose triumphantly with her foot over Tristan's face. The sole of her bare foot covering the boy's nose and mouth while her toes dangled over his open mouth. She placed a hand on her hip and looked around at the staff and rookies who had taken notice, narrating her victory with a mousy, cute tone that Rosie defaulted to in an effort to seem like another cute face amongst her division rather than the wolf in sheep's clothing that she really was.

"Oh my! I did it! I really won! It's a good thing this boy is so crazy about feet! Foot fetishist are perverts! Deviants in the ring! But little Rosie Soto showed him who's boss! All it took was a little of this and a little of that." She'd say, attempting to publicly mock Alden and his base desires. Rosie would begin shoving her toes into his mouth, trying to force him to gag and show everyone exactly what she was talking about.

"He asked to spar just so he could lick my feet! There's websites and stuff for that! What a creep!" She exclaimed as folks pulled out their phones and took to social media to capitalize on Soto milking this.

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Minutes went by before the blonde felt himself come to. "Ugghhh..." Came a muffled groaned as Tristan woke to find the tiny tyrant's petite foot shoved in his mouth. Although he could only see Rosie and the gym lights, he heard the laughs of the crowd, as well as the shutter sounds from what were probably smart phones.

Sucking on her foot, the blonde growled as he heard Rosie call him a creep. And while he'd like nothing better to do then put this malevolent midget in her place, two things held him back from that idea.

The first was that he wanted to make sure that Rosie was caught completely off guard. And in order to make this ambush count, he would have to conserve his strength.

And the second thing... well, as much as he hated to admit it, but this malicious midget had some nice feet and he couldn't deny that he was completely hating this..

So, Tristan waited, continued to suckle Rosie's tired toes as he played possum, hoping to keep Rosie unaware before he could strike and turn the tables!

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Soto wasn't the expressive sort, at least when it came to getting business done, wrestling the matches, and winning the bouts. But when she did win, boy did she enjoy rubbing it in. The tiny tyrant had already attracted a small audience, maybe half a dozen or so. She'd look down at Tristan with a condescending, deceitful sneering grin on her face. Rosie dismissed Alden's suckling as an unconscious response. She treated the act, and the man himself like he were a baby sucking on the pacifier. Soto would soon pull her toes from his mouth and make her way towards the ropes. She'd go on to brag, putting her back towards Tristan, discounting him as knocked out and as fully impotent as she had made him out to be.

Rosie would lean on the ropes and smugly ask. "So did you losers get the memo? If you ever wanna get the drop on Rosie Soto. If you think I won't leave you asleep in the ring and unable to compete, just take a look at this sucker Tristan. What I did to him, I'll do to anyone that gets in my way." Rosie boasted, allowing a bit of her Napoleon complex to shine through before she finally got ready to tug on the middle rope and take her leave from the practice ring. All while being ignorant of the fact that Tristan was playing possum...

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A small pop sound echoed as Rosie withdrew her toes from his mouth. A sliver, but not insignificant, feeling of disappointment shot within the blonde as he could no longer taste the tiny tyrant's tired foot. Still, that would pale in comparison to the schadenfreude he'd get once he put the little bitch in her place.

So, as Rosie was about to walkways, that's when the blonde would strike. He'd attempt to grab one of her feet, the one that hadn't dominated his mouth preferably. If this succeeded, he'd then throw his legs around the gripped appendage in a grapevine!

"Cute story you had there Rosie. Too bad you left out the part with you kicking me in my fellas," Tristan would say as he'd extend the leg. He knew that hitting Rosie with a sneak attack wasn't doing his image any favors and hoped that the crowd would see through the malicious girl's lies.

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Nothing made Rosie's day like exploiting wrestlers that she seemed to be beneath her. The chance to drag Tristan's name through the mud in front of a small, impromptu audience was icing on the cake. Leave it to a genuinely evil heel to kink shame her way to her opponent's defeat and humiliation. Unfortunately for Rosie, however, her power tripping opened her up to what was perhaps her biggest weakness when it came to wrestling: her tendency to sometimes underestimate her opponents. And when she finished her haughty tirade and began to take her leave of Tristan and the practice ring, she'd be shocked to find the angry blonde boy very much pissed off and out for retribution against her!

"Eep!" Soto would yelp as she felt her leg grabbed. She'd look down to find Tristan practically chomping at the bit to get some revenge.

"You dare?!" Rosie replied as she tried to drop down and mount Tristan to get into position to rain a few forearms down on him to force him to loosen his grip!

"You can't salvage your rep! Be the good little boy and job out to Rosie today in the gym, and let me be on my way!"

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"I do dare! Sides, you played dirty first, you little witch!" Tristan replied, as he barely avoided her attempts to mount him as she fell and maintained the grapevine of her leg. He had to admit, Rosie was good. And she knew what she was doing. It didn't help that her feet were as cute as her. And well... a part of Tristan enjoyed being dominated and humiliated by her. She was a natural dom. It was a shame that was also a total and complete cheating bitch!

But now, none of that mattered. What mattered was punishing this little tyrant for humiliating him. "Not so fun when it's on the other foot now, is it?" Tristan taunted, as he put more pressure in the hold.