L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Kyle would smirk as he heard the screams of pain form his opponent. He would try to increase the screaming a bit more and hoped to lift up the hips from his opponent to pull the legs apart even more and at the same time to give the crowed a better view at this whole situation. The Mexican fighter didn´t think this was enough to win this match but maybe it would be enough to slow his opponent down and give him the advantage her needed later.

"GRRAAAHHHH! AARRRGGGHHH!" Tristan cried as his pinkette foe put more pressure on the hold. "This guy knows his submission holds. I don't think I can break this hold on my known. I gotta reach for the ropes!" Tristan thought. And with that strategy in mind, the blonde frantically attempted to reach the ropes.

Kyle was sure that he could end this match right here, but suddenly he would hear a loud scream. He turned his head and saw that the referee was yelling at him about a rope break. The boy would look at him at shock before looking up the body of his opponent to see that his fingertips were able to touch the bottom rope.
The Mexican fighter would let go of the legs of his opponent and he would flip back to his feet walking backwards away form Tristan. He would wave at his opponent signalling him to get back up and fight him.

"Ugh... not bad," Tristan said, as he used the ropes to get back up. It might've been seen as a sign of weakness... which the blonde was counting on! He hoped that his Latino foe would attack, overextending himself so that Tristan can mount a counter attack.

Kyle would shoot forwards like an angry bull, not wanting to give away any chance or opening. He would try to rush his opponent and when he was close enough he would lift his right arm upwards high going for a fast bullet punch against the head of his opponent trying to punch him hard and fast hoping that he was able to push him backwards into the ropes. With the back against the ropes Kyle would have a perfect chance to work him over and weaken him some more for later. Kyle put a lot of momentum behind this punch and wouldn´t be able to stop himself.

Tristan couldn't help but smirk at his charging opponent. The pinkette played right into Tristan's hands and he was now going to spring the trap. So, as Kyle bull rushed Tristan, the blonde would attempt to duck his opponent (resisting the urge to say "ole"), holding the top rope as he did so, forcing the Mexican wrestler to fall outside the ring.

Kyle would hope that the ring ropes would catch him but they wouldn´t be there… instead of falling into them he would be falling over them. He would tumble down out of the ring and onto the floor of the ring. He would spin around completely on his way down and drop onto his front, hands and knees smashing into the hard floor outside of the ring. He would try to roll forwards to catch some of the momentum and take the fall easier but wasn´t able to do that, ending up leaning against the barricade and groaning in pain.

Tristan panted, smirking as he glanced down at Kyle. He then slid down to the apron, walking over to his foe.

"One!" The referee yelled, initiating the ten count.

Tristan sauntered over to the pinkette, reaching out to try and grab a hold of the Latino. If he succeeded, he would try to put Kyle in a front facelock, and then drop back, trying to hit Kyle with a DDT on the outside.

Kyle would look up to see his opponent close in. he would try to get ready and put his arm itno a fighting stand and trying to get up only to be pulled forwards. His opponent would place his head under the his strong arms and kyle would be trapped in a strong front headlock. The Mexican fighter wouldn´t like that and tried to fight back pushing into the abs and belly of his opponent with his hand. He tried to shove Tristan away but Tristan was suddenly throwing himself backwards. Kyle was pulled along and smashed down headfirst into the ground screaming out in pain loudly. His head would hit the ground hard and the world turn dark for a moment as he would roll away from his opponent only groaning and laying there motionless.

Despite the Latino's attempts to push Tristan off, his tanned hands over the blonde's ivory body (which caused a few high-pitched cheers), Tristan still managed to drive the pinkette's head into the matted floor! Tristan then got up, ignoring the small twinges of pain on his back. After all, Kyle was probably in a much worse spot.

"Five!" The referee cried, raising her hand to show all five fingers.

The blonde, now aware that he was only five more seconds from a count-out. The blonde briefly rolled into the ring and then out, resetting the count. With that business taken care of, Tristan would then saunter over to Kyle, attempting to grab ahold of the Latino and force him on his feet. If Tristan succeeded, he would then try to grab Kyle's head and attempt to slam it into the nearby barricade!