Match Stipulations: Victory is to be attained by Submissions only
Now this. This was more like it.
Although Anansi had fun with his match to Bast, he'd be the first to admit that running for your life in your debut was at least a little strenuous. Especially when your opponent all but doubled you in height, weight, power, and...yeah. Just best not to think about it. Because this match right here, oh, he was ready for this. Spider to Spider, submission to submission, yeah, he can work with this. After all, this match was much more in his wheelhouse. Sitting cross-legged on the top turnbuckle, the trickster, watched the front row mimic and airplay his entrance music. Rocking and blowing hot air like they were in the brass band themselves. So, ever the showman, Anansi raised up his hands and went to conduct the front row as he waved a whole lot of nonsense to them. Flapping his arms to and fro in any way he could. Conducting the audience like the world's weirdest ventriloquist as he awaited his opponent.
Thinking about the research he did, he knew the aristocrat knew his way around a submission hold, but also, he also saw that the rich boy was on a bit of a losing streak. Which one, great for him, means he might not have to worry. But, it also opens the door to desperation, if he was on a losing streak too...well let's just say his nickname might not just be the lovable kind of trickster. Turning his head to the camera, Anansi gave a playful grin before saying, "Come on out pretty boy, I swear I'm a kind and just god. I promise your loss will be quick, and easy, I guarantee!" He laughed holding his hand over his heart.
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