Reunited Titans: Aleksey Zalazof and Gunloc Take on L.A.W.! Aleksey Zalazof (D) vs Jobber Joe.

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Standard Match

Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin or submission from the opponent. Standard Rules apply.

Aleksey Zalazof

As Aleksey Zalazof steps into the brightly lit arena of L.A.W., his heart races with anticipation. He's ready to make his mark on this new stage, but amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, one stands out—a familiar figure from his past.

Standing at the entrance ramp, a rugged and determined man clad in blue wrestling gear catches Aleksey's eye. It's none other than his former tag team partner, Gunloc, a powerhouse in his own right from the renowned C.W.A!

Gunloc

Aleksey's face breaks into a wide grin as he strides over to Gunloc, their history flooding back in a rush of camaraderie and shared triumphs.

"Gunloc!"

Aleksey's voice booms over the crowd, the excitement evident in his tone.

"What are you doing here?"

Gunloc extends a hand, clasping Aleksey's in a firm shake.

"I heard you signed with L.A.W., my friend. Couldn't miss the chance to see your debut match. Besides, where you go, I go."

A sense of warmth and gratitude washes over Aleksey. Despite the fierce competition that lies ahead, knowing he has Gunloc by his side fills him with confidence.

"Thank you, comrade,"

Aleksey says, a hint of emotion tingeing his words.

"Your support means the world to me. Let's show them what we're made of, just like old times."

With a nod of agreement, Gunloc grips Aleksey's shoulder, a silent vow passing between them. As they step into the arena together, united once more, the crowd erupts in cheers, eager to witness the reunion of two wrestling titans!

And now! Making his official debut! Coming to the ring, From Moscow, Russia! With a weight of 260 pounds! Aleksey Zalazof!

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As Aleksey Zalazof strides purposefully toward the ring, Gunloc follows closely behind. Aleksey's intense seriousness radiates from every step, his focus unbreakable as he prepares to face his opponent, Jobber Joe.

With Gunloc at his side, Aleksey exudes an aura of intimidation, his eyes locked on the squared circle with a fierce intensity. The crowd falls silent, a hush descending over the arena as they sense the two walking titans.

As they reach the ring apron, Aleksey pauses for a moment, exchanging a silent nod with Gunloc, a silent understanding passing between them. With a resolute nod, Aleksey ascends the steel steps, stepping through the ropes with purpose. He would survey the ring and spot his opponent, Jobber Joe who had already finished his enterance prior.

[Maledomfan]

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Jobber Joe's heart pounds in his chest like a drumbeat of impending doom as he watches Aleksey Zalazof approach the ring with Gunloc at his side. From his vantage point in the ring, Aleksey towers over him, his imposing figure casting a shadow that seems to stretch across the entire arena.

As Jobber Joe takes in Aleksey's muscular frame and intense demeanor, a cold shiver runs down his spine. This isn't what he signed up for. Management had assured him it would be an easy match, a chance for him to shine in the spotlight. But now, faced with the reality of his opponent, Jobber Joe realizes he's been deceived.

Aleksey's presence exudes an aura of confidence and power that Jobber Joe can't help but cower before. The Russian wrestler's intense seriousness sends a wave of fear coursing through Jobber Joe's veins, his earlier bravado crumbling in the face of such overwhelming strength.

With each step Aleksey takes toward the ring, Jobber Joe's apprehension grows, he starts shaking in his boots, and his mind racing with thoughts of the punishment he's about to endure. He can practically feel the impact of Aleksey's strikes before the match has even begun, the anticipation of pain weighing heavy on his shoulders.

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As Aleksey Zalazof steps through the ropes and into the ring, his gaze fixes unwaveringly on Jobber Joe, his opponent for the match. Despite the disparity in their physical stature, Aleksey's expression remains stoic and impassive, his mind focused solely on the task at hand.

Observing Jobber Joe from across the ring, Aleksey feels a twinge of pity mixed with a hint of disdain. He knows the management likely set up this mismatch in an attempt to showcase his dominance, but to Aleksey, it feels like a wasted opportunity for a true test of skill and strength.

As Aleksey approaches Jobber Joe, his imposing presence looms over the smaller wrestler, casting a shadow that seems to engulf him entirely. With a subtle tilt of his head, Aleksey locks eyes with his opponent, his stare piercing at the poor Jobber's soul.

The intensity of Aleksey's gaze serves to intimidate Jobber Joe, the weight of his scrutiny bearing down on him like a physical force. Aleksey makes no effort to hide his contempt for the situation, his disdain evident in every measured movement.

Only when the referee intervenes, ordering both wrestlers to their respective corners to officially start the match, does Aleksey relent, breaking eye contact with Jobber Joe but not before leaving an indelible impression of his dominance upon him. As the match begins in earnest, Aleksey's focus remains razor-sharp as he prepares to prove his superiority in the ring.

[Maledomfan]

With trembling legs, Jobber Joe mutters to himself in French, "Mon Dieu, pourquoi suis-je venu ici?" The weight of the situation bears down on him, his earlier confidence now replaced by a deep sense of regret and apprehension.

As the bell rang, signaling the start of this contest, he approaches Aleksey Zalazof, Jobber Joe attempts to mask his fear with a nervous smile, hoping to lighten the mood and diffuse some of the tension in the air. "Hey there, big guy," he says, his voice wavering slightly. "You sure they didn't mix up the opponents? I mean, I'm pretty sure I signed up for a different match."

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As Jobber Joe nervously attempts to lighten the mood with a shaky joke, Aleksey Zalazof's response is not one of amusement, but rather a low, menacing growl that cuts through the air like thunder.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.....

[Maledomfan]

Jobber Joe's attempt at humor crumbles beneath the weight of the Russian wrestler's intimidating presence. With a nervous laugh, Jobber Joe takes a cautious step back, his eyes darting around the ring in search of an escape route.

"Ha ha, yeah, you know, they probably got the wrong Joe," Jobber Joe stammers, his voice trembling with fear. "I mean, there's gotta be another Joe around here somewhere, right?"

His attempt to defuse the tension falls flat, the desperation in his voice betraying his true feelings. As he edges towards the ropes, a desperate hope blossoms within Jobber Joe's chest—a hope of slipping away unnoticed, of escaping the inevitable beatdown that awaits him in the ring.

"Look, I'll check in with management because I believe there is an error and..."

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As Jobber Joe nervously edges towards the ropes, his words trailing off in a feeble attempt to escape the impending confrontation, Aleksey Zalazof's patience wears thin. With a another growl in Russian, he cuts off Jobber Joe's sentence, his voice brooking no argument.

"Трус, вернись сюда!"

Aleksey's voice commanded and before the puny Frenchman can react, Aleksey's strong hands grabbed him, pulling Joe forcibly back into the ring with a strength that leaves him gasping for breath.

With pure brute strength, Aleksey executes a Biel Throw, sending Jobber Joe hurtling through the air and across the ring!

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[Maledomfan]

With a groan, Jobber Joe slowly rises to his feet, his body aching from the impact of Aleksey's Biel Throw. As he staggers upright, his movements exaggerated in a desperate attempt to buy himself some time.

Clutching at the ropes for support, Jobber Joe sways unsteadily, his breathing labored as he tries to shake off the lingering effects of the brutal throw. Every movement sends jolts of pain, but he refuses to give in to the agony, his pride wounded but not yet broken.

"Viva la France!" he exclaims with theatrical flair, his voice cracking with strain as he attempts to rally himself and the crowd behind him. It's a feeble attempt at bravado, but Jobber Joe refuses to go down without a fight, no matter how futile it may seem. With a wild, telegraphed swing, Jobber Joe charges at Aleksey Zalazof, his punch more comedic than threatening as he throws caution to the wind in a desperate bid to turn the tide of the match

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As Jobber Joe's wild punch sails through the air, Aleksey Zalazof effortlessly sidesteps the clumsy attack, his expression unchanging as he watches his opponent's desperate attempt at offense.

Seeing an opening from Jobber Joe's silly mistake of a punch, Aleksey delivers a stiff punch of his own that lands squarely on Jobber Joe's jaw!

POW!

[Maledomfan]

As Aleksey deftly sidesteps Jobber Joe's wild punch, Aleksey wastes no time in capitalizing on his opponent's mistake. Aleksey delivers a stiff punch that lands squarely on Jobber Joe's jaw. With a dramatic flourish, Jobber Joe flops to the mat, his body contorting in exaggerated agony. As the referee checks on him, Jobber Joe immediately attempts to rise to his feet, his legs wobbling beneath him like gelatin. With each step, he staggers towards the corner of the ring, seeking refuge away from Aleksey.