Blaise won a single match. One match! One match against a LAW girl on television, and every jaw was on the floor. His meticulous record of straight losses has been destroyed! The management at his federation was too stunned to even realize what was happening when a contract was slid in front of them. Not only did Blaise win a match, but someone - someone who
actually knew his abysmal record - wanted him in their federation. Without collecting their jaws or even looking at the contract, the management signed away their rights to the spunky teen.
Blaise was happy to jump ship. It wasn't because he didn't enjoy doing things in his federation - he's liked every federation he's been in! But this one was a new brand of LAW, one that focused on mixed matches. Blaise doesn't consider himself a pervert, but
come on. What sane guy would pass on that? Granted, he expected it to just be about the wrestling itself. You know, tangle with a girl, pin her down, soak in the glory.
Oh no. The higher-ups had other things in mind for the young Mr. Cameron.
"
A what now?"
That was his response when he was told the match stipulation. One contender owns the other for a day!? But-.. but-.. that doesn't seem normal! Is that even legal? Is this slavery!? What if his opponent is a complete jerk!? The end result is precisely the one the management was hoping for: Blaise determined in himself to not lose.
"
And here's your gear for the day," said the representative, holding forth a navy blue speedo.
Still with that determined look on his face, Blaise responded in the most reasonable way possible: "
The Hell you say to me?"
Fastforward to now!
Wearing naught but a speedo and a perpetual blush, the athletic teen stands behind the opposite curtain to Alice's entrance. Her music seems so... what's the word he's looking for? Maybe he should've checked out his opponent before the match begins. But the audience seems to like her well enough. He's the interloper here, what with wagging his big ol' Y-chromosome in everyone's faces. He'll have to work harder to win them over!
He first lines of his themesong hit what LAW is charitably calling their 'arena for the day', and when the electric guitar kicks in, he throws back the curtain! Stepping forward, he raises his right fist into the air with a weak, sheepish smile. Sure, his typical trunks aren't much more coverage, but just the nature of speedos being, well,
speedos, is throwing him. "
Aheh, yeah, I know, I know...," he murmurs to himself as the audience gives him a mixed reaction of polite and dismissive.
He trots to the ring in a hurry, anxious for this moment to end. On his route there, he spots the bikini-clad blonde with the big blue eyes and-
'
Oh, wow, she's really cute-'
Wham. He trots directly into a turnbuckle.
Further embarrassed, Blaise staggers back a step and shakes his head. Foregoing his usual showmanship, he scrambles between the ropes and into his corner, eyes glued to his opponent. His mouth opens a few times to shout something to her, but nothing clever comes to mind; just the match stipulation, over and over again. Getting her for a day could be fun. But only if she's into it. She would be, right? Otherwise, she'd duck out! Right? Wait, why didn't he?
The referee-girl seems content, having inspected him for foreign objects. She may have taken a few liberties with her inspection, however, eliciting a surprised yelp from Blaise. She flails an arm to signal the bell to begin, then motions the two competitors to the center of the ring to get things underway!
*DING*
Blaise has a halting start, but soon finds his footing, moving towards the center of the ring with his arms raised a bit, fingers splayed, inviting the girl to lockup with him.
