John Carnaby vs Eske Mal. Artist vs Writer

Standard match won via pinfall or submission.



The master of creation, John Carnaby was awaiting in the back for his next match. His win/loss record hadn't been the best so far, but since joining up with Ryan and Lucy to create the United Kingdom Elite. John had undergone intense training, like carry a truck tire on your back while you squat up a hill training.

Mr Knight was brutal in the application of it, but he knew what he was doing. John was in the peak of his fitness, the artist had always been rather slim. But now he was like a walking, talking form of the thinker. He was the right hand man to arguably the best British wrestler in his generation, and driver as well. Plus he had some fun matches, the one against the petite Japanese known as Rina Nioita for one.

"Mr Carnaby, your on in five." a stage hand informed the master of creation.

The young man nodded and donned his blue trenchcoat, he didn't know much of his foe here tonight. Other than it was supposed to be her debut, and was a writer. But more details were real thin, almost like it was supposed to be that way. But John wasn't worried, after all the Valkyries should be afraid of him and the UKE. So what's a quiet writer to him?

John made his way to the entrance ramp, his previous entrance had the usage of his 1957 Chevrolet bel air. But since then he was now driving a limo for Mr Knight and his Sister Lucy, and besides he didn't want those Valkyrie bitches even thinking of trying to wreck it. Cause if they did, his Grandfather's sprit would no doubt haunt them all the time.

Sticking his hands into his trademark trenchcoat, the lights in the arena went out. And then the theme of the United Kingdom Elite [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4i1UfqXpvUc:3789v71y]imperial code[/url:3789v71y] had begun to play. Once the guitar of the song hit the master of creation made his way out, he walked casually down the ramp. Smiling at the crowd, he had gotten quite a reaction.

The United Kingdom Elite had shaken the water since their inception, both good and bad was aimed at them. John walked up the iron steps and got into the ring, looking into a camera. The young man placed his hand on his chin, before placing his trenchcoat on the far right corner. Where he'd wait to see who he'd be going up against, John was confident here. All that training would need to pay off one day....

No sounds came from the locker room where Eske had been much of the day. It was odd when others passed her by, to only notice her upon their exit. She sat in the corner, her back to the wall, book in hand. She was reading. Eske had her nose burried deep. A small stack of book besides her. Only recently has she changed uo what she was reading. Eske had changed from reading mythology...To many books on various grappling scenarios, ways to correctly do submissions, and even....The dark and twisted eroticas of Sadomasochism. Eske dare not reread those again....

She stood up when the cheering for her opponent began to die down. She fixed her glasses so they wouldn't fall unless they were grabbed off of her face.

The melodic and calming tune of The Killing Moon by Echo & The Bunnymen played as Eske came out to fight. She looked around, a distinctive look of a blank face on her as she did. Setting sights on her opponent for the night, she eyed him from afar. A smirk, sligh, appears. Eske walked towards the man in a prideful manner. Steing into the ring, Eske simply nodded to him.

John was leaning back on the turnbuckle, quietly sizing up who he was to be facing tonight. Seemed like a nerdy sort of girl, kinda reminded him of a girl in his college class last year to be honest. The master of creation was certain she would be methodical, trying to take down the artist step by step. Well that was how John usually preferred to battle his opponents as well.

Mr Carnaby performed some light stretching, making sure he wasn't going to pull anything. John knew that even a single mistake could prove fatal in the squared circle, a lesson that he was taught by Ryan. Who had also become his art patron, John was getting money from his paintings and wrestling. Didn't expect that when he was just a wee lad getting stung by a beehive.

"Hey there, the name's John. John Carnaby, and welcome to tension. I heard your new, so do try and keep up. Because I can make a painting out of it." John said with a confident smile, the master of creation would then settle into his stance and wait for the bell to ring.

They both seemed to be doing the same thing. Sizing each other up from afar. Eske remains silent, seeing that he seemed confident in himself just by the way he stood. Eske was also taking notice in how he leans on the ropes.....As much as he thought he took this fight seriously, he didn't. This man, who went by John, was relaxed. If he were taking this seriously, he'd be at attention. He'd be analyzing her with deep eyes. He just seemed to be looking her over. Eske stays quiet, silent.

If Eske was mistaking John's casualness, both in his attire and attitude. Well she was dead wrong, John just wasn't showing it. He was more confident now, in peak shape and had a perfect life right now. In terms of morale John was higher than he ever was, and Eske would know that for certain.

Although he was a bit curious about Eske's silent reply, a tad strange to be sure. But he wasn't all that fazed, tension and the AFW in general attracted all sorts of odd people. Heck John's girlfriend was an albino, some people were repulsed by that. Although as an artist John found it exotic, with endearing mannerisms to boot!

So now the match was to get underway, and John had been settled into his stance. The master of creation had his arms out and hands ready to grab, a look of focus on his face. As soon as the bell rung John would edge towards Eske, before attempting a grab at the collar. If John was successful in this endeavour he'd attempt to fling Eske towards the ropes with an Irish whip.

Silence was not her way to win. Eske had won in the past with subtle ways. She had made others fear through more that inflicting pain. Though, knowing her opponent was an artist, there may be a chance for this to backfire....

The sounds of a bell ringing did not make Esle flinch, or move at all really. She would rather have John come to her. That was the way it should be, at least. She waits in silence and peircing eyes to cath him. She let him grab onto her collar. Eske brought up a hand to grab his wrist, andflip his hand over by grabbing his palm. With the bend of his elbow facing down, Eske threw a punch to make his arm bend the wrong way.

Even if John tried to let go, she would make him stay there, saying nothing.....Her eyes staring deep into his with a glare. Not just a mean glare. Her look meant: I hate you with every fiber of my being and more...

John was taken aback a bit, he hadn't expected to be countered so easily. His arm getting shifted, and a strike at his elbow. The artist's eyes widened in response, it seemed like this girl was as Mr Carnaby expected. A methodical type, if John wasn't careful then it looked like Eske could take him apart piece by piece.

"Ngh! Damm!" John yelped out, the move hurt sure. The master of creation met Eske's gaze with a scowl of his own, the girl thought he could play mind games with him? He knew not to rise to it, but rather take advantage of the situation. Using his height and power, Mr Carnaby would attempt to charge forward. To slam Eske into the corner, using his free hand to deliver a hard slap across the chest.

She looked into his eyes with that glare. Eske had not met someone with such a will. she had only read of them. But Johs, was he breaking the stereotype? Eske was shocked as he pushes her back into corner, which was not even that far away, just a foot or two away. A bit odd, but she only made wincing faces, no sound came out as she was pushed. And the faintest of gasps sounded from her mouth. It was light, like an angel's voice.

John was semi-okay, and had not pissed Eske off.....Until he slapped her chest, and her breast move ever so slightly. Her cheeks became a flush red, and she looked up to the artist with a scowl, barring her teeth at him. Her blush was light, and barely visible. But as close as John was, he could see it easily. She fights back and stomps hard on his foot, before throwing her palm forward into his stomach.

John was preparing to continue his assault, he decided it'd be best to keep wearing the girl down. He at least got a bit of a reaction out of her at least, clearly wasn't expecting that. It kinda surprised John to be honest, but the thought soon passed. After all tension was full of strange people, he was rather tame in comparison.

But again with the unorthodox offense, John let out a loud yelp of pain. The palm strike to his belly following through and forcing him onto his backside, John however quickly caught on and performed a backwards roll to gather some distance from Eske. As soon as he stood up John smirked and said "Not bad, but just stick around cute mute. Cause I'm full of surprises."

The artist decided to take a more defensive approach, it seemed Eske was good at attacks that could be considered "Unusual." John however was eager to see what she would do next, he was finding fun so far.

So much story. So much that needed to be read to understand this character. The man before her had the mystery and slight alure akin to a.....Watered-down version of Gatsby. Eske would not try to react to him calling her 'cute'. A stupid notion and area to try for. Eske's assion was for heroes of eics and adventures. Her alm had forced him back, but he quickly rebounds.

Eske moves to the left to get out of that corner and a bit forward to get away from the safety of ropes. She then moves to shift her body into a stance of defense. She was not going to risk comming at him. Not quite yet, at least...