Dave "Obsidian" Blake vs Jean Richards

Dave smiled, offering his hand to his opponent, "Glad to know AFW has wrestlers who fight fairly. You almost had me with the cobra clutch, a few more seconds and I would have been out."

"I'll keep that in mind for next time" Jean grinned, accepting the hand offered to help him stand up. The crowd seemed to have enjoyed the match judging from they cheered. They had better be, else the bruises wouldn't be worth it.

WINNER: DAVE "OBSIDIAN" BLAKE"

Dave started to make his way out of the ring, "Hey, since you seem like a pretty nice guy, how about I give you my number? You know in case you wanna train or .....just hang, y'know?"

Dave broke his gaze from Jean's eyes, his face turning a subtle shade of red. It was pretty much hard to notice, but he didn't want to take any chances. Now that the heat of the battle had died down, he noticed just how good looking Jean was.

"Yeah, that'd be cool, you'd be a great practice partner" Jean replied with a smile. Once they were backstage and in the locker rooms, Jean fished his phone out of his back and handed it to Dave.

"I'll text you to set something up, sound good?"

"Sounds great!" he replied, tossing a card with his number written on it to Jean, "See ya around man."