Adin Kollen vs Eske Mal

Adin gave a chuckle at the sweet, sweet sound of his opponent slamming down upon the canvas. He glanced over, catching her blushing, and that only made him more amused. The male had tried to warn her of the dangers of underestimating him. Still, this wasn't the time to get cocky. The match was in the early stages and he wasn't intending to let up on the offensive.

Rising to his feet, Adin hooked his arms under Eske's own to hoist her up. But rather than lift her into a standing position, he instead only drew her up so high that she was seated. With that, the Diva Lad dashed past his foe to the ropes she was facing, throwing his back into the ropes and catapulting towards her. Adin would then prepare to drop himself on his rear, flying down, with his right arm outstretched to attempt to deliver a clothesline to his seated opponent.

"Hyaa!!"

Tho man was very interesting. Not overbearing in strength like King, and not overly arrogant like John. And not enigmatic like Astolfo. In fact, each of them were vastly different in comparison to each other. "Hah...This is going to be an interesting fight, I see..."

She was grabbed under her arms propped up. "What the--" Eske watches as he came at her with a drop clothesline. The writer lays her body back down. Adin's arm would hit her chest only when he landed besides her.

By the time Eske laid her body back down, Adin was already dropping down to the canvas. Shock flickered across his face as his arm fell down on top of her chest, without any of the force he had been building up to, and he merely stared in a state of confusion. Then, he realised he was resting his arm across her chest, and his face turned slightly red. "Ah...er...sorry..." He mumbled, his energetic fire put to the side by his awkwardness.

Standing himself back up, Adin hesitated as he took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. Then, he knelt down, aiming to drag Eske up with him. If she didn't manage to counter in some way, shape or form, Adin would hook his arms under her own again. This time, the flamboyant wrestler would aim to hoist his foe over him, arcing his back and slamming her head and neck down behind him in a Dragon Suplex!

Odd how she turned red for being caught and thrown in a surprise move, but not blush when an arm was laid across her chest. Then again, she knew he didnt mean t so there was not much emotion to it. Only his embarrassment.

As soon as he got up, Eske began to roll off and away. She saw his attempt to catch her but she wasnt going to be propped up like that again! The writer gives to her feet and smirks. "You're going be very handsy this fight huh?"

Adin silently cursed as Eske managed to evade him. The writer was teasing him and the male gave a grin in response. "Well hey, don't forget these beauties!" He insisted, placing his legs forward to display them to Eske and the crowd. "Wrestling's about utilising every part of your body in display, after all."

The Diva Lad interlocked his fingers and stretched his arms high above in a flex, pondering his next move. Eventually, he brought his arms back down and held them ready, inviting Eske for a grapple lock up. Normally, this would be suicidal for Adin, as his paltry strength often meant he was nearly always on the losing end of a grapple showdown. But Eske seemed she'd be evenly matched against him in strength, so surely he'd have a chance? Adin twisted his wrists, beckoning her towards him with his fingers and a smirk, before reassuming the stance.

Eske did not need an invitation, as she practically ran at Adin when he wanted a test of strength lockup. The writer made a growl upon contact and hoped that son of the run gathered enough for to push him. She glared into Adin's eyes while pushing on him as much as she could to get a quickl lead on him.

Reserved as she initially seemed, Adin did not expect Eske to boldly dart forward like some kind of animal to lock up with him. Astonishment flashed onto his expression briefly as she locked with him, and began to push back. Taken by surprise,  Adin felt his feet slide back, and with a grunt, tried to reinforce his footing on the mat to hold himself in place.

The intensity of Eske's glare made him uneasy. There was a hidden side to this girl, a ruthless one, and bit by bit she was revealing it to him and the audience. She seemed to be emphasising this through her body language, pushing him back with strength he didn't quite expect her to have. Adin gritted his teeth in defiance, but ultimately found his back pressing against the ropes.

“Gah...!” The Diva Lad tried to push back, hoping for some kind of opening against the writer.

Eske watches as she powers over Adin and makes him back up to the ropes. She keeps pushing even after that, making her own body press onto his. So that he would be between the two. Eske would flash a small smile as she stomped down on his feet and let his hands go, taking several steps back. Now Adin knew that she could overpower him.

The Diva Lad quickly found himself in a tight spot - quite literally at that as Eske pressed her body against his to sandwich him against the ropes. He couldn't help but turn red at the contact and position, but his embarrassment faded when she stamped upon his foot. "Ow!" The pain was far from bad; the message she was sending Adin was what worried him. In any test of strength between the pair, she'd come out on top.

Ignoring the numbness in his foot, Adin flashed his own confident grin at her, undeterred. "Heh, so you're stronger than me. Want me to fish out a medal for you, lady?" He rolled his arms, flexing out the muscles in them and his shoulders. "Trust me, you're not gonna get another chance to lay your hands on this~" He gestured to his toned body, smirking at her. "No matter how much you beg."

Shifting away from the ropes and keen to gain control of the match again as soon as possible, Adin tentatively approached the writer. He crouched slightly, trying to be unpredictable, and then suddenly rose up. The soles of his boots left the canvas as he twisted in mid-air with grace, a full 360. His right leg flew out as he came back round, intending to hit Eske directly on the left side of her head, aiming for her temple with a high reverse roundhouse kick!

She backed off. She didnt need to know that Adin was hurt. She could tell it though. You dont spend all that time taking Psychology and not be able able tell pain. Eske rolled her eyes in a very exaggerated way to reach to his words. "You would be saying that when Im beating you down..."

The writer has met yet again another character to add to her story. Too bad his chapter was to soon close. Eske approaches him, stopping to watch him amazingly spin around. His leg stuck her head. She yelled out with a cry and fell on her stomach. She barely keep her glasses on her head.