Battles of the Blondes! Brandon Miller (Debut) vs Jean Richards

MATCH TYPE: STANDARD
VICTORY BY PINFALL, SUBMISSION, OR KNOCKOUT.

BRANDON MILLER:

VS.

JEAN RICHARDS:

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Jean let out a short, quick sigh to release the tension in his body. Another day, another match, and another fight to earn his paycheck. He was feeling good about tonight, he'd be the "league veteran" against the brand new American making his debut. He'd spent a good deal of time training with Nero, improving his own techniques and getting better at dealing with larger opponents. All in all, he was feeling good.

Jean's entrance music blared out over the speakers, a medley of electric guitar and rock that energized the crowd for his appearance at the top of the ramp. He did all the usual things, flash a pearly white smile, pause and pose for the camera, and then toss his sunglasses to some lucky fan in the audience. He quickly popped into the ring under the bottom rope and slung his arms back forth as he stretched a bit.

Brandon was in the back pumping himself up for his debut, he'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't nervous. He didn't know much about this Jean guy but that hadn't budged his confidence, he took the fact that no one had seen him in the ring before as an advantage going into this match. "Okay, you got this." Brandon said to himself as his music began to play. He put on his jacket and adjusted his sunglasses before coming to the entrance ramp.

The iconic guitar music began to play over the speakers as Brandon came onto the entrance ramp, he took a second to take the atmosphere in of the ecstatic crowd, before he began to walk down towards the ring, slapping fans hands as he came down. He climbed up and into the ring before taking his jacket and sunglasses off and giving them to the referee. He did some light arm and leg stretches in the corner, making sure to get a good look of his opponent as he did. "So, are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked, flashing a cocky smile.

Aha, so this new American also had a thing for rock and roll and sunglasses. It made Jean grateful that he had gone first, that way it solidified that the idea was his first. He paced casually to and fro to keep his muscles warmed up as Brandon finished his entrance shtick. Once the man was finished, Jean met him towards the center of the ring, hands confidently on his hips above his low-riding pants. The referee had a few words to say but Jean blocked it out as he tried to figure out Brandon's style.

Jean chuckled as the taller, cocky blonde taunted him. "It's cute that you think that, but I've scaled taller mountains, toppled higher peaks, you're nothing special" he told him as he let out another small laugh, leaning back and running a hand through his hair so that it would show off his meticulously sculpted abs.

The referee alerted both men to get ready, and Jean took a few steps back. Moments later the bell would ring and the match would be officially underway. Cautious but highly optimistic, Jean began to circle his opponent with arms outstretched to intercept whatever he had the juice to throw at him.

Brandon walked up to the centre of the ring to meet Jean as the referee went over the rules, he already knew what he was doing so the referee's words were just a blur to him as he kept his eyes focused on Jean. He quickly adjusted his cargo pants as Jean responded to his comment, Brandon slowly watched as Jean then ran his fingers through his hair and he couldn't help but look down at his abs as they gleamed in the light.

"Damn, this guy's hot as hell..." Brandon thought to himself as he observed him "Wait, no! I can't get distracted!" He then thought as he looked back up at Jean's face. "Well say that as you may, I can guarantee you haven't faced anyone quite like me!" He shot back at him as he confidently pointed a thumb at himself.

Brandon heard the referee tell them to prepare themselves just before the bell rang. He would slowly circle the ring as Jean outstretched his arms, Brandon would attempt to make the first move and, hopefully, catch him in a side headlock.

Jean nodded patronizingly and laughed to himself as Brandon reaffirmed his claim to uniqueness. Were new guys always this cocky? Or did Brandon's good looks just blind him to how he sounded? Either way, Jean had caught the man staring when he'd made that pose just now, so he'd be sure to make use of that nugget of knowledge later.

Once the bell had rung, Brandon made the first move and darted in close to grapple. He reached for Jean's head to try to headlock him; Jean played along as he was pulled in close, but then dropped down to his knees. His hands grabbed at the back of Brandon's legs and yanked towards himself as he threw his shoulders forward into Brandon's thighs, aiming ultimately to unseat the newcomer and slam him flat on his back!

Brandon couldn't help but smirk to himself as he successfully got Jean in the headlock, he tried to wrench on his head as he tightened in the headlock, but suddenly he felt himself go flying on his back as Jean dropped down and managed to push Brandon down with him. Brandon grunted as he hit the mat, he had got too cocky.

Brandon on his back, legs in the air and Jean between them, it was the image that would spark a thousand fanfictions. The imagery was not lost on Jean either as he flashed a quick grin while he readjusted his grip to a better position. Jean hopped back to his feet and walked himself over Brandon so that the guy was flipped onto his chest. That interim point where Brandon's body had to deal with the painful angles and cortortion? All his problem.

At that point, Jean leaned back and started to bend Brandon into a C-shape with a boston crab. He bounced up and down to instill pain in that cocky boy's face while he stood looking pretty atop him.

Brandon couldn't help but flash a nervous smile as he realised the position both men were in, but the smile soon faded as he suddenly felt Jean grab his legs and turn him over into the boston crab. Brandon face contorted into pain as he tried to fight through it. He suddenly felt Jean bounce atop him to increase the pain, Brandon shouted out in pain as it felt like lightning bolts were shooting down his legs. This was not how he wanted his debut to start. "You...bastard!" He shouted as he felt the man bounce more and more.

Brandon felt his legs and lower back getting worse by the second, he couldn't last too long if he couldn't find a way out, and fast. He would try to pull himself to the ropes at the edge of the ring and grab the bottom rope, so he could hopefully pull himself out of the hold and out of the ring.

Jean's smile widened when the newbie shouted at him, was this the satisfaction that came with breaking in the new guy? But even with the pain Jean was supplying him, Brandon was still able to crawl himself towards the ropes. That was impressive enough. Jean was no cheater nor a sore winner, so when the referee called for a rope break he broke it off.

Jean trotted backwards, hands resting lightly on his hips and a bright smile on his face. "Not faced anyone like you?, eh? That's true, I havent seen anyone falter that much in the first few seconds of a match" Jean taunted. He was partial to banter, it added something a boring physical contest needed. He started circling once more, eager to see how Brandon would learn after that.

Brandon felt satisfaction as the referee called for the rope break and Jean got off of him, the pain slowly leaving him. As he got back to his feet he showed a flash of anger at his opponent as he made the comment, turns out this guy had an ego that rivalled or maybe even eclipsed his own. But Brandon took a quick breath and calmed himself down, he very rarely got angry in the ring, and he wouldn't give Jean the satisfaction of it.

"Heh, cute." Brandon said as he got back to his feet, he needed to think of something different, something he couldn't expect. Brandon quickly stretched his legs to fight off the pain from the hold and began to circle around his opponent again, but suddenly stopped. Brandon would walk right up to Jean and attempt to slap him right across the face! It was a dirty move, but if it worked out, it would distract Jean enough for Brandon to kick him in the gut and perhaps go for a DDT.