A Showdown Between Jobbers (Elliot Hayes vs Kazuhiro Hawkins)

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

ELLIOT HAYES:

VS!

KAZUHIRO HAWKINS:

He furiously scratched the tip of a pen on the piece of paper he held. He scowled, crumbled it into a ball and tossed it into a growing pile next to his chair.

Elliot was excited for tonight's match. So excited, that he had decided to use the spare time until he stepped into the ring to try and craft some kind of heroic monologue. He'd attempted it at least thirty times now, and he wasn't happy with any of them. He needed something that would strike fear into his foe's heart! Something that would make them realise that they stood in the ring with the epitome of justice! The male tossed his pen to the side and folded his arms, puffing his cheeks out in frustration.

Maybe he should just wing it in the ring...yeah. That wasn't a bad thought, actually! The best kind of speeches was the one that hit you in the heart of the moment! How much longer until his match? He glanced at the clock on the wall with an eager grin, quickly turning pale.

"...Oh. Oh crap."

He was lucky to have thrown on his signature red superhero attire on earlier. Elliot reasoned it would help him focus on his speech. The male shot out of his chair and stormed out of his locker room, pelting towards the arena as if he was on fire. The cheers of the surrounding audience exploded around him as he burst out from backstage to his theme, grinning broadly as he shot a fist upwards and grabbed at his bicep. Much like he was polishing it, an ancient trope in sentai and other Japanese works! Going down the ramp, he took the time to strike several heroic stances, kneeling and flinging his arms out with fists clenched tight. Justice had arrived, and the citizens watching had to know they were in safe hands!

Elliot slid under the bottom rope into the ring and immediately bounced up, gripping the ropes and leaning over while striking a peace sign. "Tonight, know that justice takes center stage!" He boomed to the roaring crowd. The 'hero would bathe in the sounds of the audience before walking backwards to his corner, doing a few squats and stretching himself in his tight fitting spandex to fill the time until his opponent arrived.

In comparison to Elliot's quite bombastic entrance, Kazuhiro's was quite chill and lackluster. His music played but Kazu looked like he could barely be bothered. That is, until he caught sight of his opponent. Mid-ramp Kazuhiro stopped to bust out laughing, shaking his head and even doubling over. That was to be his opponent? He looked like a freaking joke!

Kazu hadn't stopped laughing when he climbed into the ring. He strolled right up to the living joke himself and looked him over. "Dear god, they finally cracked, they started letting the weaboos join. What the fuck are you wearing?" Kazu scoffed condescendingly as he grabbed the end of Elliot's scarf and ran the fabric between his fingers. "You know, they have a cosplay league in Friction, maybe that's more your speed?"

Kazu laughed as he slapped Elliot's face roughly, a bit too hard to be friendly. He turned on his heel abruptly and walked away like Elliot wasn't worth his time. Once he was back in his corner, he shrugged at the ref and examined the ends of his nails boredly. Elliot wasn't really worth his time, but he wasn't about to forfeit that fat little paycheck either.

His opponent for tonight looked exceedingly apathetic at the start of his entrance. When Kazuhiro started to laugh at Elliot's attire, the 'hero' rolled his head back, undeterred. The reaction was nothing new - he'd been taunted for his choice of clothing many a time before. When the other male came into the right and right up to Elliot's face, he could feel the pretty boy's eyes scrutinizing him. Elliot merely smirked back, although it twitched as Kazuhiro grabbed his scarf and toyed with it.

"I promise you, whatever you might think, I'm in the right place. I'm here to dispense justice on villains like yourself, who have no comprehension of peace and-"

The slap to his face threw him off, sending his face to the side. It wasn't particularly harsh, but it did leave an imprint and it definitely wasn't a friendly gesture. Kazuhiro was mocking him - treating him like a joke. Elliot's gloved hand touched where the pretty boy had smacked him, fire burning in his eyes as he clenched his fist against his cheek.

"Ha. You may look like an angel, but your true nature is that of a demon." Elliot stamped forward and pointing dynamically at Kazuhiro, his scarf flailing slightly. "Well, prepare to be exposed! Because there is zero chance of injustice hiding from Elliot Hayes! Yatte yaru ze!"

The bell rang out across the arena accompanied by the opening cheers of the audience, Elliot hopping left to right with his fists raised. That confident, plucky smirk remained on his lips as he brought up his arms, fingers open. He tilted his hand and beckoned Kazuhiro forward, inviting the pretty boy for a lock-up challenge to begin the match with.

"An angel and a villain? Oh, I'm so touched~" Kazuhiro mocked as he placed his hand over his throat in mock modest surprise. The look of pure anger on Elliot's face made Kazuhiro grin, he was so impressionable that this was going to be so fun. The way he talked reminded him of some sort of shonen hero he watched as a child, it was pathetically idealist.

"Oh god, was that supposed to be Japanese?" Kazu laughed incredulously as his face lit up with amusement. This was too good to be true, what had he done to deserve such good karma his way? He continued to stand there with hands on his hips staring at Elliot with pity for several moments as his hero opponent tried to goad him into a lock-up.

Finally he would roll his eyes and deign to accept the challenge before him. Kazuhiro approached and laced fingers with Elliot, locking eyes and metaphorical horns as they began to resist each other. Slowly but surely, Elliot would begin to win out against Kazu, who looked positively shocked. His feet would slide and he'd start getting pushed towards a corner, and his eyes were fraught with confusion, how could this be happening to him?

Of course, the truth was that it really wasnt. "Yawn~!" he would suddenly say as he straightened up his back and the progress Elliot was making was halted. Kazu would begin pushing back with his real strength this time, and he'd be aiming to win back the ground lost and then some. He was gonna corral Elliot back into the turnbuckle where he could trap him and really lay down some pain.

"Of course it was!" Elliot looked insulted that his foe even had to question the words he used. "It's a staple of any shounen hero show!" Maybe Kazuhiro hadn't understood the meaning...but thinking over it, hadn't he heard his foe tonight was part Japanese? So he really was taunting him! That only made Elliot scowl more.

Kazuhiro didn't look all that interested in accepting the lock-up challenge, and for a second Elliot thought he wouldn't. But finally, the pretty boy walked out of his corner to the centre of the ring and locked his fingers around Elliot's own. The hero's adrenaline-fueled eyes stared directly into the smug and confident ones of his foe, causing him to tighten his fingers around Kazuhiro's own as he applied as much strength as possible. And...wait, was he managing to force his foe back? The pretty boy was sliding reluctantly back, which even he seemed stunned by! Elliot grinned in triumph, his goal being to push Kazuhiro back to the very turnbuckle he had just stepped from...

"So close...so close...huh?"

Kazuhiro made a very loud and noticeable yawn, one that didn't seem genuine. The noise caused Elliot to freeze in his tracks, staring at the other wrestler like a confused puppy dog. And then, Kazuhiro began to apply more strength into the lock up, suddenly taking the challenge far more seriously than before! "Wait...no..." The hero had been caught off-guard and his foe was now successfully forcing him back to the opposite corner! Elliot gritted his teeth and tried to press back, but all he did was delay the inevitable as Kazuhiro managed to slam his back into the metal turnbuckle.

Elliot winced from the pain on his spine, and then glared at his opponent defiantly. The other male had him pinned there. He knew he wasn't going to be freed unless Kazuhiro chose to do so...maybe he'd do so and just back away...it was a common tactic in wrestling, right?

"Wait...yes!" Kazuhiro laughed as the look of confusion and panic on Elliot's face only grew. The hero could dig in his feet and push as hard as he could muster, but it would do nothing to change his current fate. When they were close, Kazuhiro would shove Elliot back hard so that he could feel the metal pole dig into his spine even with the bouncy cushions wound about it. As the hero naturally recoiled from the impact, Kazu would grab the back of Elliot's head and yank it towards him into a side-headlock.

"You're. Going. To. Regret. This. Match." Kazuhiro grunted out each word as he thrust his knee up into the hero's gut. But he wasn't quite finished nor satisfied there, he made sure to drive his elbow hard into Elliot's spine. Finally he would take Elliot by the hair and throw him towards the center of the ring, not caring if he fell or only just stumbled.

"Though I will admit, you've got me thinking about this whole hero/villain thing. How can you call yourself a hero when you're so easily pushed around? Aren't heroes supposed to be able to protect?" Kazuhiro taunted as he placed his hands lazily on his hips. He paced slowly alongside the ropes as he waited for Elliot to get up. Not that it really mattered, the longer Elliot took the longer Kazu could work on his villainous monologue.

"You were right about one thing though, I'm definitely more suited to play the villain. If it's a crime to kick the hell out of an embarrassment like you, then I was born to be bad!"

Elliot's head was quickly wedged under the arm of his foe, who began a vicious onslaught of knee strikes to his stomach. "Ugh! Ugh!" His breath became coarse and wheezy in sound as his eyes bulged wider with every thrust Kazuhiro made. The hero's body was even being thrown up slightly while his foe kept kneeing him, as he remained trapped in the side headlock. There was a brief respite as Kazuhiro finally stopped, but it didn't last, as the other wrestler delivered a sharp elbow strike to Elliot's voice, causing the hero to cry out in agony. "Aagh!"

His legs buckled under the hit, and Kazuhiro snatched ahold of his chestnut hair, tossing him lazily to the middle of the ring. Elliot hit the canvas and rolled, managing to right himself onto all fours. His gloved hand rubbed his abdominal region smoothly to try and crease out the pain with a few coughs, while Kazuhiro ridiculed him from above.

Elliot remained on all fours, listening. The fist not resting on his stomach was clenched upon the ring floor, tightening in reaction to the other wrestler's words. "Because no matter how insignificant a sparrow might seem...a real hero...helps the weak stand when they're unable to alone!"

He lifted his head up with a persistent expression, beginning to stand. The hero slid his legs across the canvas as he took up a stance, his left hand held out and open while his other arm was outstretched to the right. Yelling at the top of his lungs, Elliot began to run across the ring towards Kazuhiro at the ropes. His aim was to swing his arm across the other wrestler's neck in a clothesline, hopefully strong enough to send him tumbling over the ropes and out of the ring on impact!

"Okay, but how are you gonna help anyone when you're this weak?" Kazuhiro deadpanned back at him, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head at the delusion. At least he didn't have to wait long for the hero-boy to will himself back to his feet. Once again he struck that silly Saturday-morning cartoon pose, but this time he charged bravely right at the "villain".

Kazuhiro rolled his eyes but took the threat seriously and shrugged himself into a ready stance. As Elliot approached, yelling like a madman, Kazu simply ducked and tucked himself in behind him. His arms would encircle Elliot's waist as he grabbed him in a bearhug and began to squeeze. "You could just tap out here...." he began to say, but then paused as if he was thinking about it. "....nah, you're too stupid to know when to give up"

He began to lift Elliot just to see if he could, and when he found success, that gave him an idea. Kazuhiro was no powerlifter by any means, but he was close enough in weightclass to his opponent that he figured he might as well try something. Thus, Kazu's sloppy attempt at a suplex had him lifting Elliot up in the bearhug and tilting himself back. Maybe he'd get successful and slam his opponent into the mat, or maybe he'd just end up with a pile of hero-fat crashing on top of him, it was hard to tell when you try a move you don't practice.

Elliot was bewildered to see Kazuhiro duck under his arm. The pretty boy wasted no time in maneuvering behind the hero and wrapping his arms around Elliot's waist. "H-Hey, what are you-" His foe's arms began to constrict against his gut, cutting Elliot's protests off and replacing them with agonized grunts.

"Aagh! Ugh! L-Let go!" He managed to breath out as Kazuhiro squeezed him like a child would a teddy bear. The hero gritted his teeth, trying to resist the pain as much as possible. But Kazuhiro's taunts had their own way of needling him as well. "Tch...heroes...don't...aagh...give up!"

He felt his feet slid off the ground as the other male hoisted up, still keeping a tight hold on him. But...wait, Kazuhiro kept lifting him! Too late, Elliot realised the exact move his opponent was aiming to deliver on him. "No, stop!" But his opponent wasn't interested in mercy, and Elliot went sailing through the air, the lights above the arena flashing across his eyes before he saw the arena upside down as Kazuhiro slammed his head and shoulders into the canvas.

The execution may have been slacking, but the impact was still brutal. Elliot's mind briefly went blank as electricity coursed through his head, which felt numb save a faint burning sensation that was also shared across his shoulders and spine. His eyes were filled with shock, unable to process what had happened. But the real cherry on the cake for his foe was the reaction of the audience. They had erupted into thunderous cheers when Kazuhiro had drove the Red Sparrow down, and were roaring their approval. No...this was wrong! This was all wrong! People gave their vocal support to the hero! Not the villain!

WHAM! Though his form left something to be desired, his move was still effective in wresting the wind from the hero's sails. Kazuhiro rubbed the back of his neck as he sat up, and began to grin as he saw how flabbergasted Elliot looked. The crowd was loving his performance thus far, and he in turn was loving the attention they were lavishing him with.

"Really? All it takes is a suplex to shut you up? Tch, had I known, it would have been the first thing I did" he complained as he hauled to his feet and started to brush off his tights as if contact had dirtied them. He wasted no time stalking forward and reaching down for the front of the hero's uniform. He drag him up enough to get his back off the ground but not enough to comfortably regain his balance, so that Kazuhiro could get in his face.

"I can't stand guys like you, you know that? You inspire false hope in people, make them want the best and then let the world crush their spirits. Heroes aren't real, so grow up already!" Kazuhiro growled as he dropped Elliot back to the ground. He'd then place his foot on Elliot's face and then start grinding his heel down, designed to hurt AND humiliate. Such fun, no?