2v1 Mixed Doubles v. William Castur

Match Type: 2v1 standard match
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission

William walked up to the ring to the tune of Welcome to the Jungle. He waved to the cheering crowd, excited about another match. He climbed into the ring and made his way to his corner, adjusting his black trunks as he waited for the team he’d be facing to make their entrance. Today he was facing a tag team alone which made him a bit nervous. He figured though that as long as he was fighting them one at a time he should be able to handle himself. He was no pushover after all and today he would prove it. William tried to pump himself up, hoping today he'd get his first win.

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As his music died down, Will looked towards the entrance. He climbed the bottom rope to get a better view of the pair that was going to be entering. "Well no turning back now." He said to himself. He could feel the butterflies in his stomach now as the start of the match came closer. He had yet to get used to being part of the main attraction but with three wrestlers present, maybe it would be a bit easier for him.

The arena fell into a hush as the lights went out. It was an uneasy pause with some fans cheering, some buzzing with anticipation. Suddenly the sound of the British nation anthem, "God Save the Queen" blared out in the arena. A spotlight shone at the entrance to the arena and out came a group of smartly dressed butlers. They all lined the entrance ramp and then the sight of Lady Augusta and Lord Spencer was seen.

They pair were wearing full regal clothing, long velvet cloaks that looked plush and luxurious hid their outfits, as the walked to the ring casually waving and smiling at the crowd who were not in the least bit impressed. As the pair approached Lord Spencer jumped up onto the ring apron first, he paused, drinking in the crowd reaction and then slipped off his cloak to reveal Aristocratic Horse Riding Gear, complete with tight fitting white T shirt, and Jodhpurs, all set off with knee length black boots.

Lord Spencer quickly dispensed with the cloak and held the ropes open for Lady Augusta who was ready to reveal her outfit. She stood on the apron and slipped off her cloak to reveal a tight matching white top that clung to her impressive breasts. Her round firm bottom was hugged tight in the same Jodhpurs that her tag partner had on, and she wore the same boots. Both of them carried a riding crop each tucked neatly under their left armpit.

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The crowd were cheering such an audacious display but this was the team of Mixed Doubles, tonight forgoing their usual Tennis Theme for something altogether more upper class. As Lady Augusta got into the ring, she was followed by Lord Spencer who moved respectfully to the corner, letting Lady Augusta address the crowd. The ring lights came up and the crowd hushed again.

"You should all be very grateful that we have arrived here. Tonight you will see an expert display of wrestling and be in awe of our skill and teamwork."

The crowd booed in unison which didn't stop Lady Augusta continuing. She turned to William, who must have wondered what the hell he had gotten into.

"And you, our willing victim for tonight, I hope you are over joyed when we pin you for the one, two and three. I saw you looking at my bottom earlier as I entered, you are right to stare.... but don't worry, I will make sure you feel just how smooth and firm it is. Let's be honest, it is not everyday you get to wrestle and lose to such class!"

She threw the microphone down and readied herself. The butlers all scurrying off up the ramp and the pair eyed up William, wanting to see his reaction.

William watched in awe as his two opponents made their entrance. He was fairly impressed with their costumes and their figures. Their costumes however looked to be quite expensive, definitely more than he could afford with the money from his day job. The bartender would have to keep himself from laughing though. Their entrance was just way over the top. Will knew he might fight people with gimmicks, but this was a bit much. He would give them credit for keeping to their act though. They really seemed like they thought they were royalty.

Will looked at Lady Augusta, keeping a hand over his mouth to make sure he didn’t let out a chuckle. He really didn’t want to start off on the tag team’s bad side. His smile faded though when he was referred to as their willing victim. While he had to admit he was checking both of the other wrestlers out as they made their entrance, he had no intention of just rolling over and taking whatever they wanted to dish out. “Hmmm keep talking all you want, but all your 'class' isn't going to help you when I’m kicking your smooth firm ass all over the ring.” He replied with a confident smile.

The reaction was not what the tag team were expecting. Lord Spencer just shook his head with a knowing smile. Williams confidence didn't do much to phase him but he knew full well what it would do to Lady Augusta, his sister.

She raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. She was NOT impressed!

"How dare you! How dare you challenge us you.... peasant! How dare you speak to your betters in that manner. We are going to show you how to respect the ruling classes!!"

She was about to stomp purposely towards William and give the young man a good dressing down, but Spencer stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned with a whirl and had the fury of indignant rage burning in her eyes! Lady Augusta was all temper when people disrespected her in such a way.

"Patience Sis. Let's see what the chap has shall we?"

Lady Augusta slowly calmed, at least enough to step through the ropes and stand at the corner. Lord Spencer, now pulled his top off to reveal his well toned body. He was around 5'11" and 175ibs. Not the biggest guy, but enough to hold his own against most rivals. He moved out of the corner with his cheerleader, Lady Augusta shouting encouragement.

"Yes Spencer. Show this fool who is the best!"

Lord Spencer raised is hands and beckoned William to come meet him to grapple in the middle of the ring, despite his heel like tendencies this was starting out, a civilized wrestling match, at least for now.

William raised his eyebrow as Augusta started yelling at him. He didn't think she'd take his light banter so seriously. He was a bit taken back by her sentiment too. "M...my better? You can't be serious." He asked, wondering if she really thought she was anyone's superior. Regardless, Will was happy that Spencer stepped in. The girl was a bit too high strung for him.

He looked his current opponent over as he stepped in. "You're...a bit bigger than me huh?" William commented. He only now realized that Spencer was about a head taller than him. That wouldn't deter the wrestler though. He was looking for a good match, not an easy one. "Well umm good luck. I hope it's a good match. Let's maybe not kill each other. Oh and I guess cool outfit." William would continue to ramble before finally the bell rang.

Accepting Spencer's challenge, William would meet him in the center of the ring and grapple. The two shifted about for a bit, trying to get into a better position. Will would quickly try to reach in and try to grab Spencer around the neck, hoping to trap him in a head lock. From there he hoped it would be much easier to handle his larger foe.

Lord Spencer danced around with William for position before the two would clash in a grapple. The upper class wrestler was impressed with the strength of his rival and it would mean Lord Spencer would respect William more. Although it didnt mean he wouldnt dish out a variety of pain as much as possible. Lord Spencer ignored the comment about his outfit. He knew he looked good and didnt need the praise of a common person to validate his decision.

"Yes I am bigger... but size isnt everything. My sister is smaller and she can easily kick your ass. I just do this for the fun of it! I wont kill you, but I am going to hurt you!"

It did take Lord Spencer by surprise when he was pulled into a headlock. He bent over and felt the squeeze. Lord Spencer stamped his boot on the canvas in protest at the move. It was good solid wrestling, and the crowd loved it. Lord Spencer however, as much as he could admire the skill, what he didnt need was his sister, Lady Augusta bellowing out orders and what she thought was helping

"Come on dear brother, don't let the common peasant do that!" it was more annoying than useful but Lord Spencer took the advice. He moved his hands to slip them along Williams hips. He used all his heel tactics and slid his hands down along to cup, pat and grope Williams bottom. Lord Spencer was testing the waters by seeing if William enjoyed close male contact, or if he would shy away in disgust.

Using the potential distraction, he managed to slip his head out as he pulled one way and pushed with his hands the other way. Lord Spencer wanted to shove William into the ropes and capitalize on the move if William bounced by sticking his arm out and looking to take the bartender down with a well timed clothesline.

William was at least glad to hear that Spencer had no intention of killing him. Anything else, the bartender was confident he could handle. From the looks of things Spencer probably had more to be worried about than Will as the bartender held him in a tight headlock. "Th...that's not going to work." William announced, blushing slightly as he felt his opponent grope his rear. Despite his sentiment, Will was distracted enough to loosen the headlock as he tried to shift around and stop Spencer from feeling him up.

"Damn it!" Will mumbled as his foe slipped out of his grasp. Loosing his hold on Spencer, Will found himself quickly shoved towards the ropes. He stumbled back and rebounded towards his foe. The next thing he knew, he was sprawled out on the ground. The crowd cheered, having seen Spencer strike William across the chest with a loud thwack just a moment before. "Ugh...owww..." Will groaned, clutching his chest as he slowly rolled onto his stomach before trying to get up. His good start to the match had very quickly eroded and he now found himself trying to stop things from getting worse.

As William hit the floor, Lord Spencer pushed one leg behind the other and bowed to the crowd with his hand waving. It was pure drama and again a show of his excellence. Lady Augusta was lapping up the display, letting her mouth run at every opportunity.

"Yes Spencer, show these plebs our class!"

This didnt however go down well with the crowd, who could see that the Pennington siblings were just rich, obnoxious bullies and used their status at every opportunity to belittle normal people. Lord Spencer sneered and looked down at William who was attempting to get up. He knelt down and pushed at William so that the bartender was laying on his left hand side. The upper class wrestler reached for William's right arm and applyed a kneeling armbar so that it was tucked under Lord Spencer's armpit, applying pressure to the elbow joint.

Just because Lord Spencer was annoyed with the crowd, he dug in his knee against William's cheek, which only made the crowd boo more.

"Ask him you idiot!" Spencer barked at the ref who also seemed thoroughly unimpressed with the Spencer's arrogance.

Will heard the crowd booing and for a second was concerned that it was directed at him. Looking u he soon realized that just like him, the crowd didn't quite appreciate Spencer's attitude towards the match. He got up onto all fours before being roughly pushed down to the mat again. "Ung." he groaned as his opponent took a hold of his arm.

William's eyes would widen as Spencer started applying pressure to his elbow. "Aaah! ...sh...shit!" He cried out and would slam his other fist against the mat. The bartender grit his teeth, trying hard to find a way to wriggle out of the hold. To add insult to injury, Spencer was pressing his knee right against Will's face, making it hard for him to shift his head and see much of what was going on.

As the referee made his way over, Will would immediately wave him off. He wasn't about to give up in the opening minutes of the match. The bartender try to push himself towards the ropes as quickly as possible, not wanting to spend an extended amount of time in his current position.

Lord Spencer loved this, he could rough play with the best of them and when he had a rival who he thought was weaker and smaller than him, it really was open season. "Not submitting then I see, I am so happy about that" The words from his lips dripped with menace. Being in the ring with Lord Spencer could get scary at times if a rival wasnt prepared.

The upper class wrestler eased the hold and got back up to his feet, unceremoniously dragging William with him. Once on their feet, Lord Spencer would try to whip the young man across the ring and with any lucky into the corner where his sister Lady Augusta was waiting gleefully clapping at her brothers early dominance.

"Meet my sister, shes nice.... kinda"