Ed Sealgaire vs Dash Turner: Bash At The Beach

Edward was starting to have second thoughts about trying to get a date with Dash after this match. Well...ok that wasn't exactly true, he probably still would, but he was getting pretty tired with getting stomped on like that.

The dazed boy wasn't entirely certain he was following what was going on, doubled over in Dash's grip, sand falling off of him, letting out a small "T-thank you..." at Dash's comment about stomping on him less, wondering what he meant about relaxing...before he was suddenly high up, held tight by his opponent, his face bright red as he realized Dash's hand was against his crotch, alternating between that and thinking he was about to get buried in sand again. "W-what are yo-AGH!"

The crowd, having clearly biased against him and having chosen their side, caught the small fighter, and began passing him among themselves, carrying him along the themselves while he struggled and kicked among them. "H-hey! Stop it! Put me down! AH! Don't touch me there! Get your finger out of that! Not the hair!"

His struggling was for nothing, as he was crowd surfed towards the water, and, with a mighty heave from the crowd, and a final loud yelp from the blonde boy himself, he landed in the water, making a splash as he sunk in, coming up sputtering and coughing, shaking his head. On the bright side, the sand from his body and, after an adjustment, inside his speedo, washed away. All thanks to that nice guy Dash.

“Don't sweat it bro! We got your back!” Dash called out, hands cupped to either side of his mouth as Edward was carried off through the crowd. He had been jogging along side, waving them along and directing them to the water until they took the idea and ran with it… which is what he had to do now too. With a brisk pace the blond beach bum hurried back to the ring, slipping under the bottom ropes.

Popping to his feet he backed himself to the far end of the ring, catching sight of the last few passes of Edward through the crowd before they unceremoniously dumped him into the thankfully deep enough water. They were hoping and laughing up a storm, so much so he couldn't even keep himself from having a chuckle. This was ridiculous and he was loving every moment of it.

Dash leaned his weight into the ropes, giving a few test bounces before shooting off in the direction of the water. Long easy strides, picking up speed with no real stopping him. As he reached the far end he kicked his legs up, shooting up over the ropes as if it were a pole vault event.

“Banzai!” Dash shouted with a laugh, tucking his legs in and looping his arms. The beach bum cannonballed through the air, attempting to smash into the floating Edward! Talk about a wipeout.

This was ridiculous, and embarrassing, and thanks to a few grabby hands and a well placed finger, rather personally violating. If he was on the other side, he would have honestly found it hilarious, and in truth, as he would admit later in hindsight, he was enjoying himself, and the absurdity the match had reached.

Now, being wet, as he was after being tossed into the ocean, a deeper spot in the surf by sheer luck, no doubt aided by his short height, was less enjoyable. The boy came up sputtering, shaking his head to clear it of water, blonde ponytail swinging, trying to stay afloat, hoping his legs would be long enough to reach the bottom...when a shadow rapidly came over him, only having time for a panicked high pitched yelp before Dash's body smashed onto his, plowing both men under the water to the delight of all watching.

After several seconds under the water, Ed emerged again, sputtering and coughing up more salty water, half blinded by it, splashing about aimlessly as he tried to get his bearings and make his way to shore. On the bright side at least, he was squeaky clean and free of sand.

Dash came crashing down on Edward, driving both men down into the ocean. The splash had been rather impressive, soaking everyone seated along the sea wall barricades. The water was cool, but not cold. Heated to the perfect temperature, in Dash's mind, by the bright afternoon sun beating down on it all day.

While he had closed his eyes on impact, they snapped open to the sting of the saltwater. It had been awhile, already feeling that rush as if he had just wiped out after trying to ride a wave to shore. He reached out, grasping to grab hold of Edward by the wrist as the man drifted beneath him, wanting to make sure the poor guy wasn't going to drown. In retrospect he probably should have made sure the guy knew how to swim before dunking him so hard.

With a hard yank, he kicked his feet, dragging the two of them to the water's surface. He could see now that while Edward was disoriented, he seemed to know how to tread water well enough so he gave the other man a firm shove to separate then in the water before he racked an arm over top of the water to send a large splash his way.

"Wakey wakey, we're not done yet hot shot." He leaned into the water, backstroking away from Edward towards the ring. He kicked his feet a little harder on retreat to send a few more splashes his way as well. Once he reached the ring, the blond beach bum hoist e himself up onto the apron and just sat at the water's edge grinning. If needed he would slip in and out of the ring breaking the count as many times as he needed to to keep a countout from happening while Ed made his way back.

Ed actually was a pretty decent swimmer on his own. He had even been on the swim team in high school. But having someone heavier than you come crashing down on you made swimming rather...difficult, and made swallowing salt water far easier.

But Dash proved to be a nice guy, and with his helping hand, Ed was back on the warm and wet sand, gasping and coughing up salty water, all while his opponent sat and waited politely. It didn't take long, Ed shaking his wet body as he got his breath back. Pushing himself up to his bare feet, he grinned over at the waiting Dash.

"Having the time of your life, aren't ya Beach Bunny? Guess I should thank you and your newfound legions for the wash, though not quite thrilled bout the cannonball, ya daft bastard. Be right with ye."

he said with a chuckle, the still dripping boy adjusting his speedo, jerking his head to fling his ponytail behind him as he stood straight. Parts of his chest and back were already started to darken, starting to bruise from the force of the hard stomps from earlier in the fight. After one last shake, if Dash didn't come after him or stop him, Edward would move to the ring, sliding under the ropes to re-enter, ready to begin again.

"Refreshing change of pace from how things use to be is all." Dash slipped her fingers through his matted wet hair, slicking her blond lock back with a grin. When it was apparent Edward had things under control and would make the count himself, the beach bum slipped his feet from the water and climbed up onto the apron using the ropes to help him. Eyes on his opponent, he casually unstuck the wet fabric of his open sleeveless hoodie from his chest, fanning the garment out a bit.

When Edward climbed into the ring, Dash reached back and hooked his arms over the top rope. Leaning his weight backwards he kicked at the apron and rolled his back again the top rope to flip himself back into the ring. Uncoiling his arms to cable snapped back into place, leaving him to step away with arms stretched wide.

The blond beach bum hadn't let his gaze fall from Edward now that they were back in the ring. Bouncing on the ball his bare feet, the hood of his garment sloshed quietly, the added weight now that it was soaked in water had become a bit cumbersome but he was fine to deal with that for now.

"You can always call it quits if you're feeling a bit down and out." He offered with a boyish smirk, though it was clear he was joking. He didn't expect Edward to actually surrender not was there any real reason for it. The two of them had been pretty good sports throughout after all. Dah raised an arm, flexing his bicep a bit before giving it a solid slap, taunting the other blond with what was lightly to be another one of his signature European uppercuts.

"Hope you're ready cause these currents are going to drag you under regardless." He started a slow walk towards Edward leaving a small trail of water droplets behind him on the mat. His step quickened as he picked up the pace, breaking into a full run. He drew back an arm making it appear as though he was about to go for a big lariat... Then suddenly stopped short right in Ed's face, trying to throw out a quick right jab at his face out of the blue. Doing!

Ed took a minute to adjust his now wet speedo, trying to keep it from riding up his butt, before re-entering the ring. Being wet was a little annoying, but the sun was bright and kept him warm enough, and if Dash could handle it, he wasn't about to go complaining for a towel. Besides, this might actually work in his favor. Dash was wearing a hoodie after all, and heavier shorts, having those soaked might actually hinder him, slow him down, if only a little.

Also, Dash, dripping in water...wow did he look good. For a moment, Ed had to remind himself that it wasn't that kind of match. Luckily, the bruising forming on his body served as a good reminder.

"Heh, funny, but just cause you've had some luck doesn't mean I'm down and out yet. I've got more in the tank!"

He replied, back in the ring, rolling his eyes at Dash's silly pun, getting his arms up as the man...charged in at him. Smirking, eyes glinting, the younger fighter knew exactly what to do. He stepped in, helping close the distance between the two, before ducking and throwing his body forward into a roll, the speedo clad fighter throwing one leg straight out, trying to counter Dash's clothesline by smashing his heel into the older fighters chest with a Koppu Kick!

As many would imagine, Dash wasn't the sort of guy who made solid plans. Much like his laissez faire demeanor outside of the ring he preferred to just let things go with the flow. So when Edward moved towards him the blond beach bum had easily surrendered his intended attack and opted for flying by the seat of his swim trunks.

Dash abandoning his farce, drawing his arm back at shoulder height, fingers at the ready as he seemed to be readying to grapple. If Edward had any intention of trying to dip past him, the Scottish wrestler was in for a rude awakening. Scooped into a sidewalk slam on either side, or if he was bold enough to try for a hurricanrana again, be would be eating a big ol' powerbomb.

With no choice but to face him, Dash showed no signs of stopping as the two men charged at one another. His smirk fell away from Edward lurched forward, flipping his weight directly at him. His feet pivoted, trying to cut his run short to no avail as a heel crashed into his chest. The forward momentum of the other wrestler had been enough to send him stumbling backwards with fumbled footing.

"Oof!" He fell onto his ass with a small bounce, rubbing his chest. While he had been taken off his feet, the strike has not laid him out. He was already pushing back at the mat with his free palm, staggering to his feet.

Success!

Well...kinda.

He stopped Dash's momentum with the Ayrshire Kick, but only knocked the man onto his butt. Luckily, Ed knew how to fix that. Once again, his often lamented shortness in height came to his advantage, as he was able to, from his sitting position, throw his body back and roll backwards onto his bare feet, while the sexy Dash was still struggling upwards.

Rather than yell, or otherwise give himself away, he took after Dash's own approach, hit hard, hit fast, hit often, quickly closing the distance between them and, with a small jump, swung his bare leg out while letting his forward momentum carry him through, trying to smack the beach bunny in the head with his thigh and the side of his knee with his signature Radiant Druid attack!

An unofficial race had been started as Dash dropped back to the mat. Edward retreated back, rolling to his feet as the beach bump was left recovering, pushing at the mat. The smaller man had easily beat him to his feet, but what came next was where the competition had really been building to. Dash propped himself up on a knee, eyes wide with awareness he wasn't getting fast enough. His arms came up on the defensive, in hopes of absorbing some of what was coming his way.

Edward didn't launch his assault from the front however, hooking his leg around to catch Dash along the side of the head. The sickening crack of the two men colliding had the audience hissing in a collective cringe for the sound alone. The beach bum's head snapped to the side, bright mirthful eyes rolling back in his head as he fell to the canvas with a hard this on his side.

His eyelids fluttered, staving off the darkness of unconsciousness with a look of confusion on his face. It had only been a split second but he wasn't unfamiliar with the sense of being knocked out. It was jarring to now be on the floor, but he wasn't being pinned… yet, nor was someone standing over him in victory. He let out a groan, trying to sloppily roll himself nearer to the ropes. He wasn't running so much as positioning in case a submission was next.