Ed Sealgaire vs Dash Turner: Bash At The Beach

Who needed a wizard or a warlock when you had a druid handy? That was...well, a really weird kind of question actually, but regardless, Ed's attack was effective, the crowd wincing in sympathy as Dash went down, the bikini clad hoe's from earlier looking shocked that the incredible hunk actually got taken down by the speedo clad shorty.

Rolling back onto all fours, Ed was dismayed to see Dash rolling away, before he could attempt a pin, but the beach bunny seemed out of it. Sensing he had the ball in his court for the first time in a while, Ed scrambled to follow, hoping to take full advantage. As soon as he reached his sexy blonde opponent, Ed stepped on the loose hood of the mans hoodie while he was on his back to stop him mid-roll, cocky smirk on his face as he looked down at Dash.

"Where do you think you're going? I still got something for ya!" he exclaimed, before, with a bend of his knees, he leaped, as high as he could possibly get, bending his knees up to his chest, before, as he descended, kicking them out with force, trying to pay Dash back for his earlier stomps by stomping down hard on the beach bunny's bare chest! Sure, maybe a bit mean, given he liked Dash, but considering Dash had stomped on him twice, seemed like fair game.

It was a slow and bumpy roll towards the ropes, even tucking his shoulders the natural form of the human body seemed to be working against him. He had almost manged to reach the intended fall back point when he found himself suddenly tethered in place. His shoulders were drawn back, anchored to his hooded top which Edward had dug a foot down onto.

"Me? Just going for a stroll. I'll take a raincheck though my dude, it's fine." He muttered quietly, still a bit out of sorts. Dash tug at the top with another attempt to roll through before he naturally eased onto his back again. The next thing that greeting him was two heels being stabbed into his chest.

"Ungh!" The blond beach bum's body was jolted by the impact. Formerly limp limbs being momentarily shocked enough by the sensation to pop up for a brief moment before flopping back down. He let out a hacking cough, trying to roll himself up onto his side, letting out a raspy snicker. "No need to share, I'm good."

That felt good. Little too good. Much as he was enjoying himself in this match, He had taken some heavy damage, as his bruised body proved, and had some embarrassing moments handed to him by the blonde, and this bit of control and payback felt validating.

For the moment though, he chose not to bask in that feeling of validation and went with the far smarter option, grabbing Dash's side and pulling him onto his back so he could hook his leg for a pinfall attempt, the bikini clad referee girl dropping down and slapping at the mat, with a cry of "ONE!"

Dash was half way to drifting over to his chest when Edward grab hold on him, flopping him onto his back. The movement came easy, putting up no resistance with his current state. His head rolled back on the mat, taking in the sight of the beautiful summer sky. The view was ruined a bit by the sudden weight of Edward draped over top of him though.

The beach bum grumbled softly to himself, taking this Pinfall attempt as a small time to recover and reflex. He likely shouldn't have been so forgiving with the in match downtime. Having fun was good and all, but there was such a thing as giving his opponent too much freedom. There was quite out there about this… giving yourself enough rope to hang yourself with or something like that… yeah, that was what was happening.

"Two!"

Dash shoved his hands up, catching Edward under the chin and in the side, using his weight to push up at the other man to get him off of him to break the pinfall. "Alright, none of that."

So close, so close...damnit, not enough!

Ed pouted, the speedo glad teen getting shoved off his opponent at the two count. Clearly the older fighter wasn't done yet, but Ed had an idea on how to deal with that.

"How about ALL of that!"

He replied...not entirely certain exactly what he meant by that statement, but standing by it all the same! Not willing to give Dash recovery time, instead getting up to his feet and grabbing the blonde beach bunny by his arm and his hair to pull him up to his feet, throwing a kick to his chest to keep him in place as he tucked his head under his arm, slamming a forearm on Dash's back.

Raising his arm up to signal to the crowd, who were finally warming up to him it seemed, just what he was doing, the teen ran towards the corner turnbuckle, planting one leg on bottom turnbuckle and using his momentum to "step" up to the middle turnbuckle, then "step" up to the top, kicking his bare foot off the pad to swing his body around, Dash's head still in his grip, trying to turn them both and plant Dash headfirst into the mat with a Tornado DDT!

Dash let out a grunt, wincing as Edward took hold of a fistful of his hair. He wasn't sure if he should be questioning what the other guy had meant or what he intended to do more. Instead all that managed to slip from his lips was a slightly confused. "What?" In a low strained tone as he was dragged upwards.

"Kugh!" A knee wasn't the answer he had been looking for, neither had been the clubbing forearm across his back that brought him back down to a knee. He was starting to think he wouldn't get an explanation about was a pity. With another guy he was being pulled forward, stumbling along side Edward, having to briefly push off the mat with his fingers to keep from falling. They were heading towards the corner and his eyes were fixed on that post, assuming he was about to be thrown into it.

To his surprise, that wasn't the case as his nimble adversary ran up the corner instead. He was a bit disappointed to not be able to see this from the crowd, assuming it looked far better than it felt when Edward whipped the two of them around. He spun in place with lacking balance, supporting Edward's weight along his shoulders before being snapped down towards the mat. His head hit with a resounding thud, flipping his body up then back down to the ring with the picture perfect DDT.

For a split second, as Ed twisted his body around, using his momentum to bring Dash down, he had a momentary fear that the blonde beach bunny would counter this somehow, as he had other of Ed's attacks during this bout.

But those fears proved unfounded, as Dash's head crashed into the mat with a hard thud, the two swimsuit clad blondes laying on the mat next to each other for a few moments as Edward caught his breath, catching the sound of applause and cheers from the crowd, who it seemed he had finally won over with his impressive offensive display.

Cool.

Ed panted on the mat, the teens various blows that he had taken finally taking their toll on him, his second wind starting to peter out as they wore him down. Finally though, the celtic lad sat up, groaning and adjusting his speedo, still damp from being thrown into the literal ocean a while ago.

With Dash still down, Ed crawled over to his body. "Alright Beach Bunny, just stay down for a few seconds and then you can hit the waves. Maybe get some sushi after."

He quipped, pushing himself up to his feet. Eager to put Dash away, and not trusting a regular pinfall to do it, Ed sat himself upon Dash's chest and sliding down, hooking both his legs under his arms and leaning as far forward to the mat as he could, pulling Dashs legs as far down as he could and making the pin as tight as possible...and if that also meant Dash got a face full of speedo covered crotch in the process, well so be it.

He had been here before. Beaten down, patronized to just let it all go. There wasn't the same malice in it here though that he was use to. Edward came across as a pretty nice guy overall, but that didn't make it seem any less insulting, especially as he was mounted and his legs hoisted back. He felt the strain of his thighs and the weight on his chest, it was all pretty commanding.
"One!"

Dash turned his head slightly in defiance, snorting softly as he squirmed beneath his fellow blond. It was a tight predicament, but one that afforded him ample options. He could feel each beat of his heart pulsing through his head with a painful thrum of blood flow, but his body wasn't crippled. A pin like this would not Ally come with something that hammered his back to make a counter impossible…

His body tensed, muscles flaring as he pushed back with sudden force. His hooked legs gave him anchors, pulling Edward backwards as he unfolded himself on raw power alone, breaking the count by rolling the other wrestler over onto his back and shoulders, using his legs to pin his arms to the mat.

"Could go for a steak actually." Dash sat himself up in one quick dynamic moment, seeing the two men switch pinning predicaments. His arms hooked around Edward's thighs, gripping him tight to hold him steady and limit his ability to kick out. A counter roll-up wasn't exactly the most exciting way to end their match, but he would take it if he could.

Ed was blushing, trying not to think that he was crotch facing a hot guy, trying not to feel his face squirming around under him, trying not to think of the fact that he was starting to get a bulge... and just focusing on pinning the larger fighter down.

But...larger often meant more powerful, and in this case, it certainly did, as within a second, Ed found himself pushed back, onto the mat, by Dash's strong legs, barely registering what was happening until he heard the referee count out "ONE!", and realizing that now HE was the one pinned!

"TWO!"

The referee girl counted again, Ed squirming and, with one mighty buck of his body, broke the pin attempt, rolling back onto his front, barely breaking the pin attempt before the three count!

"*pant...pant...* whew...Steak...steak sounds good..." Ed panted out, pushing himself up to his feet, taking note that Dash was still sitting, starting to get up. "Loser buys dinner!" he said aloud, trying to hide the bulge in his speedo before turning and running towards the ropes, rebounding off of them and charging towards Dash, planning on finishing the beach bunny off with another Radiant Druid to the head!

Dash clapped the back of Edward's rear with a hard shove as the other man took a tumble backwards to break the two of them apart. It helped to give the two of them distance, something he didn't mind after this most recent close encounter of the bulge kind. To date, this was the first time he could recall that happening to one of his male opponents. It was almost flattering, though he couldn't really reciprocate. He was a one way street that only really stopped for members of the fairer sex.

"So you're buying then?" Leaning forward, he found himself on his knees just as Edward readied his own assault. A similar move. Fool him once, shame on the other wrestler. Fool him twice, shame on Dash. He was ready this time, pressing the has of his feet to the mat in preparation. If he wanted to catch the spry Edward, he needed the right trap, while playing the role of bait himself.

It seemed as though eating another Radiant Druid was imminent, the crowd leaning into the barricade to see if this really was the end of the beach bum. He would have to disappoint those who had decided to root for the Celtic warrior because getting hit again with that move wasn't on the menu.

Just as Edward neared, Dash rolled back onto his feet then threw himself forward in an aggressive lunge. Leading with his shoulder he charged headlong into the other wrestler, whipping his body hard in a sudden twist to try and knock the other man's head off with a massive Wipe-Out uppercut while the other man as mid move and unable to defend himself. "Woo!"