Nekketsu Championship Tournament: Round 1: Edward Sealgair vs Junsu Nham

"What was that? Sorry, I don't speak loser." Junsu hissed down at Edward with a smear as the other wrestler cried out through the rain his boot across the Celtic warrior's body. His superior positioning made it nigh impossible to defend against as he assaulted the poor blonde boy beneath him with an onslaught of stomps. The crowd seemed strangely indifferent to the heelish display, the loudest among them even cheering for the K-pop sensation as he battered his foe.

Finally the official stepped in, coming up beside Junsu, motioning her nearly finished her five count for his excessive attack of a grounded opponent. Just as she was about to call the match off, he stopped with one final stomp, using that one to trample Edward as he walked over top of him. The green haired Korean moved to the ropes, throwing his arms wide as he leaned his chest against them, turning his head upwards to pose for the crowd as if he were some sort of heavenly figure. It seemed to work though, it had the people seated closest to the barricade rising to their feet, clapping and cheering.

With a dynamic twirl on his heel, the K-pop star swung around to rest his back against the ropes, draping his arms over the top one to casually lounge while the official checked on Edward. He brought a palm briefly to his mouth, yawning. It was mostly for show, hiding the need to catch his breath after going to town on the blonde behind the guise of boredom.

"You know, they warned me about this tournament. All sorts of skilled competitors with years of experience or bright futures… how long have you been wrestling for? They said this was supposed to difficult." Junsu tilted his head, smirking down at Edward as he spoke from a fairly safe distance while prodding the man with insults veiled behind innocent inquiry.

The first thought going through Edwards mind was..."Ow...my everything..." as at long last the barrage of relentless stomps came to an end, the referee nearly ending the match by disqualifying the famous pop star for his aggressive actions. In truth, Edward was glad she didn't. Not just because he didn't like the idea of winning by DQ...but because of the second thought that went through his head, that Junsu was a complete jerk...who deserved to get his ass kicked.

To Junsu's credit, young Edward needed several moments to catch his breath, check that his nose wasn't broken, which thankfully it wasn't, though a trickle of blood did leak out of it, much to his chagrin. Soon after though, as the pain of the stomps started to fade, he kicked both his legs up, and bucking his hips, landing on his feet with an impressive Kip Up, wiping the blood off his lip onto his blue hand wraps.

"Don't count me out just yet lad. Take more than a cheap shot and getting stomped by fancy lady shoes to put down a proper Scot." he said, getting his arms up again while glaring at the green haired male, looking ready to lock up for a proper grapple this time. If Junsu came close enough to lock up, Edward would extend his arm, raising one hand up and spreading his fingers, a clear and obvious offer for a classic Test of Strength!

While the kip up had gotten a rising cheer from some of the audience, it left much to be desired by Junsu. The other man's acrobatic feat only seemed to bore him further, getting a lazy roll of his eyes as the Korean pop star continued to lounge against the ropes as if he had no care in the world. It wasn't until Edward called his attire into question that the blond wrestler seemed to get a rise out of him.

"Fancy. Lady. Shoes." His brow arched slightly higher with every word as his slender form slipped from the ropes, shifting his weight from one foot to the other with arms firmly folded. "These are Saint Laurents, a limited run. Worth more than everything you likely own in your shoe box closet, the bike you likely peddled to get here on, and that braided rat tail monstrosity you call a haircut. You should be honored to be ground into dust with them considering every time I stuff them kicking you I am lowering their value significantly."

He hadn't really moved, dead locked in a glaring contest with Edward. Unlocked the more seasoned Celtic warrior, the idea of a traditional wrestling match seemed foreign to the Korean pop star. The attempt to initiate a test of strength was met only with an odd look, staring at the gesturing hand of Edward as if the other man was attempting to cast dark magic at him.

"Tch. Whatever." His arms parted, flicked out briefly to his side, giving them both a small shake as if he had given them a solid workout already. With long pronounced strides he walked on an angle path towards Edward, not rushing directly forward. He was so close now… just out of arms reach. There was a small spring in his step, light on the balls of his feet as if ready to retreat back should Edward lunge for him. "Just remember, I gave you the mercy of a quick defeat. Now it's going to be slow and painful when I choke you out."

Ed just blinked in response at the pop idols defense of his lady shoes and how Edward must have been just a poor slob in comparison. "Wow...I thought you were really hot when you got in the ring...but you're like, a total dick. Also, not that it matters, but I'm kinda the heir to an internationally selling whiskey distillery. Just cause you HAVE money doesn't mean you need to waste it on fancy lady shoes...also, who wears rich people shoes to a wrestling match? One stomp of my boot and your moneys completely wasted."

While replying, he kept his hand up, offering the test of strength as Junsu finally made his way over, keeping it up until Ed's wrapped fingers and Junsu's bare ones finally made contact and locked them together with each other...

...and then Edward promptly stomped down hard on Junsu's foot. "So how much did that bring the value down?" he'd ask, before pulling Junsu towards him and trying to flip him to the mat with an arm drag!

Despite how downright vitriolic Junsu seemed to be as a person, he still seemed to hold onto an impressive control over her charm. As easily as flipping on a light switch he flashed Edward a smile that could have easily made the cover of any magazine. When he spoke it was a soft almost pitying tone that made him sound sympathetic even when he was speaking solely to belittle the blond.

“The two things aren’t mutually exclusive you know.” His words came out in a low purr, like a soft rumbling whisper shared by people in an intimate moment together. “It’s perfectly fine to be turned on while I throttle you. I’m not one to judge you for your base perversions.” When his opponent claimed he came from money, it got a small snort from the k-pop star. His eyes thinned into narrow slits, judging the other man's whole demeanor and seemingly coming aware unimpressed.

“Heir to a fortune. Cute. Some of us build our own brands instead of collecting on Daddy’s…. Obviously I wear “rich” people boots to a wrestling match. As fetching as I’d look in spandex tights such, I prefer to hold myself to a higher standard. What’s the point of money if you don’t spend it?” Their fingers inched closer… closer… until at the last minute Junsu pulled them back, leaning forward.

His fingers clenched into a balled fist, rearing back with a cruel smirk on his face as he prepared to try to cold cock Edward again. The sharp pain of a heavy boot heel stomping on his toes however brought his momentum to a sudden halt. Letting out a cry of pain, he hopped off balance as a rain of boos echoed from the crowd at the dirty move. It left Junsu open, easy prey for Edward to reach out and take an outstretched arm meant to hold back the blond from approaching and flip the green haired star onto his back with an arm drag.

"See, I wear wrestling boots to a match, because wrestling boots are made for wrestling and they won't lose hundreds of dollars in value in getting scuffed like your shoes will." Edward replied towards the downed Junsu, about to attack again...when the sound of booing made him pause. The crowd was...booing him? That was...that was new. Far as he could recall, he'd never been booed before. On the indies and in AFW, the crowd generally liked his flashy high flying style, or found his defeats to hentai or comical mishaps in the ring funny. At the worst, he was tolerated and ignored, but never actually booed. Was this Junsu guy this popular?

Honestly, Ed didn't feel bad about stomping on the mans foot. Dude was clearly an arrogant jerk, and he had cheap shotted Ed first after all, even if it wasn't an entirely fair tactic. Still...he didn't like being booed like that. Maybe something flippy would change their minds? Giving a stomp on Junsu's body to keep him down, Edward would rush towards the ropes, leaping towards them once he got close enough, hitting the middle ropes with his feet and flipping backwards, clearing half the ring and trying to splash his chest onto Junsu's with a Lionsault!

Down on the mat, Junso’s lithe form twisted and writhed. Gripping his arching back with a firm palm and kicking a heel into the canvas. Clearly not one accustomed to being thrown around, even the simple technique had put on the hurt. Despite all of this however, he couldn't help but let out a strained laugh when Edward went on about his boring wrestling boots. Mustering his strength, the Korean pop star propped himself up, resting on his elbows while he stared up at the blond with a smug knowing smirk.

“They are worth more now because of this little farce than the rest of your drab gar-urgh!” Cut short as a boot came down on him again, eliciting a look of surprise as if being interrupted mid sentence had been inconceivable. His focus on berating the other wrestler took a back seat to nursing his stomach as he lay wheezing.

Unable to really defend himself, he made for an easy target. Lacking ring awareness and overall experience, clear counters to a flipping blond through the air towards him didn’t seem to exist. Edward came crashing down flush in a picture perfect lionsault that quieted some of his detractors in the audience and inflamed others as they watched him begin to dismantle the Korean rookie.

Man that felt good. Edward had been having some trouble hitting his high flying attacks in recent matches, and being able to hit even a lighter flying move like the Lionsault felt great, especially on this attractive jerk. Based on the look on Junsu's face, he was honestly surprised that Edward had even struck him. Just how experienced was this guy? More importantly, as he got up to his feet, next to his opponents body, why was he getting booed? Did the crowd not see him get cheap shotted earlier?

"Look lad, I get it, you're super rich cause of your music, and you're like stupid hot, that voice you did gave me a shiver by the way, and you wanna rock cool expensive clothes and look awesome. That's cool and all, I'm just saying maybe don't wrestle in them. I'm about to scuff up these nice shoes, and these lights above us are hot, I'm already starting to sweat under them and now that's going to get all over this nice shirt and piss you off more!"

As if to prove his point, the bare chested Edward turned around, facing away from Junsu, bent slightly, and leapt upwards, kicking his legs up while throwing his upper body backwards, expertly flipping backwards and splashing back down onto Junsu's upper body with a standing moonsault, pressing his lightly sweaty chest against the K-Pop idols, holding him down and hooking his leg for a pin attempt!

The Korean Pop star was far more use to making hits than taking hits, which was becoming more apparent as the match went on. Generally when there was some heavy body lifting that needed doing, he had a guy for that. That's what money was there for. On his own in the ring, it was another story altogether. It was only now donning on him that perhaps his defensive abilities were not exactly on par with his offensive ones. He winced on the mat, glaring up at Edward as he gave a long-winded explanation to... what exactly? He had tuned the other man out half way through his lecturing. Junsu was famous, he didn't need to listen to people like this guy.

When the blond turned around, Junsu's eyes flared up at the opportunity. He could attack again while Edward's back was turned and easily steal back momentum. No sooner had the thought occurred to him however than the blond boy took flight, flipping backwards onto him. "Oof!" Eyes shot wide at the impact, caught by surprise due his general lack of wrestling knowledge. He let out a pained gasp for air as his leg was hefted up and shoulders pushed to the mat.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Ngh!" Green hair frazzled, teeth bared in a snarl, and a grunt of pure frustration as he throw up an arm, bucking Edward just enough to break the pinfall. The audacity of this... nobody! Didn't he understand how big Junsu was? How important he is?! He had the nerve to try and ruin his big debut and rob of winning this tournament he CLEARLY deserved to win more than the Celtic wrestler. Witha  twitch in his eye he cocked back the arm he used to break the count, throwing a hard elbow up towards the blond's stupid little face before attempting to shove him away.

"Ah!"

Edward yelped. He had just gotten off of Junsu's body after he kicked out, only to take a hard elbow shot right to the face, nailing him just above his eye, causing him to fall back onto his rear end, pressing a blue taped hand onto his face to soothe it. Once he pulled it back though, he'd find a purple splotch on his hand, blinking as a thin red trail started to flow from his busted open eyebrow down his cheek. A common enough injury in wrestling, but no less annoying, especially coming from such an arrogant jerk like Junsu!

He went over to the K-pop Idol, whose fans were cheering him on for kicking out of Edward's pinfall, and grabbed his arm, starting to pull the man up to his fancy lady shoes to do another attack...only for the referee to get in his way, doing her job by checking on his cut and making sure he could continue, to which he'd turn to look at her, snarking "It's just a cut, I'm fine, it's barely a trickle!" at her in his Celtish brogue, waving her off, while taking his eyes off of his opponent.