A FIRST TIME MEETING: KEVIN DEREK VS. RAFAEL VEGA

Match Type: Standard Ring Match
Match Rules: Win by Submission or KO
# of Falls: 1 (with a best 2 of 3 option)

KEVIN DEREK


VS.

RAFAEL VEGA


Kevin coming fresh off his first loss against another guy in Tension and feeling like making an example out of someone to shake it off.  Anxious to get back in the ring to redeem himself in this fed. Pumping himself up as he looks his muscled 22yo, 5'9", 165# body over in the dressing room mirror and makes sure every hair on his head is in place for his entrance before heading out toward the backstage curtain.

Hearing his intro music ... 'Into the Mystic" playing and his name announced first with mostly cheers from the crowd. Smirking and thinking "they are bound to love me" to himself and then stepping out into sight. Bouncing around on the balls of his feet with his arms extended high over his head. "HELL YEAH!!!" ... Yelling out his trademark entrance and bursting into a run toward the ring ... his barefoot and shirtless body pops up and jump slides under the bottom rope.

Jumping up to his feet now and adjusting his red square cut shorts as some butterflies kick up in his stomach. Unsure of exactly what to expect as he rushed to blindly accept an offer to lockup with Rafael; a wrestler no one seems to know much about. Still, liking his chances but always anxious when locking up with an opponent for the first time. His muscle tight and ready as he bounces around and waits for some fresh meat to join him in the ring.

Rafael was feeling good about tonight's match against the blond badass Kevin Derek, especially as he checked himself out in the mirror in the new ring gear. The tiny blue shorts with the orange trim accent looked great on him in his totally humble opinion, and makes sure to take a pre-match selfie he could post later to work his promo game. The algorithm did love a good thirst trap after all.

One of the stage hands comes to get him and quickly ushers him into place backstage just a few moments before the arena goes dark and they announce his name. He walks into the spotlight with a big grin, waving, winking, blowing the occasional kiss as well. He scans the crowd lining down the ramp and finds the perfect opportunity to stop and take a selfie with one lucky girl. "Make sure to tag me, babe!" he shouts to her as he jogs the rest of the way to the ring.

"What's up dude?" he greets as he climbs into the ring and rolls his shoulders around. He meets in the center of the ring and waits with hands perched confidently on his hips. It was his 5'7" 145 versus Kevin's 5'9" 165, but coming from a strong judo background, he had no anxiety facing off against a taller or bigger guy.

Kevin's eyes narrow as he watches the ramp intensely while his newly found opponent comes into sight for the first time.  Mouthing out....

"DAYUM!"

A direct response to the hawt and tightly muscled guy walking toward him wearing just barely enough to count as ring gear.  Grinning as Rafael plays to the crowd and feeds his apparently addition to social media content before finally getting into the ring.

"Hey Kid ... How you feeling about taking a loss tonight?  Good I hope...."

Kevin turns his back on his opponent to mess with him as he shakes his arms and legs out and gets set for this thing to start.  Turning back toward Rafael and closing in while the ref checks things over then calls for the bell.

Kid!? This guy couldn't be more than a few years older than him and yet he was talking down to him like this. Rafael laughs as he asks him if he wants to take a fall, clearly this blond had a few screws lose tonight. He shakes his head to refuse but instead the guy just turns his back on him. Rude. Well two could play at that game easily.

"Okay boomer" Rafael sneers as he flippantly waves at Kevin like he was a nuisance. A bit of sass was never a bad idea and when Kevin turns around again there'd be a big cheeky grin on his face.

"I promise not to make you work too hard, I know the elderly have stamina issues" He lets the referee check him out shortly after and then they back off, leaving the two combatants to face off. Rafael raises his arms to await the bell.

Shrugging his shoulders as Rafael snaps back, Kevin looks his opponent up and down taking in the sight as he plans his attack. Tensing up his taller muscle in preparation.

"DING!"

Hearing the bell, Kevin instantly drops forward on both hands and flips his body forward .... his long, toned legs comes up and over with his calves latching themselves tight around the neck of the trash talking punk in the ring with him.  

"HUNGH ... more than enough for you in the tank"

Letting his arms drop as he flexes his abs to swing out to the side and hopefully send Rafael in a twist across the ring.

Rafael goes wide-eyed as Kevin opens up the match with a forward hand-stand and then vaults himself into a position with legs wrapped around his head. He latches onto those thighs to try and stop him but the momentum is greater than he anticipated. Rafael takes several stumbling steps but loses his balance to the move, sending Rafael tumbling onto his head and shoulders.

He bounces and rolls as the momentum comes to an end, leaving him blinking up at the lights. "What the--" he groans as he sits up on his elbow, rubbing the back of his head. While he had heard of such a move before, he'd never thought about opening a match with something like that.

Taking the elderly comment a bit too seriously for the 22 year old stud he is, Kevin spins back up to a knee and then to his feet.  Going into a run, he comes in hot into the ropes closest to Rafael.

"Too fast for you Hollywood?"

Yelling out in reference to his cocky opponent's opening posing and pictures with fans as he rebounds off and flies toward Rafael with a sharp knee out aiming for his chest ... intending to knock the propped up pretty boy back down flat to provide an answer to his "what the...." question.

"Hollywood!?" Rafael repeats with disbelief. Where was this guy coming up with these crazy ideas? He was from Brazil for crying out loud. Rafael puts his hands to the mat and hoists himself up as he feels the ring shaking with Kevin's sprint. He sees the man rush passed him as he bounces into the ropes and comes flying back with extra speed.

""Too slow old man!" Rafael shouts out as he ducks to the side and lets the big flying knee soar passed him. Rafael winks to the crowd and gets himself into position, body turned halfway and fires off a high-kick aimed for the side of Kevin's pretty little head.

“ER … SHIT!”

Kevin’s knee catches nothing but air as he flies by and slides to a stumbling stop in the center of the ring.  Making a graceful recovery and staying on his feet, but missing none the less.

“You little punk!”

Responding to the “too slow” comment as he looks with wide eyes to the crowd and then starts to turn when …..

“AARRGHHHHHH”

Kevin’s jaw and side of his head rattles from the strong kick landing solid.  Staggering sideways and into the ropes near the corner.  Rattled but not going down … shaking it off and trying to get his eyes back on his apparently quick, smaller opponent.

Rafael grows excited and becomes emboldened after seeing Kevin take the kick to the head and struggle so much with it. He's tempted to do a little self-promotion but he figures it might be a tad too early for it.

"Don't worry, I'll help you into an early retirement!" he announces loudly as he charges towards his staggering opponent. It was his turn to show off some big air skills and Rafa launches himself into the air with something simple but effective: a dropkick! He aims for center mass trying to blast him back and towards the corner too if he was lucky.