Mask De Smith vs Aiden Bolt - Jumping Out The Sky

Match Rules: Standard

Spoiler:

Mask would admit, Japan had been a rather peculiar land in his mind. Since arriving after being signed onto Tension he had encountered various people in and around the arena. From self proclaimed idol fans, to those who revered a being known as The Paragon, to many a fan that knew not only of Lucha Libre and its greatness but also of Mask himself. The fact that even here he and his art had renown was good in his eyes, yet the ring called for Mask. It called him to perform for the people and to prove himself in this new land. And the Smith could only oblige.

He was in his locker room, texting in the group chat of The Killer 7. Something about Con finally going to college and Dan talking mad shit about how awesome Mask was going to be out there, regardless they wished him well in his debut. Giving his thanks Mask would look himself over in the mirror, dressed in his usual crisp white suit with purple cape. He calmly placed his black and white luchador mask over his face and nodded in the reflection before striding out the locker room once the stage hand informed him of his time to move. They, the people called him. Called him to the ultimate ring.

The lights in the arena would dim and fade out, leaving the place in pitch blackness. Then the opening tunes of Mask's theme, The Masked Man would blare from the speakers in its distorted, radio like vibes as the silhouette of a man would stand out in the curtain of the ramp, lit up by white spotlights before opening to reveal The 1 of the 7. Golden firework sparks would blast as Mask strode to the front of the ramp as he stood, stoic and proud to the opening cheers of the crowd. Mask would then stride down the ramp, then turn his head and fist bump a nearby fan in the front.

Following this Mask lept up to the apron and climbed one of the corners, whereupon he saluted the crowd and flung his purple cape to the crowd to catch. Before then backflipping right into the ring with a flawless execution to earn several further cheers from the fans in attendance, with Mask then moving to the opposite ring corner and and calmly awaiting his opponent, whoever they were for this evening..........

3 weeks after his big Summer Splash debut, Aiden would have been shipped over to Kyoto, Japan to be signed onto the Tension roster. It was a once of a lifetime opportunity for Aiden. He didn’t have much time to explore the sights before being whisked away for his next match. But he was looking forward to visiting Nijo Castle once got past this match (hopefully without too many injuries). He waited in the locker room, waiting for his turn to be called up for his match.

Once the stage hand called him up, he once more took in a deep breath as he prepared for the match in front of him. Like before, he was going into this match blind, not knowing much about his opponent and hopefully his opponent not knowing much about him. Regardless of this, like before he was still going to give his absolute best when it came down to it in the ring.

After his opponent’s entrance was finished, the stage would once again dim to the build-up of Aiden’s theme, No Plan B reverberated through the speakers as the diminutive wrestler came up to the stage. He held one of his hands up in a fist, to signal the crowd’s attention while he did the same thing that wowed the stage back in Summer Splash. Sprinting to the ring and then jumping over the top rope in elegant fashion! Landing on one knee before jumping up to greet the crowd which promptly cheered the wrestler’s arrival!

Aiden’s theme: Manafest-No Plan B:

Aiden Bolt’s current attire:

He then turned to his opponent, he seemed to be of the more elegant type, considering the suit but the mask told a different story. He was giving off a lot of mixed signals for Aiden. But nothing he couldn’t handle!

Mask was known for being rather relaxed before the match was properly started, his relaxed posture in the corner was evidence of this. The mask did a good job hiding his nerves at least, he still got those pre match jitters here and there. Chalked it up to being in a new country without the rest of the killer 7 at the front row. Still one good thing was he'd not have to put up with Dan and Coyote cussing in every single minute of the match, here he'd be able to let the people and his opponent judge his skills in the ring. Already he felt the call of destiny as before long his opponent's music would play.

The 1 of the 7 looked on as his opponent sprinted to the ring and acrobatically entered the ring, a raised eyebrow of approval was hidden by the mask there. Nice. He didn't scream luchador with his simpler attire, yet agile indeed. He was also on the smaller side, this didn't make Mask any less likely to take it easy though. After all Con was about that height and blind yet could kick someone's leg in like nothing. Mask nodded to Aiden and said in his smooth, rather softspoken tone with "Hola amigo. Name's Mask De Smith, you made quite the entrance. Least I can do is honour you with a grand bout."

With that Mask calmly removed his suit jacket and shirt, discarding it to the outside. Then he flung off his white trousers to reveal his wrestling attire, a pair of black leggings with "The Smiths." written down the right leg. His shoes were revealed to be white laced up boots with silver trim. The luchador would bounce about on his heels there as he got ready for the bell to ring. And to signal the arrival of destiny........

Aiden didn’t hide his nervousness as well as his opponent as his hands were still shaking from his own entrance, taking in deep breaths while he examined his opponent. He seemed to be well dressed and pretty composed for the most part, not nervous as Aiden was. He seemed to be taller than him, which wasn’t much of a surprise to the shorter wrestler, people seemed to like pitting him up against taller opponents. He didn’t care, no matter the size, he was still going to fight to the best of his abilities, his yellow eyes watching Mask nod to the challenger.

“Aiden Bolt. I wouldn’t expect anything less than a great bout from a luchador like yourself.”

He replied back, a smile forming around his lips, looking to keep the promise of making it a great bout like his match at Summer Splash. He still hasn’t talked to Jasper past backstage after the pre-show. Maybe they could reconnect after this match. But right now, he needed to focus on the match at hand. He then got in his own stance, his left arm outstretched while his right arm stayed next to his waist as he bent down slightly as the two awaited the bell ringing, signifying the start of the match.

DING!-DING!-DING!

“Alright..” Aiden spoke to himself while the match was now underway, the smaller man moving closer to start a lock-up to test the waters and get this match started. He couldn’t wait to see what his opponent had in store for him.

It was go time. It was destiny's call. Mask inwardly contemplated this as he was called to the ring, the Smith was eager to perform and show one thing. That the people knew who the strongest was. The luchador nodded at Aiden's words and pumped his chest with his right hand as a respectful gesture to it. Truthfully Mask didn't believe he was yet worthy of such praise given his relatively young career but was grateful all the same.

"Aight Chico. Let's rumble." Mask said as he started bouncing about on his feet there, the 1 of the 7 heard the bell ring. This was it. In many of Mask's bouts in Mexico he had often rushed out the gate in his attempts to claim glory. Yet Aiden offered him a lockup there, a rarer sight in the homeland of the masked warriors given the love of explosive and dynamic offence said there~

Yet Mask was also rather decent in collar and elbow wrestling. He figured what the hell. The Smith would flex his fingers and take up the strain there as he started attempting to push forward in the lockup, his eyes calm and near unblinking as he and Aiden got this match rolling!

”Let’s go Aiden, time to give this crowd a good time~" Aiden thought to himself as the bell rang through his ears, signaling the match's start. Aiden once more took in a deep breath as the two faced off in a lockup. Obviously, Aiden wasn't going to win this lockup but outmatched the masked wrestler in strength. So instead he thought of pulling the same trick he did back in Summer Splash. As their hands were about to interlock, Aiden’s leg suddenly shot out to his opponent’s gut, attempting to make him double over for a second.

If this worked, he’d quickly capitalize on the situation, wrapping his arms around the taller wrestler’s head in a quick headlock, trying to outmaneuver the luchador with his size and speed, something he’s been well known for in the indie scene. The younger boy couldn’t help but smirk, looking down at the masked wrestler whilehe wrenched the headlock again.


“Hehe~”

The redhead chuckled a bit not more out of gloating but more of a “Haha got your head” sort of way. Now pushing himself and Mask back against the ropes, looking to prepare something, perhaps a bulldog of some sorts?

It was go time. Mask was gonna make sure that he honoured the upbringing that Harman Smith bestowed upon him and the rest of the 7, destiny called for him. Something about his opponent at least reminded Mask of the lad Con in his group, scrappy but had a lot of energy.

Which made Mask smirk at the very least under his mask, but said thing was about to be turned upside down as it seemed that Aiden was keen to play coy with Mask here and made to suddenly switch sides and managed to catch the 1 of the 7 in for a side headlock!

"Nhn!" Mask sharply grunted out in response to this. Yeah he was definitely like Con for sure. But Mask was a pretty decent ring general in his own right despite his youth, when Aiden made to push the pair to the ropes the Smith would quickly gain his ring awareness and get his right foot rested on the bottom rope and tried to lean backwards as best he could in the lad's grip. "Rope break! Drop it Hermano." Mask uttered out, still this exchange helped him gleam a tidbit to his opponent's strategy.

So the guy could see through that mask of his. Aiden watched as Mask’s right leg hit the rope, confidently causing a rope break, much to the dislike of the smaller wrestler, wanting to keep the headlock locked in for a while. Still he obliged, almost immediately.

“Alright…” Aiden smiled coyly while backed away from the luchador, shrugging his shoulders before he got back into his stance. He was little more weary knowing that Mask wasn’t going to be some push over. But he was also excited, given the fact that he was actually going toe to toe with a newcomer who knew his shit.

Once both competitors were finally ready for each other, Aiden would start it off by trying to deliver a low kick to the luchador’s shin, testing the waters. Although it seemed as though Aiden had it all figured out, he had no strategy whatsoever on how to win this match.

Mask was still a relative greenhorn in terms of wrestling, but he'd taken to the ring quite well in his time in the indies. He adopted a little saying that his pal Coyote had come up with, when shit hit the fan it helped to have an escape plan. And the 1 of the 7 thanked his fellow Smith for this advice, it seemed at least that Aiden would abide by the rules of the engagement at least even if his cheeky remark and expression went the opposite way.

Still it didn't really irk Mask, he was known for keeping a clear enough head even outside of the ring considering the folks he used to hang with, so he simply responded with silence towards him. Then as they got back into the match Aiden was swift enough to tag Mask on the shin there, the luchador responded with a harsh grunt as he failed to check the kick in time. But if Aiden wanted to play this game fine Mask could throw hands, learning as he did on the mean streets of Mexico City with his fellow orphans.

The 1 of the 7 would seek to swiftly bring up his right arm and seek to slap Aiden right across the chest with a knife-edge strike! It was time to see if this kid could take a good sting there because back in his hometown you made sure to put a good impression on someone in a bout.

Aiden had to admit. There was something about this mask character that just made it seem like a bad guy to tick off. Considering his quiet calmness to the shorter wrestler's antics. He didn't want to be in the eye of a calm storm so he thought about toning the toying around a bit. Until…

"AGH!"

That was before he nearly got floored by a chop to the chest by the luchador, clutching his chest as he groaned out in pain. That few seconds of processing the chop before quickly retaliating, with no forethought. Trying to blast the luchador's chest with a sharp kick to the chest! Aiden usually acted on impulse which could make him a very dangerous opponent on his own.

Aiden's emotions seemed to easily take the better of him sometimes, usually making him make a mistake once in a while.