Mask De Smith vs Aiden Bolt - Jumping Out The Sky

Mask was no stranger to being in a street fight, heck before he learned of the purity of lucha libre he often roamed outside the orphanage with his fellow Smiths getting into all sorts of scraps. Usually to bail out Dan or Coyote mostly, but it came in handy when the luchador decided to tone down his theatrics and go a bit more hands on in his approach. This kid better be able to cope with this because if not? What was the point of being in the ring to start with?

The crowd gasped as the smack of the knife edge chop was heard throughout the arena there but Mask stayed focused there, but it seemed that Aiden indeed could roll with the punches there because the next thing the Smith knew he was taking a blow to the chest there! "Gugh!" Mask grunted out as he felt the sting on his toned chest, alright not bad. This kid could strike at least.

In fact it sent the 1 of the 7 reeling backwards, but Mask was no stranger to being put on the rebound there. The luchador would make sure to brace himself in time for the ropes to receive him, Mask would then try to take his momentum off the ropes and try to rush Aiden with a leaping clothesline in the hopes of taking this kid down to the mat and show em how it was done back home!

Aiden also wasn't a stranger to taking and hitting. He's been in plenty of scraps before both outside and inside the ring. Despite the teachings he's received from his teacher Sam Saturn, the boy was far from experienced in the ring. Usually operating on nothing but his own impulses. It seemed to be operating well for him since his debut, maybe this match is where his luck will run out.

Until then, the Five-Foot Tornado had 1 of the 7 on the ropes but he wasn't particularly ready for what Mask had in store for him as he backed him up to the ropes. Then it all came crashing down on him hard.

"UNGH!"

Aiden grunted out in pain, the taller luchador turning him inside out with a giant clothesline. He almost did a backflip when he got flattened. He tenderly touched his neck, now realizing that if he didn't stop fucking around, he wouldn't last long in this matchup.

Mask would admit that getting into slugfests wasn't his forte, that was Coyote's thing as the Smiths roamed the streets of Mexico City. Mask much preferred the fine art of luchadors that had the grace to wow the crowds and give them something to admire past the common gangsters that lurked around on the streets, still his strikes were bearing fruit and he managed to floor Aiden there at least.

The Smith would take a second there after crashing Aiden down to the mat there, his luchador senses detecting possible avenues of attack there. The 1 of the 7 would kip himself up off the ground, clapping his hands loudly after he'd done so to rile up the crowd.

Luchadors had to put on a show at the very least for those in attendance, glancing at Aiden there Mask would seek to scramble up to a standing position and run towards the ropes. Whereupon on the rebound Mask would attempt to leap into the air and try to land on Mr Bolt with a sprinting forward moonsault!

The short statured wrestler was quick to try and think on his feet. Which was a little unorthodox for Aiden considering his record for just making things up on the fly. He would try to make the luchador think on the defensive but that if he could get a chance to breathe.

He'd slowly laid back on the mat, trying to think of his next move while Mask was getting the crowd hyped up. But it didn't come to him as quickly as he thought.


It was only until he spotted the luchador climbing the top rope, with his back turned to the young rookie. Big mistake. Aiden was a force to be reckoned with because of his ingenuity and he was going to show it. Right as the masked man took flight, Aiden's knees shot up in an effort to halt the moonsault and stun Mask for a bit. If he succeeded, he wouldn't be done however. Rolling under his opponent's body, he would quickly jump onto his opponent's back, standing there for a moment before dropping his knees down onto his back!

Mask was keen to start implementing his gameplan there, he was more than capable of brawling it out like he did with his fellow Smiths in Mexico. But the crowd would have come in the belief that they'd witness lucha libre action from the 1 of the 7 rather than some punk from the slums, hence why the masked lad was taking to the acrobatic arsenal he had tucked away beneath that lucha noggin of his there and see if Aiden could handle getting pancaked by the Smith.

Or so Mask had hoped at the very least, but it seemed that this kid was among the craftier sort when they were pressed on the back foot. The intrinsic problem with high flying offence was it was high risk and that reared its head here. Mask felt those knees crash into his torso there and his eyes rolled up in his mask there as he then slummed to the side clutching the affected area.

Well that sure put the air out of the sails of the 1 of the 7, destiny still called for Mask however. He was far from done in this bout, even if the path blurred there for him as he suddenly desired new ribs for himself...........

"Agh..hah…fuck" Although Aiden was out of the way of that move, he still couldn't help but to fear what would have happened if he didn't counter it. Slowly rising up to his feet, and trying to get his mind in the right mindspace of this match.

He slapped his face to get those doubts out of his mind and his blood pumping, looking at the member of the Seven with what seemed to be respect or perhaps contempt. Either way, he seemed to be waiting for the masked fellow to get back up, not capitalizing on the downed opponent. So respect wasn't completely out of the question.

Mask was something that knew what it was like to be in a fight, even ignoring the inherited nature of pro wrestling in general he'd scrapped it out on the mean streets of Mexico City usually bailing out his fellows like Coyote and Dan. The luachador was thinking back on how he'd get stomped by louts on the streets and would rise up afterwards to dish out payback on em, still there were rare instances where those he scrapped with out and in the ring showed some respect. Assuming they weren't knackered out their gourds at the very leat.

The Smith would look at Aiden as he panted quietly, still it seemed the crowd was into their interactions there with the loud claps if that was anything to go by. The luchador panted quietly, but he gave a nod towards his opponent. The silent way to say "Not bad Chico."

With that the 1 of the 7 made to get into a poised and crouched posture, hands outstretched in the classic luchador pose. Before then making to try and edge forward a bit towards Aiden and would seek to try and cinch in a wrist lock attempt on the right arm and attempt to keep the Bolt contained there a bit........

Aiden stayed silent, watching Mask get back to his feet with a stoic face, it was becoming clearly evident some respect was growing between the two wrestlers. Though they weren't here to respect each other, this was a match after all. They were here to see who was the better man. And Aiden was going to win this. The crowd cheering both of them on was enough to go off on.

Aiden returned his nod with a slight one of his own. Fixing his gloves before getting back to the match at hand.

Meeting Mask halfway for another lockup, underestimating how strong Mask really was. Getting caught by the wrist lock and groaning out loud as his arm was twisted, his movement being limited by his right arm being turned by the masked luchador. He attempted to reverse the pressure by rolling from the mat and jumping back up in a kip-up!

It was parts of a match like this that Mask could really dig, the grapples and seeing how the opponent could react to them. Since coming to Japan the Smith had been testing out the indie wrestlers there and most of them seemed to resort to powering out of his grabs like how Dan or Coyote would during a Saturday night out which Mask had been more than capable of handling. However there came the rare time now when the luchador could find one that did something different when restrained.......

The 1 of the 7 would give a rare yelp of surprise as he would be the one taken for a loop here with Aiden countering with a reversal! That had Mask feeling the pressure now for a change as the crowd got into this acrobatic display, the 1 of the 7 would hop about on his shoes there as he felt it shoot up his limb. But two could play at this game the luchador reasoned, he might have been on the taller side for one who donned a mask but the Smith would try and show some acrobatics here.

Because Mask would make to step to the nearest ropes and leap off the bottom one and move with a backward roll with the momentum in the hopes of trying to toss Aiden over himself after the landing and let momentum break the hold in this exchange!

Aiden wasn't no slouch when it came to fighting opponents who were of similar skillset. Coming to Japan helped him diversify his palette. Nothing like a good ol' lucha libre wouldn't help. Showing off his agility which came from his short size. Trying to show the crowd and Mask that he could hang in the ring with the big boys. This match, much like the Summer Splash was either going to fuel or distinguish the flame Aiden Bolt was on tonight. He just needed to win....

Aiden managed to snag Mask back with his own armlock, wrenching it back slightly to work him over. Grinning as he watched Mask hop around in pain by someone much smaller than him. This catharsis would soon end however, as good things don't last forever. Aiden seemed to got too cocky and fell into the trap of his lucha opponent.

Using his size and agility to move himself towards the ropes, somewhere Aiden didn't want to be right now. Mask effortlessly jumping onto the ropes and preforming a balancing act, Aiden trying to counter this but unfortunately being too late as Mask flipped him over. Landing on his back to the mat hard!

"Ough...