A Detailed Look At Anglo-Welsh Relations: Alois Trancy vs Jasper A. Rhys

Alois would try to gain back his bearings, weakly grabbing at the rope to try amd get back up quickly, it was sad sight to see the great and proud aristocrat left a crawling, sniveling mess. If his father was watching this match, he'd probably die out of embarrassment. Seeing his own son be ragdolled by his shorter, stronger and somehow poorer than him. And the suffering was far from over.

Jasper watching over the weakened English boy with a sadistic attitude. Alois's moderate welsh prepared him for the worst as his opponent asked if he had enough. Before giving an answer to this cheeky answer, he was quickly backstabbed, by a knee to his back once, making him arch again from the pain, whining loudly.

"Aghaha...why?"

His suffering far from over, as the bluenette capitalized on his opponent's predicament, stretching his back with an abdominal stretch. Giving him a ultimatum to end this. But Alois, despite being in quite a bit of pain, wasn't going to give up.

"Ewch...ffyc...eich hun."

Alois managed to spit out in broken Welsh, and ball up a bit of spit, rejecting Jasper's offer to give up with a spat to his face.

"... Your Welsh isn't that good, take it from a native speaker." Jasper muttered at the Aristocrat, a tranquil voice as a calculated fury took hold of him, glaring down at the Blonde English lad with his typically cheerful and easy-going personality full of impetuous energy and playful zeal now replaced with the same anger that trounced Ryo and Iyaya, though the nationalistic fervour replaced with a calculated anger... Especially now that Alois' spit rolled down the boy's cheek after that display of venomous defiance...

So, How did Jasper respond to such an act?

He began wailing on Alois of course, raining down hard-hitting blows down on the English boy's face with a certainly noticeable anger, fists smashing against the Aristocrat's face with a force and regularity that'd make the boxers of Momentum proud, but however much spite Jasper felt towards the newcomer, he did eventually stop... Stopping just before the referee girl had to pull him off the English boy and sighing to himself, staring at his fists and asking.

"Give up yet?" Once again, Jasper offered mercy though... he didn't really expect to get a positive answer from Alois.

The saying goes you reap what you sow and Alois did just that. Spitting in the face of mercy wasn't going to be looked upon lightly, which went to prove Alois's own thinking: "No person could ever be that nice and not have some skeletons in his closet." Not taking into the account the many times he pushed away his offer to be friends and his asshole behavior towards him. Nope, definitely all Jasper's fault. Alois rolled the dice and he was going to pay for it. Dearly.

Trying to shield himself from the vicious blows of the Welsh farmboy, which proved to be useless with one hand out and the other stuck. After the first few punches, has face started to feel numb from the pain but after the fourth, he started feeling that stinging sensation. His eyes starting to water and nose starting to run. Weakly moaning after each shot and it becoming clearly evident who this match was favoring. Jasper just seemed to be better than Alois in every single way. From the way he handled himself in the ring to his friendly and social attitude. He almost felt like a different person when it came down to it. Once the beatdown was paused, Alois was left to his own thoughts and...blood?

Alois was quick to stir from his punch drunk stupor, tenderly touching his forehead to find his worst nightmares realized with sticky red substance that he produced. He was bleeding. Quick to wipe it away with his blue sleeves, which soon turned purple. Alois didn't answer Jasper's question but stook his hand out. Was it because he finally realized the error of his ways? Nah. If Jasper was naive enough to accept that handshake, he would be sucked into a brutal clothesline! The blonde boy then proceeding to get some payback with body shots to the Welsh cat's stomach.

By this point, Jasper's blood began to cool down as he stared down at the pitiful sight, once again his empathy reigning in the calculated anger that had been directing him this entire time, looking up at his gloved hands and seeing the small bits of blood splattered upon his gloves from the utter battering he inflicted upon the poor blonde, questioning if he even made the right choice in all the actions he'd done that led up to this match...

Until suddenly and quite pleasantly... Alois seemed to actually reciprocate Jasper's mercy and offered for a handshake, the Welsh boy giving a subtle but pleased smile as he took the bait, once again the country boy's naive kindness used against him in the AFW ring as Alois struck fast, and struck with his own brand of calculated aristocratic brutality!

"Wha- -ACK!!" Went the Bluenette as the Blonde successfully floored him with a beautifully executed clothesline, Jasper then letting out multiple pained groans as the English boy struck his stomach with multiple hard stomps into it, pain shooting through the boy's body as each stomp smashed against the Welsh boy's toned midsection "-Y-You B-Bastard...!" Jasper hissed, gritting his teeth with seething fury despite the pain!

To say that Alois was livid was a understatement, he was INFURIATED. The fact that this farm boy made him bleed in front of a crowd in his own DEBUT match was enough for Alois to continue kicking in the poor Welsh boy's stomach in! A sadistic smile growing on his face as he continued to beat on the Rising Star, still staying silent but his grunts of pure sadist joy was enough to tell that he was enjoying this. When he spoke, his voice was raspy and out of breath as if he was shouting while kicking Jasper's breakfast out of his stomach.

"I'm going to enjoy making you suffer...you little Welsh brat.."

He breathlessly said, bending down to pick the poor Welsh Ace up by the scruff of his hair! Once he was back up, Alois planned to drop him back down, as he backed up to the ropes behind him. Stretching the ropes as he rushed Jasper, his boot extended right where the face of our lovable Welsh Dragon's face! If Jasper didn't dodge in time, he would be subjected to another big boot! Alois wasting no time to pin him down as he hooked a leg, smirking as he waited for the three count!

"ONE!!"

Pain, oh so much pain...

Jasper's body was rocked several times over with a series of hard-hitting kicks into the Welsh boy's stomach, his body writhing with sharp agonizing pain from each hard blow the Aristocrat sent into his beleaguered opponent, the smaller bluenette gripping his stomach through it all and praying to God (for the first time in years too in a match) that he won't get his breakfast vomited out onto the mat... "-OUGKH!" Grunted the little Welshman as the crowd watched the beating with horror, Contempt for Alois growing as the English boy pounded away at his midsection before he finally stopped...

"S-Sod off." was Jasper's only retort to Alois' hatred filled hiss before being cut short by an audible yelp of pain as the Blonde grabbed his blue-haired opponent by his hair and back up onto his feet, the Welshman's eyes welling up with faint tears as the hair follicles on Jasper's head burned from the yank, the hazel eyes of the young wrestler soon filling up with a burning anger as Alois soon backed his battered rival against the ropes with Jasper seeming to bizarrely accept his fate as Alois took several steps back and ran forward, the audience watching with horror as it seemed the blue boy would eat another big-boot to the face and be utterly defeated...!

...Close, but no Cigar!

With timing that'd make a Newtype proud, Alois would find his boot hitting nothing but the air as Jasper ducked below the English boy and soon was upon him like a pouncing predator, the spiteful little Welshman smashing his head up against his opponent's chin in a desperate headbutt, the two wrestlers subsequently falling onto the mat with Jasper making sure to land a hasty makeshift elbow drop into his foe's stomach!

"Rydych chi wedi gwneud camgymeriad gwaedlyd enfawr." Jasper growled in his native tongue to the likely pained Alois with the usually kind-hearted and gently tempered Bluenette now filled with nothing but anger and contempt for his rival!

Alois was so sure of his victory against the newtype, attempting to get his first win over the Welsh brat in record time too! But dreams take effort to make come true, Alois, however, took the short route of this, resorting to cheap tactics and playing on Jasper's empathy for others. It seemed like they were frozen in place, there Alois was, a hero and deserving of the title he has given himself, and there, Jasper, a good-for-nothing brat that everyone thought they loved. Oh how wrong Alois was, and how badly would he miss this! The big boot hit nothing but air as Alois stumbled from the missed impact!

"What the-AGHH!!

Karma would hit Alois like a gun, as his opponent would duck the boot and rise up with a headbutt to the chin of poor Alois! The blonde aristocrat clutched his mouth as he stamped the mat he was laying on, muffling cursing from the bratty boy, his face and now his mouth oozing red liquid, his eyes bloodshot red with anger and trying to fight from the pain!

But Alois's troubles wouldn't be over though, as the Welsh boy dropped an elbow into the Brit's stomach! Making him quit clutching his mouth as he now clutched his stomach from the pain! Wanting to get away from the Welsh brat's brutish attacks, Alois would rollout of the ring, crawling to the announcer's desk, as he tried to wipe the red stuff from his face, his attire turning from bright blue turning to purple!


Maybe it wasn't call to provoke someone like Jasper, maybe he could fair better with someone like Ryo Kamiya...