Blue looks good on you- Cobalt Comet vs Alois!

*After making a splash on the minor circuits throughout the vast venues that AFW hosted, it wouldn't be long before The Cobalt Comet would make his long awaited appearance on a more public spectrum- Namely, a televised exhibition match. While he would have preferred something a bit more glamorous, the promise of earning his keep amongst the common rabble did sound like a more earnest route to take. Plus, who knows- Perhaps someone backstage would be keeping a close eye on the match itself, potentially opening up doors in his imminent future. The prospect alone was enough to convince him to take the match, and as he made the necessary preparations for the approaching brawl his mind was flooded with what he could expect.* "Whatever I come across, no matter how experienced or tenacious, they're not stopping me from claiming what's rightfully mine!" *With a defiant fist raised towards the sky, Comet stormed out of the locker rooms and down the hallway, making his grand appearance on stage!*

*The crowd ubiquitously popped as he bounced around at the top of the ramp, getting them amped up before charging towards the ring, sliding underneath the lowest hanging rope before subsequently leaping onto his feet. Rolling with his momentum, he proceeded to ricochet off the ropes before finally landing on a singular knee, elevating his index finger towards the roof to indicate that his future in this company was sky high, and nothing was going to take that away from him!*

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"They're only cheering him because your more hated. They're only cheering him on because you're more hated..."

Were the words that came out of the short aristocratic blonde man as he apparently tried to cope with the fact that he had an absolutely dismal run currently in the AFW brand, from being humiliated by a Welsh brat to second fiddle to a bloody jobber! Could you believe it?! Alois definitely couldn't. His pacing back and forth through the locker room became more and more erratic. His hair longer and more unkempt. Obviously everything wasn't going well at all..

Even more evident as he quickly shoved the match arranger out of the way before he could even say it was his turn. Alois was going in this blind and it was once more going to cost him. Bad. Walking out to the ring with thunderous boos and jeers from the crowd amd his own theme just barely being heard. Alois's smirk didn't seem authentic, more so forced. Once at the ring, Alois would grab at the middle rope, taunting the naysayers with a quick show of flexibility in a show of a split. Sliding into the ring to meet his opponent. Any form of positive emotion he felt as he saw that blue and black color scheme and mask.

"You.."

*It was no secret that Comet was a lively individual, rather easygoing and approachable by most everyone, but the instant he locked eyes with Alois, he knew he had his work cut out for him- There was something in his stoic, icy glare that made his blood run cold; he exuded the callous expression of someone who had been through the ringer, and tonight, the masked muscle was going to feel the full extent of his disdain.*

"Me?" *He casually retorted, trying to break the fragile ice by quizzically tilting his head.* "We don't even know each other...yet~" *He chuckled to himself, hearing the bell finally sound! Deciding to be the proactive party, Comet dashed towards the ropes, springing against them as a means of propelling himself directly towards his target!* "Name's Comet! Nice to meet ya!" *He shouted while simultaneously twisting his body sideways, attempting to slam across him for a horizontal body splash!*

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Alois already knew he was going to hat every single second of this match. Though it was quite the surprise to see a masked wrestler, he’s hasn’t had his fair share of those before, but opting to remain cautious, knowing that one wrong move could land him in trouble. Slowly trying to test the ropes before suddenly….he raced toward the ropes!

“Gahgahaha!”

Alois was quick to realize this, trying to chase after him before it was too late, and to nobody’s surprise, it was, as he took the full force of 190lbs on top of him, knocking the absolute wind out of him, maybe Alois wasn’t cut out for this wrestling business..helping out in pain as he clutched his chest.

*As both competitors connected, Comet obviously coming out on the better end of the clash, he took a quick glance towards the audience and noticed how elated they were beginning to become- Now was the chance to capitalize, seizing the opportunity to try and work in a quick pin for a potentially easy win.*

"Hey..um..do me a favor and hold still~" *He sheepishly inquired, wiggling his glistening, bronzed frame across the breadth of Alois's body while simultaneously hooking his arm within the crook of his leg.* "This should only take a few seconds~"

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Alois definitely wasn't going down without a fight despite how convincing the bronzed fighter made it seem. Groaning out in pain as he hooked his leg for a quick pin from that otherwise well executed body splash. But despite this, Alois was hellbent on winning this match despite the immediate height difference and possible experience between the two. He was quick to react as the referee started their 3 count.

"One..."

He could barely hear the ref's count from underneath the burly masked wrestler, but still managed to kick out at one and even adding in something for good measure as he raised his shoulders up, and then slamming his elbow down HARD on the unsuspecting wrestler's chiseled abdomen. Trying to gain some form of space so he could formulate something up.

*Having inadvertently shifted into cruise control, Comet began to inadvertently feel himself daydream about something completely unrelated to the fight he was currently involved in- This, undoubtedly, would provide Alois the perfect opportunity to break the countdown, managing to deliver a mammoth blow to the defenseless acrobat's midsection!*

"Gguuhhhh!" *The visceral impact left him a little more than just breathless as his body contorted and shifted sideways, his tanned side slamming against the mat as his legs knelt into the canvas, propping his plump derriere towards the ceiling to give his foe quite the delicious view of his peach.*

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Alois finally managed to get out of the throes of the Comet’s pin attempt, putting quite a lot of force into that elbow. He got what he asked for and more when the acrobat released him from the leg hook. Slowly getting up out to admire his opponent writhing in pain, sighing to himself as he fished for the back pocket of his tights, producing a hair band to tie his disheveled hair back into a ponytail.

”You know, if you weren’t completely annoying and hid your face behind a shoddy mask, you’d totally be my type~”

Alois teased, before bending down to wrap around the bronze fighter’s toned waist, attempting to lifting him up to his feet for a suplex but ending up botching it, almost looking like he was grinding against him, which was not without some jeers and catcalling from the crowd. Alois tried to save face by forgetting about the suplex and aiming for something more his style. Aiming for a shoot kick to the side of Cobalt Comet! Which would gain more negative reactions from the crowd.

”Oh come on! If it were him kicking me, you cunts would have been cheering me on!”

Alois whined to the crowd, who had no sympathy for the aristocratic brat, turning to face them, which led to Alois leaving himself wide open for yet another attack.

*As the overhead light kept him conscious and privy to the situation at hand, Comet heard the degrading remarks the pompous pretty boy made about his handcrafted ensemble, but one aspect of his quip caught his attention- His type? Was he attempting to flirt while in the midst of a bout, or was this some type of convoluted ploy to break his concentration? While trying to discern this to the best of his abilities, the masked muscle felt his body elevated off the mat, feeling a distinct flat surface bumping against his posterior.*

"Unnnff~" *The tangible connection was more staggering than alarming, Comet eventually catching himself before collapsing against the ground to prevent another awkward situation. However, he soon hatched a brilliant idea- If this snippy tart wanted to play hardball, he was more than willing to step up to the plate.*

"Hmm...glad to see the public is still fond of me~" *Pausing for a moment to appreciate how revered he was amongst his peers, Comet quietly approached Alois from behind, scooping up his closest leg while simultaneously lifting it upward, dancing his fingertips along the rim of his shorts.* "You know, if you weren't such a pompous prude, you'd totally be my type~" *He whispered with a sultry cadence, trying to gauge his reaction.*

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Alois biggest flaw, apart from being a pompous and cocky brat was his unawareness in the ring. His vitriol for the crowd distracting him from seeing the bigger picture: Comet sneaking up behind him. The blonde-haired aristocrat's leg being lifted up almost as if he was a ballerina in the middle of a attitude. Alois's face going red with embarrassment while the masked fighter's hands drummed against the hem of his shorts. He endured this for a while, closing his eyes while he endured this "torture"

"Prude...eh? Maybe i'll take that comment BACK!"

Alois shouted out suddenly, ending this flirting session with a back elbow to the taller man, aiming to get himself away from the grasp of his seducer, incase he decided the best way to flirt would be through a back suplex. He was staring to dislike this luchador a little more.