A Showdown of Cute and Ciwt (Iyaya vs. Jasper)

Another day, Another match the Welsh bluenette thought to himself as he stretched from behind the gorilla position, suppressing a feeling of jubilant excitement within him as today on this day and in this match he was going to debut a new attire, one he'd spent both his salary and the better part of the last week working on and for the most part, Jasper was quite proud of his creation... it was comfortable, form-fitting and was in his mind rather cute~ Now with all that said and done Jasper had little idea who he was fighting... all he knew was that his foe was another boy which was for a Tension male, a bit of an anomaly to have all his matches be against males... but still a match is a match and Jasper intended to see it through to it's conclusion (with himself as the winner Naturally).

Jasper's New attire!:

Stand Up To The Victory!:

The smiling imp in the ring really wouldn't have to wait too long anyways for his opponent as without warning, Jasper's entrance song began in-earnest with that famous rising drum beat, leading through the lyrics as the excited tension built with no sign of the Bluenette anywhere until finally, with the utterance of the lyric 'Stand Up To The Victory!' The effeminate Welsh boy came running out of the gorilla position with an excited smile on his face, giving peace-signs to the fans as he energetically ran towards the ring, the song climaxing as Jasper climbed his way up into the ring and over the ropes, now standing in the ring proper.

"Oh! Hello!" Jasper said cheerfully to his opposite as he walked over to him, somewhat surprised at just how cute his opponent is as he walked over. "Ooh, I presume you're my opponent for tonight?" The Welsh boy said politely as he extended his arm out for a handshake.

First thing Jasper noticed about his opponent... He was Cute. Second thing he noticed?... AFW Booking really liked throwing him at other femboys it seemed.

However Jasper would tilt his head with a look of innocent befuddlement as the cute Imp before him responded to his friendly greeting with giggling, quite an odd start to the match it would appear as Iyaya's giggle rose into a full-blown laugh... raising an eyebrow queerly Jasper would open his mouth to reiterate his friendly greeting before being interrupted by the Imp. "What?..." Jasper asked with confusion evident in his voice as the Imp's laughter died down was replaced with snickering. "Was it something I said...?" Jasper thought internally before snapping back to reality as Iyaya stated the obvious. "W-Well of course." Jasper would reply with a polite smile before the Imp began again... a bright red blush forming upon the Welsh bluenette's face  as Iyaya looked him over and mentioned stripping and POWs... "I-I M-Mean y-you are pretty cute yourself..." the Bluenette said with a slight subdued arousal... only for Jasper to stop, his right eye twitching slightly as he heard the Imp say it.

"Scot-Crotch...? did he just call me a Scot? ...Bloody Yank..." He thought to himself... Jasper did quite hate it when foreigners mistook his native melodic Welsh accent for a Scottish or English one... It was quite the peeve and he really found it rather frustrating... however Jasper would snap from his brief moment of nationalistic anger to politely correct his opponent. "E-Ehm.. H-heh.. I-I'm not Scottish... I'm Welsh..." He said politely, successfully subduing his slight agitation as he began balancing himself on the balls of his feet, leaning forward in a coy girlish manner whilst stretching his arms in preparation for when the match finally began.

"I-I guess... that's riiight..." Jasper replied with a slightly tempered confusion, eyebrow raised as Iyaya spoke only for it all to vanish and the slight blush returning more noticeably to his face as the two accidentally bumped heads against each-other with Jasper stumbling back slightly... however the Welsh boy would maintain his cool, or at least attempted to as he kept his eyes on Iyaya... and to be fair, during the last two matches that the Bluenette had participated in he did get a little bit flirty with his opponents himself... "No matter." he thought as he tried to concentrate himself.


However the blush would remain on Jasper's face as Iyaya questioned him over his choice of attire. "W-Well.. I-I thought it was cute and it has t-the colours the f-flag of Wales... A-and t-to be honest mun I-I prefer cute boys to girls." Jasper said as he tried to not look adorably flustered, something with which he failed miserably at... well until his right eye began to twitch again as Iyaya began to tease in that god-awful fake accent... "Did he just try to do an accent?... w-was that an attempt at my accent?" the Welsh bluenette thought indignantly as he stared at the imp before him and opened his mouth to speak...

...But before Jasper could reply to Iyaya and that atrocious British accent he pulled- DING DING! The bell rang to start the match between the two femboys.

Jasper was getting the feeling that this boy... Really didn't take him all too seriously, what with all the giggling at his expense and the mockery towards his accent, it appears that it was gonna be one of those matches where the Bluenette would have to prove his mettle to his opponent... "Don't get too cocky now sunshine... Match just bloody started!" Jasper said in reply to the Imp's taunt in a somewhat unimpressed tone before rather instinctively sidestepping to avoid the Imp's kick... to be fair Jasper saw that kick coming from a mile way so it's only fair he'd intercept it by quickly grabbing a hold on Iyaya's leg and then clumsily began spinning the imp about before tossing him off his feet and into the mat.

"What was that you said earlier?... Something about kicking my arse?..." the Welsh bluenette asked teasingly after the throw, tilting his head queerly at the Imp, the glare of his hazelnut eyes giving a feeling of the Welshman being totally unenthused by his cocky impish foe.

It felt surprisingly good spinning the Impish little git about, Jasper couldn't help but definitely relish in a feeling of somewhat smug superiority as he watched Iyaya crash into the mat like a sack of potatoes with the young Bluenette suppressing a slight giggle as he looked down upon the downed Imp. "Having a little trouble there?~" he teased as he watched Iyaya get back up to his feet, the look of cheerful cockiness on Jasper's face infuriating Iyaya slightly as he replied again to Jasper's previous taunt. Jasper rolling his eyes somewhat apathetically as Iyaya threatened to knock the teeth out of his mouth to try and 'clear up' his accent.

"Pffft... that old stereotype?... Are you really going to hit me with an English stereotype?" Jasper thought indignantly in his head... only for the Welsh boy to jump back with a surprised fright as Iyaya's first jab narrowly avoided his face, the closeness of Iyaya's fist to his face shocking the Bluenette back into the fight as he began to both walk backwards whilst ducking and weaving his head up-and-down and left-to-right to avoid the Imp's strikes, however one would successfully nail Jasper squarely on the jaw with the Bluenette reeling back with a pained yelp! "...Oh heck.." Jasper thought to himself. however Iyaya would soon regret allowing himself to fall within range of Jasper's knees as without warning, a mere 4-5 seconds after the successful chin-shot, Jasper's knee shot upwards and smashed itself hard into the stomach of the American Imp for a hard retaliatory strike!