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

Standard Match
Victory via Pinfall, Submission, KO, Count out, or DQ

It only took 20 minutes and already Alois was main-eventing tonight’s show, though that seemed to be the only positive that Alois could make of this evening as he sat in the locker room, with a ice pack on his left cheek to stop the swelling from that kick Jasper gave him after their little bout on the mic. Alois was looking to repay that favor ten-fold in tonight’s match. Once he was called up to the stage, the blonde aristocrat would shove the ice pack into the chest of the poor guy that had to call him, leaving a wet spot on his shirt while making his way to the entrance ramp. He couldn't wait to get his hands on Jasper Rhys.

Alois’s entrance music:

Alois’s attire:

Alois came out to the ring, not as confident as he was just before. Walking offbeat to his electric pop theme, the crowd jeering and booing him as he walked down the ramp. The young prodigy returned the favor, flipping off the crowd while he made his way to the ring. He couldn't be bothered by the taunts and jeers hurled his way as he grabbed at the middle rope to lift himself up into the ring. He rolled underneath the ropes and propped himself up, running his hand through his hair, waiting for that cheesy and tacky J-Rock theme to start playing. His cocky smile was replaced with an angry pout which was fitting for Alois.

“C’mon you little brat…show yourself..”

..."Lovely Entrance there Alois... But I'll do one better." said a certain Welsh accented voice from the guerilla position, having finished his last-minute stretches and now was quite eager to throw down...

Alois didn't really have to wait long for his Welsh opponent to make his appearance as soon enough, the arena lights began to dim gently to a light ambience to allow for a dramatic buildup as the supposedly cheesy and tacky J-Rock anime OP Song that had become synonymous with one of Tension's most beloved rising stars began, the excited tune building up once again to its iconic chorus hook as the smaller arena-spotlights began converging around the opposite entranceway until with that final glorious utterance of the song's famous chorus-line...  STAND UP TO THE VICTORY! ikutsu mono asa o mukae!

Stand Up To The Victory! - Tomohisa Kawazoe:

And just like that, with an energetic pep. Out came the little Welsh brat, Running down and happily accepting the loud pop that his entrance garnered, Blowing kisses and saluting the adoring Tension crowd as he ran up towards the ring with an excited pace, Oh Jasper was looking forward to this match-up, He'd been excited for much of the day waiting for the opportunity to give this English Prat a good humbling, a good thrashing upside the head to teach this Aristocratic wanker how the rural Welsh working class got things done...

Jasper Rhys - Sortie Out!:

Finishing his excited sprint to the ring, the Welsh lad would climb in and with a cat-like elegance and a strong confidence to his movements, He cheerfully squeezed himself between the ropes and then turned to face the AFW Faithful, ignoring Alois as he addressed them in his endearingly odd way. "...Bore Da Kyoto!" He called out as the crowd gave him one last loud cheer in response to him, With the support of the Tension audiences secured and his spirits high, Jasper turned finally to Alois and walked over, arms crossed and a confident if-not cocky look on his face, Jasper tilted his head and spoke.

"I've been looking forward to this Y'know~" He said in a teasing way, smirking at him with that same Cheshire Cat grin he had when he laid out the challenge in last night's show. "Hope you don't mind being thrashed proper-like by a Welsh Farmboy~." He said, Eagerly awaiting both Alois' response and the start of the bout.

“Hmph..all flash no class. Not surprising from a git like you.” The boy muttered, arms crossed and lips pursed while he watched Jasper coddle the crowd like the prissy bunch of babies they were. Glaring holes into the back of Jasper’s head, who seemed to be actively ignoring him but that didn’t matter much to Alois, he could ignore him all he wanted but once that bell rings. He’s going to acknowledge him when he has his foot over his chest and that aristocratic cunt he hated so much, standing over his battered corpse, smiling.

His sadistic and brutal thoughts were promptly interrupted by the very person he was thinking about walking over to him and taunting him right in his face. The Welsh wrestler didn’t seem to have a strong suit for subtlety as he insulted him straight into his face. Oooh how he wished that bell would just ring already so he could start tearing him apart. Limb from limb. Like a spider to clueless prey. His web was already set. All he needed to do was sink his fangs into his neck and it’d be clockwork. He just simply snorted to Jasper and said.

“Piss off, you prat.”

Fixing his sleeves and shorts while he got ready for the match ahead of him. Deep down, Alois was pretty nervous but his pure hatred for the rural Welsh overshadowed his nervousness.

Jasper couldn't help but maintain that smug grin he had as Alois venomously replied to him, his buttons evidently pressed by the playful taunting. "Oh come now, It's just a little teasing~" Jasper snickered chirpily as the referee walked over and broke them up. Jasper really couldn't tell what was making him feel so cheeky this evening, was it the catharsis of putting an upper English boy in his place? Was it the joy of having an opponent he can easily poke and prod at for some laughs at his expense? Well, Jasper really couldn't quite put a finger as to why. He was just in a bit of a cheeky mood this evening.

With all of that noted, Jasper walked over to the westernmost corner of the ring and leaned back against the ropes with that same smugness that made Alois seethe red with hate-filled anger. There he would lean and wait for the bell to ring, so he could start thrashing that Blonde prat.

DING-DING-DING!
... And there it was, time to start the clash between Wales and England... But there was one more thing Jasper needed to do before he set about thrashing Alois into the dirt. Stepping forward a little bit and taking a deep breath, Jasper would let out his nationalistic battle cry as a direct challenge to the English aristocrat. "...CYMRU AM BYTH!"

Yep, that should do it.

"Alright that's enough from the Welsh brat." Alois thought to himself, just nothing but pure hatred for this Welsh wrestler. He may have fooled the whole company but not Alois. He could see through those lies. Jasper wasn't an underdog. He was going to prove it. That Jasper was a martyr and Alois was the hero of this story!

"Long live this, ya bloody sheep!"

Alois shouted back from his corner, slowly winding up in the corner. Almost like a big cat ready to pounce on his opponent. And pounce he did, sprinting at his shorter opponent, lifting up the sole of his and trying to hit wack Jasper with a big boot to the face, not even waiting a second after the bell rang.


All that bravado and cockiness that Alois had was gone, he just wanted to humiliate Jasper just like he did him. Crowd and referee be damned. He just wanted to hurt someone for the hell of it.

"S-Sheep?..." Jasper muttered to himself silently with a twitch of his left eye... It had been a good long time since Jasper had heard something involving sheep get thrown at him as an insult, he was used to it really as it was usually thrown at him by an English or Scottish fan or opponent during his days fighting in the Welsh indie leagues and while yes, it is correct that young Jasper was well acquainted with sheep farming, from shearing them to caring for lambs and the like... 'Sheep Jokes' were something that Jasper (like any self-respecting Welsh) detested to no end...

"You Git." He said as he glared down at Alois with a simmering rage that burned like a slowly growing but undoubtably growing haystack fire, feeling an anger inside of him that he really hadn't felt since his match against that Iyaya boy not too long ago, the Welsh boy himself equally readying to pounce on Alois like a predatory feline upon it's prey.

"Dewch ata i!" Jasper yelled aloud in his native tongue as he finally catapulted from his corner of the ring at Alois, readying to deliver a hard and powerful Roundhouse kick into Alois' stupid pretty Aristocratic fac-

Thud!

Rather unceremoniously with a somewhat humorous flop, Tension's little Welsh Tomcat soon fell flat on his back with a boot shaped mark on his face from Alois' attack, seemingly knocked out by the Big-Boot to the face that Alois had given him!

"Oh how the high and mighty have fallen... Alois was entitled to get a taunt in after the abuse he suffered from the Welsh brat. Of course, as brainwashed the crowd was, they did wince from the impact of their clash. Making the blond haired femboy smile in slight amusement at the laid out body of the seemingly out of it Jasper. While it was beneath Alois to bring up sheep jokes, it did get the reaction he wanted out of Jasper, rushing in blindly like a rabid dog and getting put down.

Moving to pick at the blue hair of the boy who so wronged him to lift him up and show him off to the crowd. Which, to nobody’s surprise, made the blonde brit on the shit list on many of the fans attending the show. Making Alois stop what he was doing for a moment to chide and agitate the fans even more.

Despite being rather disorientated, with eyes rolling about in their sockets from the force of the crash and a headache the size of the British Isles currently ravaging his head. Jasper still found the strength to roll his eyes at Alois in a subtle manner as he allowed the English brat to gloat and boast about having supposedly defeated Tension's little blue tomcat... So quietly, Jasper played dead for just a little bit longer to allow his new rival the opportunity to get comfortable with his supposed victory as the crowd turned more and more hostile towards him.

"STAND UP! STAND UP!" A few of Jasper's fans would yell out, referencing the middle chorus-line to the Rhys lad's entrance song, all the while Jasper bided his time before finally deciding that the time to strike was, no, yep. Just right.

"...'ast." Jasper suddenly spoke up, insulting Alois in his beloved Welsh language with a devious little lick of his lips as with a suddenness that'd make a predatory feline proud sent his foot up at about the speed of an express-train straight up into Alois' back, smashing into it with the force of a speeding freight train that'd certainly hurt the Aristocrat as much as the boot-to-the-face hurt the Welsh farm boy.

Immediately after the attack, Jasper grabbed one of Alois' legs with his left-hand and yanked it out from under him to force a crash, then rolling to his side opposite the falling Trancy lad before soon popping back up to his feet and bowing to the Tension crowd after a quick shake of his head to regain his barrings, mischievous Cheshire-cat grin plastered across the blue Tomcat's face.

“Oh shut up you bloody sheep! All you is cheer, cheer, cheer and for what? Someone who could care less whether or not you cheer. He’s a snake! He’s a-“ Were one of the many choice adjectives he would have called Jasper if it wasn’t for his fans and there insistent prattling. It almost made Alois hurl. How could people like this guy? Why were they selling him as some kind of underdog to root for? Was he just not likeable? All of these thoughts made Alois think for a moment…his hands draped across the apron as he saw Jasper getting cheered to get up and booed and heckled by others, Maybe his father was rig-WHACK!

Was the sound Jasper’s foot made as it connected to the poor aristocrat’s spine, practically making Alois cry out in pain! AGHAHAHAaaaaa~”Making him arch his back out and fall back to his knees. He was then brought all the way down with a sound THUD!

For the first time 8 years, Alois was nearly brought to tears. The proud aristocrat would hide this however, opting to push them back, slowly rising back after Jasper got his well due praise in this match. Alois would discreetly wipe his tears and get back into this match. He was going to show that Welsh brat that he wasn't a pushover!

Jasper was never one to indulge in his latent sadism, he didn't particularly enjoy harming other people unless they provoked him. And it seems that Alois would be one of the many poor fools that would provoke the anger of Jasper A. Rhys.

"Wedi cael digon eto...?" Went the Welsh lad with a tilt of his head and a playful cadence to his voice, a maliciously cheeky smirk plastered on his face as he circled around the pained Alois, struggling to suppress the pain he felt as he got back on his feet, watching him like a hawk and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike down the impetuous aristocrat... Ah, Perfect chance! "Cos mae gen i fwy i chi!-" Jasper bellowed to Alois as he pounced upon his wounded prey, striking hard from behind with a knee into Alois' already aching back, the Welsh bluenette rapidly grabbing the staggering English boy and trapping him, hooking his right-leg around Alois' own and bending the blue blood over towards the right where his arms were yanked by Jasper's right-arm, forcing poor Alois into an Abdominal Stretch!

"... Just submit, and I'll let ya go, I REALLY like, don't particularly enjoy hurting people that much like." He muttered to Alois with a glare in a rather matter-of-fact tone, left-arm already primed in position to deliver a hard elbow into his opponent's stomach should the Blonde boy inevitably refuse the offer of mercy with some venomous tirade rather than concede.