Nekketsu Championship Tournament: Round 1: Edward Sealgair vs Junsu Nham

“Kugh!” Junsu ‘s body bounced with the boot slammed down solidly between his pecs along the fresh parting of his shirt. He let out a groan that encompassed quite a bit, between his annoyance, disgust, and overall exhaustion in this current situation he found himself in. When Edward grabbed hold of his arm and leg, the limbs were tugged with each pull, bending the slender K-pop artist like a wishbone too stubborn to break.

“Unhand me… y-you… gutter trash.” He practically spit his words at Edward as they traveled together, though it had less bite now with his failing strength. With wavy ragged breath and heave of his chest, it was seeming even more unlikely the k-pop star was getting a second wind back in his sails.

“This proves nothing… You’re s-still a worthless little…” Even as Edward moved away he had continued to berate and belittle from a position of no power. The crowd grew louder as the Celtic warrior made his climb, drowning out all the negativity Junsu even now was likely attempting to project on the blond. This was Edward’s moment, and when he took flight no jeers from rabid fans of his adversary could match the excited cries from those who loved wrestling for what it was.

The impact was immediate and devastating, rocking the ring to its foundation as momentum and weight intersected on one point across Junsu’s body. The K-pop star buckled, letting out a choked cry with an undignified spatter of saliva projected from his lips before collapsing under the weight of Edward with a twitch, his eyes vacant, partially rolled back into his lidded eyelids.

For an instant, mid spin during the 630, time seemed to slow down for young Edward. He'd only really had a few matches in his time in the league so far, and this was the first really serious high flying move he had pulled off. He had almost forgotten, distracted as he was by his hentai matches, that he really loved high flying, that feeling of being twisted around and feeling entirely weightless in the air, while the noise and cheers of the crowd, and Junsu's barely heard insults, rushed by like a blur.

The moment ended, and he landed back first onto Junsu's chest, leaving the pop idol sprawled out on the mat, looking a mess, while Edward sat up, a wide and excited grin on his face, before he rolled backward, rolling over Junsu's body again until he was on his front again, pressing his bare chest against Junsu's own, while hooking his leg for a pinfall!

The referee dropped down, slapping her hand on the mat as she counted:

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

Like that, it was over, Edward pushing himself up, the flute of his entrance music playing as his name was announced as the victor of the match. On his knee's, Edward leaned his head down, grabbing part of Junsu's nice and expensive shirt, making a point to use the nice fabric to wipe off the thin trail of blood that had been leaking from his busted eyebrow, blotting it until it stopped.

Was it a dick move? Absolutely.

Was it childish and petty and beneath him? Absolutely.

Did it feel good to do after all the cheating Junsu had gotten away with?

Absolutely.

"Now then...since I can't get that autograph..." Edward said aloud as he stood up and the referee raised his arm in victory. Getting an idea, he slid out of the ring and asked a cute young fan in the front row for her cell phone. Borrowing it, he slid back into the ring and laid right next to Junsu, pressing his cheek right against the Korean man's own soft cheek, smiling and winking while taking a selfie of the two of them.

"Anytime you want a rematch, feel free to ask. Just try not to be such a jerk next time." Edward said, unsure if Junsu even heard him, but knowing he'd for certain see this picture once this girl uploaded it online.

Finished, he slid out of the ring, gave the girl her phone back, requesting her to send it to him on twitter, then made his way up the ramp, raising his arms in victory for his growing fanbase to cheer as he celebrated advancing in the title tournament.

Save for a small croaked groan and a twitch or two, the K-pop ideal had been rendered rather incapable at the moment. While it was uncertain if he would recall the last part of this match or Edward's actions, there was no doubt he would find out and had a souvenir now of the Celtic wrestler's blood on his designer shirt that would never wash out. While it was sweet that Edward may have held out hope their next encounter would be more amiable, the likelihood was it would be even more venomous than their first after this upset loss to one of Tension's touted new signees.

As Edward made his way up the ramp, a gaggle of well-dressed men and women rushed down to the ringside from the back to check on Junsu and help collect the young man. Agents, accountants, possibly a bodyguard. One thing was for sure, he wasn't walking out of here under his own power tonight.