Mask De Smith vs Aiden Bolt - Jumping Out The Sky

Mask was no stranger to being in a street fight, heck before he learned of the purity of lucha libre he often roamed outside the orphanage with his fellow Smiths getting into all sorts of scraps. Usually to bail out Dan or Coyote mostly, but it came in handy when the luchador decided to tone down his theatrics and go a bit more hands on in his approach. This kid better be able to cope with this because if not? What was the point of being in the ring to start with?

The crowd gasped as the smack of the knife edge chop was heard throughout the arena there but Mask stayed focused there, but it seemed that Aiden indeed could roll with the punches there because the next thing the Smith knew he was taking a blow to the chest there! "Gugh!" Mask grunted out as he felt the sting on his toned chest, alright not bad. This kid could strike at least.

In fact it sent the 1 of the 7 reeling backwards, but Mask was no stranger to being put on the rebound there. The luchador would make sure to brace himself in time for the ropes to receive him, Mask would then try to take his momentum off the ropes and try to rush Aiden with a leaping clothesline in the hopes of taking this kid down to the mat and show em how it was done back home!

Mask would admit that getting into slugfests wasn't his forte, that was Coyote's thing as the Smiths roamed the streets of Mexico City. Mask much preferred the fine art of luchadors that had the grace to wow the crowds and give them something to admire past the common gangsters that lurked around on the streets, still his strikes were bearing fruit and he managed to floor Aiden there at least.

The Smith would take a second there after crashing Aiden down to the mat there, his luchador senses detecting possible avenues of attack there. The 1 of the 7 would kip himself up off the ground, clapping his hands loudly after he'd done so to rile up the crowd.

Luchadors had to put on a show at the very least for those in attendance, glancing at Aiden there Mask would seek to scramble up to a standing position and run towards the ropes. Whereupon on the rebound Mask would attempt to leap into the air and try to land on Mr Bolt with a sprinting forward moonsault!

Mask was keen to start implementing his gameplan there, he was more than capable of brawling it out like he did with his fellow Smiths in Mexico. But the crowd would have come in the belief that they'd witness lucha libre action from the 1 of the 7 rather than some punk from the slums, hence why the masked lad was taking to the acrobatic arsenal he had tucked away beneath that lucha noggin of his there and see if Aiden could handle getting pancaked by the Smith.

Or so Mask had hoped at the very least, but it seemed that this kid was among the craftier sort when they were pressed on the back foot. The intrinsic problem with high flying offence was it was high risk and that reared its head here. Mask felt those knees crash into his torso there and his eyes rolled up in his mask there as he then slummed to the side clutching the affected area.

Well that sure put the air out of the sails of the 1 of the 7, destiny still called for Mask however. He was far from done in this bout, even if the path blurred there for him as he suddenly desired new ribs for himself...........

Mask was something that knew what it was like to be in a fight, even ignoring the inherited nature of pro wrestling in general he'd scrapped it out on the mean streets of Mexico City usually bailing out his fellows like Coyote and Dan. The luachador was thinking back on how he'd get stomped by louts on the streets and would rise up afterwards to dish out payback on em, still there were rare instances where those he scrapped with out and in the ring showed some respect. Assuming they weren't knackered out their gourds at the very leat.

The Smith would look at Aiden as he panted quietly, still it seemed the crowd was into their interactions there with the loud claps if that was anything to go by. The luchador panted quietly, but he gave a nod towards his opponent. The silent way to say "Not bad Chico."

With that the 1 of the 7 made to get into a poised and crouched posture, hands outstretched in the classic luchador pose. Before then making to try and edge forward a bit towards Aiden and would seek to try and cinch in a wrist lock attempt on the right arm and attempt to keep the Bolt contained there a bit........

It was parts of a match like this that Mask could really dig, the grapples and seeing how the opponent could react to them. Since coming to Japan the Smith had been testing out the indie wrestlers there and most of them seemed to resort to powering out of his grabs like how Dan or Coyote would during a Saturday night out which Mask had been more than capable of handling. However there came the rare time now when the luchador could find one that did something different when restrained.......

The 1 of the 7 would give a rare yelp of surprise as he would be the one taken for a loop here with Aiden countering with a reversal! That had Mask feeling the pressure now for a change as the crowd got into this acrobatic display, the 1 of the 7 would hop about on his shoes there as he felt it shoot up his limb. But two could play at this game the luchador reasoned, he might have been on the taller side for one who donned a mask but the Smith would try and show some acrobatics here.

Because Mask would make to step to the nearest ropes and leap off the bottom one and move with a backward roll with the momentum in the hopes of trying to toss Aiden over himself after the landing and let momentum break the hold in this exchange!