Avalanche 2023 Pre-Show: Royce Stray vs Mystery Opponent

Royce had no interest in keeping this fight running for very long. He wanted this guy to break right then and there, and thus he applied more pressure to the hole to do so.

"C'mon, I ain't letting go until you beg, so start begging!" He growled out, trying his absolute hardest to torture his opponent in the hold, wanting to end things here and now if he could.

It was rather obvious from the get go the kind of utter disadvantage this short mascot was fighting against from the size diference alone between the two fighters, and unfortunately, getting booted right in the face and knocked for a loop from the get go was just too much of a disadvantage for the teenager to come back from, as he was painfully, mercilessly, bent in half by Royce's powerful torture rack hold, his screams echoing through the air as the young twink in the offiical sega outfit did exactly as Royce demanded, tapping out against the bigger mans shoulder while screaming his submission!

"Please stop! No more! I give! I give up! Lemme go!"

Just like that, Royce had destroyed his debut opponent, in a record setting few seconds!

Once Royce heard his begging, he would keep the hold for just a few seconds longer, a slight streak of sadism coming over him in his goal of punishing his first opponent, before finally, unceremoniously dropping him off his shoulders.

His expression said it all, really. What should have been a proper debut was stymied heavily by the opponent he'd received, and Royce was far from one to keep his mouth quiet when he felt like something or someone was disrespecting him.

"Get me a mic, I've got something to say." Royce spoke to the ref as the crowd had a terribly mixed reception to his victory.

With a mic now in his hand, he'd turn towards the arena entrance.

"Is that all you've got? You promised me a fight worth my time, and all I got was a cosplayer that lasted less time in the ring than my ex did in bed!"

The crowd was even more divided now, torn between boos and cheers in equal measure.

"If you want this package to make his name in AFW, then you'd better bring me someone worth fucking right here, right now!"

The bell rang and within mere moments, the young cosplayer was defeated, the mascot being dropped to the mat and whimpering as he rolled out of the ring and, with help from a referee, began retreatiing up the ramp, disappearing behind the curtain as Erica Fairchild came out again, clapping for Royce's impressive peformance, before raising a microphone up to her lips.

"Well done Royce, Well done! That was a truly impressive display of power and ruthlessness! You're right, that opponent was not a good match for someone with your strength and skill, but luckily, I DO have a second opponent for you! Ladies and gentlemen, making their AFW Debut, He' a former male model and bodybuilder whose come to test his hard body against the hottest men and women the world has to offer! You may have seen him in modeling magazines, or in his natural element tanning at the beach...let me introduce Hanzo Kikuchi, the Beach Bum Bandit!

With that announcement, rock music begain blaring from the PA system, and out came Royce's new opponent, a tall, powerful looking man with a hard, toned, musclar body, a bandanna, hand/feet wraps, and a tight green speedo. He posed on the stage, flexing his muscles for the crowd before he charged down the ramp and slid under the ropes to enter the ring, walking right up to Royce with a grin on his face, showing no fear or intimidation as he went face to face with his foe!

"I hope you ready for a REAL challenge now! I'm not going to be as easy to beat up as some teenager!" He said with a grin, licking his liips as he looked his opponents hard body up and down. "Oh yeah, you are PERFECT! What a hot body.." He reached out, showing no fear as he blantantly groped Royce's cock through his speedo! "Once I beat you down, I'm going to pound that sweet ass and make your cock explode with pleasure, count on it!"

Royce took a good look at his new opponent, and looked a little more impressed. He at least looked like an even fight, proving to be just as cocky as his last opponent too as he entered the ring.

Royce blushed and shoved Hanzo back as he felt him suddenly get a handle on his stiff rod, blushing as he feigned annoyance. "The only ass that's getting fucked tonight is the one stupid enough to get in the ring with me right now. You're not a fighter, you're just some asshole AFW hired cause he looked good in photoshoots and said he loved sucking cock."

Royce was slightly projecting of course. Most of his own 'wrestling' experience was in gay bars and in a particularly curious set of porn shoots that mixed a more traditional style of wrestling with sexual humiliation for whoever lost. While he did train wherever possible, he would be lying if he didn't admit to still relying on his past as a street brawler more than anything right now.