Hostal Salazar

Ryder Steel: With a slam my locker door goes shut, having finished getting ready, and all dressed in my boots, trunks, and my leather jacket. The crowd being hyped up by the announcer, I prepare to make my entrance, and put my sunglasses on whilst my name is called. I make my way to the ring getting my fair share of cheers and boos, glory of being a villain/heel you get booed. I slide in the ring, perform a back flip in the middle of the ring, before taking to my corner, removing my jacket, exposing my ripped body, and removing my sunglasses too, as the ref checks me over.

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Dark angel: I hear you get announced to the ring and I wait for my name to be called in the locker room, checking myself out in the mirror. Rocking a black speedo and matching boots. I hear the announcer call me out and I head out to the ring. Pretty much the same reaction from the crowd as you, they can’t decide who they wanna cheer for. I smirk as I climb in the ring and flex my biceps at you before the ref comes over to pat me down

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Ryder Steel: Your name is called and I see you coming out, flexing your biceps in my general direction, arms crossed over my body, seemingly unimpressed by your flex, and ref pats you down and invites us into the center of the ring to explain the rules. "Yep" I say in response. Before taking back to my corner, then the ref rings the bell, ding ding.

Dark angel: We get called to the center for the ref to explain the rules. I nod and go back to my corner waiting for the bell. Ding ding. Bell rings and I step out, circling you. I put my hands up challenging you for a test of strength

Ryder Steel: We both step out at roughly the same time, and start circling each other, I see you put your arms up for a test of strength. I hesitate for a moment, but decide to cautiously take your hands, watching your every move, making sure you don't pull a fast one on me. Hands interlocked, was go at it, every muscle in my body flexing and bulging out of my skin.

Dark angel: I see you hesitate to lock up with me, thinking you must be intimidated. You finally do grab my hands and the match is on. We flex hard as hell against each other, my biceps bulging and legs flexed up. I grunt trying to push you back against the ropes

Ryder Steel: Both grunting, both breathing hard, but my muscles slowly start to overpower yours, and I push you back into the ropes, the ref helping us break up, and I break away from you in a usually clean break for me.

Dark angel: Grunting as you push me back against the ropes. The ref breaks us up and gets you away from me. I chuckle. “That was nothing punk.” Then lunge forward and lift my knee up to your abs

Ryder Steel: I step away from you, and see you chuckle before saying that it was nothing. You then lunge forward me to try and slam a knee into my abs, I catch your knee just before it connects, shaking my head, "No your don't". Before attempting to clothesline you.

Dark angel: You catch my knee, wiping the smirk off my face. Ughh! Your arm then slams my pecs at close range in a clothesline, laying me out on my back. Grunting as I rub my chest and roll to the ropes

Ryder Steel: Your smirk instantly disappears from your face, and my clothesline connects, knocking you to the ground, I let you roll over to the ropes waiting for you to get your feet. I stand back, hands on my hips, smirking at you, my abs and pecs flexed, the crowd still a bit unsure on who their going for.

Dark angel: I get to the ropes and use them to pull myself to my feet. Turning around to see you all smug, flexing your abs and pecs. “You’re going down punk.” I charge at you with my arm outstretched for my own clothesline

Ryder Steel: You pull yourself to your feet, and run at me, I think your going in for a lockup, so prepare, but should have blocked you, as you clothesline me hard to the ground. "Ahhhh, prick" I say, rubbing my pecs, and rolling to the ropes myself, pulling myself to my feet.

Dark angel: I knock you to the ground and turn around to see you in the same position I was, rolling to the ropes. I follow behind you as you get to the ropes and wrap my arms around your waist as you get up. Leaning back to slam you in a German suplex

Ryder Steel: As I get to my feet, you wrap your hands around my solid core and attempt what I assume is a suplex, I grip hard on the ropes, to make sure you can't perform it. I send several elbows to your sides, in an attempt to get you off me.

Dark angel: You grip the ropes preventing me from slamming you back. Ugh ugh ugh. I grunt out at the elbows you start hitting me with, making me let go of you. But I can’t let up so I grab your shoulders and yank you back off the ropes to the center. Grabbing your hair, I pull your head back to stuff your face in my pit for a dragon sleeper

Ryder Steel: My elbows work, and you release your hold on me, but don't let me capitalize and pull my head using my hair into your arm pit to perform a dragon sleeper. I inwardly growl getting more and more angry. With difficulty I grab your body with my hands, and show off my flexibility and strength by flipping you over me and attempt to body slam you hard to the ground.

Dark angel: I get you in the dragon and flex my arm hard on your head, bending back to put pressure on your back. Trying to cut off your air supply. I feel you grab my body, but shrug it off thinking there’s nothing you can do. Then you suddenly flex hard and pick me up, which is impressive from your position. Ughhh! I get flipped forward in a body slam, grunting as I get laid out on the mat, holding my back

Ryder Steel: My tactic works, which even surprises me a bit. I take in a few deep breaths, trying to get my breath back from the brief time I was being choked. I see you on the mat holding your back, and walk over to you, pulling you to your feet, and attempt to deliver a wicked upper cut to your chin.

Dark angel: Groaning and wincing as I hold my back, I see you stand over me. You pull me up and ughhh! My head whips back from your uppercut, making me stumble back a couple steps. I shake my head out and lift my foot up to kick your abs

Ryder Steel: My uppercut connects, and your head whips back, yourself stumbling back a few steps. Shaking your head I come up to you, in inflect more damage, but get knocked back a few steps by a foot to my abs. Rubbing my abs a bit, I snarl at you, "Gotta do better then that". I come up to you, fists up and fake a fist to your face, put instead go for a right hook to your abs.

Dark angel: My kick connects, knocking you back a few steps to give me more space. Then you come back with your fists up and I put mine up as well. I throw my arms up to protect my face from your punch, but you quickly turn it to an ab punch. Uffff. I grunt and fold over holding my abs. While bent over, I lunge forward and pick you up on my shoulders

Ryder Steel: My fake punch tricks you, so my hook connects, making you bent over, holding your abs, unexpectedly you lunge at me, picking my bigger body, throwing it over your shoulders. Obviously I don't like what you have planned, and start thrashing, and elbowing the side of your head to try and get free.

Dark angel: I get you up on my shoulders, parading you around the ring. My plan was to push you up and slam you down, but you’re quick on thrashing and throwing elbows at me. Ugh ugh ugh! I grunt at the elbows and just throw you down to the canvas backwards. Stumbling forward holding my head

Ryder Steel: My elbows hurt you, and I'm dropped off your shoulders, stumbling a bit till I get my footing. I notice you also stumbling a bit too, holding your head. I take advantage of the situation, and come up behind you, and quickly thrust my arms under your armpits, and try to lock in a full nelson hold.

Dark angel: I stumble forward rubbing my head, hoping dropping you off my shoulders would take more out of you. I was wrong. You quickly come behind me and slip me in a full nelson, my arms locked over my head. I grunt as I flex my arms hard to try and break your hold

Ryder Steel: I lock on the nelson, and feel you instantly flex your arms hard, attempting to obviously break free. I use my strength advantage to over power your arms keep the hold in place. But pull you to the ground, yourself on top of me, and wrap my legs around you, not only still applying the full nelson, but also squeezing you in a body scissor.

Dark angel: My flex not doing much as you overpower me to keep me in place. “Oh fuck!” I yell out as we fall back and you lock on a scissor too. I grunt as I use my feet to press against the floor to hopefully break your legs apart

Ryder Steel: I hear you cuss as we go to the mat, but pay no attention to it as I wrap you up. In response you plant your feet, pressing against the floor trying to break free, you almost succeed, but I put the pressure on even more, squeezing my legs even tighter, before changing my hold from a Nelson to a sleeper hold. "Come on tap" I say, as the ref watches you carefully waiting to see if you tap or submit. The crowd seemingly divided, some chanting "Tap, tap, tap", others chanting quite the opposite.

Dark angel: I almost succeed in breaking the scissor but you just pour on more pressure, keeping me trapped. You then let the nelson go in exchange for a much more dangerous sleeper. I grunt and struggle as your hard arms wrap around my throat, pulling at them. Everyone chanting for me to tap out. Now with my arms free I start sending hard elbows to your sides, not wanting to give up yet

Ryder Steel: Suddenly everyone starts to get on my side, and starts chanting "tap out tap out", "you heard them tap out" I say, before feeling hard elbow to my sides, making me release the choke hold, I keep my scissors locked on tight, but instantly go to my sides trying to protect them a bit.

Dark angel: My elbows do the trick to get you to let the sleeper go, but you still keep the scissor on tight, making me wince. I sit up to get away from your hands and try to pull your legs off with my arms. When that doesn’t work I go for something risky. I grab your hands from your sides and lean back down on your chest. Stretching your arms out to hold them to the canvas. “Pin, ref! It’s a pin!”

Ryder Steel: Once my arms are free from your neck, you instantly start fighting harder again, sitting up pinning my arms with yours, and then lean back on my chest pinning me. The ref sees this and counts to the count of 2, before I'm able to get a shoulder up. "You sneaky prick" I say, before freeing my arms, and then grabbing one of your arms, wrapping it around your neck, choking you with your own arm. Whilst I pin your other arm to the canvas. "How bout now? You give up?" I ask, in a slightly annoyed tone.

Dark angel: I get a two count on you before you push up, getting free of my hands. I try getting away from you again before you grab my arm and wrap it around my own neck. Grunting as I’m getting choked out with my own arm, my bicep pushing into my throat. My other arm held down so I can’t do shit except flex hard against you hoping to overpower you. You ask if I give up yet. “Never, you little twink!”

Ryder Steel: I feel you flex, and I shake my head, thinking to myself "You just won't give up" I easily resist you, but you respond by saying you'll never give up, this makes me more determined then ever. I crank both holds, choking you harder, and squeezing you with my legs more, the crowd still wanting you to tap out. "Come on mate, no getting out, it's either tap or sleep" I say.

Dark angel: You just respond to my protest by cranking the holds harder than ever. Grunting and groaning as it feels like you’re squeezing the life out of me. Can feel myself slowly starting to fade from my own bicep. Ughh fuck, I think to myself. “Fine! I give up!” No place to tap, I’m forced to yell out for all to hear

Ryder Steel: Grunts and groans is all I hear from you as I squeeze the life out of you, finally you decide to give up, yelling your submission out, the crowd going wild, the ref ringing the bell. I decide to be a good sport and release you straight away kicking you off me onto your stomach before getting to my feet, myself being announced the winner by submission, and the ref holding my arm up. I then look down at you, hands on my hips, and decide to be even nicer, and extend a hand, to help you up.

Dark angel: Forced to yell out my submission to you, the ref calls for the bell, signalling the end of the match. The crowd cheering for you as you finally let me go and kick me away, rolling on my stomach. Groaning as I cough and breathe heavy, pushing up to my hands and knees. You hold your hand out for me and I take it to get to my feet. “Ugh whatever.” I rub my arm as I walk to the ropes and climb out of the ring

Ryder Steel: You take my hand, and I pull you to your feet, before saying "whatever" and walking to the ropes, rubbing your arm, and follow you out saying "Your welcome for helping you up, and just be glad I didn't do worse to that arm", before walking off to the locker room.

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Published: 2023-02-26, viewed 49 times.