Corrin vs. Chris }{ The Greatest Drom Match!

[nakedgirls]

The Las Vegas resident cockily walks to the ring wearing his normal wrestling attire!

[Corrin Cobain]

Corrin Cobain walks to the ring, bringing his rockstar attitude with him. Despite the fact that there are no fans, he still struts toward the ring wearing his signature shades and pink & black ring gear, playing up to trainers and fellow students watching on.

The so-called "Big League Superstar" rolls under the bottom rope then kips up, giving his roommate half a smile before settling himself in the opposite corner. He takes off his shades and carefully places them on the ring apron then waits for the referee to give the signal and the match to begin.

[nakedgirls]

The ring bell chimes thrice, signaling the beginning of the third match up. The two rather arrogant trainees begins circling themselves in the center of the ring, waiting anxiously for the other to make the first move. With every movement taken by Havenstorm, the chiming of bells are heard, because his boots are rimmed with fur, and metal balls. His very flashy costume efficiently diverts Corrin’s attention for just a second, but it’s a second Havenstorm takes to capitalize. He lunged forward, and locks his hands around Corrin’s neck. He starts dragging the Cruiserweight around like a rag doll, until disposing of him violently into the corner. Then, Chris grips the wrist of his opponent and steps away from the corner, pivots on the balls of his feet, and launches the Rock Star across the ring into the opposite corner. The whole time, Chris was right behind his dorm mate, and as soon he landed in the corner, Chris leaps and comes crashing down chest-to-chest with the smaller wrestler, nearly flattening him against the unforgiving corner. Once he delivered the damage Chris slithers away to admire the carnage he created. Injured, not broken, Corrin stagger out of the corner, with his hands held in front ready to box. Havenstorm chuckles, then runs forward with his arm arches, knocking Corrin down with a Clothesline.

At a lightning fast pace, the resident rock star hops to a vertical stance. He eyes the Party Animal up from a distance, liking his lips hungrily, ready to get himself involved in a nice bout. He extends his hand and begins inching forward, Havenstorm mimics his actions until they are only a finger’s length away. Reverting back to his dirty tactics, Chris takes the easy way out, and throws his boot right into Corrin’s midsection, doubling him over. Quickly, Havenstorm leaves the ground, and does a fancy kicking of his legs in the air before smashing Corrin in the back of his neck with his leg executing a very flashy scissors kick. They both fall to the floor in pain, Havenstorm on his side, gripping his ass, while Corrin holds his head and kicks his feet down on the canvas, muttering something that sounds like “FUCK!”

Chris leaps to his feet after a moment of recovering, then pulls his pink and black wearing foe to a standing position as well. Hastily, Corrin catches his foe off guard and rocking him with a strike to the abdomen. The Rock Star is quick to follow with another maneuver, this time leaving his feet to do it. When in the air, he tilts backwards making a parallel line with the canvas, then kicks out. The sole of both his boots strike Chris’s chest like an arrow and sends him staggering then to the canvas. A thud is made in the process, from both of them who hit the canvas; Chris with a more forceful thud the Corrin of course.

With the Las Vegas resident writhing in pain, Corrin is again quick to get to his feet. He dashes towards the ropes, landing on them with his feet along the middle two. He displays great athleticism which surely impresses the trainers by hurling himself backwards in a back-flip, landing right on top of the floored Chris in a splash type move. Corrin hooks his Dorm Mate’s leg and closes his eyes dreaming for the three count!