Tension Debut! Blue Tessa vs Dave Blake POW Match!!

"I'm coming! Hold your horses." Dave said, keeping pace with her once he got out of the ropes. He didn't speak until they got backstage. Gesturing to the cuffs, he asked, "Well.....NOW what do we do? I don't think there has ever been a tie in a POW match before."

Tessa simply continued her pace to the locker room, intending to get changed, seemingly pretending that Dave was not there. Whilst of course it was a tie, Tessa opted to simply blank the boy, pretending as if she won and hence were in complete control, as she continued to try and drag him along like a pet.

Dave went to his locker when he felt Tessa yank him back! Growling in irritation, he yanked her as well.

"Hey! I don't know what's gotten into you but drop it ok? We tied, it happened, get over it! One match doesn't decide your career here! SO how about you try to act courteous for once and stop yanking me around like a damn dog!"

He was fuming by the end, mainly cause of the way this chick was dragging him about like dead weight. It was getting on his nerves big time.

Tessa would grind her teeth, continuing to pretend he simply wasn't here. The humiliation of the draw remained the same; at least if she had lost, she'd have an excuse for when Dave forced her to perform tricks like a dog. In this scenario, they were simply chained together, like a comedy couple.

She'd turn her head, catching his eyes, when her eyes would turn angry. Bringing a finger to her mouth, she'd signal to Dave that she simply wanted silence from him, as she turned her head back to her locker.

Catching her look and gesture, Dave gave an irritated huff, slumping against the lockers while he waited. 'What's up with this girl anyway?' he thought to himself as he waited. Every now and then the cuffs would be yanked, but he managed to keep his balance for the time being.

Changing into her typical street attire, she didn't even bother to check if Dave was ready to leave, as she simply yanked his chain like a dog. Knowing full well they'd effectively have to spend the night together, she'd make every intention of trying to walk the direction of her own home, hopefully before Dave figured it out.

Just as Dave was getting changed to his own street clothes, he felt Tessa try to yank him along. Stomping his foot, he grabbed the chain holding them together and yanked her back, "If I gotta wait for you, you wait for me!"

Stomping his foot at Tessa, the quietly building girl had finally had enough. Turning, she'd slam a fist into the locker, her humiliation and lack of direction for the rest of the day given their draw finally unleashed.

"You're pushing your luck dude....stop..." she'd flare out of her nostrils, eyes angry with fists clenched.

"Or what? In case ou haven't noticed, beating me senseless ain't changing this!" he spat, wagging his chained wrist in front of her, "Neither of us are having our ideal day. You want the day to go smoothly? Then stop throwing a fit and let's actually try to be courteous to one another instead of yanking and ordering!!"

By the time he finished, Dave was full on yelling, a rarity for him. He turned and finished getting changed, taking the time to calm himself a bit.

Meeting her foes gaze with one as harsh as her own, Tessa's face began to turn red in absolute fury. Then a idea struck her.

If she were to proceed to actually beat Dave senseless, or hell, he gave as good as he got back, AFW officials would have no choice but to unleash their 'cuffs, given that neither was willing to calm down or halt their aggressive attitudes. Neither could exactly take control, it was a draw after all. Smiling to herself, she'd lean in, her face smug.

"How does it actually feel...to know you couldn't beat a girl in her debut tension match...?" she'd let the last words linger, her eye brow raising as she threw the boy a smug, antagonizing look.