Hentai Match: Dave Blake vs Jean Richard

Dave smiled to himself as he dressed himself for the match. He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. This was his first Hentai Match after all! But it was with his boyfriend, so he shouldn't be nervous. After their last time in bed together, Jean suggested later about doing a hentai match, and after a little talking, Dave agreed. This was a open match with an audience...a little weird but he realized that once everything got under way, everything except Jean, the ring, and him.

As he stood near the ramp, he heard his intro music playing. With a wide smile, he ran out onto the ramp, waving excitedly to the audience as he made his way to the ring.

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Intro Music

Sliding into the ring, he waved once more to the audience, who were giving him a standing ovation. Despite his losses, he was still a popular newcomer here in Tension. He wasn't going to disappoint them tonight, or any night.

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Jean could scarcely contain his nerves backstage while he listened to David's intro music. This whole idea had to be the craziest thing he'd ever talked himself into, you know, aside from skydiving. The last time they had had a match like this, it had been taped but there was no audience. This was quite a step up from there, there were real living and breathing people anxiously waiting out there. Evidently they liked what they had seen last time....

Soon enough he was called to come on out down to the ring. A wide grin broke out on his face as he headed out, tossing his sunglasses out dramatically to the audience members adjacent the ramp. Jean slipped between the middle ropes and opposite David. He wiggled his brows at him, a grin breaking out on his face.

"Quite the turn out, eh? Hope you don't disappoint" he teased lightly, sticking his tongue out.

Dave raised an eyebrow as he looked out, "What are you gonna do? We are very popular individuals after all. I hope you don't disappoint either, otherwise I will be very unhappy with you later."

He gave a smirk and winked at his boyfriend.

"Oh I never disappoint, you can certainly attest to that" Jean winked back, waving to the crowd as the uproar slowly died down. Now it was time for the main event. He nodded to the referee when asked if he was ready and backed up slightly towards his corner.

If there was one thing he had learned after wrestling David, it was not to give him any leads. As soon as the bell rung Jean rocketed forward. He aimed low and did a baseball slide, aiming to viciously knock David off his feet.

Dave came prepared, ready to switch his tactics at a moment's notice. The key to winning was being unpredictable when it came to fighting Jean.

Jean had a similar way of thinking, coming out running right at the bell, before sliding low to trip him up. In an impressive show of skill, Dave used the ropes as a springboard to vault over Jean, flipping in midair to land on his feet behind Jean. Taking his own running start, he slammed his boots into Jean's exposed back in a dropkick.

When David saw through his first move, he responded in kind by vaulting over him. Doubtlessly if Jean didn't react fast enough, there would be a counter-attack on it's way. Jean planted his heel and dug into the canvas as hard as he could, stopping his slide and giving him the opportunity to launch up to his feet much like a baseball player would against the lip of a base.

As Jean whipped his head around, he saw Dave already racing towards him again. Jean dove to the side, ducking and rolling up to his knee and avoiding the dropkick. The crowd was awash with excitement at the display of athleticism, only pulled off because the two knew each other so well.

Popping up back to his feet, Jean grinned at David and lowered his stance slightly in anticipation. He wasn't going to go down that easy, and not at all if he could help it. With a plan in his head and some tricks yet up his sleeve, Jean waves his hand to entice David into making the next move.

Dave smirked. This old trick again? He wasn't gonna fall for it. If Jean wanted to go, then he had to come to dave.

Dave beckoned him forward, "What's the matter hot stuff? Scared of me?"

"No no, just giving you your last opportunity to take control of the match" Jean winked, as he began to slowly circle around. Not only was this a battle of bodies, but a battle of minds. They had a personal score to settle up, Jean was down 1-2 wins and this was a huge chance to equalize the matter.

Jean inched closer as the circled, ever so subtly and ever staring into David's eyes. In a contest of speed, Jean was confident he could out maneuver his opponent, but David did have superior technique that he had to watch out for. Well, Jean had a few new techniques of his own!

Jean ran forward and jumped into the air with arms and legs outstretched. His chest crashed together with David's and Jean latched onto Dave's waist with his legs, securing himself in position. Grabbing the back of David's neck, he forced the other man's face to press into Jean's chest like a smother. But he wasn't done there, for with his other arm, Jean lifted his elbow up and jammed it down into the top of David's shoulder between the tendons for a targeted attack.

Dave was taken aback when Jean latched onto him, pulling his head against his opponent's chest. Dave could smell the musky scent which he couldn't seem to get enough of. That euphoria was ended when Jean brought his elbow down on top of Dave's shoulder.

He cried out as the area flared up in pain, before running forward and throwing Jean down in a powerbomb, driving Jean's exposed back into the mat.

Jean's elbow found sweet purchase in David's shoulder, causing him to cry out. Jean raised his elbow to throw a second elbow when he felt David start to move. A few milliseconds later and Jean was slammed into the mat in a powerbomb. Yet he knew this was coming, the point of his move was such exactly. Jean would take a hit but he'd also put David into a vulnerable position. Jean was still latched onto David and they were now on the ring floor, where Jean could work at a submission hold.

With a grunt Jean leaned up and worked his left arm behind David's neck, pulling him down into a side headlock. As he worked his forearm under the otherside of David's neck, Jean grabbed his left wrist and pulled tight, transitioning into somewhat of a choke. Finally, he began to squeeze his thighs together for a bodyscissors. If he knew anything about David, it was his particular susceptibility to choke techniques, and Jean was planning on unleashing a plethora of them.