Tap or Nap: Jean Richards vs Kevin Derek

SPECIAL SUBMISSION MATCH. Set for one fall, victory achieved by tap out, KO, or forced emission.

Jean Richards:

VS

Kevin Derek:

Jean sat backstage relaxing, lacing up the fronts of his boots. By now he had gotten used to the raw energy of the AFW arena, and the pre-match jitters were a thing of the past. It felt comfortable much in the same way he used to feel comfortable before a big concert or performance. Tonight he was scheduled for a special stipulations submission match, one that could be won traditionally or via orgasm. He guessed he'd made quite the impression with his previous two hentai themed matches that now he had somewhat of a following.

One of the stage hands knocked on the door and gave him a five minute warning. Jean nodded in acknowledgement and rolled down his pants over the boots. Taking a quick look at himself in the mirror, he fixed his hair and slid on the sunglasses that perfected his intro ramp look. When his music started Jean was ready and heading down the ramp, playing up the crowd with his usual charm and personality.

As he slipped under the ropes and into the ring, he tossed his sunglasses out into the crowd and rested on one of the corner turnbuckles hands folded across his chest. He didn't know much about his to-be opponent other than a name, Kevin Derek.

Kevin sits in his dressing room with his arms folded and an intent look on his face.  The TV screen flashes footage from tonight's opponents prior arena matches and he gets in a last minute cram session.  Quickly studying the moves of Jean in the past couple of matches and then hears the announcer finish with the 1st man's intro.

Into the Mystic starts to play on the arena speakers and the lights dim.

"HELL YEAH ... THAT'S ALL ME!!!"

Smacking his own chest and then moving to the curtain in black boots and long tight red shorts with "RIDE" down the right leg ... "the" down the left leg and "WAVE" across the butt.  His tan and toned body looking good under the lights as he moves out with his arms up for the fans.  

Kevin's crew cheering and on their feet as he moves quickly into a run and down to the ring.  His body jump sliding under the bottom ropes and rolling a couple of turns before popping up to his feet right in front of the ref and Jean.  Eyes looking his opponent up and down and in very close.

"So ..... you are all the rage dude.  Let's see if you've got anything to back that up."

Pulling back into a crouch and nodding to the ref.

Jean's eyes settled on his opponent as he came from backstage. He had a good stage presence, he was likely experienced and knew his way around a ring. Kevin's aftire confused him slightly, "Ride Wave The?" He said to himself as he read it wrong. It was probably his catchphrase or gimmick, possibly even the name of his finisher.

Jean didn't have much time to mull things over in his head, Kevin popped up into the ring right in front of him and got real close. Jean was slightly flustered, unsure of what to say or do another than put on a hard face. 'Oh no' he thought to himself, 'He's hot....too bad that body has to be destroyed'.

Jean rolled his neck around and walked out from the corner towards the center of the ring. He flashed a brilliant smile and waved to the crowd and ref, letting them all know he was ready to begin.

DING! DING! DING! the bell rang and the crowd roared as the match was finally underway.

Jean was nimble on his feet, circling around the ring clockwise as he kept a good eye on Kevin. His eyes wandered from the boys arms to his chest, abs, and legs, looking for potential signs of weakness as well as indications of how he might attack. Jean wasn't the most experienced wrestler compared to some of the people he shared the ring with, but he liked to think that he'd developed a good eye for that sort of thing. It was kind of necessary for someone who liked submission techniques, it gave you the better targets to plan for rather than just slapping on any hold you could manage.

Kevin's trademark cocky grin forming as he watches his opponent's face. Seeing him a little unsettled from the quick roll in and start. Watching Jean's eyes as they seemingly scan his muscle while they begin to circle and start to feel each other out.

"How you think this is gonna go small fry?"

Taunting his smaller yet apparently very fit opponent they move around the ring. Kevin arms coming up high and pressing in toward Jean. Faking for a lockup and as soon as his opponent's arms come up, he slides to his right knee in tight and executes a quick, fluid fireman's carry to get his opponent to pivot across his shoulders and then down to the mat on his back.

Not pressing his luck this early as he is trying to learn the match more than work a tactic. Kevin gets back to this feet and backs away with a big grin and a single finger motion for Jean to get back up.

Small fry? Kevin wasn't that much taller than Jean, though the thought still ticked him off slightly. His smile didnt falter for a second though, on the exterior he remained cool as a cucumber as he circled about.

As Kevin came round for a lock up, Jean poised his arms up at the ready, intent on slipping out and around when he tried to latch on. However to his surprise, Kevin does something different and slides in close sideways, grabbing Jeans arm and tugging him forward. His chest grinds across Kevin's shoulders and the world spins as he's flipped midair onto his back, shaking the ring slightly with impact.

Jeans more surprised than he is stunned or injured for those first few milliseconds, but he regains composure and rolls away to escape. Looking up, he sees that Kevin is motioning for him to get back up and bring it. "Tch, fine by me" Jean thought to himself, rolling his tongue around the inside of his mouth.

As Jean got up, he placed himself casually into the sprinters stance and then blasted off towards Kevin. With his head aimed low and arms outstretched, he tried to ram his shoulder into Kevin's abs and get a good grip behind the knees so he could use the momentum of the collision to pull Kevin off his feet. If he managed to pull that off, Jean was gonna try working an ankle lock to follow up.

Kevin's eyes locked on his shorter and lighter opponent's body. Liking what he sees while Jean works his way back to his feet after the quick fireman's carry drop to his back.

"Have a fun ride dude?"

Big cocky smirk as usual on his face and then his eyes go wide as he is charged at like a matador.

"HUNNGHHHH"

Instead of trying to evade, Kevin stands firm and tightens his core for the impact. Rattled by hit some but quickly throwing his legs up and around his opponent's toned sides and wrapping his arms around his neck as well. Bracing for the impact to the mat as they both go down and prepping himself to lock his ankles and arms to trap his opponent as quickly as possible after the BOOM. Yelling out as they fall.

"...you just screwed this up man"

Jean's move to overturn his opponent is a success and Kevin begins to fall backwards like planned. What not was planned was for Kevin to lock his legs around Jean's waist, or grab the back of his neck and pull him down too. That could only spell trouble for him if he did nothing to counter it.

"Not if I can help it~!"

Jean had very little time to think of a plan while he was falling, but the fruits of his recent training were going to bear fruit here. At the moment of impact, the muscles in both wrestler's bodies would tense up for just a moment, and that meant your grip was vulnerable for a brief period. Jean tried to time it so that at that moment, he threw his head backwards to break Kevin's grip. Jean hurried to push himself up away from his arms, though Kevin's legs were still gripping his sides forcing him to bend over.

In somewhat of a riskier plan of attack, Jean reached around to grab hold of Kevin's legs and quickly dug in his heels to drag his opponent towards the center of the ring so that he had more room to work, and to prevent him from making any moves of his own. Letting out a loud roar of effort, he tried to rush forward again with Kevin's legs secured against himself in an attempt to roll Kevin over himself and onto his chest for a boston crab, a scenario a thousand times easier said than successfully done.

"ARRGHHHHH .. slippery punk!"

Kevin's body connecting with the mat and then his opponent quickly reverses and slips past his upper body's grip. Eyes wide and arms spread wide to the side as Jean pulls him to the center.

"OH HELL NO!"

Eyes narrowing on the attempted turn and Kevin quickly braces wide with his hands against the turn and unlocks his legs from around Jean's body. The muscles in his legs flexing along with his core to start scissor kicking back and forth ... left and right legs in an attempt to slip out of his opponent's fairly dangerous grip. The smaller guy earning some respect points for his work in this exchange of holds.

Despite Kevin having unhooked his legs, Jean was still holding them tight against his sides under the guess that he was going to do just that. The kicking however was not something that Jean anticipated and his grip started to majorly loosen as Kevin thrashed his legs about. He lost more and more of the leg until it seemed like he was going to get a good kick to the face if he didn't release, so Jean threw control of Kevin's legs back to him and jumped way back.

His opponent was one tough cookie this match, they both seemed to know a good amount about submission holds judging from the way they had exchanged just now. He'd have to be more careful in the future.

This time it was Jean's turn to grin and motion for Kevin to get back up, and he did just that.

Kevin's legs staying pulled in tight to his body with his feet facing his quick and aparently somewhat skilled opponent. A small chuckle comes out when his own gesture is repeated by Jean and he goes for a showy rise back to his feet for the fans.

With his hands bent back and braced by his head and in one fluid motion, his legs kick up to get momentum so the rest of his body can spring back to a standing position right in Jean's face. Quick nod into his opponents face followed by a smirk and a reach out with his right hand to try for a quick grab side headlock hip toss takedown.