Schoolboy Strip Match: John Mitchell Vs. Jean Richards

Preceded By: Tension Hentai Title Announcement by Melissa Sellers
Followed By: Kyo Akamatsu Vs. Kara Vela

John Mitchel:


Vs.

Jean Richards:


Match Type: Hentai
Winning Condition: The first to make their opponent orgasm will be declared the winner.
Special Conditions: Victory cannot be scored until the opponent is completely nude. Both wrestlers will start the match wearing school boy uniforms.


The young men enter, dressed in the attire of youthful days. Although they have grown, boys will still be boys, always looking for a spot to romp, wrestle and play.

To say that Jean was nervous for this upcoming match was an understatement. Not only would he be participating in a primetime PPV event, his opponent was a former champ! Jean had only been in the AFW for a short while compared to the other titans of the ring competing in the other matches. But there had to be something they saw in him if they decided to book him, they had to believe he was going to be a good match up, right?

Jean found some relief in the fact that this was going to be a hentai match, the one area he might excel in compared to his opponent. He was unsure how much experience John had in this style, though he had recently won a POW match and those were anything but innocent. He looked himself over in the mirror; the sleek black Japanese uniform they had given him fit well. Through choice of his own he accented the look with thin black glasses, a nod to his usual sunglasses shtick.

A stage hand popped by to give him a thirty second heads up till he was on. There was nothing he could do but give it his all. "At the very least, there's gonna be an explosive finish" he said to himself,  and the thought of that made him chuckle a bit. On cue Jean emerged from backstage to the screams of adoring fans.

Jean wasn't a huge anime fan but he did know a few of the stereotypes, and pandering to your target audience was never a bad idea. Where normally he would fit the bill of a rockstar, today he tried to play along with his look and act the part of the serious student.

He strode down to the ring with confidence and determination, trying to give each of his movements poise and purpose. And as he climbed into the ring, he settled with one arm folded across his chest and the other lightly resting on the side brim of his glasses. His heart was racing with both anticipation and excitement, and he did his best to keep his cool while the lights dimmed again and his opponent was to make his grand entrance.

“I look…ridiculous.”

John was not particularly happy with this match up. Oh, the opponent was fine. The hentai conditions? He was okay with that. But this…outfit.

A uniform was one thing, but this? First of all, it looked like a Navy uniform, which wouldn’t do at all. Second of all…schoolboy? Really? He felt absurd. Half of him didn’t even want to leave the locker room.

Fortunately for the audience, though, his friend was there to coax him into moving. While John finished buttoning the top button, his best friend Ro Larren gave him a clap on the shoulder.

“Think of it like camouflage.” She said with a smirk. “You don’t want to scare the prey.”

John just let out a grunt of annoyance. “Then we need to find bigger prey.”

Ro reached over and straightened his collar, and John gently batted her hands away. “Make it a rule: never fight wearing pajamas. Go sit with Amanda, I got this.”

Ro nodded and gave John a good slap on the back before she headed out the other door. John just sighed and, after a moment, headed out himself.



Contrary to Jean, John didn’t make much of an effort to play the part when he came out to the stage. John’s [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ww5GXbk58R0]normal music[/color] played as he made his way out after Jean. While normally John had a bright and warm smile on his face, and embraced the bright lights of the arena, he clearly looked a little less comfortable now. His mouth was shut, not clenched tightly, but shut without a smile. His normal slow walk down the ramp, where he loved to soak up the crowd and get them worked up, was replaced by a much sifter step. He was preoccupied with how much he didn’t like this get up, and it was unconsciously affecting the way he projected himself.

Finally, John climbed into the ring. Only once he was in did he realize he was preoccupied and had rushed to get in, like he wanted this whole event to move faster. Bah, he had to get focus or he’d psych himself out.

He bit his lower lip a bit, getting into the corner and wordlessly looked over to Jean. John was normally a talker during fights, but he was busy trying to re-focus. Chances are he might not even answer if Jean spoke. It might have come off as an intimidating silence, even if it was just John just composing himself while he waited for the bell. When it finally rang, he released his lip and flowed towards the center of the ring, arms up.

Contrary to Jean's bit of theatrics, John's entrance was more straightforward. After his music came on, he walked quickly down to the ring and climbed in without so much as a smile or wave to the audience. In fact if Jean had to describe it, it was probably the definition of apathetic. He worried that in comparison to John's somber performance, his own entrance might just look silly.

Luckily he didn't have a lot of time to really go over it in his head and throw himself off, his opponent was ready and looking his way. Jean slipped off his glasses and with a big swing of his arm, tossed them away into someone lucky enough to be sitting front row ringside. Soon enough the bell rang and Jean cracked his knuckles, time to show them what he's made of.

His opponent had a good height advantage, so Jean didn't have any illusions about overpowering him. A hentai match could even some of the odds across body types, and many submission holds could be expanded to fit these rules. If he was going to win, he was going to have to be smart about it, and thanks to the match conditions, he had a good strategy in mind.

"You don't look comfortable in that uniform, maybe we should take it off" Jean teased as he circled around. After a half-rotation of the ring, Jean suddenly sprung forward and leapt straight up towards his opponent. His chest collided with John's and he grabbed onto his shoulders while he locked his ankles behind John's back to hold on. Immediately and without any warning Jean went for a liplock as the first move of the match, pressing a hand into the back of John's neck to press his face more forcefully into the kiss.

With such a shocking and unexpected opener, the crowd suddenly burst into cheers and applause. Hopefully John would be as shocked as they were, as the longer Jean was kissing him the more winded he would be when he finally pulled away.

John really was uncomfortable in that uniform. But he had no intention of taking it off without a serious fight. As expected, he didn’t answer when Jean spoke. Instead, he just flowed into the ring, ready for what he expected to be a very set-piece, pitched battle. A long opening exchange of standing blows designed to weaken the opponent, a ground and grappling fight to strip them, and an erotic stage.

Jean, apparently, didn’t have that same idea. He skipped right to the erotic stage, and suddenly grabbed John, holding him tight, and squeezed is lips into John’s.

“Mmmmm?!” John let out in surprise. The kiss was absolutely delicious. He was thrown off balance for a moment, not expected such a unique opener. The crowed certainly seemed to love it, too. But John wasn’t exactly in the mood for a delicious kiss. His mood was quite fowl indeed, and his hands and arms were open. He was totally unrestrained, except that he was in danger of being tripped. Once the second of surprise wore off, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed in an expression of annoyance.

Thud. Thud. Shove.

John’s balled fists swung at Jean’s body like axe handles on both sides of his body. One shot for his lower ribs near his kidneys, one shot for his upper ribs, and a final shove to his pecs to try and press Jean off of him, even if it did result in John being tripped. He was going to make Jean fight for anything sexy, not just gasp and freeze like some green jobber confronted with his first sexual attack.

Jean's strategy had not been as wildly successful as he had hoped. He had stunned John but not for nearly as long as he liked, as the retaliation was swift and painful. His fists slammed into both sides like he was trying to smash a watermelon. And then he shoved, hard.

Jean landed hard on his ass, yelping in pain as that tingling sensation ran straight up his spine. But even having been knocked on his ass right away, Jean was still grinning. The top button to John's uniform had been sneakily undone while they had been busy sucking face. He had learned that John wasn't just going to roll over and give it up either, he had some degree of sexual experience.

Jean scrambled to get to his feet, ready to launch another offensive despite the burning in his sides. He ran at John again and jumped up, jutting his knee out so that it would come down hard across John's pecs.

John didn’t notice, or care, that the button had been undone. He was too distracted by the fact that he had also been tripped, and fell down on the ground with a thud.

He quickly tried to get up, just as Jean did. This is where they’d go head to head like tow old warships slinging broadsides at each other. John was hoping his higher caliber guns would make the difference. Unfortunately though, if John was a large battleship, then Jean was a battlecruiser. He may have smaller guns, but he was smaller, lighter, and faster.

John couldn’t react in time once he got to his feet, and though he tried to bring his forearms up to block Jean, he was still hit hard across the pecs. John grunted loudly, staggering backwards into the ropes.

After drilling a nice, solid knee into John's pecs, Jean pulled himself up from the mat to the roar of an approving crowd. His own fan base, albeit much smaller than a former champ's, seemed to hold it's own when it came to spirit and enthusiasm. It fueled Jean's adrenaline as much as the physical contact, and he'd need that energy spike to keep John off his game.

Jean sprinted towards the opposite side of the ring and threw himself wildly into the ropes. This catapulted him back at John quite fast, almost too much for him to control. This sort of move wasn't really in Jean's arsenal, but the heat of the moment and the excitement of being chosen for a pay-per-view match told him he ought to take some risks!

With the gap between them rapidly closing, Jean jumped and threw his feet out in front of him for a dropkick. While he was intending to blast his opponent in the same spot as before, he hadn't really practiced too many dropkicks before and his aim might be a bit off.

John grunted in pain as he let himself hang on the ropes for a second. He looked up, watching Jean head over to the other topes. An attack. John reacted on instinct, not sure how exactly Jean was planning to attack. He spun himself to the slide, hoping dodging out of the way from the dropkick, which was poorly aimed anyway.

"Shit, shit, shit!"

By the time Jean saw that his opponent was spinning off to the side, it was too late to change his course midair. His feet sailed through empty air between the ropes and then his torso, and if not for his quick reflexes, the rest of Jean would have sailed cleanly out into the ringside!

However, Jean's instinctual reaction didn't do him many favors either. He had spread his legs apart and held out his arms to try to snag himself on something, and snag something they did, as his legs went on eitherside of the middle rope. He came full stop when the rope thwacked him hard in the balls, and he would likely have fallen backwards stunned had his torso not been thrown over the top rope.

"Mnghhhmggh" Jean grunted in pain, one hand dropping to clutch his balls while the other held him back from falling. Very slowly he began to peel the leg that had gone over back into the ring, feeling the pain every step of the way.