Enchained Debut! The Trojan vs. Jean Richards

HANDCUFF MATCH: Whoever handcuffs their opponent with the cuffs provided outside of the ring is the victor! They are then provided the key and allowed to do whatever they want to the loser.

The Trojan:

VS.

Jean Richards:

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His debut match; the Trojan couldn't believe it was already here! Practically vibrating in his seat in the locker room, clad in just a pair of skin-tight grey trunks with a line going across the legs, he was raring to go. He had the opportunity to at least choose the type of match he wanted, and he wanted his debut to be perfect; what better way than with a handcuff match! He knew he would be able to put on a good show, even if he lost. His opponent was a skilled wrestler, one he had seen several matches of in the past; yet, knowing his style didn't provide him with much of an advantage, as it focused on the few pieces in the Trojan's defences that were weak.

As his theme began to play, he knew there was no turning back -- but he still didn't even want to. It was going to be a fun match, no matter what! He would make sure of it. So he jogged his way out to the stage in time for the crescendo, somersaulting once down the ramp before running along the sides, giving high-fives to the people who were in the front row. Standing in front of the ring, he blew kisses to everyone before he slipped in, giving a few flexes and poses as his music faded out.

It wasn't a bad entrance, for his first time. Let's just hope that the rest of the match was just as exciting.

Jean ran a quick hand through his hair as he went through the pre-match checklist in front of a mirror. Sunglasses? Check. Rocker pants? Check. Belt? Check. It wasn't like any of the stagehands were going to let him forget anything, but mentally running through a list like that was a good way to calm oneself. Tonight he'd be helping another guy debut in Tension, but it wasn't just any regular match.

No, this was gonna be a handcuffs match, with a nice little slave-for-a-day bonus as well. These kinds of events were tricky, you had to balance beating your opponent down with finding those cuffs and then locking him up. If you spent too much time going for the cuffs, an opponent could recover. Jean looked over his shoulder and nodded when given a five minute warning, the other guy was just about to go on.

Jean followed the guy to the pre-stage waiting area, listening to his opponents theme music to get an idea about his personality. With just a little bit to go on, it was now Jean's turn to dazzle em. As he emerged into the stage he was met with a roar of approval, most notably a distinct high-pitched scream from female fans. He grinned as he played the cool guy act, sauntering down to the stage smoothly and waving to the crowd. Clearly, he'd picked up a few more fans after that Climax PPV strip match!

Jean slid his sunglasses to the top of his head as he stepped into the ring, facing up to this "Trojan" who was to be his opponent. As with most of his foes, he was at a height and weight disadvantage, but that didn't stop him from walking forward and extending his hand for a friendly shake. He flashed an almost mischievous pearly white smile at his opponent as he stared him down, like he was in on a secret that the Trojan had yet to know.

In his head, Jean was quickly sizing the man up, guessing at what kind of strategies might be effective. Hitting hard and fast was usually a good opener, but if this guy was a skilled grappler, his defense might be too high for that to do anything but waste energy. He was already thinking of a few submissions that worked better against a taller opponent too.

The Trojan watched as Jean made his debut, smiling as the crowd roared in approval, especially the females. I mean, the guy was hot, there was no question why he got such a reaction out of them! He found himself clapping along with them, amused by the cool guy act. Besides, he was always the type of guy to be a good sport.

He approached his opponent, giving him the handshake and returning the pearly white smile with one of his own! "You've got quite the number of fans!" he commented. "Means this will be a good match." As he broke away, he gave a low, swooping bow, as if he were in a play of sorts. In his head, he was trying his best to recall the matches that Jean had done in the past that he'd seen.

As the bell rang, he moved forward, trying to grab the smaller man in a collar and arm lock up, though rather than try and push Jean away, he would use it to yank him in close -- and go for a tight bearhug, trying to pin his arms at his sides![

Jean admired the man's return handshake, nice and firm like one ought to be. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders with a laugh when his amount of fans was commented on, modest but proud! As he backed up he watched the man bow respectfully, another foreigner doing the honorable samurai shtick? Jean licked his lips and tossed his sunglasses into the front row, unsure of who would end up with them when people swarmed the touchdown spot.

When the bell rang, the Trojan burst forward for a collar-elbow lock up, which Jean was hesitant to reciprocate. He backed up with arms outstretched as he tried to stay out of the man's grip, but a lucky hand snagged his shoulder and it was downhill from there. Jean was yanked forward and arms began to compress his torso in a bearhug, but quick reflexes managed to save one hand from being trapped.

Jean grunted and gritted his teeth as the man began to squeeze him tightly. Already his breath hitched in his throat, but he did well to control his breathing and regulate O2 use. He used his free hand to grab the underside of the Trojan's jaw and chin and force his head up and backwards, ideally enough pain to wiggle his other arm free.

Ah, Jean was fast! It took Trojan a moment to realize that he missed the other arm, trying to crank on the hold a bit more before Jean was able to use that hand to counter. Tightening his grip, he tried to keep the other hand from wiggling free -- but then his head was forced backwards, and he hissed softly from the pain. Fast and smart! Why, he could see why this man had so many fans!

But Trojan wasn't done quite yet. He shifted for a moment, still in pain from the hand pressing up at his jaw and chin, but he tried to move a bit forward -- and fall forward, onto Jean, before he was able to get that hand free from his grip. He wasn't going to let Jean take the victory easily, if he was going to lose!

Jean made a low growl as he shoved at the Trojan's face, the way that he forced the man to shuffle around was a sign he was doing things right! In the mean time his arm twisted left and right as he tried to slide himself free, but unfortunately there was no sweat to lubricate an escape. The Trojan started to work him backwards for a moment, and Jean figured he was going to ram him, so he planted his feet. To his surprised the man suddenly began to teeter over him, and the next thing he knew all 200 pounds of him was crushing him into the mat.

"Ungggh!" Jean let out a pained cough from the makeshift body slam, it was no exaggeration to say the wind had been knocked out of him. As he gasped it back in, he now had additional trouble forging an escape, there was nowhere to run! But as Jean thought about his predicament, he wasn't quite out of options. Rather than shoving his face away, Jean tried to loop his arm round the back of the man's neck and tug it down for the best headlock he could manage at such a disadvantaged position.

Again, he was impressed with the speed Jean had when it came down to reacting properly. But in this case, it wasn't the right move; having Jean plant his feet down just helped Trojan to slam into him and knock him over, burying him under all that muscle.

He looked at Jean with a small grin. "Well, I knew I would end up on top of you at some point, though this wasn't what I expected." He winked at him, before shifting to try and get up. But Jean wasn't done with him yet; before he knew what was going on, his arm snaked around Trojan's neck and yanked him into a headlock!

The man grunted after a moment from the headlock, wriggling a bit. No comments escaped his mouth this time, though he did let one hand reach up a bit, tracing along Jean's toned sides, before moving to rub a thumb along Jean's nipple lightly, enticingly. Just hoping to get the man to release his grip enough to get free. He preferred holding his strength counters for later on in the match; in the beginning, moves like this tended to still work for him well!

Jean let out a surprised short laugh when the man lightly flirted with him, it had been, what, thirty seconds into the match already? Don't get me wrong, the man was gorgeous, but Jean's mind was still firmly wrapped up in the competition. The Trojan half abandoned his bearhug as he traced Jean's side, though the rocker wrote it off as close-quarters. But when he started to rub his nipple, Jean knew he was teasing on purpose!

"This isn't hentai, Casanova, watch it" Jean warned with a grunt, though one could tell he was only half-serious. He managed to slide his other arm free, and placing both hands on the Trojan's shoulders, he suddenly pushed himself a good deal out from under him. His knees were still trapped beneath the man's pecs, but Jean could sit up now. He tried to grab the back of the man's head and force it down between the gap in his legs. There was juuuuuust enough room to fit his head between his thighs for a scissors, though the Trojan's skull would be snugly against his crotch.

Clearly, Jean was amused by the comment; good to know the man had a sense of humor, at least. He'd make sure not to overdo it on the flirts, but it would at least make the match a bit more entertaining! He laughed lightly as Jean gave him that half-hearted warning, giving him a wink. "Ah, you're right! Such a shame. I wouldn't mind wrestling a man like you to a climax."

Of course, his attempt to try and get Jean to let go ended up just backfiring on him. He grunted as Jean managed to slink out from under him, but he made a surprised sound as he was shoved against Jean's crotch in a headscissor! "I thought you said this wasn't a hentai match?" he remarked, despite the pressure around his head.

The Trojan wasn't gonna let it distract him, however. He reached around, moving to cup Jean's ass, hoping that the move would play along more with his persona and that he wouldn't quite get what he was trying to do until it was too late. Because the idea was to use that grip to lift Jean up, giving a small grope on the way -- before getting to his knees so he could slam Jean back down onto his back.

Jean did his best to not react to the Trojan's next flirtation, if he stopped to visualize what it would be like to fight the man naked, bodies writhing as they fought to----damn it! Stay focused! Jean grinned through gritted teeth as he squeezed the Trojan's head tightly between his legs. He might talk big, but the longer he stayed between Jean's vice grip, the weaker he'd become!

But then the man just had to go and give Jean's ass a squeeze, making him jolt in surprise. It gave the man the opening he needed to get up, lifting Jean for a split second and then slamming him back down. "Oooof!" Jean grunted as he landed flat on his back, grateful that at least this time there was no additional baggage.

Being trapped beneath the Trojan and open for a mount was not a place Jean wanted to stay for very long. Pulling his knees in tight, he kicked off of the man's pecs to propel himself into a backwards somersault. Jean rolled through the momentum and up to his knees, poised and ready to pop to his feet.

Once standing, he ran backwards and jumped into the ropes, flinging himself forward with greater speed. Rather than jumped at him, Jean would dive and slid feet first between the man's legs to try to knock him down.