Enchained Debut! The Trojan vs. Jean Richards

Damn, he wasn't fast enough. He grunted loudly as he felt Jean slam into his back, making his small ball release once more, falling onto his fronts for a moment. He shifted, trying to get up -- but then Jean's knee jabbed into his back, making him arch against the mat. But then that bell-clap came, and he was stunned, trying to reach up to grab his head.

That was when Jean went for the chinlock, eliciting a soft yell as he locked it in, being yanked back. He didn't do too well when he was locked into submissions; it was just a miracle that he wasn't in a match he could tap out for. "This? I thought this was…nngh…foreplay?" he replied, slowly because of the hold, of course.

But he was trying to inch forward, moving to grab onto the rope. If he could do that, he would be able to get up and get the upper hand, if only for a moment!

"I assure you, my foreplay is much more enjoyable" Jean teased back as he continued to dig his knee into Trojan's back like he was trying to impale him. He could see that his opponent was trying to inch forward to grab the ropes, but he wasn't content to let him do it of his own accord. Jean switched to holding the man's chin with one arm as he swung some windmill-type forearm blows across the man's chest.

After landing four strong blows, Jean let his hand trail up Trojan's chest a bit more slowly than necessary. With that, he suddenly spread his legs and pulled Trojan down between them. With the man's head in his lap, Jean leaned forward to secure a dragon sleeper on the man while he worked to lock his heels around Trojan's waist for a bodyscissors combo.

"Oh, Jean. Be still my beating heart!" Trojan responded, reciprocating the tease once more. His little grin didn't last for long; when those forearms collided with his chest, he grunted, making his attempts to get towards the ropes weaker and weaker. After the four, he had practically stopped for the moment, just trying to regain the air he lost from the blows.

He shivered despite the man's body heat pressing against him as that hand trailed up his thick, muscled chest. It seemed Jean took a page out of his own book; he allowed the smaller man to go for the bodyscissors as he was unable to stop him, before he was trapped in that dragon sleeper. He chuckled softly as he was cranked into it, struggling a bit.

"What, no good night kiss?" he asked, trying to get his arms free. If he could get those arms free, perhaps he would be able to bell clap Jean like he did earlier, in order to get the man to let him go.

Jean found himself grinning despite the look of sheer concentration on his face. The man had a somewhat goofy, yet undeniably charming air about him. Repeatedly he would have to remind himself he was in a match and not just playing around, lest he suddenly let some of his intensity go. "Naughty boys don't get good night kisses" Jean pretended to scold him as he tugged his arm tighter around the man's thick neck. He could feel the man wiggling his arms free slowly but surely, which made him squeeze the bodyscissors tightly as well.

"Instead they get goodnight spankings, like how I'm going to spank you in your own debut" he further teased. A thin sheen of sweat had broken out on their bodies that made Trojan's tanned skin glimmer under the hot ceiling lights. All that decadent muscle writhing and panting before him, dominating a bigger man, Jean had to shake his head out before he lost himself in a fantasy.

He redoubled his efforts to choke Trojan out as much as possible before the man freed his arms. After that Jean couldn't guess whether the man would break free, or be weakened enough by the choke for Jean to go hunt the cuffs down.

Just by the fact that Jean was grinning, he knew that his opponent was at least having fun with it. He hated those wrestlers who took everything so seriously; he got into this for the fun of it, not to win. He didn't need the money or the glory -- he just wanted to have a good time, something he couldn't possibly get…well, elsewhere.

When Jean mentioned that they get spankings, Trojan gave a soft laugh. "Is that so? Well, I've been very, very naughty then." He was beginning to sweat himself, and his vision began to swim. If he didn't get out of this hold soon, he'd wake up to those cuffs being on him.

He managed to get his arms freed, but he barely had enough time to get free. Instead, he decided to play dead for a moment. Letting his hands go slack, they fell on opposite sides of Jean's legs, his eyes closing. He needed a few moments to get over this sleeper hold anyway, though he was still trying to keep himself conscious with all of his might.

Jean was wary that his dragon sleeper put out Trojan just as he was getting his arms freed. He held the choke for a while longer, shaking his head back and forth just to be sure. The man's breathing was even and he didn't seem to stir as Jean gradually released the choke, so he figured he'd be wise not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Jean slid out from under Trojan and scrambled up to the nearest turnbuckle, digging his hands behind the pads to search for anything hard and metal. Aside from the pole of course. His first search ended with failure, which meant the cuffs were either under the ring, or in one of the two remaining corners. His eyes flickered to Trojan's prone body, he still seemed to be sleeping softly.

Jean decided to risk it as he bolted for the opposite corner, leaping over Trojan's body and landing on light feed as he continued to run. He frantically but methodically searched the corner pads, patting them up and down until he found gold! Or silver, or whatever they made handcuffs out of! With a grin Jean began to untie the pads so that he could fish out his prize.

Had Jean kept it on for just five seconds longer, Trojan would have been completely knocked out. But Trojan's tactic actually worked; Jean left him on the precipice of consciousness. It just made him need a little bit more time before he was able to get back up. He faked unconsciousness well, with quite a lot of previous experience.

He could hear Jean looking for the handcuffs, and giving up on that corner. Why not wait it out, hm? Jean could find the handcuffs, and he could swoop in and steal the victory that way! No matter what, it was clear the audience was enjoying it; they were cheering, most for Jean, but a lot also for Trojan himself, trying to yell at him to get up.

He began to shift, slowly, carefully, as he heard Jean searching through the corner pads. He grinned lightly as Jean found them and, as he fished out his prize, Trojan struck. He snuck up behind the man and moved to suplexed him quickly, hoping the handcuffs would go scattering at the attack. If they did, he would move to jump over Jean and dive for them.

Aha! Finally Jean's hands struck gold and he held the cuffs in the air in triumph with a large smile on his face. His celebration was short-lived when those tree trunk arms of Trojan's quickly clenched around his midsection, and he was hurtled through the air with a suplex. At some point mid-suplex the cuffs were flung from Jean's hand and sent skittering across the ring. As Jean crashed down, his body bounced wildly and he appeared quite stunned as if he hadn't processed what happened yet.

But then Trojan was clambering over him to reach the cuffs, and Jean was forced to pull himself together. Riding high on adrenaline, Jean flipped around onto his chest and yanked Trojan's ankle back. He lunged and landed on Trojan's back, and pushed his head down into the mat as he tried to crawl past him. The cuffs were so close! Dangling on the edge of the ring! Just a few more inches and he had them!

It had turned into a mad dash for the cuffs, and neither of them were ready to give up on it yet! The Trojan grinned as he was yanked back and was landed on, giving a small "oof" as his head was pushed into the mat. He had to make sure Jean didn't get them! But how to keep them out of Jean's grip?

He tried to roll him and Jean over, moving to straddle the other male if successful. Of course, his next move was more ridiculous than anything -- he would move to lie against Jean, shoving that sweating chest into the ex-rocker's face as he reached for the handcuffs.

But the Trojan made a fatal mistake: he misjudged the distance. He would reach out for the handcuffs, reaching out to keep Jean under his chest -- when he accidentally just knocked them over the lip of the ring. He would freeze at that, and utter a soft, nervous laugh.

Of course, if he didn't even manage to get Jean onto his back, he wouldn't have even been in the running at all; he would be trying to get to his feet and get away, because Jean would have the handcuffs.

Jean's fingers wiggled as he strained to reach the lip of the cuffs, he was so god damn close! But it was not to be, Trojan was equally determined to reach the cuffs and flipped Jean off onto his back. Jean got a faceful of sweaty chest as Trojan used his weight to pin him down while he reached, but quick thinking had Jean desperately reach up and grab at his arm. This upset the reaching motion and the cuffs slid off the lip of the ring to the amusement of the audience.

Jean however was not so amused; he'd turned his face sideways to avoid drinking in chest sweat and the man's body heat was awfully warm. Jean's fists swatted at the man's pecs as he tried to throw him off, with the consequence that it started to grind their crotches together. With a loud grunt Jean tried to roll them while Trojan was distracted, it was his best chance at ending up on top!