Enchained Debut! The Trojan vs. Jean Richards

Ehehe…shit. The sudden movement of Jean's arm grabbing at his made him knock the cuffs over, and he felt his cheeks flare up in a moment of embarrassment! He huffed softly, trying to move to make sure Jean got more punishment from the hold he was in, despite that it wasn't much of a hold. Of course, the fact that it wasn't a real hold didn't mean that Jean wasn't still trapped.

He grinned at the fists that hit at his pecs. "Oh no, cutie. You're not going anywhere." Of course, it was right after he spoke that their crotches ground together, taking him off guard. He didn't realize they were that close! He was easily rolled over as a result of the surprise, but he wasn't stunned.

"Don't go yet, Jean. Let's have a little more fun here," he murmured, reaching up -- and reaching to get his hand into Jean's hair. But he wasn't yanking him away. No, he would pull him in close, giving him a nice, deep kiss to take him off guard. How could anyone be able to resist a hot, sweaty kiss with a man like that?

Jean braced himself on Trojan's shoulders when the man grabbed a fistful of hair, trying to resist getting pulled down against him. But then Trojan split the difference and met halfway, dragging him into a kiss that melted Jean's resistance. At first Jean's lips were frozen in place, but then hormones forced him to succumb and he was suddenly lost without a care in the world. Jean was the first to pull away, his face stained pink with a light blush. Kissing was definitely not off-limits in a non-hentai match, in fact many people resorted to it, but it was often unexpected. As he recovered his senses, Jean broke the mount and rolled away, slipping beneath the ropes to search for the cuffs.

However ss Jean stumbled around to his feet, he was still distracted thinking about Trojan's kiss, and he accidentally kicked the cuffs completely beneath the ring. He cursed to himself something in French and began to crawl under the darkened ring as he searched for the cuffs. Damn Trojan was an incredible kisser....

To be honest, the Trojan didn't expect the kiss to work that well. But to be fair, he wasn't holding anything back; as their lips met, he set to work, moving to open Jean's lips with his own and playing with his tongue, really getting in there. It was deep, it was passionate, and it even stunned the Trojan while he was doing it for a moment. But then Jean pulled away and recovered quickly, leaving Trojan on the mat as he went to the concrete.

The Trojan half expected the match to be over; Jean had just gone with the kiss to take him off guard and handcuff his wrists. But then Jean didn't come back up after a second, and he heard the faint French cursing. He rolled over in time to watch Jean go under the ring. He slipped out of the ring with a grin, putting his finger up to his lips towards the audience, which elicited a short laugh and a round of cheers.

He was too far gone for him to be able to grab his ankle and just pull him out, so the Trojan had to go under there with him. He raised the cloth and slipped under the mat with Jean. "That was a good kiss," he called out, unable to see Jean quite yet. He could let down a lot of his guard on what he said, since the audience would be able to hear them down there. "I wouldn't supposed you actually enjoyed that, did you? Or were you just doing it as a reversal?" His hand brushed against something soft, so he grabbed hold of it. Turned out it was Jean's ankle. He yanked Jean down a bit, moving to try and straddle him.

Jean's eyes were open wide as they could, but until they adjusted, he was basically searching blind. His hands slid back and forth as he searched for those pesky cuffs. He hadn't kicked it that hard, had he? They should be right be the entrance, and yet they were nowhere to be found. Damn it all!

He heard a spectre of laughter from the audience but he ignored reflecting on it, he needed to find those cuffs! He'd look like an idiot if he came out empty-handed, so he was gonna stay down here till they were in his possession. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Trojan decided to join him. He yanked on Jean's ankle to pull him back and crawled to straddle him. There wasn't a whole lot of room to operate beneath the ring, so they were pretty much face to face now. Something about the change in Trojan's tone made Jean drop his guard somewhat, like he was calling an unofficial timeout now that they were hidden from view.

"Your technique could use work" Jean teased as he quietly slid his arms around, still searching for the cuffs. Maybe he could distract Trojan with small talk, and then capture him when he wasn't paying attention! "But in all seriousness, that wasn't the worst kiss I've ever had. Definitely in the top 10 , but only like 8 or 9th worst ever"

Unused to the dark, the Trojan found himself having a harder time getting used to the small amount of light filtering down here. Since they weren't in a match that used weapons, there were no weapons down here, but it was still cramped; Trojan's "straddle" was more like him lying down on Jean with their faces dangerously close.

He could hear Jean searching for the cuffs as he chatted, giving a small grin at him as he realized that no, the depth of the kiss wasn't intended. He shifted a bit more, moving to grab those arms and pin them above Jean's head with one hand as he began to look with the other. "Is that so? Well, perhaps I should give it another try." With that, he gave Jean another kiss. This one wasn't so much of an offensive kiss; it was a genuine, end of a first date kiss -- but it just so happened to also be what he did in order to keep Jean from looking.

He wasn't really trying to find the cuffs, however. He could work with losing this match. He just wanted to know more about Jean, and he had just the way of getting that information out of him. But if he had been looking for them, he might have realized that they were practically right underneath Jean's hands.

Trojan shifted as his hands found Jean's arms, grabbing them and sliding them up above his head. Jean gave no resistance as Trojan pinned his arms, he already had a sense of what he was aiming at when he straddled him. He waited with held breath for Trojan to lean down fully and kiss him. This kiss was different, it was sweet, more chaste and less show, like a first introduction. He was not expecting this.

As Trojan pulled back, Jean found himself unexpectedly smiling. "That was.....different" Jean answered honestly, unsure of how he was supposed to react. But more than anything, it left him interested in pursuing more. Jean squirmed and slipped his hands free so he could twine them behind Trojan's neck. He'd continue to play along until there was a less suspicious moment to grab the cuffs.

"I think I need a second opinion" Jean said softly as he leaned up to press his lips against Trojan's again, slowly and with hesitance, like he was re-enacting a first kiss. There really wasn't room to flip the man over, so he'd have to brainstorm a different way to get free. Right after he was done with this next kiss....

The audience was starting to get antsy outside, but Trojan found he didn't give a flying fuck. He wanted to kiss the cute boy beneath him, and that was going to happen. But he wanted it to be different, he didn't want to do it to titillate, he didn't want to do it for a reason other than to kiss him. Quite romantic, in the middle of a wrestling match.

He didn't expect the return kiss, nor did he expect…well, any of it. He let Jean's hands go, still not seeing the handcuffs, and pressed into his lips, hands on either side of Jean to keep himself up. He smiled lightly against Jean's lips, however, before pulling away. "Well, whoever wins will have to continue that," he remarked. "I think we should get out. If you know where the handcuffs are…you should grab them. I'll give you a five count before dragging you out."

It wasn't necessarily giving him the match; he was just helping to bring the handcuffs back into play. While also coming off as a bit…sweet, really. He slipped off of Jean after another moment, letting a hand ghost along his frame (including his crotch, of course) before getting to his ankle. He stuck his own ankle out of the ring, so the people would know they were coming out.

He began to count down loud enough for Jean to hear him before grabbing him by the ankle and pulling him out, letting himself roll onto the concrete floor, as if he was exhausted from their fighting beneath the mat.

This time Trojan was the first one to pull away, commenting on the fact that they'd been gone long enough to start to lose the audience. He even offered to let Jean find the handcuffs first, but that was of course a loaded statement as he soon groped Jean for fun. As Trojan began to count down, Jean began to search quickly, and right about the 4th count, Jean struck gold. He immediately bent sideways and swung the cuffs at Trojan's wrist, causing the to whir and 'CLICK' into place.

Soon moments after, Jean was quickly dragged into sight again, panting but with one hand still clutching the ring of the yet unused cuff. With a yell Jean rolled himself over on top of Trojan and yanked the man's arm with him. He strained to get the second cuff over onto the free wrist, hoping the man was committed to his exhausted performance.

Honestly, Trojan didn't think he would put the handcuffs on him before he got out from under the tarp, but the satisfying click proved to him that he had found them, and that Trojan had lost. He couldn't help but grin; it was a hell of a match, and he didn't regret it in one bit. As he flopped over onto his back, panting for the audience, they roared as Jean came out with the handcuffs in hand, one already fastened on Trojan's wrist!

Trojan grunted softly as Jean rolled onto him, his arm coming with. He was committed to his exhausted performance, in fact; to the point where when Jean moved to lift his wrist, he might even be able to tell that Trojan was helping him out! He gave the smaller man a small wink as the telltale whir and click cemented Jean's victory over the Trojan.

As if to show it to the audience, he let his arms fall backwards with a small huff, and the crowd flipped. Jean's name could be heard in every corner of the arena. Trojan, on the other hand, just seemed content to keep up his performance, laying there and letting Jean pose and do whatever he wanted to his own prostrate body.

With a little bit of assistance, Jean's attempts to seal the deal and fasten the other part of the cuff were a success. Jean let himself relax and slouch backwards, throwing his hand in the air as he panted and let the energy of the crowd shouting his name wash over him. He was definitely going to be taking up the issue of Trojan 'letting him win' up with later, but for now he was content to just be happy.

Cameras flashed and his rock theme blared on the speakers as Jean stood up, smiling tiredly and waving to fans. As per the rules of the match, Jean bent down and grabbed the link between the cuffs so he could lead Trojan to a stand. The man was basically his living trophy, so he was sure to make a few poses treating him as such.

He gave Trojan's ass a hard slap and then lead the man to trail behind him. He took extra time walking up the stage ramp in order to make sure there were as many photos taken as possible, after all it was pretty much a David vs Goliath victory.

WINNER: JEAN RICHARDS