Next Stop: Humiliation Station! Casimir vs. Francesca Poem

HUMILIATION MATCH: In order to win, the wrestler must lock in a humiliation hold and get the opponent to submit from embarrassment.

Casimir:

vs.

Francesca:

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Finally. Casimir managed to land a humiliation match, something he'd been asking for…well, since he arrived. How could he not want to do it? It combined humiliating positions and fighting, two of his favorite things in the whole damn world. He couldn't help but grin as he managed to lock that down, making sure that he wore clothes to fit the part. Rather than wearing his blue shorts or tights, he went for a pair of white briefs, like ones you'd get out of a pack from K-mart or Target. The only thing about them was that they were a size too small, so it showed off his…assets.

As his intro began, he walked out coolly, seeming comfortable in the skimpy clothes. Hell, he would have gladly fought naked, but…well, it worked better if the nakedness came later in the humiliation. So clad in just those briefs and a pair of black boots, he walked down the ramp, not even doing much to try and invigorate the crowd. They were already jeering at him as loud as they could, he just basked in it as he slipped into the ring. He jumped in the middle of the canvas, before making a loud roar and a flex!

Owch. Even though his last match was a little while ago Francesca was still feeling the effects of it. Even if he had managed to get out a few decent attacks of his own Francesca was ultimately overwhelmed by his opponent and beaten down into a humiliating defeat. Heck, Francesca couldn't even remember what had happened at the very end of the match, all he could distinctly remember was one white flash of pain and then nothing. Eventually gradually waking up in the recovery section of the AFW without the slightest clue what had occurred, the only thing he knew for certain at the time being that he had lost another match. This time would be different though, humiliation was something the boy could do to an acceptable standard and he would use it to his best advantage, avoiding three losses in a row and undoubtedly coming out on top.

Appearing from behind stage as soon as he was signalled Francesca was as optimistic as possible, offering the cheering audience numerous appreciative waves and kisses as he happily skipped to the ring in his usual one piece attire. Sure he didn't always win fights, but the boy was cute and likeable, which is just what the large majority of the crowd wants. Upon reaching ringside Francesca wasted no time before carefully sliding inside and hopping to his feet, turning to face his opponent with the most battle-ready expression he could muster.

As the small man walked into the ring, Casimir couldn't help it. He burst into laughter. "Shit! Ahahahah! They didn't tell me I was fighting a kid?!" he taunted, shaking his head. "Oh my god, did you even hit puberty yet? No, no, you clearly did not!" With that, he began to laugh harder, bending over and slapping at his knee. "Ohhh, jesus! What are you hiding under that outfit, the fact that you don't have a single hair on you?" Again, another outburst of laughter; he was definitely one to laugh at his own jokes, clearly! After another couple of moments, he stood back up, wiping at his eyes to get rid of the tears that had sprung. "Oh…oh god, that was funny."

Casimir turned to the referee, shaking his head. "All right, all right. You guys got me. Now, where's my actual opponent?" he asked, stretching out. It took a while for the referee to get it through Casimir's thick skull that this was his opponent. As if out of exasperation, he motioned for them to ring the bell and start the match, leaving him staring at Francesca. "You're kidding me." He crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. "Nah. Fuck that. Kid, just quit now, 'cause I ain't gonna get arrested for beating up and fucking someone underage. Go the fuck back to elementary school."

Just as Francesca was about to move forward and offer his rather intimidating opponent a friendly handshake the man suddenly broke down into an absolute fit of laughter, the younger boy backing off a bit with a confused expression as he attempted to grasp what his foe had found so funny. Clarification to the humour which had fuelled his opponents hysterical laughter was quickly offered to him however, as the boy stood back and listened to Casimir's insulting onslaught of idiotic words, a certain amount of frustration becoming quite clearly evident on Francesca's face as he was forced to endure the full amount of his foes seemingly endless mocking before the match had even begun.

Once Casimir was finished with his antagonistic taunting and the bell had been rung Francesca's face was already a bright shade of red, clearly feeling rather embarrassed with all of the very personal stabs which his opponent had shot at him in such a short space of time. "For your information I'm not a kid! I'm a young man! And whatever I'm hiding underneath my outfit, I can guarantee it's infinitely more impressive than you! You stupid murmuring pile of useless muscle mass!" Francesca shot back in response to all of Casimir's abuse while taking a few defiant steps forward, clearly having no problem getting up close and personal with his opponent despite the obvious difference in size.

Well, it was clear that Casimir obviously started the match at a bit of a benefit. With those reddened cheeks, Casimir couldn't help but smirk. "You're not a kid? I don't know about that, have you looked in the mirror?" he asked, before laughing at the comment about what he had under his outfit. He stepped forward as well, meeting chest to…well, head, looking down at him. "As if. Kid, you wish you had a dick like mine. Might actually make up for the fact that you look like complete jailbait. Here…"

He trailed off for a moment, before aiming his knee right for Francesca's stomach, trying to get him to bend over. He would give a small smirk, shaking his head. "Why not have a closer look?" he would offer if he managed to land the blow, grabbing for his hair -- and yanking him in so he could try and hold him in place for a bronco buster, right off the bat! "See? So much better than anything you got."

Fuelled by the fires of anger Francesca stood up against Casimir with unwavering confidence. Staring up at him with an expression of battle-ready rage right up until he was abruptly kneed in the stomach, the boy unluckily being the perfect height for such an attack to have an unbelievably devastating effect, Francesca's previously furious eyes filled with pain as fresh spit flew from his mouth and down onto the canvas below, his entire body bending to the degree where he was almost perfectly draped around Casimir's mighty knee!

"Mahhg...!!" Francesca whined incoherently as he attempted to say something in response but was cut-off by his own lack to take in any oxygen, Casimir's knee winding him something fierce and making him feel as if he was unable to breath for a few moments. Unfortunately for the boy, just as his breathing was about to return to normal he found himself being plunged straight into his opponents crotch for a humiliating early match bronco buster! Nothing but the thin fabric of Casimir's wrestling attire protecting against Francesca having his face smeared all over his opponents generously large member! The younger man desperately flailing his arms as he let loose multiple muffled cries of pure embarrassment.

Casimir smirked widely as the boy wrapped around his knee so nicely, it was as if he were hugging it. It was almost cute, in a sadistic way. It was absolutely amazing. For a few moments, he didn't even wanna move! But no, it was better when he managed to grab him and hold him in place for the bronco buster, making him whine and flail about. He held him in place for a few moments, giving a loud laugh, even moving to flex above him and get the crowd jeering him. Finally, he let go, shoving him lightly to make him fall on the canvas. "See, kid? You ain't got a damn chance against me."

As if to really try and get this hammered into Francesca's head, he moved to grab him and scoop him up, moving to put him in a belly to belly piledriver. He was clearly setting up for his signature already, though he wasn't really paying much attention to what Francesca was doing. He was too focused on putting him in his place, and his place was beneath him. So he gave a small grin as he wrapped those arms around him tight, shaking him around a bit first if he even got Francesca in his arms -- and accidentally leaving many holes in his defense.

"Huuu!! Nyehhh!!" Francesca gasped as he was freed from the humiliating confines of Casimir's crotch and pushed to the canvas, his face still a bright shade of red and already dripping with sweat as he just took a few moments to try and breath, doing the best he could to try and ignore his opponents persistent yet no less idiotic taunting. While staring up blankly at the bright arena lights the boy understood that he needed to fight fire with fire to even have a chance of coming out of this on top. If Casimir wanted to come into this match and play dirty, then Francesca would show him just how dirty he could really be.

Only allowing himself to be shaken around like a helpless ragdoll for a few moments Francesca would waste absouloutely not time before punishing Casimir's lack of perception skills, taking advantage of his incomplete defence by waiting for just the right moment to throw all of his weight downwards, managing to just about slip through his foes tight grip before rapidly hopping behind him! Going straight for the most sensitive parts of the back of Casimir's legs with a spear in an attempt to make the man topple!

Honestly, Casimir was expecting this to just be a squash match. And one that the kid and the audience wouldn't forget anytime soon. So when Francesca actually threw his weight down and managed to slip out of his grip, Casimir was more surprised than anything else. Which made it easier for Francesca to get the blue-haired man on the canvas by knocking him down. He grunted as he slammed down, shaking the ring, growling softly as the crowd erupted into cheers. They liked anyone who wasn't Casimir at this point. He muttered a few choice words under his breath.

"All right, kid. Playtime is over." He growled softly, moving to try and kick him off. He would try to roll them over, trying to open his legs. "You ready to get fuckin' wrecked? Because I'm gonna show you what it'd like to get in the ring with someone like me." Y'know, as soon as he got Francesca to let go of his legs.

Feeling an overwhelming amount of accomplishment after not only escaping from Casimir's tight grip, but tripping him up as well, Francesca was more than prepared to continue his cleverly put together combination of attacks. With the crowds tremendous cheers spurring him on to fight to the best of his ability the boy quickly dropped his opponents legs onto the canvas in one rapid motion, taking no more time before following it up by nimbly leaping forwards, taking great care with how much he put into his jump so he was able to perfectly land his own crotch straight on his downed opponents face! Intent on paying him back in full for the humiliation which he had so graciously given out earlier.

"Hmf. If this is what It's like to get in the ring with someone like you it's rather boring. However you're definitely right about one thing. Playtime is over. Now how about you do the first sensible thing in your life and submit underneath me?" Francesca spoke out in an unimpressed tone while casually crossing his arms, not completely comfortable in his current position but more than happy to keep it up until he was declared the victor.