Matthew Matthias (Debut) vs Casimir

MATCH TYPE: STANDARD
VICTORY BY PINFALL, SUBMISSION, OR KNOCKOUT.

Matthew Matthias:

Vs.

Casimir:

Matthew was stretching his body out backstage, about to have his debut match. A man named Casimir had answered the call for his challenge, and the only thing Matthew really knew about the guy was that he was apparently a really dangerous individual. Earphones plugged in, Matthew thought to himself "Heh, whoever this guy is, he's gonna get his ass kicked.". A confident yet serious look on his face, Matthew made his way to the entrance ramp as his music began to play.

The slightly deranged guitar music played around the arena as Matthew made his way to the stage, the crowd giving a mixed reaction to the newcomer. Dressed in his usual street clothes, and hood over his head, he didn't care at all for the crowd and walked straight to the ring. Brandon climbed the apron and through the second rope before taking off his hood and slowly looking around at the arena. He would sit in the corner and stare at the entrance ramp, anxiously waiting the man he was going up against.

It was funny, that was exactly what Casimir was thinking as he watched Matthew enter the ring, hearing that mixed reaction -- and going so far as to yawn. Man, what a fuckin' idiot that guy is. Daring to go up against him? Casimir? Please. He would tear this boy to shreds. Watching him take off the hoodie on tv from his spot in the locker room, he shook his head. He was a cocky little bitch -- time to take him down a few notches. He was clad in those blue tights, but he stood up -- and stripped them off. No, he wanted to humiliate this kid. Show him that there was a reason people didn't dare go against him in a match.

He went into his locker, not caring much about the long pause between his opponent's entrance and his own, digging in -- and pulling out a pair of white briefs, tugging them on. It was time to play with this guy; hopefully, he didn't know much about him, but either way, this would be a lot of fun. He walked out with those tighty-whiteys on, thrusting his arm up in the air to the beat of his entrance song. There were jeers coming from all around the ring, thanks to his last couple of matches, though the audience seemed…confused. What the heck was he doing, wearing that?

Casimir rolled into the ring, going into the opposite corner for a moment, bouncing on his feet. "Hey man! Let's have a good match, yeah?!" he called out, trying to play up a little bit of that cheeriness that he hated so much. Let's make Matthew think he was a completely different type of fighter. Then he'd swoop in for the kill.

Matthew stared intently as his opponent's music began to play, but his expression grew into one of shock as his opponent came onto the entrance ramp....in white briefs?! He didn't know what to think as he slowly watched him walk down the ramp and enter the ring, fist in the air to the beat of his song. Matthew was kinda speechless as this was the last thing he had expected to see, and it had admittedly thrown him off of his game, as his opponent's choice of attire left little to the imagination.

He was even more confused as his opponent had a smile on his face and gave a somewhat cheerful comment for the match... despite barely knowing anything about him, this was the guy everyone was calling dangerous? Even though he had somewhat of an imposing stature and odd choice of attire, it seemed like the last thing this man would appear to be, if anything this was going to be a cakewalk! "Uhhhh, sure thing man..." Brandon said hesitantly as he began to circle the ring. He would block the man's attire out of his mind and attempt to make the first move, aiming to hopefully wrap his arms around his head for a side headlock.

That shocked expression on Matthew's face was enough to make Casimir almost break out into a wide grin. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. He managed to keep himself in check, instead moving his hips, as if trying to entice Matthew a bit. All things that he would never normally do, all things that he would beat someone else up for. One thing was certain to the audience, if it wasn't before -- Casimir was crazy. Completely and utterly.

He winked at Matthew, even going so far as to thrust his hips towards him and gyrate a bit as the bell rang, watching him as he began to circle the ring. He hesitated, before doing the same, circling the ring as well. He saw Matthew coming for the side headlock easily, shifting at the last second to face him -- dropping to his knees and aiming an uppercut right in his balls! "We're definitely gonna have a fun match today," he remarked, and that smirk began to form across his lips finally. So his true colors began to be revealed.

Matthew had noticed how his opponent slowly gyrated and thrusted his hips at him as the bell rang, and it had admittedly distracted him for a moment, but Matthew tried to pass it off as a strange stretching routine. As he circled his opponent he threw himself forward for the headlock, but his opponent dodged, dropped to his knees and uppercutted him straight in the balls! Brandon shouted out in pain as he fell to his knees, it seems like he had fallen straight into this guys trap, and the cheerful comment before was just to lure him in.

His crotch felt like it was on fire as he pressed his hands against them. His eyes glossy from the blow, he heard his opponent's comment and, hoping he had heard it wrong, turned his head up to look at him, an evil expression on his face. "W...w...what?" he asked weakly, noticing Casimir's impressive physique and bulge right up close to him.

"You heard me."

God, that glossy-eyed look was driving Casimir wild! It reminded him of that one kid he fought, his first day in the league. Don? Dave? Drake? Whoever the fuck it was, he didn't matter anymore. And, once he was done with Matthew, neither would he. He stood up casually, reaching down to take a fistful of Matthew's hair, yanking it back for a moment so he could meet his gaze -- so Matthew would see the fact that his eyes were alight with the prospect of annihilating this new person.

He held him there for a moment before he snapped a knee straight up into Matthew's jaw, hoping to make it connect. He would let go of his hair to let Matthew fall backward, moving to follow him onto the mat, straddling his chest so his crotch was straight in Matthew's face -- even going so far as to fall forward, onto his elbows, so that crotch was completely in Matthew's face -- breaking it up every few moments by jerking his hips backward and letting him fall onto Matthew's face once more.

Matthew found himself get painfully dragged up to his feet by his hair. As his eyes cleared he found himself face to face with his opponent, and he noticed how evil his gaze was upon him...Matthew was nervous, this guy seemed like the real deal. Matthew would hope to use this time to punch him in the gut, but Casimir was one step ahead, and his knee connected straight into his jaw, making him fall down to the mat.

Groaning in pain, he looked up to see Casimir now straddling his chest, the bulge in his underwear inches away from his face. "Wh...wha-MMM" Matthew began to say, until he saw his opponent fall forward and the bulge engulf his face. Matthew couldn't breathe as Casimir's crotch smothered his entire face, however his opponent would raise up for a few seconds, giving Matthew time to breathe, before smothering him once more, keeping him in this seemingly eternal loop of sexual punishment, He would scream at Casimir to let him loose, however his voice was nothing but muffled against the briefs.

Casimir smirked as Matthew just felt like a toy in his grip; he managed to snap that knee into his chin, before doing some strange modification of a bronco buster in Matthew's face on the mat. Finally, he sat back up, looking back down at him, giving him a small slap to the cheek, just to make sure he wasn't losing him there. "See? Fun. So much fun~!" he remarked. "Though honestly, the fun has yet to start. We've barely even begun to wrestle now!"

It was with that he finally stood up, grabbing for a thick wad of Matthew's hair, yanking him up to his feet -- moving to bend over, trying to get Matthew across his shoulders. Within moments, he would try and trap him in a really brutal argentine backbreaker, one hand applying pressure to his neck, and the other one yanking on his legs. The other hand was snaking up, grabbing for his crotch, and beginning to rub at it, massaging his palm into it.

Brandon felt like he was losing consciousness under the man's massive bulge, slowly his movement's were stopping until finally the man dismounted from his face. Slowly the life was coming back into Matthew as he could breathe once more and his vision cleared. His break wasn't long however as Casimir slapped him and commented on how the match was going to go.

"Get off..." Matthew protested but they proved to be fruitless as he was painfully dragged onto his feet once more. Suddenly he grunted as he found himself on the much more powerful mans shoulders, and began to scream out in pain as his body bent in the Argentinian Backbreaker! tears started forming at his eyes as he regretted his decision of allowing this match to happen. His screams would quietly turn into moans however, as suddenly the blue-haired man's hand began to massage his crotch. "St....stop......" Matthew moaned in the hold as he felt like he was about to rip in half.

Matthew's protests and screams were just keeping Casimir fueled in the long run! He grinned as he heard those bloodcurdling screams come from his opponent, shaking his head to himself. "Screaming is just gonna keep you in the hold more!~" he remarked, cranking it on a bit more as if to prove that to Matthew. When he began to massage at Matthew's crotch, however, he loosened his grip for a moment, as if to give Matthew a bit of hope of escape.

Before he snatched it away, grabbing ahold of his crotch and using that as he cranked the hold back on once more, smirking widely as he waited for the scream. He would even go so far as to jump up and slam down onto his ass, practically breaking Matthew over his shoulders before he shoved him off with a soft hum. "Now, what to do, what to do?~" He stood up, moving to grab Matthew and almost haphazardly toss him into the corner, aiming his head for the pole.