David vs Goliath! Kazuhiro Hawkins vs The Trojan

STANDARD MATCH: WIN BY SUBMISSION, PINFALL, KO

DAVID VS GOLIATH!: KAZUHIRO HAWKINS VS THE TROJAN

KAZUHIRO HAWKINS/DAVID:

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THE TROJAN/GOLIATH:

Kazuhiro puffed haughtily backstage as he checked himself out in the mirror of his dressing room. His piercing blue eyes scrutinized every inch of skin as he got right up in his own face, and the verdict was in; he was still as chiseled and polished as a Michelangelo statue. And he damn well better be after all the work he put into getting into this kind of shape. His opponent was some lame ass brute that got himself cuffed by some bleached and washed out musician twink a third his size in his debut, could it get any more embarrassing than that? In any case, Kazuhiro was itching for another match and another paycheck. He brushed his bangs from his face and slapped his cheeks; he was ready!

About fifteen minutes later he was called down to the backstage behind the ramp, and as they played his entrance music, he was met with a cacophony of boo's. It seemed he hadn't made many fans with his attitude or performance lately. Kazuhiro didn't give a fuck whether they liked him or hated him, so long as he made a strong impression. He stuck out his tongue and flipped them the bird just to show em up. He then folded his arms across his chest and continued on down toward the ring like  they weren't worth his time.

He ended up propping himself up on the corner turnbuckle and crossing his legs, kicking back like he was in his living room rather than an arena. He would proceed to examine his fingernails with great interest, even as his opponent's theme music began to play.

As Trojan's theme began to play, the crowd began to roar -- something that surprised the prince. He wasn't expecting a good reception; he had only had one other match, and he had lost. But as it was clear from the audience, apparently, he had given a good show for the crowd, and they were looking forward! A grin formed on his face as a result, and he walked out with his head held high, ducking over to each side of the entrance and giving people high-fives and signatures and whatnot. He didn't even get a chance to take in the person he was going up against; he was just too excited by the fact that he had gotten the appeal of the audience.

With that beaming grin, he jumped onto the outskirts of the ring and used the top rope as a lever to jump on in, flexing and showing off for the crowd. He was hot as fuck, that much was clear, and even if that was the only thing keeping a ton of those people there…well, the Trojan would be fine with that. He flexed for a few moments, before turning around to look at Kazuhiro. He was much smaller, but that didn't mean that he could take it easy; as Jean had shown him time and again, he was horrible when it came to submissions, and that was what smaller guys seemed to rely on.

He moved into the center of the ring, clad in his white shorts with that green stripe going along the side, before he stuck his hand out for Kazuhiro to take. Between everything going on with Jean, he hadn't seen anything about this new guy; his attitude about the handshake would surely tell him a lot.

Kazuhiro didn't take much notice of the mountain of muscle climbing into the ring opposite him, oh no, whatever was stuck under the end of his nails was currently far, far more interesting. He pretended not to notice as the Trojan marched up to greet him with a shake, taking several moments to even deign to look up. His eyes flickered from the Trojan's legs up to his midsection and finally up to his face in a single smooth motion, practically seething discontent. The way the brute bounced around the arena like he was hot shit (even if he was) despite having gotten his ass handed to him by a bleach-blonde twink in his debut just annoyed the hell out of Kazu. Kazu backhanded the extended hand away from him like it was some horribly offensive gesture.

"I don't shake with mutts" he spat with disgust as he pushed past the Trojan roughly and moved to the other side of the ring. One hand rested lazily on his waist while the other fanned a faux yawn as he got into starting positions. "Do yourself a favor and just quit after I embarrass you here. Let's not kid anyone, your career is going nowhere...."

Trojan couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow as his opponent decided to take his time even raising his head to look at him, vaguely amused by this sort of self-righteousness that the man had. When the hand was backhanded away, giving a sharp, bark of a laugh as the man told him to quit, crossing his arms and turning to look at him, not moving from his spot in the center. "How funny. You're the one underestimating me?" he asked, his lips coiled into a small smirk. "Nah. I'm not gonna quit. Give it your all, I guess I'll just have to suffer through the embarrassment." He finally moved back into his own corner, stretching out for the few moments before the bell went off.

Once the bell rang, Trojan moved forward quickly and smoothly, at first in a walk, then more of a run, stretching his arm out as if going to try and clothesline Kazuhiro's face off. But at the last second, he pulled it in, moving to go for an uppercut instead. He was hoping that, from the clothesline, Kazu would duck down -- and that would basically put him right in the line for the uppercut!

"I get it, it's just your funeral mutt" Kazuhiro shook his head, making a face of incredulity that the man even thought he had a chance still. It was so painfully obvious, why couldn't he see it? Kazu had more musculature than that washed out twink, and clearly three times the skill. This was gonna be cake.

Kazuhiro shook his head lightly as he eased out that remaining tension lingering before the match began. The bell rang out clearly and Kazuhiro sighed like he was being clearly burdened with the match. The man moved impressively well for his size, but that was all for show; Kazu already knew how this story was going to end. He swung an arm swiftly out, clearly telegraphing his move. Kazu scoffed under his breath, tch, amateur, and moved to duck under it. He was taken aback by the sudden change in attack as the Trojan aimed for a last minute upper cut.

Kazu winced and jerked himself to the side just in time for the fist to graze by his cheek. Even though he hadn't been struck head on, he could still feel the Trojan's weight and strength behind the whiff. Kazu spun on his feet, hand cupping his face with a puffy expression. "Shoulda known, mutts have teeth" he groaned sourly. He attempted to sidestep to the man's side, going for a kidney shot; maybe if he could take the man down in one hit, he'd start getting paid more?

Trojan knew that he wasn't gonna do a great job with the uppercut, but it was the best way of putting his opponent off his guard from the get-go. When the uppercut grazed past Kazuhiro's cheek, he began to move quickly to try and pull back, as if he were cancelling out of the move. It was fast enough, at least; thanks to the fact that Kazu spun a bit and decided to make a comment, Trojan was able to recover completely from his attack. He grinned at the "mutts have teeth" comment, bouncing on his toes for a moment. "Cute. Got any more jokes? Or can I go back to beating you?"

He was at least able to see the kidney shot coming, thank goodness; otherwise, that would have knocked him onto his back in a easy blow. He grabbed for Kazu's arm as it was coming at him, using it to pull him in close -- straight into his own body. That way, he would be able to grab the smaller man in a tight bearhug! Something he clearly had a good grip on; he just uses those massive tree trunk arms to try and squeeze the living daylights out of Kazu! And as soon as he managed to keep that locked in long enough, he would fall backwards, transitioning it into a modified german suplex.

Kazuhiro gritted his teeth as his kidney shot missed and his arm was grabbed, not good! He planted his feet and dragged his heels, but was pulled into the Trojan's grapple. He was crushed against a steely chest and compressed tightly, making it quite difficult to keep breathing. Kazu blinked rapidly as he squirmed, he wasn't stupid enough to think about powering himself out with such an obvious difference of physicality. No, that would be a waste of energy, which was better directed at his current efforts of jabbing his knee into the man's crotch.

Whether he got a good hit in or not, it didn't matter immediately because he was suddenly being swung through the air and then back down to the mat. He cried out in pain as his upper back and head slammed into the mat and he tumbled over onto his chest. He kicked his feet into the mat with anger as he clutched the back of his head and neck.

"Ow, ow, ow! You fucking ingrate!" he howled as he rolled away from their impact. God damn that hurt! He was gonna make that fucking ape pay for this! With fury in his eyes Kazuhiro launched to his feet and charged at the Trojan. He jumped at him like it was a street fight rather than a wrestling match and launched his forehead straight for the Trojan's face. Chin, nose, eyes, it didn't matter, he was gonna headbutt that man straight to hell!

While Kazuhiro's move did land squarely in his crotch, all it did in the immediate moment was suplex him harder and release the grip immediately afterward. He wanted to play rough, did he? Trojan groaned for a moment as he held onto his crotch, rolling a bit -- but definitely rolling away, he still had some of his wits about him. He could hear the other guy bitching in the background, but seriously, fuck him. He used the ropes to slowly get to his feet, turning around in order to see where Kazuhiro was coming from -- just in time to see the man rush him like they were in a brawl.

That hard head connected straight into Trojan's nose, and he heard a soft crunch coming from it as he yelped in pain. Blood began to drip from it, but it didn't seem to deter Trojan. No, as soon as Kazuhiro connected, Trojan wrapped his arms around the other man and squeezed, trying to keep him in close. He needed a moment to recover -- so he tried to move quickly, before Kazuhiro took advantage of what was a very clearly tender nose.

He stood up as soon as he could, before dropping Kazuhiro to his feet -- that way, he would be able to reach down and lift him up and hopefully over the ropes!

Kazuhiro grunted with joy when the top of his head busted into the Trojan's face, the sound of it alone definitely was a success. However, the damage didn't end up being enough to back the man off like he liked, instead he was grappled close again. The smaller wrestler raised his arms above his head and bent them, creating lances out of his elbows. He started to rain them down atop the man's shoulder blades. "Stay! Down! You! Ape!" he growled with every strike.

Despite those efforts, Kazuhiro was in for a rough ride. He was gripped round the waist and then suddenly thrust straight upwards and released. His arms and legs spread out and spun wildly as he arced through the air, but there was nothing to grab onto as he sailed outside the ring. He ended up landing harshly on his side, bouncing slightly upon impact, before coming to a rest on his back. His chest heaved and his hair hung messily in his face, he wasn't moving very much. If the Trojan had wanted a moment of peace from Kazuhiro's mouth, he'd certainly found it.

For once, there was quiet from his opponent. Trojan took a moment to breathe, before he grinned to himself. "What a prick." He shook his head, before waving to the audience, hearing them cheer him on. He was getting them all excited, and he found himself excited himself! He couldn't let himself lose this match, he couldn't let them all down! He moved fluidly, jumping over the top rope with a small grin still plastered on his face.

From there, he jumped off, using the lower rope as a bit of a jumping point so he would be able to land on Kazuhiro in a brutal elbow drop! This wasn't something he normally would pull out in a match, but for Kazuhiro, he felt it was necessary to keep the little prick quiet, if only for a few more moments. He was too happy with this quiet to let Kazuhiro take it back too easily!