Casimir vs William Castur

Match Type: Smother Match
Victory Condition: Victory by knockout. Falls count anywhere.

"Another day, another match." William said to himself from backstage. The bartender had performed less than stellar his previous few matches and was hoping today was the day he'd turn things around. Walking up to a mirror, William would try to pump himself up and get excited for his upcoming match. "Ok, this is the time you win. Forget the tag match, that was unfair. And Tadao caught you with a dirty trick! This time you're going to win." He mumbled to himself. His pep talk had the desired effect and got the bartender to at least walk towards the entrance with confidence.

It wasn't long before Will's music started playing. He didn't pay much attention until he caught his name being announced. The bartender then made his way from backstage and gave the crowd a quick wave. Today he was dressed in a pair of black trunks with a vertical red stripe on each leg. Still confident from his little talk to himself earlier, he would hop over the top rope and into the ring. "Ok, this time I'm gonna win!" He announced to the crowd before making his way to the corner. A lot of the audience seemed skeptical but a good amount would cheer in support. Will turned his attention to the entrance, waiting now for his opponent to come out.

William:

Casimir:

It had been a while since Casimir had been inside of the ring, but it was about damn time. He was a little depressed with the pickings -- some little kid that already lost twice? What even was the point? It was just another guaranteed match for him. Sometimes, he wondered if the people up on the top were just the sadistic types, pairing up people with one guy with no damn shot at winning. It was amusing for him, at least; he's had an undefeated streak, and it meant that he wouldn't be breaking that streak anytime soon. It was nice to hear, he liked it like this.

His music began to play, and he began to walk up to the exit. He hadn't even made his appearance yet, and the crowd was jeering loudly. Honestly, they had been this way ever since that chick he fought ages ago. Casimir loved every second of the jeering, of course, but he just found himself amused by the fact that they were so vehement against him at this point. In fact, as he was making his way down the ramp, a man leaned over the divider -- and spit on him. Of all the things, that managed to get to Casimir. He moved fluidly over to the man who spit at him and grabbed his head before sending it straight down into the metal divider with a loud CLANG. He'd probably end up in trouble for that later, but Kamo would just throw some money at it and it would go away. He had to remain intimidating; what point was an attack dog with his teeth filed down?

Casimir moved into the ring not long after, pushing the top rope up so he could step inside. Clad in just a pair of tight blue shorts that did very little to hide his manhood from the crowd, he walked over to the corner, showing off the blue ponytail that dangled down. He stuck his middle finger up to the jeering crowd, before following it up with a second one -- though his face was grinning wildly. This was going to be a fun one.

William watched as his opponent made their way from back stage. Casimir definitely knew how to get the crowd riled up and Will was impressed that he had the guts to even rough up an audience member. He figured that just wasn't allowed. The bartender felt a bit intimidated by the larger wrestler and would have much preferred to fight someone his own size. There was no backing out now though and Will wasn't about to let himself become a pushover.

Will couldn't help but chuckle as his opponent gave the audience the finger. "I guess I'm up against the crowd favorite huh?" He joked. "Well anyway hope we have a good match. The crowd want's a show so let's give it to them." He called out to Casimir. The bartender didn't really know what to expect from his foe but judging from their entrance it would be best to be careful. Will waited patiently for the bell to ring and start off their match. As soon as he heard the ding he would make his way to the center of the ring, waiting for Casimir before he would attempt to grapple with the larger wrestler.

Yes, if there was one thing that Casimir could do for certain, it was rile his crowd up. The amount of times he had shown off his heel-like tendencies for them, or had been shown doing some foul shit from time to time…well, it was definitely deserved. Hell, he had just attacked one of the audience members on television, in front of thousands of witnesses! He was definitely not one that people wanted to find in a dark alley, that much was obvious.

When Will actually decided to speak up and let out a joke, Casimir chuckled to himself. "Crowd favorite, you are. It just makes it more fun when I slowly break you into a crying mess," he remarked, as if he were talking about why the sky was blue or grass was green. It was just a fact of life for him.

Casimir moved forward as if he were going to take the man's hands to try and grapple with him, but instead, he darted to the side and grabbed the man's arm. As quick as he could, which admittedly wasn't very fast, he tried to get behind him to put William into a chicken wing hold -- and yank his head back with his free hand to put into his armpit in a headlock so he could go for a modified DDT!

William frowned at his foe's remarks. It seemed like Casimir wasn't one to keep things too friendly. Regardless, Will had his task spelled out for him. He had to keep himself from being broken, preferably by beating his opponent. "Well then..." Was all he would offer as a reply. Without exchanging any more words, the two wrestlers started the match and met up in the center of the ring.

The bartender should have known better than to trust that his opponent would play fair. Casimir wasn't particularly fast, but he had caught Will off guard. Before he could react, Casimir had grabbed his arm and wrenched it back behind him. "Aaah damn it!" Will yelled, cringing as he felt his arm being uncomfortably bent. He knew this would only be the tip of the iceberg though. Looking to prevent a follow up, Will turned slightly and would try to drive his free elbow into his foe's ribs. "Let go!" He commanded, ready to strike again if once wasn't enough.

Casimir grinned as Will was completely taken off guard by the attack. He didn't play fair practically by rule of thumb; why play fair when you could win? He cranked that arm a bit tighter as Will yelled out. "Come on, scream louder!" he replied. "The back rows didn't hear you!" But because he was so focused on taunting him, he didn't notice that the man had turned well enough to be able to land an elbow into his ribs. He grunted, his grip immediately loosening on Will's arm, and he took a step back to prevent yet another elbow.

He wasn't done yet though. He launched forward without a moment of hesitation, moving to try and spear the man to the ground! From there, he moved to try and put him into a camel clutch, trying to hoist his arms onto his knees and grab his chin to yank him up. "I'm going to make you scream before this match is over," he snarled, cranking the hold in.

"Sh...shut up!" Will yelled before slamming his elbow into Casimir's side. The bartender sighed in relief as his arm was released. He would have liked to hit his opponent again but it seemed they were smart enough to get out of his way. His eagerness to fight didn't last too long though as he quickly saw his opponent moving in and lunging at him. "Gaah! Ooof!" Will groaned as he was tackled to ground and landed on his side.

It was mere moments before Will was turned onto his stomach and felt a pair of hands clasping around his neck. The wrestler grimaced, easily able to predict what was next. "Haaah UGH!!!" Will groaned as he was bent back, his neck and back quickly starting to feel like they would snap. Casimir was making good on his promise to make Will scream, already causing the bartender to cry out as his head was cranked back. He had little choice but to claw at the mat and hope he could drag himself to the ropes and grab on.

Casimir was in a place where he was just pissed. Who the fuck was this kid? Putting him in the camel clutch was enough to satiate him for the moment, cranking it harder and harder, trying to get Will to keep screaming. But that just meant that he wasn't paying attention, and that he was giving up a lot of ground in constant attempts to redouble his efforts to crank the hold in harder; Will would find himself getting to the ropes quicker than he would have expected.

Which was when the referee came in. Casimir could feel the man tapping his shoulder, pulling, even yanking at him to pull away, but Casimir just snarled at him and tried to keep going. However, when the referee began to count to a DQ, Casimir finally stopped and rolled away from Will. "You like those ropes, don't you?" he snarled, getting to his feet and pushing the referee out of the way. "Here, I'll give you a better view."

Despite the protests from the ref, Casimir yanked Will's head up and moved it closer to the ropes, before putting his neck on the bottom one. With that, he moved to stand above Will, one leg on each side of him -- and drop down on his back. He would proceed to lounge out on Will, letting his feet stretch out onto the man's head and press him down against the rope. He wouldn't hold him for long, probably couldn't -- but he wanted to do it.

Despite the immense pain he was feeling in his back, William managed to crawl his way towards the ropes and grab on to the bottom one. The bartender expected Casimir to let go but much to his dismay, the other wrestler continued to bend and stretch him until finally the referee threatened to disqualify him. "I have the rope,let go!!!" He yelled, demanding that his opponent follow the rules. Will finally let out a sigh of relief as he was let go. If Casimir wasn't going to fully play by the rules though, Will would have to enjoy this quick break while it lasted. The bartender grabbed the bottom rope with both hands and would use it to try and push himself up, glaring back at his foe as he did so.

Will's reprieve didn't last very long. Casimir was quick to get on Will's case again, grabbing him by the head and quickly pressing his neck down onto the ropes. "I don't really like th...nnnng!" The bartender groaned, finding it harder to speak as his air was cut off. The problem only got worse when Casimir sat down on his back, both pressing Will harder against the ropes and putting the bartender in what he thought was a fairly humiliating position. "Get off of me." Will grumbled, trying his best to push himself up and Casimir off of him with one quick burst of strength. If he was able to William would quickly try to scramble to his feet. He'd hold his neck and cough for a few seconds afterwards before finally trying to get back into the match.