Two Geek Jobbers Walk into a Bar…

Raiden had already planned things several moves ahead; he practically knew what Dave would say before he said it! He responded to Dave's question with a wide smirk, moving forward. "Of course I'm not going to kill you!" he replied. "No, I'm going to play around with you."

With that, he darted forward, his hand grabbing for the cloth and moved to shove it up against Dave's face. Not a lot of chloroform on it, but it was enough to ensure that the match would be completely and utterly one-sided.

Dave wasn't prepared for the sudden dash. That was his normal tactic, while Raiden usually held back. Not this time apparently, as he dashed forward and placed the rag over Dave's mouth and nose.

MMPH!?" Dave yelled under the cloth while he was shoved into the corner post. He didn't even have time to hold his breath, and the chloroform worked it's way quickly through his system. Already he could feel his strength ebbing away, and his arms fell limp in front on him, his eyes glassy and wide.

Dave would see a different side of Raiden during this match -- a type of person Raiden might be if he were a heel. He smirked as he managed to put the cloth over Dave's mouth and nose, getting him to start feeling limp, his strength already fading -- so he yanked the cloth away. He didn't want to knock Dave out quite yet.

Though it was a bit unfair, so he reached back and tugged out the key -- and unlocked the handcuffs. "Here, we'll just make this a regular handcuffs match, hm?" he asked, taking them off -- and bringing them over to the corner, handcuffing one side to the top rope. "Handcuff me, I'll let you go. If I can KO you first, though…" He smirked, moving forward -- and tried to spear him to the mat!

"Unf." Dave grunted, with the cloth still pressed against his face, taking a full breath of the sweet smelling drug. Suddenly though, the cloth was removed, leaving Dave gasping for the cool air running through the gym, He hung off the ropes, mouth hanging open with heavy pants while Raiden declared his terms of the match. Nodding slowly, the american got to his feet, legs shaking slightly, only to be speared to the mat. The impact sent his world spinning, and given his little strength, it was clear how this was going to go.

Raiden might have felt bad if he didn't find it sexy as hell. It was the first time that he'd been on the opposite side of a squash match, and he could see why all the heels loved to do it so much. He shifted a bit as he managed to send Dave down to the mat, shifting to shove his arms up -- and kiss him deeply.

It was in that kiss that Dave would be able to tell that his idea was a rousing success for Raiden; he loved it. He pressed his lips against Dave's and just went for it, working as hard as he could before sitting up once more. Back to the fantasy now that he was able to kiss him. He turned the two of them over before he wrapped his legs around Dave's waist -- and squeeze him tightly in a nice bodyscissor!

Dave surrendered to his conqueror, feeling Raiden kiss him deeply, even offering no resistance when Raiden's tongue snaked into his slack mouth to play with his own. The kiss lasted quite a while before he felt himself being sat up and two toned legs wrapping around his waist. The vice like grip clamped down, causing Dave's body to jerk forward with each squeeze of the legs.

This whole ordeal was like heaven for Dave. The submissive jobber was just finding the whole thing a huge turn on, and was glad that Raiden enjoyed this as much as he did.

"UNH! No.....ungh! please....." he groaned, showing his submissive nature once more.

Raiden could tell that Dave was enjoying it too -- having been given no resistance to the kiss, he could tell Dave was enjoying it. The fact that he got to play around with Dave a bit -- well, that was just an added bonus! He tightened his grip on Dave's legs, those thick thighs clamping down on his sides, keeping him exactly where he wanted him.

"No? Yes, I think you mean. More." With that, he cranked the hold on as tight as he could, before finally letting him go, dropping him to the side. Leaving Dave on his back, he would stand up, moving to put his feet on Dave's thighs and twine his ankles around his own calves -- before grabbing for his arms and trying to roll back into a ceiling hold!

"AHHHH!" Dave cried out, feeling the hold transition into a ceiling hold. Even through the costume, his erection was clearly visible. The hold stretched his body, not causing him too much pain, but enough to keep him weak.

"Ngn!"he grunted, breathing heavily, "No......"

Raiden couldn't help but laugh lightly as Dave cried out, keeping him in that hold nice and firm. He yanked back on Dave's arms a bit, cranking the hold a bit more. "What's wrong, Nightwing? Feel like you wanna give up?" he remarked.

He wasn't done with the ceiling hold yet. He reached up -- and clamped his hands on Dave's chin, yanking back so Dave would be forced to look at him, and feel the pain all the more as a result!

"ARHHH!!!" Dave cried, feeling his spine stretching from the hold. Man Raiden was getting into this villain thing more than Dave had thought. The hold cranked up in pain when Raiden changed the placement of his hands, grabbing his chin and yanking him down to look at the mismatched eyes.

"You.....won't..win..." he murmured, his speech slurred by the effects of the drug.