Wait, what gender are they? Valérian Charbonneau vs Maija Kaniikki

It took a few seconds for Val to remember what kind of match this was. After all, he only wanted a little vengeance for the beginning of match where he had been so brutally beaten down. So, Val stopped his assault, gulped, put his hands on each side of Maija's ornate collar, and pulled them away from one another! He wanted to see that cute boy's chest, and he hoped that he wouldn't immediately get beaten up for it.

He let himself daydream just a little, about the various things he could do to this cute little thing that he had captured beneath his legs. The daydreams made him blush as he looked down at the boy he was about to relieve of his top.

With her hands in front of her face, Maija wasn't totally prepared for the collar grab, and by the time she knew what was happening, her shirt was being pulled open! Maija's automatic reaction was to gasp, while the female portion of the audience screamed even louder, before coming to an abrupt halt (well, some of them stopped). Cloth wraps held in her breasts, which were already beginning to show themselves, and soon the male portion of the audience began reflecting the women's earlier sentiments.

After the initial shock, though, Maija responded in kind, grabbing this girl's shirt at the waist, and showing everyone her-

W-what.

In an instant, things began to make sense, and things managed to get a little... strange. So, he was facing a girl. His schedule hadn't been wrong... but... well, it was still a little shocking. And then Maija began to look just as shocked when she pulled his shirt up to reveal his male chest! Now, the women in the audience had something to cheer for. The perverts in the crowd had switched sides, and it seemed they were cheering even louder now that it was revealed that they were both traps of some kind.

He smiled a tad nervously, and blushed. "S-sorry if it's not what you were expecting..." he said meekly, his cheeks crimson.

And just like that, seeing the flat chest of a meek boy and his flushed cheeks, and all that adrenaline from earlier made it's way to the forefront in an instant.

"God fucking damn," she almost growled, shooting up like a bullet and pinning Val to the mat beneath her, "this is perfect." With a voracious hunger, she locked lips with the trap boy, wrapping one hand around his head and exploring his naked torso with the other.

"W-w-what?" Val asked, the girl seeming angry at him. However, perhaps that wasn't the case as she finished her sentence and rolled them over, leaving him inches from her face. As she half-whispered, half-growled at him, he had to admit...

It was pretty hot. And it only got hotter as he was pulled into a kiss by the Finn, locking lips in a way that seemed like she would never let go. "MMM-mmmph..." he moaned, as the bulge in his pants got bigger. His chest was being passionately caressed, and well, he felt like he should try to return the favor somehow.

Valérian would attempt to pull down Maija's wraps and use three of his fingers to rub her nipples. That— that turned girls on, right? Oh god, he hoped he was doing this right.

Some fans cheered even louder at the display, a select few booed in bigoted disappointment, and many went silent in sheer confusion. As the two, seemingly multi-gendered wrestlers rolled and stripped on the mat, it was difficult to tell who was what anymore. But it was still pretty hot.

Maija moaned into the kisss grinding her hips against her… partner's, and squealing a bit in joy as she could feel his little buddy poking through his shorts. Her eyes even started to water as he played with her nipples, sighing pleasurably. But all good things must come to an end, and eventually she broke the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting their lips as she slowly opened glassy eyes. "I'm sorry, sweetie, she cooed as she stood up and pulled her opponent up by his waist, "but we're still competing." She grabbed his arm and threw him into a corner with an Irish whip!

Valérian was enjoying it a lot. He was moaning and groaning in adorable expressions of pleasure, that bulge ever growing. He was blushing scarlet, grinding his hips against his newfound lover's, rubbing her petite nipples.

But he still found the kiss broken off. Oh god, had he messed up? What had he... uh oh. Val was pulled up, and, before he could escape the grasp of the little Finn, he was flung towards the corner, slamming into the post and slumping a bit. His back was towards Maija. "N-not nice..."

She had the momentum again, charging forward and ready to follow up on her offensive, but Maija came to a when she heard Valérian. "N-nice? I… hey, hold up," she chirped, placing a hand on his shoulder. She really did want to be nice, he was so cute and shy, but that's not what they were here for, and it's not like his next opponent would be any nicer. "Don't you guilt me! That's not nice!" She spun him around and gave him a little slap to the face. "You said you were excited to wrestle, now did you mean it or not?"

Maija made a good point, and punctuated her point with a slap to his cheek, making him wince. Well, he did want to wrestle... so, he regained composure, sucked up his pride, and slapped Maija, hard, across the face!

The move attracted a few boos from the crowd. He felt bad, too. Hitting a girl was... fine, he guessed, but slapping her just seemed mean. Hey, it was wrestling. They couldn't boo him just for fighting. Nonetheless, he said "sorry" under his breath.

The slap got some boos from the crowd, but it only fired up Maija even more. "That's more like it!" she said with a smile, before stepping back and throwing another kick for his stomach. Assuming that worked and kept him leaning on the ropes, she'd grab him by the waist and pull on his shorts, lifting his lower body to gain some leverage. "Now let's see what we have he-… woah. You know we're not supposed to bring weapons to this one, right?" she teased with a blush.