Enchained Debut! The Trojan vs. Jean Richards

Of course, there was something about Jean's headscissor, the way he grinned down at him, that got him to grin and perhaps even turned him on a bit. He wouldn't mind getting into that headscissor later on, giving him a nice blow job… But he had to focus on the task at hand. Besides, he had a trick up his sleeve when it came to those handcuffs, wherever they were.

The jolt was perfect, and exactly what he needed. After slamming Jean back down onto the mat, he was, in fact, going to move to straddle him -- but Jean saw it coming, and managed to propel himself away just in time. He watched him do that backwards somersault with a quirked eyebrow, getting up to his own knees and clapping for a moment, a genuinely pleased grin on his face. "Ah, I knew this would be a fun match from the moment I saw you!" he remarked, slowly getting to his feet.

He watched him jump into the ropes, staying right in the way of his attack; he knew exactly what he would do if Jean jumped at him, and he would be able to get the upper hand from it too. But Jean changed it up at the last second, and the Trojan was nowhere near fast enough to get away in time; he was knocked to the ground easily, giving a sharp groan. Of course, the groan as a tiny bit exaggerated; he could get back up to his feet if he wanted to, but it was better to make Jean come to him. So he laid there, acting like he was stunned, steeling himself for Jean's next move.

When Jean toppled the taller wrestler to the ground, he let out a short cheer that resounded well with the crowd. Ever the eager one to push his advantage when he had one, Jean clambored to his feet, took maybe two steps, and then jumped for an elbow drop to the man's gut. If the man saw him coming, he'd likely have tensed that muscle group up to protect himself, which would keep his other limbs preoccupied.

"Just make sure you don't blink and miss the whole thing!"

Now laying anti-parallel to the Trojan, Jean slid towards his true objective and reached for the man's ankle. He would try to maneuver the leg onto his side so he could bend the leg and try to apply a seated anklelock. It had reduced power compared to it's standing version, but anything that wore down a stronger opponent was a good idea in his book.

The Trojan saw it coming, sure, but it seemed too…easy. The guy who just did the slide wouldn't have done that just for an elbow drop. He didn't tense up for it, as a result -- just knowing it would happen should be enough. It forced a gasp, groaning a bit from the blow. Shit, that was still painful, though! He shifted for a moment, but he was still ready for the full attack.

When he grabbed for that ankle, the Trojan attacked. He shifted that ankle away from Jean's grip -- and shifted his legs up, moving to try and put Jean into a headscissor of his own with a small grin. If successful, he would try and stand up, keeping Jean in the headscissor. He would only let go of Jean in order to pick him up so he would piledrive him into the mat!

"I could tell you the same thing, sexy."

Jean had just begun to fumble with the Trojan's leg when it suddenly swung away from his grasp. Not quite sure what was happening, he began to roll away but became trapped when the man's ankles locked around his head. Bad news. Jean pulled outwards on the man's ankles as he tried to twist his head to the sides to get free.

The Trojan had other ideas though, he kept his ankles together as he stood. He reached down and grabbed Jean round the waist, lifting him precariously into the air like he was a feather pillowcase. Jean braced his arms on the man's thighs as he stared at the ground, the blood rushing to his head as he was held upside down. Even more bad news. Jean kicked his legs out and tried to headscissors the man so he could hurricanrana him or something, but then the Trojan's feet dropped out and his brain splashed into the mat.

Jean flopped down onto his chest as he clutched at the front of his head, wincing at the pain rolling down his neck into his back. He thought he was doing well, his speed seemed to outmatch the Trojan and he was confident in his own technical skills. However, one big power move like the piledriver and his whole rhythm was sent to a crashing halt.

"So you don't skip arm or leg day..." Jean muttered to himself as he crawled away from his opponent, bracing himself on his hands and knees.

The Trojan found himself on the upward trend in the match, finally. Jean was trying his best to reverse the piledriver, but he was determined; he needed to at least get a few good blows in, if anything! He grinned a bit down at Jean as dropped him onto the mat, before grabbing for him and trying to pick him up again.

"Well, can't let one get better than the other. Don't worry, I also make sure to do back day." He moved to lift Jean up onto his shoulders in a torture rack, with one hand stroking along his legs, ghosting over his crotch. He gave a small grin if it landed, moving to crank that hold on.

Already, he was having a lot of fun with this match; so long as he managed to get Jean in that torture rack, he would move, trying to go over to one of the corners in order to try and see if the handcuffs were there! It was about time to get them into play, no?

Jean was "helped" back to his feet by a fist clutching at his short hair, eliciting a small groan as his brain protested the sudden head rush. He was lifted up and over the man's shoulders and cranked out in a powerful torture rack, causing him to flail his arms and legs. He could feel the man's roaming hands but his mind had priorities other than scolding him, most importantly trying to escape the hold!

"Really? And here I was thinking you were just...nggg....lumpy" Jean joked as he tried to keep his spirits high. The Trojan walked around like he was carrying nothing more than a backpack with Jean across his shoulders, creating a stark contrast in the minds of the crowd. Fan favoritism during a match was very fickle, it ebbed and flowed as they saw things that impressed them. Even if you ended up winning a match, if the crowd didn't like you, it still felt like a loss.

Thus, it was important that Jean remain level-headed, just breathe and think his way out of this. His peripheral vision alerted him to the approaching ropes, and he had flashbacks of the last time he was thrown clear of the ring. It wasn't pretty...

Jean looped his right arm under the Trojan's chin and tried to hook the ropes with the dorsum of his foot. It was definitely a double-edged move, it would hurt like a bitch, but if he could pull himself at all, he might be able to create a choking effect, and that effect might be enough to get himself released.

Lumpy? The Trojan laughed at the joke, giving a grin to the audience as he cranked it on a bit more in response to the joke, even though he did find it actually a good comeback. "And here I thought you were just a pretty face. Glad to see we were both disappointed." He wanted nothing more than to give him a kiss, but he had more things on his mind. That stuff would come later.

He peered into the mats at the turnbuckle, frowning a bit as he couldn't find the handcuffs. Giving a small huff in upset, he shifted, trying to move back to go at one of the other corners. But he fucked himself up. Jean had hooked his foot on the rope and gotten that arm around his neck, so when he moved away -- he was choked roughly, tripping himself up a bit and landing on his back.

Of course, it would just result in Jean also getting pretty badly hurt as his body was yanked between the Trojan and the rope, but it was an impressive move nevertheless. Trojan would have let out a soft laugh, grinning at the ceiling as he tried to recover. He liked this match, and he liked Jean as well.

Jean's fall to the ground was not pretty; with his leg tangled up in the rope, he swung around and slammed the side of his face into the mat, which then gave his body more momentum to have his legs swing down. Even so Jean breathed a sigh of relief now that he was free, though he wasn't naive enough to believe he had injured the Trojan.

Jean blinked rapidly as he held his breath to slow his heartbeat, forcing himself to get up before his opponent did. He bought time while the Trojan was getting up by stalking around to his blindsides, waiting for the man to get kneeling before he struck. Jean ran at the man's back and threw his weight into a shoulder tackle, hoping that he had enough force to unbalance and topple him.

Luckily, Trojan hadn't been too hurt from the attack; an aching back and neck was all. He shifted a bit, moving to roll away from the corner before Jean recovered; he wasn't sure if his opponent had been hurt worse than him, so it was better to just get away from the situation. This was the best wrestling he had ever done, though it wasn't much of a surprise.

Jean managed to get up before him, and he could practically feel him pacing around, trying to catch him off guard; he didn't need to be able to see, he could feel the vibrations to know it was happening. There was only one shot at this.

Trojan shifted slowly, standing up so he was facing the turnbuckle. It was a gamble, knowing how Jean was able to switch up his gear last time, and how Jean was significantly faster than he was. He waited for those rumbles of the mat -- before trying to collapse down into a ball, so Jean would trip over him and land straight in the corner!

By the time Trojan drops down, Jean has already thrown himself into the air. Jean comes to a violent stop like a bug on a windshield as he smashes into the man's curled up back, a much more stable position than on hands and knees. He falls back onto his ass momentarily fazed, but shakes his head out and scrambles to his knees. He has a mission to accomplish!

Jean jabs his skinny knee into Trojan's back and swings his hands around to bell-clap the man's head. Once he's stunned, Jean reaches for the man's chin and cranks his head back for a chinlock. "Normally this is the time I'd reserve for telling a man to tap out, but since you can't lose that way, feel free to suffer in silent agony" Jean grinned as he yanked on Trojan's neck.