Double Debut Yaoi Extravaganza! - Snowy Adams Vs. Rev Citrine!

Match Type: Standard Match.
Victory Condition Parameters: Pinfall, Verbal Submission or K.O.
Addendum: Hentai Allowed.

"About goddamn time." Came a voice in the backstage, A new voice to the hallowed halls of Tension with a playful smile on his face... It had been a long road to Kyoto with many trials, tribulations and a surprisingly convoluted process of moving over from Canada to Japan but, it was worth it as the pale newcomer looked over himself in a mirror and admiring the view he presented, this newcomer was quite pleased to finally show himself to the deprived masses of the Tension audiences, people who were in need of a new fresh face to soak up their love and admiration!... "Stunning as always." The speedo-clad twink said as he shot finger guns at his reflection with a cheekily smug smile, having had enough flexing and posing before the mirror for one evening, deciding that it was time for this Ghost to make himself known to the AFW Crowd in what in his mind, should be glorious display of his wrestling ability.

Walking casually over to the gorilla position and taking a deep breath, This Halifax native was going to make his debut something to remember... "Positive thoughts, Gerald, It's time to kick some ass." He said to himself with a deep breath as he awaited his entrance music to set the mood for tonight's match-up, a soft sensual smile on his face as he licked his lips and heard those soft, eerie retro Synths introduce him.

18 Carrot Affair - Back To Front:

With the dimming of the lights and the appropriate shenanigans in regard to the spot-lights attached to the titantron that loomed overhead, the Canadian's entrance music began and well... It was an unusual theme for the AFW faithful to hear, as it wasn't a hype-inducing and hard sounding rock song, a peppy uplifting tune or anything really full of energy... It was a slow repetitive synth beat with a simple hook that was mesmerizing if not a bit eerie and somewhat sensual with a bit of a VHS quality flair that added to its odd mystique...
It was also a hold-over from Snowy's days in the Canadian Indie scene... Something he would prefer to stay in the past...

Snowy Reveals himself!:

With a gentle darkness enveloping the arena and low eerie mists pouring out of the Gorilla Position, topped off with a cheeky VHS Filter playing over the Titantron to help give the vibe of an odd haunting, Finally he appeared. "Ready for a Haunting, Kyoto~?" Came the Canadian twink as he strutted down the walk-way, shaking his hips to emphasize his sensual theme as he made his way to the ring, clad in simply a white speedo and an opened white shirt, opened for ease of removal.

"Casual mood tonight, I'm really digging this." The Canuck said as he made his way to the ring slowly, climbing in with a lackadaisical pace and throwing his short onto the turnbuckle, finishing his entrance off with the blow of a kiss at the crowd, that seemed to mostly accept him as they gave him a mostly warm welcome... if not a bit confused.

Finally, leaning back against the ropes, the Speed-clad twink took a deep breath and smiled as he awaited his foe, looking forward to making this big guy moan.

"..." After the twink was done and ready, the eery music and atmosphere almost immediately gave way to something more...colorful. Dots paints in pinks, oranges, reds, and purples began to circle around the stadium as though lit by a disco ball while the ring and walkway leading up to it was shone with a pastel yellow hue, and music that could best be described as peppy rang out.

Yorushika- Say It:

A man, and quite the remarkably large specimen at that, began to walk down the walkway slowly. His calm yet confident smile, fully aware of the eyes on his almost completely exposed upper body, and it was only when he was in the ring that he actually took the time to face the audience, flexing his massive biceps for the audience's viewing pleasure. He soaked in the hoots and hollers and whistles from the audience, his small grin slowly but surely becoming larger from the praise his physique was being given.

From the top of his pink hair to the bottom of his bright orange pants, there were some minor splotches of what appeared to be dried plaster.

Rev's Appearance:

Done with showing off, he turned around to his opponent. And upon seeing the small twink of a man whom it was decided he'd face off for his first time here, his grin became quite the bit more vicious pounding his fist into the palm of this hand and cracking his neck.

Oh. This was going to be fun. Not often I get to break a complete stranger. With these thoughts in mind, he leaned back into his own corner, waiting for the bell to ring so he could get his hands on his opponent.

Hrm, Initial thoughts on this guy...

"Big, Big and muscular. Hot." Snowy mumbled to himself as he saw the newcomer approach, appreciating the vibe his theme went for and finding the pink-haired interloper quite to his liking, the smaller Canadian wrestler whistling to himself with a mild air of being both impressed and disinterested as he walked over to his opponent, smug look upon Fitzgerald's face.

"Hiya big guy~?" Snowy said as he walked over to his foe with his mind overrun with ideas on how to demolish this beef cake in a fun and sensual manner, maintaining that self-satisfied smirk as he sized himself up with the Greek artist, taking note of his clothes stained white with what he could best guess was either cement or plaster, one or the other that he really didn't care for. "I hope you don't mind getting your ass kicked by the likes of myself, the most splendid spectral entity you'll ever come across in your life~" Snowy went along, foppishly pointing to himself as he boasted about his greatness, the look of conceited self-satisfaction still plastered across the speedo-clad twink's adorable face.

Yep, that will definitely get him over with the crowd!

What a cocky little bastard. He couldn't help but tilt his head and give a silly grin as his opponent drew near to him. It was funny, seeing someone who was well over a foot shorter than him act like he had any kind of chance, something Rev made very clear when he reached out and ruffled the young man's hair like he were a child, a patronizingly gentle smile on his lips as he did so.

Regardless of it all, he was certainly attractive, and the damn near see through white "speedo" was...appreciated. It was going to be fun, playing with his new toy. He only hoped he wouldn't cry too much once it was all over.

The bell rang, and Rev, wearing that same gentle smile, attempted to get a cheap shot in to start the match off strong. Rearing his hand back, he attempted to open palm slap Adams directly across the face in hopes of catching him off guard and knocking him down.