Fear Itself - Phobos vs. Kieran Antiva

Phobos:

Kieran Antiva:

A debut match. This was it. It's not like it was Phobos's first match ever; he's been around the circuits, playing at being an indie wrestler, just waiting for his big debut. So why were his hands shaking? Sitting in the locker room carved out of the cavern (kavern? Who even knows) in nothing but his trunks and a pair of blue boots that covered his shins, Phobos dimly realized that he was having a minor anxiety attack over the fact that this was his big break. His first time in a major federation. And there he was, barely able to catch his breath in the locker room. The announcer was already starting to blare over the speakers, though the words were barely audible over the roaring of blood in his ears and the beating of his heart in his chest.

" -- First up, it's the man who looked fear in the face and suplexed it, Phooooooobos!"

Shit.

Phobos jumped at the calling of his name. Did they not give warnings for this shit? As the beginning strains of his opening began to play over the speakers and flood the cave, Phobos leapt over the bench he had been sitting on and darted for the entrance to the ring, stopping as he got close enough and catching his breath. He gave it a couple more seconds so he could catch his breath and wipe his face of emotion, before he strolled out.

All things considered, he was an amazing actor. His face was wiped completely of the anxiety attack he had been having mere seconds prior, and he was able to keep a straight face as he made his way up to the ring. His eyes would look over to the fans who were cheering quite a bit at this point, and he looked past them. A trick he taught himself was to look at their seats, between the ones who were standing up, or look at the gaps on either side of their heads. It did a good job of keeping his aloof persona afloat, which he was grateful for. As he got to the ringside, he made his way up the stairs in the corner -- and he pulled the top rope up so he could pass himself through the gap, not bothering to look back as he made his way into his corner. Instead, even as his opponent made his entrance, he would be checking himself out, making sure he had his boots on well and checking for any blemishes on his well-toned, tanned frame, which shimmered under the bright light that illuminated the ring and the torch light that provided a bit of mood lighting.

This was it, this was Kieran's first match on the island! The manager he had been working with had warned him that the man he was going to be facing had a bit of size on him, but he wasn't worried! Fighting a guy bigger than you brought all kinds of new information to light, also helped you learn a lot and refine your own technique, which was something Kieran needed a lot of. He wasn't terrible by any means, he'd been called a natural a few times, he was just new and he knew it.

He was so excited to debut in a new league that he could barely contain himself. He was grinning and rapidly tapping his foot on the ground as he waited for the announcer to call his name.

"And debuting against him, the freshest face on the island, Kieeeeeraaaaan!"

Showtime! Kieran eagerly bounced onto the scene, proudly showing off his physique in his red lifeguard speedo. They'd had him lean into the lifeguard angle look, complete with a whistle around his neck and flotation device in hand. He loved the feeling of all the eyes on him as he stepped inside the ring, including those of his opponent! He hands his whistle and flotation thing to the referee as he bounces back and forth to limber up.

Damn, his opponent over there was a straight-up hottie! Tall, chiseled, maybe even a bit stoic? Kieran was totally digging his look with hungry eyes that didn't care who saw. He marches up to the center of the ring proudly looking around the ring at the Kavern and the torches, and then back at Phobos. He gives the man a wink and beckons him to join him in the center.

"Comeon! I only bite if I like you!" he laughs as he waits for Phobos.

A bit of size on him? As Kieran stepped out and approached the ring, Phobos got to see Kieran at his full height -- and he realized that he was practically half a foot shorter than him. Phobos was working himself up over someone who didn't even clear six feet. There was a ghost of a smile on his lips at that, shaking his head to himself as he settled into the ropes. Did it mean it would be easy? It didn't mean anything in terms of difficulty -- but Phobos at least managed to start shaking off the anxiety at realizing that he could at least use his full body weight and likely win against him. He had the height advantage.

From what he could find out, the kid was new. Not much time out there wrestling, but he still went out of his way to end up here, at the GWA Island. That was impressive. He pushed himself off of the ropes as the kid beckoned him over, his eyes flitting over to the referee for a moment, before he met him in the center. Sure, the bell hadn't gone off, but that didn't mean anything. Phobos had seen plenty of people who ignored bells and started whenever they wanted.

" . . . "

Phobos remained silent through the teasing as he walked up to Kieran, his arms crossed firmly over his chest. Watching him and waiting expectantly for him to say something, anything. Of course, as he got closer -- he was cute. Kieran. With his little lifeguard getup and those speedos that clung tight to his hips... Phobos allowed his eyes to rake over Kieran once, slowly and purposefully, as if to make sure that he saw him do it before he met his gaze with half-lidded eyes.

Kieran continues to grin as Phobos slowly approaches, gradually tilting his neck further back as he looked up and the height difference became more apparent. Phobos started to check him out just as he had done to him, so Kieran modeled for him and made a few 'casual' poses that accentuated different muscle groups and of course included a turn around for a butt shot.

"So what does it take to make you bite?" Kieran asks mischievously, though he isn't really expecting a response. He meets Phobos's half-lidded gaze with a contrasting face of excitement and energy, what a curious match-up this would be!

DING DING!

Kieran bursts into action as soon as the bell rings by darting backwards and throwing himself into the ropes. He picks up speed this way and then comes zooming back at Phobos. He's got arms raised like he wants to clothesline, but he ends up dropping and sliding, trying to take his opponent down with a slide that looks like a baseball player sliding into home base.

Of course Kieran was cocky. Phobos rolled his eyes, one of the first things he'd done during the match that wasn't actually just a part of the persona he was putting on. No, that was actually him. He couldn't help himself. Especially after the man showed himself off a bit, trying to garner even more attention -- yeah, no. It took everything he had not to betray his distaste. That's totally a turn off, he tried to explain to himself. He's not attractive now. At the comment, Phobos lowered his steely gaze onto Kieran, meeting his own as he didn't even move his head at all.

He was giving nothing away.

The bell rang, and Kieran shot off. It was mildly surprising, but Phobos wasn't taken off guard. He could have figured that the other would try and go for the first attack, and he'd let him go for it. Phobos stood his ground, about ready to grab him before he went for the clothesline -- when Kieran dropped at the last moment and slid for his legs. It was a clever move, and it hit Phobos square on. But as he fell forward, he rolled himself up and into a somersault, bouncing back up to his feet (with a nice little jiggle of his crotch; those trunks were really tight) and turned around. Once Kieran started pushing himself up to his feet, Phobos would aim for a shining wizard, straight to his face!

The jiggling did something to him that caught him off-guard for a moment. He blushed. It was very light, just a faint dusting of pink spreading across his cheeks, but it was there. He wasn't used to this outfit; this was a brand-new set of trunks, and he didn't quite get how tight they were until he started moving around in them before the match. One of the many things that set him on his mini-spiral while he was waiting for his name to be called. There was no point in ruminating now, even though it managed to draw a grin to his opponent's face.

Sadly for him, it didn't do a good enough job in distracting Kieran. The white-haired man still managed to barely dodge out of the way from the shining wizard, causing Phobos to fly over him and stumble for a moment, though he pulled himself together and stuck the landing in the end. The fact that it's been a bit and he had yet to lay hands on Kieran while the other man had already knocked him to his back. His lips curled back for a moment as Kieran rolled away, but he wasn't going to let him go just like that.

He moved forward again, rushing at him. At first, it looked like he was going for the same thing -- yet another shining wizard. But at the last moment, his leg shot up -- and aimed a boot for his chest or his back, if he was dumb enough to get up with his back to him. This time, he was expecting something similar, though, so even if Kieran fell to his ass -- he could still slam that heel into his chest and knock him out flat, following it up with a seated senton right onto his chest.

Kieran clicks his tongue in frustration as the moment he starts to get up he finds Phobos charging after him again. He doesn't think he has enough time to completely get to his feet, so he's not in a good spot. It looks like the guy is trying to do the same move again so Kieran prepares the same defense and waits for Phobos to get close enough. It's not the most graceful movement and Kieran throws himself backwards, catching himself on his elbows (and making them sting just a bit).

However Phobos wasn't going for another shining wizard, instead Kieran finds a boot to the chest that knocks him right back onto his ass with a 'thud'! He grunts as he lifts up onto his elbows once more and shakes his head out, when suddenly! -- WHAM! Phobos lands directly on his chest.

"Oughhh!" he groans as he tries to recover from the caved-in chest sensation. There was no pain just yet, but he knew it would be coming soon. He gazes up at Phobos's godlike physique and groans, okay got it, the man could hit like a freight train! Just.....give him a minute, he'll get up soon!

Probably.

Kieran falls perfectly for Phobos's trap, something that quirks his lips up lightly as he realizes it. Kieran is so focused on protecting himself for the move that Phobos had just done that he isn't prepared for the foot that slams down into his chest, knocking him down the mat completely -- and the seated senton that followed it up was perfectly done as well. Phobos would do a victory lap right then and there if it weren't for the fact that the match had barely even started at this point. Still, he allows a small bit of patting himself on the back for it.

So there he is, crotch practically pressed into Kieran's face thanks to the fact that it is so poorly covered up. Kieran could probably smell him at this point, that unique mix of sweat, musk, and a tinge of Axe that didn't do much to cover up his thoroughly masculine scent. His hand reaches down to grab him by his hair and pull him up and into his crotch for a moment, rubbing it in as a minor bit of excitement for him (seeing that snow-white hair beneath his crotch is arousing, and Kieran might feel Phobos's cock throb for a moment), before he aims to slam the back of his head down against the mat. As if to make sure the man is down for a moment, Phobos leans over, hands on the mat, once again smothering Kieran with his crotch fully, before he bucks his hips backwards -- and aims those knees straight down and into Kieran's gut.

"Thought you'd like that."

Wait. Shit. That made no sense. Did it? Phobos makes a small grimace at himself. This is why he keeps his mouth shut.

Kieran grumbles as a hand finds its way into his hair, gripping and pulling him up only to start smothering him with speedo-clad crotch. He could feel the outline of the man's bulge grinding against his face and the man's scent wafting through his nose. He couldn't quite figure out what the scent was, mostly because he couldn't think straight. He moans slightly as he looses himself in the moment, hands drifting to rest on the side of Phobos's powerful thighs.

Kieran's daydreaming sessions is abruptly cut short when his head is slammed back down to the mat and he's painfully reminded that this is a wrestling match, not fantasy island. He clicks his tongue as he grabs the back of his head with a wince, rolling over onto his side as he moves to get away. Phobos brings himself down and lays his weight across Kieran, forcing him onto his back again as the crotch covers up his face. This time he can't help but reach around and give Phobos's a good grope, groaning as the feeling of that bulge smushing his face and that ass welling up between his fingers.

Again Kieran is punished for indulging his fantasy with double-knees to the gut. He shouts hoarsely as he brings his knees up and rolls to his side while he recoils. "Y-yeah...!..*huff*...*huff*...loving it...!" he chuckles out as he tries to maintain some sense of dignity. He begins dragging himself over to the ropes to buy some recovery time.

Phobos can't help but grin widely as Kieran moans out with that crotch in his face. Phobos is glad to see that his move wasn't just self-indulgent, but manages to lower his defenses a bit. He is able to do everything that he wants, though there is an unforeseen consequence; Kieran's hand grabs for his ample ass, giving it a nice squeeze. He makes a soft noise at that, only loud enough for Kieran to hear it -- but it's definitely a pleased sound. Hopefuily, the knees that slam into his gut help keep Kieran from remembering that sound as it came out of Phobos's lips.

His attempt at trash-talk goes over well, though, even though Kieran manages to roll out from under him. He lets out a small chuckle at the comment, shaking his head to himself. Kieran is really cute, at least, and he's vocal about it too. Phobos shifts back and pushes himself to his feet as Kieran drags himself over to the ropes. It's not like he's going to give Kieran a lot of time, but he does at least take the opportunity to scope out his opponent's ass in those nice trunks.

With that, he moves forward, aiming to slam himself into a seated position on Kieran's back before he could touch the ropes. His hands would reach down to try and hook them over his knees, before he went for Kieran's chin to pull him back into a camel clutch.

Kieran is mostly recovered from the shock of that double-knee to the gut by the time he reaches the ropes, and he's ready to launch himself back into the match. He still doesn't have much of a strategy other than 'kick his ass' at this point, but he also really hasn't seen enough of Phobos to make one either. He reaches out to grab the bottom rope and draw his knees in when Phobos suddenly lands right on his back making him arch out and shout in surprise and pain.

"AHHH!"

Kieran squirms with the new large weight pinning him to the mat. He starts to push up from his chest when Phobos's hands slide under his chin and cup him. His opponent starts to pull back and create torque on his spine that feels the exact opposite of good. Kieran's face scrunches with pain as he grabs at Phobos's wrists, trying to pry them away from his face. He's not quite experienced enough to know exactly how to evade a camel clutch, but instinctively he squirms and twists trying to find the least painful position as well as break Phobos's grip on him.