A First for Everything! Shiro vs. Valérian Smother Match

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Shiro's second match, and he was getting a hell of a great set up for a fun career at the AFW. First a King's Throne match, and now a smother match? Honestly, he was lucking out big time! He gave a small laugh to himself as he pulled himself up from his seat in the locker room and made his way to the ramp, his entrance music beginning to play -- the strains of 2NE1 already beginning to hype the crowd up. And down Shiro came, clacking down the ramp in his heels, thong barely keeping anything together, all of which strangely matched with the jacket he had on that only managed to cover his arms and, in fact, needed to be latched on across his chest. He blew kisses to the audience, even going so far as to walk up to one lucky person and make out with them, moving their hand down his nearly naked body towards his crotch. And before he even got the hand there, he pulled away, finishing his walk to the ring.

He pulled himself up into the squared circle, flashing the red bottom of those heels as he bent over and went between the second and third ropes, into the ring itself. He walked around in it, riling the crowd up some more, before he began to undo those heels -- and toss them into the crowd for some lucky person to take home. With that, he waited for his opponent's entrance to begin.

Shiro was taller than him. That's fine. Heavier. To be expected. If all of this stuff was normal for another male wrestler in his organization, why, God, why was Valérian so damn nervous? Well, it could be that he was most likely about to have his face sat on until he passed out. That was probably it. But he had a crowd to appease, and a paycheck to get... and maybe it would be fun, who knows?

So little Val calmed himself down, and emerged from backstage with a smile for the crowd, who he waved to. Some people seemed confused— they could have sworn that they were going to a male vs male match... But Val was used to this. He knew he was a trap. In fact, he was kind of proud of it. It was always cute when people mistook him for a girl. But as he stopped looking at the crowd, and started looking ahead... dear god. Shiro was big and scary, and dressed for sex. And his ass was divine!

The Saint-Pierrais climbed into the ring, dressed in simple black and white, and squared off with Shiro. God, he was... big. The trap looked up at the bigger man, and gulped. "Uh, m-may the best— the best man w-win, no?" he asked, laughing nervously to cover up his anxiety. It didn't work.

As Valérian walked down the ramp and climbed into the room, the anxiety from the other guy was apparent. Almost painfully so. Shiro found himself smiling at him. "You look really cute in that!" he said, before moving down and sweeping Val off his feet in a hug. It was a moment where everyone froze, and even the referee took a step forward to try and pry them apart, before realization dawned -- he was giving the guy a genuine hug, not trying to attack him before the match even started. The referee stepped forward to tap Shiro on the shoulder lightly to tell him to let the guy down, giving Shiro a soft yelp of surprise and a bundle of apologies for both Val and for the ref. Needless to say, the referee was confused; this guy was nothing like the person who had gone against Johnny Million.

Shiro smiled a bit more at Valérian. "Y'know, you'd look really cute in a nice pair of heels, and maybe…ah, I'm sorry! I'm letting myself get carried away!" He laughed lightly, a soft tinkling sound. "May the best man win, cutie~! I won't be going easy on you, just so you don't get too excited. A match is a match, no matter how cute your opponent is!"

"...thanks." Valérian said, looking down at his clothing before gasping and covering his face as he was scooped up. He had heard scary things about his opponent, and expected a bearhug, or a powerbomb... but none came. It seemed that Shiro was just... hugging him. Sincerely. Well, Val didn't want to be rude, so he sheepishly returned the hug, prompting some "awws" from the audience. Shiro was just happy to meet him, apparently! Val was set back on his feet and given a whole bunch of apologies, which he accepted in disbelief. "Do... do not worry about it!" he said, blushing and shaking his head.

And now Shiro, the big scary heel, was giving him fashion tips. What. But the tall man made a point... maybe he would look good in heels. He looked at his bare feet for a little bit. "You think that I would?" he asked, tentatively. "I am not sure..." he continued, before Shiro got back on track. "Oh, uh, c'est bon. Je— I will not go easy either, eheheh!" Valérian said, before retreating back to his corner. Hopefully Shiro wouldn't act like that during the match, because if he did, the little Saint-Pierrais would be incredibly flustered. Well, more incredibly flustered than usual.

"Oh, I'm sure of it! We should go out some day, I'd be glad to help you pick out some nice heels and a cute outfit to go with your ensemble~," Shiro commented, standing tall in his own bare feet and wearing little else than a jacket that somehow revealed more than it hid, and a thong that just barely managed to hide the goods. "Oh, and look at that! You speak French too, how cute~!" Of course, he had no clue what the boy was saying in French, English and Japanese were the only two languages he knew, but it was still adorable to see him stammer out in French before he realized that he was in the wrong language! Honestly, Val was just too cute to Shiro.

But that didn't change a thing. Once they both backed up into their corners, the bell rang, and things were different from then on. The way he looked at Val was the same, but if Val was looking at his face for a shift in demeanor, he'd just be caught staring. No, Shiro moved out of the corner fluidly, still with that same smile across his face. But he reached out to grab for the french boy and yank him into the center of the ring and into his arms. But this time, rather than give him a regular old, sincere hug, he pulled him in tight for a bearhug -- before moving to slam him down onto his knee, crotch first!

"Maybe... I like my outfits that I have, though, but maybe you have better ideas..." he said, smiling nervously, still on edge. He was nervous about Shiro— he felt like Shiro could turn around and beat him to a pulp at any moment. But for now, he would try to stay on the bigger man's good side.

The bell finally rang, and Valérian finally stopped shaking. He nervously advanced, looking for weaknesses to exploit, before Shiro slunk forward. The bigger man was so fast, and kind of hypnotizing... so much, in fact, that Val was caught looking! Another hug followed, but one of a far more sinister fashion. The Saint-Pierrais was lifted up into a bearhug, hurting his spine, but then a far worse pain came. He was lifted up... "AAAGH!" he screamed, before he was slammed down, balls-first, onto Shiro's knee!

Val's pupils retracted, his face turned pale, and he felt like he wanted to throw up. His hands shielded his crotch as he bit his lip and let out a low "oww...", in a noticeably higher tone. Tears began welling in his eyes. "Ah... mon dieu..." he whispered. He had never been hit in the crotch, at least that hard, in his life, and he wasn't enjoying it. It hadn't taken long to make him an immobilized little toy for Shiro to beat up...

Shiro grinned as Valérian began to scream and react to the low blow, which even the referee was too stunned by to stop. Shiro leaned in, letting his breath tickle the smaller man's ear. "Like I said, I'm not holding any punches~," he murmured into the frenchman's ear, kissing his cheek lightly before he let him go, watching him fall onto the mat. He looked down at Val, giving a small giggle at the boy as he shielded his crotch and began to tear up. Poor guy had probably never been hit in the balls before. Well, there was a first time for everything, clearly! Shiro moved down to grab Val's arm roughly and tug him back up before trying to put the guy over his leg in a backbreaker!

It would apply pressure to the center of his back and make it harder for Val to hold onto his crotch, which would hopefully mean that Val would let go after a few moments. If he did, Shiro would reach down to cup and knead into his crotch while he used his other hand to push down and apply more and more pressure on the square of his back. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain, in a way that Val probably hadn't seen before, especially since he was still dealing with the low blow. As if to make sure Val didn't forget, Shiro even took a moment to squeeze his crotch for a few moments, twisting it before he pushed the boy off his knee.

"Geheh... mneh..." Val's breaths were pale, and labored. His stomach felt just terrible, and he was in horrible pain. But it wasn't over for the jobber. "Non, s'il vous plaît, no more..." he moaned, dragged over to Shiro, and gasping as he was put over his knee! He looked up at Shiro with pleading eyes, before his inflexible form was bent in a way that it wasn't supposed to be.

"OWowowowo!" he yelled as he was bent over Shiro's knee... but then, Shiro decided to add a sexual element to his hold, and began groping his injured junk! "Ahmn... nnnaagh!" Valérian was making all sorts of interesting sounds, probably to Shiro's delight. Against his will, the Saint-Pierrais was getting an erection, his 8 inches slowly rising in his shorts, pitching a tent! "GHHH!" Val groaned, his crotch squeezed before being cast aside.

The already battered little man attempted to get up, his cheeks a sort of magenta in tone, already feeling exhausted... and the match had only been going on for a minute or two!

"No more? But we just got started~!" Shiro exclaimed, grinning for a moment down at him even though he was begging to let him go, to just make things end. But that wasn't how Shiro played. What was the point of getting in the ring if he wasn't going to have fun with it? Speaking of fun, before he knew it, Val was beginning to grow harder and harder in his shorts, causing Shiro to make a small noise of amusement. "Would you look at that~! You're a big boy after all, cutie~!" he pointed out as he started to stand after letting him go. He reached down to grab Val by his arm, pulling him up and tossing him into the corner with a small grunt!

He moved forward, his hips swaying back and forth. If Val wasn't sitting down in the corner, Shiro would approach him and go for an uppercut to his stomach, letting him slump down to the floor, before winding back and rushing forward in a bronco buster! If Val fell into a sitting position when Shiro tossed him, he would just go straight for the latter. He bucked his hips into Val a few times, grinding that black thong that barely held him back against the other man's face. "I'm pretty big myself, see~?"

Val was finally starting to get up onto his feet when Shiro started back up. The poor trap whimpered as he was grabbed, and thrown into the corner! To Shiro's dismay, he didn't slump down, but the bigger man quickly fixed that with an uppercut, straight into his stomach! If Valérian hadn't wanted to vomit before (he did), he sure did now. The poor thing was green in the face as he slid down the post, onto his petite butt.

He was given next to no time to recover, either, because his opponent rush forwards and slammed his crotch into his face! "Guhuhh— mmpph— nnn!" Muffled sounds of protest were all Val could muster as his face was ground against, and his erection reached full mast, threatening to break out of his little shorts. Sometimes, he wished he didn't get those... this was one of those times. His face was beet red, and his shame was giant as he tried without much success to push his conqueror away.