An apple a day- Comet vs Commander Apples!

[SubtleRoar]

*Excited and ebullient about his quickly approaching exhibition bout, Comet had been looking forward to this skirmish for quite some time now- He had received word that a peculiar twink wanted a piece of him in the ring, someone with the moniker of "Commander Apples", and given that the wrestling universe was all about quirky gimmicks, he decided to indulge.* "Well, what's the worst that could happen right?" *He figured, unable to detect anything that was outright odd or unnatural about this prospective foe, besides his propensity for dressing in an unusual manner. Then again, given their occupation, sometimes the most unflattering outfits can be given new life by someone with enough charisma to wear them with pride. Fortunately, this bout was just a casual exhibition match- Nothing to lose, and nothing really to gain, outside of bragging rights over your competition of course.*

*As he gussied himself up for the evening ahead of him, Comet did one final onceover to make doubly sure he hadn't missed anything- Sleek thighs visible to everyone? Check. Muscularity on display but not too overbearing? Check. Mask covering a decent portion of his face, but leaving enough room for his pearly whites? Check. After his vanity list was complete, he skipped out of the locker room, giving casual nods to everyone surrounding the immediate area before appearing into the public eye!*

"Great to see you guys too!" *He said in a chipper voice, giving the audience a huge wave while approaching the outskirts of the ring, leaping onto the ring apron before soaring over the highest rope.* "Can't wait to get this started!" *His infectious energy was enough to get the crowd worked up into a frenzy, inevitably leading to him taking a knee and gesturing towards the sky as his theme began to die down.*

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Milo was particularly excited for his upcoming exhibition match, both because it was his debut as a LAW wrestler, and because the person he was up against was none other than the Cobalt Comet! ...Or "Cobalt Cock", as he jokingly calls him due to the fact that Comet's had a hard-on in most of the promotional images he's seen of his previous matches... as well as the noticeable bulge he often finds while watching said matches. He doesn't see anything wrong with it, mind you. In fact, he admits he would've probably been the same in his situation. Wrestling is quite a touch-heavy sport, after all... specially when he's around~

Thankfully for Milo, however, his outfit wasn't exactly complex, nor was it all that difficult to put on. Just in case, however, he made sure he had already put everything on. This wasn't a hentai match, so he'd most likely get disqualified for showing up with his cock hanging out:

"Shorts? Check. Military Beret? Check. Gloves? Check... why do I feel like I'm- Oh right, the choker!" He says to himself, looking around his locker to try and find his missing choker... which he did! "There you are!" He said, before putting the choker on and looking at himself in the mirror. Taking a moment to practice a few seductive poses before the time came for him to walk over to the ring, High-fiving some of the people near the locker-room before confidently walking over.

Once he was visible to the audience, his entrance music began playing. The confident twink skipping to the beat of the song while pointing finger-guns at a few members of the audience before climbing over the top rope and making his way over to the center of the ring, in which he'd blow a kiss to the audience, causing the audience to go absolutely wild!

He'd then turn to look at his opponent, looking him up and down for a moment before talking to him: "So... Yer the Cobalt Comet, eh? Not gonna lie, yer a lot hotter in person~!" He remarks, walking closer to his opponent before seductively cupping his chin with his fingers. "Hope you don't mind if I get a little rough with you, big boy~" He says, licking his lips like a lustful snake before taking a few steps back to give Comet some space, the crowd cheering and whistling as Milo shows off just how seductive and bold he can be.

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*After Stretching his hands towards the sky to limber himself up, Comet readjusted his sights towards the walk ramp, eager to get acquainted with his foe. As his theme blasted throughout the stadium, he immediately found himself nodding along to the extremely catchy theme along with the audience before his opposition finally made his public appearance- His unique ensemble was quite idiosyncratic, the primary colors crisscrossing into a pleasing blend that had a distinct pop to it.*

"Man, I'm almost jealous of his attire...almost~" *Trying to shuffle between his feet to conjure up a sliver of momentum, his eyes never trailed away from the supple, auburn haired crackerjack sashaying towards the arena. Once he slipped in between the ropes, it seemed he was far from finished, grandstanding before finally focusing his attention on the majestic meteorite himself. His playful banter was enough to coax out a gentle blush, but he remained resilient in the face of such flirtatious advances.*

"I try to stay in shape, both to contend with people such as yourself and to keep my fans attracted to their star~" *He waved, wiggling his posterior to try and throw the commander off guard.* "Don't think I'm opposed to launching this at you, either." *However, before he could continue with his sultry mockery, the bell sounded, indicating the match had finally commenced.*

"Unfortunately for you however, my backside is only utilized in special instances, so instead~" *Comet proclaimed, gradually charging forward before launching his midsection towards the unsuspecting beguiler for a body splash!* "You can get a closer look at my washboard abs!"

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Milo smirked playfully at Comet's sultry mockery and surprisingly adorable butt-wiggle, the attempt at mocking him only giving the smug commander ammunition to fire back a sensual advance of his own... That being said, however, his response would have to wait, for the bell suddenly sounded, and the match had already started.

Noticing that his opponent was already charging towards him, Milo would try to swiftly move to the left before Comet could slam his washboard abs into his comparatively slimmer midsection, quickly holding on to his opponent's right arm and pulling him closer before slamming his right knee into Comet's abs as hard as he could, hopefully getting his opponent in the perfect position for him to lock him in a standing guillotine choke!

"Hehe~ Though I'll admit yer abs are pretty impressive, I think I like THIS view better~! And trust me, the bakery yer packin' would be a much more effective weapon than yer abs~" He teases, checking his opponent's bountiful posterior as he keeps him in his hold, a slight blush forming on his face as he eyes his backside up and down... feeling slightly jealous of how big it looked compared to his.

[SubtleRoar]

*As the pair clashed from Comet's catapulted body, he was hellbent on trying to knock the sturdy general off of his feet. To his dismay however, it seems as though the magnificent meteorite had woefully underestimated his foe's build, as not only did he squander a substantial degree of expendable energy but he was left vulnerable to whatever his adversary could conjure up, which would subsequently lead to a brutal blow to his solar plexus!*

"Gggnnnhhh!" *He nearly felt his boots leave the safety of the ring beneath him from the devastating impact, lurching forward to counterbalance the momentum Apples had generated to prevent his body from haphazardly staggering. While momentarily incapacitated, the plucky brunette ensnared Comet within a firm headlock, gradually draining his energy while tossing him a sincere compliment regarding his perky backside, causing the masked muscle to gently coo.*

"Rrrrhh...I..w..work on it..w..way to hard to transform it into a projectile, but thank you~" *As he continued to thrash and struggle within his opponent's grasp, Comet noticed something extremely peculiar about his stance- his legs were unusually far apart, perhaps due to inexperience or neglect, leaving him open for an impromptu blitz!* "But perhaps you should work on your own technique first!" *Shifting his weight towards the floor, Comet wrapped his arm around the supple commander's waist, lifting him towards the ceiling before tossing him up and over for a northern light's suplex!*

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The clever commander's smirk widened as he heard Comet coo while being trapped within his headlock, the answer to his tease causing him to give the masked muscle an understanding nod. He could understand the logic behind Comet's refusal to use his ass as a weapon, but he proudly used his supple bottoms to smother and smack his way out of most of his problems. "I get ye. Wouldn't want ta mess up yer buns while messin' up someone else~" He said, lightly tightening his grip on Comet each time he struggled.

That being said, however, it was his focus on butts that'd bring both him and his opponent back to square one... or rather, down to the mat. The cocky commander had focused a little too hard on his opponent's sizeable behind, and forgot to properly adjust his posture, leaving Comet with the perfect opportunity to lift him up and slam Apples down and behind him in a Nothern Lights suplex!

"GAH!" He grunted, his eyes wincing from the pain the impact he just experienced. That being said, however, though he was stunned for a moment, he quickly shifted his body in such a way that his head would point away from his opponent, and his surprisingly soft thighs would be right up against his opponent's head. He'd then wrap said pillowy thighs around his opponent's neck to try and keep him down in the mat with a head-scissors hold!

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*As the two struggled and shuffled around to try and claim unquestionable dominance, Comet managed to catch Apples off guard with his spontaneous but extremely effective body toss, hoisting the cheeky commander off his feet before promptly dumping him across the opposite side of the arena! The spectators in attendance uproariously applauded the action, spurring the tanned performer onwards to try and capitalize on his newfound momentum.*

"Now, just hold still for me~" *He nonchalantly requested, almost as if the prospect of rebelling was entirely unheard of. Much to his dismay however, he felt a sudden yet sharp shift between the leader's legs, catching Comet in a surprisingly vulnerable spot before ensnaring the flanks of his head within a strangulating clamp!*

"Ggggghkkkk!" *Although the submission Apples was applying did indeed deprive Comet of an immense amount of oxygen, the legs doing so themselves were soft and velvety, making him feel both conflicted and aroused simultaneously. This unnatural sensation would allow his foe to bring Comet to the edge of the abyss, almost knocking him out entirely before he furiously rolled himself out of the constrictive hold, sending an express train of pain his way in the form of a rising knee across the brunette's face!*

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"Not happenin' hot stuff~ Apples don't stay on a tree forever, y'know~?" He teases, playfully smothering his opponent's head with his soft and pillowy thighs before his opponent suddenly rolled himself out of his hold and sent a brutal knee right to his face, causing the commander to groan in pain and be laid right back on the mat from the impact. He was stunned by the pain for a second, but quickly rolled away from his opponent to try and use the ropes to help himself up. A few red drops staining the mat below him as he got up, revealing that Comet broke his nose with a single desperate knee.

He wiped the blood off of his nose, and walked away from the ropes, smirking confidently at his opponent as he got in a fighting-stance once more, seemingly waiting for his opponent to get up as well to continue the fight. "Not bad, laddie! ...but it'll take more than that ta keep me down~!" He said, gesturing his opponent to face him. He had never had his nose broken in a fight before... but instead of deterring or worrying him, this pumped him up even more. Now he had an idea of his opponent's strengths and weaknesses, and with that he could most likely find a way to gain the upper hand once more.

[SubtleRoar]

*As the welling pressure seemed to provoke the luchador into lashing out with more conviction than he had intended, the move itself appeared to have done the trick, as his aggressor relented the instant his knee made contact! Comet subsequently rolled away, still unsure if this was all some type of elaborate ruse to bait him into lowering his defenses, but he could have sworn the tangible feeling he experienced was sufficient enough to keep Apples at bay.*

*As he steadily rose to his feet, he heard the spritely twink offer him a slightly backhanded compliment, and when he gazed across to try and get a clear view on his target, he noticed the damage he had inflicted- A steadily trickle of blood had dribbled out of his right nostril, sending a pang of regret through Comet's response.* "Oh..um..sorry if that landed a bit too harshly. I only intended to force a recoil, not ruin that gorgeous face of yours~"

*Shaking off the lingering effects of the previous headscissors, Comet rebounded onto his feet, giving the audience something to cheer for as he approached Apples with a renewed vigor in his stride.* "I promise to aim for the neck down from here on out~" *His voice sounded sincere, and as the two leered at each other, the crowd began chanting for their preferred competitor, accentuating the palpable tension between them!*

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Apples' usually smug bravado subsided for a second as he realized his opponent was genuinely worried for his safety. He then gave him a surprisingly comforting look as he nonchalantly wiped a little more blood off of his nose, trying his best to show his opponent that there was nothing to worry about. "Oh, its alright! I've had worse injuries than this... and the fact ye still think its gorgeous just prove how durable it actually is~!" He said, seemingly blushing a little from the fact that Comet called him gorgeous, but trying to hide it by making himself sound confident again

Seeing Comet get back on his feet, Apples approached him with an equally vigorous stride, the two meeting in the center of the ring once more to exchange teases and leers. The crowd's hype started to rub off on the commander, his heart racing with excitement as he returned the comment. "I guess if yer not goin' for me head, it'd only be fair for me not to squeeze you so hard... unless ye were into that, of course~" He teased, playfully running his fingers on Comet's chin... though he did seem to be serious about not squeezing him so hard. After all, if Comet was willing to avoid injuring him too much, it'd be a dick move to not do the same.

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