Flames and Shadows: Damien Pyre (D) vs The Bandit (D)

[DJPow]

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Win by Pinfall, Submission or KO
Hentai allowed

The locker room smelt of sweat, rubbing alcohol, and the faint tang of energy drinks. Damien Pyre sat on the worn wooden bench, bare feet pressing against the cold tile. He rolled his shoulders, flexing his fingers inside the crimson fingerless gloves, watching the muscles in his arms and torso shift under his smooth, tan skin. He lets out a soft, low laugh as the reality of the moment finally sinks in. This is what he’s been waiting for. His first match in LAW, finally, a stage that can hold him. And with a stipulation that promised screams of pain and pleasure, no less. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down his chilled spine.

He slides the crimson wrestling briefs over his hips, glancing down as the demon-head buckle at his waist catches the light, flashing sharply. He pulls the knee-high stirrups over his calves, flexes his feet, nudges the devil-head kneepads into position, and wraps the black elbow pads in place. “First match, Pyre. Don’t fuck it up,” he mutters, voice low and to himself. He slips on his leather entrance jacket and slaps his palms together, leather humming against skin, and lets out another short mischievous laugh. “Yeah… this is it.”

Damien Pyre

Finally, he reaches for the black choker with the small skull charm, the last piece of his ritual, the token that always rests at the base of his throat. But his fingers brush empty air. He blinks, frowning, shakes his head, thinking perhaps he imagined it. He pats at his neck, lifts the collar of his gloves, peers beneath his waistband. Nothing.

“What the…?” His voice cracks slightly, a rare falter. “Where the hell is it?” He yanks open his gym bag, spilling its contents onto the floor. Towels, tape, bottles, nothing but clutter. He kneels, sliding his hands under the bench, scanning the floor with those sharp amber eyes of his. “No… can’t be gone. Not now. Not here.”

A hot spike of anger flares in his chest, intertwining with the buzz of adrenaline already coursing through his veins. The choker wasn't just decoration, it’s a piece of him, a talisman he wears into battle. Losing it, especially now, before his first match in LAW would feel like a violation, like an affront! “No… no, no, no…” His voice rises, tense, jagged, a manic edge sharpening his words as he continues to frantically look for the satanic charm...

[Lycanstar]

"Missing something~?"

A voice came from above Damien as He searched frantically across the floor of the locker room- A fingerless glove twirled Damian's choker around it's index finger while looking down at the frustrated rookie~ before a playful chuckle soon followed.

Spoiler

Sitting on top of the centre row of lockers sat the grey haired, mask wearing owner of the fingerless glove- and current owner of the choker Damien scoured for so desperately. "Aww- don't be frustrated! You still look plenty cute for a rookie~" Gripping the choker tightly in His hand, He hopped down from His perch on the lockers and sauntered over towards Damien with a generous sway of His hips.

"Maybe I could try it on~? I'm sure it would make me look like a real tough wrestler~ But then again, maybe I don't wanna try too hard..." His grin stretched from ear to ear as it looked like He was about seconds away from laughing- getting the upper hand on somebody so easily was always a treat and He intended to drag this feeling on as long as He could...

"Aw but- where are my manners? You can just call me The Bandit~ And I'll be your tussling partner tonight!" Bandit moved in close, almost just in range He could touch Damien if He wanted to... "Looks like they thought debuting two shortstacks together would be entertaining... You don't mind a little playful banter beforehand, do you sweetie~? Oh! But you couldn't possibly go out there without finishing your cute little outfit! Here~"

Leaning forward with His left fist pressed on His hip, His right hand extended out and let the choker dangle from His index finger as He kept it in a perfectly reachable position for Damien to grab~ If He could try.

[DJPow]

The soft leather choker dangled above Damien like bait on a hook, turning lazily around The Bandit’s finger. His frantic search slowed, then stopped altogether as he turned and locked his sharp amber eyes onto the masked thief perched on the lockers. He didn’t speak at first, simply watched with a still, unsettling focus while the Bandit spun the charm like a trophy. After a long, taut stare, a quiet, edgy laugh slipped out. “So that’s where it went.”

He rose in one smooth motion, brushing dust from his knees. The frustration twisting in his chest barely eased as he took in the Bandit’s swaying steps, cocky posture, and the grin behind the mask. When the smaller wrestler hopped down, Damien didn’t retreat. On the contrary, he closed the distance with a few measured steps until he was close enough to feel the Bandit’s breath as he teased him.

“Huh. You steal my gear and flirt in the same breath. Bold of you.” His gaze slid down the Bandit’s frame in a deliberate sweep, pausing wantonly at the visible bulge hidden beneath his tight wrestling briefs, before slowly climbing back up. “Or maybe you’re just trying to see how fast you can get your ass kicked before we even make it to the ramp.” The choker dangled between them like a boyish dare. Damien didn’t snatch it, though every instinct begged him to. Instead, he leaned in until their foreheads nearly touched, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Playful banter? Listen here you little pest, I don’t do playful. I do messy. I do loud. I do people who forget they shouldn’t poke at me.”

He curled his fingers around the choker without taking it yet, letting the tension thicken. His other hand lifted, knuckles grazing the Bandit’s jaw beneath the mask. The touch was light but far from affection, more claiming than anything else.

“You took something from me,” Damien said softly, “so now you owe me.” His smirk sharpened. “Good news is, we’ve got a whole match to figure out how you’re gonna pay it back.” He tugged the choker once, drawing the Bandit in before slipping it free. His eyes gleamed as he wrapped the leather back around his throat and fastened it. The skull charm settled against his skin like it belonged there.

“And trust me,” he murmured, “Damien Pyre always collects.”

He let the air hang heavy before finally stepping back, shoulders squared and gaze steady, waiting to see how the thief handled a predator staring him down.

[Lycanstar]

Bandit's smile didn't fade as Damien rose to meet Him face to face- He certainly looked the type to make sure He put on His toughest face when eyes were on Him~ Rather adorable in fact; as Bandit thought to Himself on the juxtaposition between the frustrated and panicked wrestler He spied on seconds ago, to the macho and confident one that now stood before Him.

“Playful banter? Listen here you little pest, I don’t do playful. I do messy. I do loud. I do people who forget they shouldn’t poke at me.” As Damien gripped the choker tightly, a light humm of acknowledgement could be heard from Bandit- although it was quickly cut off as Damien's knuckle pressed against Bandit's jaw~ Admittedly, it was a little unexpected- Bandit could react fast enough if He knew a swing was coming but the light grazing of His intimidating knuckles would moreso be something to help Bandit understand as much as He could about His opponent before the match started...

“Good news is, we’ve got a whole match to figure out how you’re gonna pay it back. And trust me, Damien Pyre always collects.” Bandit let the choker go as Damien tugged on it, His smile never fading as the two leaned back into their respective stances- Bandit placing His hands on His hips and eyeing Damien's body up and down with an almost impressed look.

"Ooooh so feisty~ I love it! What's next, you're gonna feed me a 'Knuckle sandwich'?" Bandit laughed out loud at His own joke- easing His stance as He stepped closer towards Damien. "Well tough guy, I'm in the business of collecting too! And your cute little collar was just a taste- cause after I'm done leading you around ring with it-" Bandit suddenly brushed His left hand against Damien's thigh, as His entire body starting from His hips began to seductively sway into His opponent's personal space... "I'm gonna collect something much more important~" He whispered in a sultry voice as He stared His opponent dead in the eyes- their faces mere inches away from touching before reaching down... "Mh-hmm~" ...and slotting His index finger into the waistband of Damien's trunks with His right hand.

Bandit felt the material, stroking it between His index finger and thumb as He continued to simply stare down His opponent with that arrogant and smug glare~ His left hand held onto Damien's hip as He hummed pleasingly in His vicinity- more curious than anything as to what the tough firecracker in front of Him would do in retaliation~ "You'll be lucky if these are even around your ankles by the end of the night~" Bandit's bulge tightened with every word and promise He made... now this would be a debut worth noting...

[DJPow]

Bandit’s teasing hung in the air as he brushed Damien’s thigh and slipped a finger beneath the waistband of his trunks, stroking the fabric and exposed flesh within. He leaned in closer, hand hovering against Damien’s hip, promising to drag him around by his collar and strip him bare before the night was over. For someone known as the Hellborne Prince, Damien apparently wasn’t radiating enough menace to scare him off. If anything, the Bandit looked turned on by it.That was fine. Interest would quickly become fear once they stepped through the ropes. And Damien had every intention of showing him that this wasn’t going to be a catwalk. It was going to be carnage.

He wasn’t about to let this little imp think he could toy with him without consequence though. He stepped forward so sharply that their bodies collided in one solid line. Chest to chest. Hip to hip. Damien lowered his forehead to the Bandit’s own in a slow, deliberate push, like the fight had already begun on the locker room tiles. “You really don’t know what you’re playing with,” he murmured, He pushed harder, noses almost brushing. “Touch me like that again and I won’t wait for the bell.”

Suddenly the locker room door swung open with a clatter and a startled stagehand froze mid-step. “Uh… Damien Pyre? Bandit? They’re… they’re ready for your entrances.” The timing was lucky, a few seconds more and Damien was sure they would have started fighting...or fucking, and not particularly in that order. Damien didn’t step away. He kept his forehead against Bandit’s for one more breath, letting the warmth dissipate between them. He whispered with a slow curl of satisfaction, “My ring, your hell. See you in a bit, Bandit.” Only then did he peel himself away and head toward the gorilla position with a smile carved sharp across his lips.

On the other side of the curtain red lights cracked across the stage, flashing brighter with each pulse of bass as flames erupted along the ramp. Damien stepped into the glow, and the crowd’s reaction hit instantly. Cheers, gasps, and surprised shouts from fans seeing him for the very first time.

Entrance Theme: Avenged Sevenfold - Shepherd Of Fire

“Introducing… making his debut… from the Infernal Deep… weighing in at 139 pounds… the Hellborne Prince… DAMIEN… PYRE!”

Damien Pyre

He walked with slow, predatory confidence, shoulders rolling with a relaxed rhythm while his eyes gleamed with their signature inner fire. His amber stare swept across the arena as if he were already choosing where he’d savor Bandit’s screams later. At ringside he paused, letting his spiked leather jacket slip from his shoulders and fall at his feet, revealing his lean, sculpted torso to a fresh wave of noise from the crowd. He climbed onto the apron, sliding through the ropes before rising in the center of the ring as the crimson lighting spun into a storm around him. Turning toward the stage, his smirk widened, slow and daunting.

“C’mon Baaandit. Come out to plaaaaay.”

[Lycanstar]

Damien leaned in closer- the absolute boiling rage seeping over as Bandit felt every aggressive huff and puff His opponent made in stark defiance to the masked man's flirtatious behaviour~ Their bodies met in a straight and narrow collision, chest to chest and hip to hip. Bandit let out a soft and playful "ooh~" in response- His curiosity and smile accentuated as the frustration from His opponent made Bandit consider all sorts of fun He could have once Damien was sufficiently demeaned...

Unfortunately His trail of thought would be cut off by an interruption- mere seconds before the two would have surely gone after each other, a stagehand entered and cut their encounter off. Damien backed away and made His intentions clear- Bandit allowing His hand to gently fall back to His side once freed from Damien's waist. Oh but so clear was the little spark of sadistic enjoyment in Damien's voice~ Bandit could tell He had sunk His claws in and that Damien would want nothing to get in the way of Him making Bandit squeal for Him. So sad then that once their encounter would start, Bandit would make things rather uncomfortable for the cute edgelord~

"See you in the ring cutie~" A kiss was blown to Damien as He left the locker room first, Bandit striking one final playful pose as His opponent disappeared around the corner.

"And His opponent... Debuting from "Wherever" and weighing in at 170lbs- THEEEE BANDIT!!!!"

Spoiler

A billow of smoke obscured His figure as He emerged at the top of the ramp- only the white, clear eyes from His mask piercing the fog before He stepped forward and leaned into a careless bow. His grin ran from cheek to cheek as He stood bent forward with His hands behind His back, a facade of innocence in His mannerisms as He soaked in the cheers (Or jeers?) from the crowd. Leaning back into a straightened position, Bandit looked downwards from the bridge of His nose in an almost contemptful glare at Damien waiting in the ring- already dismissing His opponent as nothing more than Bandit's first stepping stone on the path to greatness.

Popping the collar of His crop-topped jacket, Bandit began to stroll down to the ring, a clear elegance in each step as He made no reservations in displaying Himself and His entrance gear with prominence. His fake tail dragged along the ramp and almost seemed to have a mind of its own as it swayed with each swivel of His hip and step of His socked feet onto the cold mats at ringside.

Raising His right leg, Bandit planted it on the ring apron and set Himself on His knees before slithering between the middle and bottom ropes, making sure to prominently stick out His rear as He did so. A charming smile greeted Damien as Bandit slowly rose to His feet and He paced the ring a short while- eyeing His opponent with that now familiar cocky glare.

"Excited to be my first in this company? I know I sure would be~ Just a shame you wont be leaving tonight with all the same clothes you came in with." Bandit turned His back to Damien with a distinct lack of respect as He unclipped His tail and removed the ears from His head. His eyes closed as He tossed them down to ringside and He began to stretch His rear out while gripping the ropes- clearly in another unsubtle attempt to show Himself off to His opponent rather than actually warming up His muscles...

*DING DING!*

"Oh! Guess that means it's time to tussle~ Alright Damien, show me your hell~" Finally turning to face His opponent, a readied bandit gave one final wink before spreading His legs and assuming a grappling stance- looking ready to reply physically with whatever Damien wanted to throw at Him... that was, IF Damien wanted to try and make the first move.

[DJPow]

As the Bandit slithered into the ring and began his showy pacing, Damien turned slowly with him, never breaking eye contact. He watched the taunting stretch against the ropes, the removal of the ears and tail, the deliberate lack of respect. His fingers flexed once at his sides, bare feet gripping lightly against the canvas beneath his stirrups as he rolled his shoulders and breathed through his nose. The debut nerves were still there, buzzing low in his chest, but they didn’t weaken him. They sharpened him. This was his first night in LAW, his first bell, his first body to break in front of a crowd that didn’t know him yet. He intended to make sure they remembered. When the Bandit finally spoke again, Damien’s answer came calmly, without raising his voice.

“You talk a lot for someone who hasn’t been hit yet,” Damien said calmly, voice carrying just enough to cut through the noise.“Enjoy it while it lasts. After I’m done breaking you in, I’ve got a feeling the only thing driveling our of your mouth is gunna be my name." he growled.

Finally the bell rang, the sound awakening something deep inside of him.

Damien stepped forward immediately, not charging quite yet, but just closing the distance with intent. He lifted his hands and reached in, testing range, letting their fingers brush for a brief moment, the first real contact of the match. The instant he felt the Bandit respond, Damien snapped into motion. He drove off his back foot and attempted to step inside the Bandit’s guard, twisting his hips as he swung a tight forearm toward the center of the Bandit’s chest, aiming to catch him clean and knock the breath from his lungs right out of the gate.

[Lycanstar]

"After I’m done breaking you in, I’ve got a feeling the only thing driveling our of your mouth is gunna be my name." Bandit couldn't help but be amused at the tough-guy attitude Damien was putting on- it was so endearing and would be oh-so entertaining once He was on His knees begging for Bandit to knock Him out cold. But to get there, Bandit had to first keep His eye on the prize- as Damien brushed His fingers forward, Bandit felt the light contact for the briefest of seconds before Damien suddenly sprang into action!

Damien quickly attempted to catch Bandit off guard with a sudden forearm aimed directly at Bandit's chest- the momentum and rage built up from their encounter so far being forced behind all His weight as-

*shwiff*

Bandit pressed His heels up and nimbly spun in place- a rather unexpected stance change as He avoided Damien's strike with an almost bored looking attitude in His movements! "Mmm- close! But not quite~" Bandit smirked as He strolled carelessly away from Damien, a proud look on His face as He turned His back to His opponent... again. Bandit seemed to not even care for any offense when the opportunity presented itself- rather, it seemed embarrassing His opponent would provide more than enough damage to keep things interesting as He awaited whatever Damien had next in store...

[DJPow]

In his head, the plan seemed so perfect. All he had to do was smash into The Bandit with enough force to knock his head clean off his shoulders before proceeding to give him the worst beatdown of his puny, rodent little life. But that's not what happened. Instead, the forearm sailed through the air and smacked nothing but empty space. Damien scoffed as he felt the sting of the miss, but he didn't let his opponent's antics get to him this early in the match. There would be time to let out his frustrations later, but for now, power and speed were his weapons.

He let the momentum carry him toward the ropes, feet pounding against the canvas as he stepped in and bounced off with controlled precision. His body compressed against the tension of the ropes, coiling like a spring, ready to launch back toward his opponent. Every muscle along his lean, toned frame flexed instinctively, his core tight and abs flexing as he timed his return with the Bandit’s back still turned.

As he surged forward, Damien bent his knees, lowering his center of gravity to help generate maximum power. The Bandit’s stance, careless yet cocky, gave him the opening he needed. Damien leapt, legs extending with precision, aiming a snap dropkick to the masked man’s torso, intending to land a full body strike that would hopefully send the rapscallion flying across the ring!