John Mitchel vs Haru Fujiwara- FCA POW Yaoi Alphabet Soup Match

Becauze…fuck…I…hucha…watcha…you try making a yaoi falls count anywhere prisoner of war match actually fit in a god dam thread title.
John Mitchel vs Haru Fujiwara
Falls Count Anywhere, POW stakes
Win by Pinfall, Submission, or KO


John knew that he was pretty much the only guy in Tension who did Yaoi matches. There were none AFW Yaoi leagues, but since Tai Kamiya left, that was pretty much it.

And that was okay, John didn’t really care. He liked girls as well, and he wasn’t here for sex. He liked to actually wrestle. It never BOTHERED him that he was the only bi or gay guy.

But, that didn’t mean that when the AFW management told him there was a guy who wanted a yaoi match with him, John didn’t jump at the chance. And it was an intense match, to be sure. Falls count anywhere, POW stakes. Well, whoever this new comer was, he certainly wasn’t fooling around. John wasn’t as obsessed with Hard Core matches as his friend Ro, but they could be fun. And he had to admit, he was curious about the POW stakes.

John’s theme began to play as the lights in the arena dimmed. Green pyro than shot out as John appeared from backstage, wearing his boots and tough green trousers. The bare chested red head had his belt draped over his shoulder. He charged down the ramp, rushing into the ring and then jumping up the steal steps. He grabbed his belt and it into the air, and his fans in the crowd cheered before he handed it off. The lights came back up as he climbed into the ring, bouncing a bit on his feet. He knew the fight would probably leave the ring soon, but this is where it was going to start. The cameramen looked busier than normal, knowing they’d have to follow these two around. John turned his head to the ramp, waiting to see his opponent come out.

Cracking his knuckles backstage, Haru found he had more energy than normal before a fight. The league had provided him with a list of match types, and this POW thing really stuck out to him. Now that was something wild. He didn't really expect to have been matched up so soon though, and certainly not with the champ himself. Haru really planned to let loose everything he had in there, it was like the custom match of his dreams.

So when his theme blared over the speakers, Haru eagerly made his way out towards the ring. For this match he had selected to wear tight jet black pants that had dark blue streaks across the sides that matched the shade of his hair. The champ was already poised and ready up in the ring, and Haru stared him down as he took his time getting there. It was partially to get inside the head of his opponent, annoy him and keep him off focus, but also to see if the organizers had stashed any goodies anywhere. With hardcore rules and falls counting anywhere, there were bound to be chairs, tables, possibly even ladders hidden.

The shit-eating grin still hadn't left his face as he checked out the competition; he certainly didn't leave much to be desired. His muscle looked like it served form as well as function, something you would be surprised to find is rarer than you think.

"You ready for all this, champ?" Haru asked, wiggling his brows as he motioned to himself and across his chest. The crowd seemed just as excited as he was to see what would happen. POW meant he would get to enjoy this match even after it officially ended, and boy did he have more than a few ideas about how he planned on using it.......

John narrowed his eyes as he saw his opponent come out…dam, the guy was very attractive. That blue hair topped off his impressive body. In term sof build, he seemed to match John perfectly. He had about an inch on John and was pretty much the same weight. He had to admit, Haru was, at least in terms of aesthetics, the perfect opponent for something erotic.

But, Haru also seemed to have an attitude. His body language alone showed defiance, as did the methodical way that he came up the ramp. What wa she doing, trying to make a show of not caring? John wasn’t sure, but he was happy for extra time to check him out.

When Haru did that eye brow wiggling, John chuckled and winked. “Not too bad, we’ll have fun when I take you home.” ‘Oh that sucked, John…’ John silently thought to himself. He was terrible at trash talk. Bah, no matter.

After a moment, the bell rang. John cautiously circled Haru, having no idea what to expect from this newcomer. His arms were up as he followed kept on his feet, moving slowly, offer up his arms, ready for a lock up, but also ready to guard if Haru tried to bypass his offer and strike first.

Haru couldn't help but laugh when John shot back with his one-liner; he hoped that the man could wrestle better than he could trash-talk. Still, there was a confidence and assertiveness in his voice that Haru found enticing. Neither of them expected a chance at a loss, not the champ at the top of the world nor the rookie with an ego that reached the top of the world.

When the match started, John took more of a cautious stance, moving slowly and watching Haru carefully. Haru stood there for a moment, not bothering to get into a wrestling stance as John slowly circles round. If it wasn't abundantly clear at this point, the rookie had made his point that he wasn't afraid of the world champ.

However, Haru couldn't pass up the chance to boast, so he gleefully accepted the offered lock up, intertwining his fingers with Johns as he started to push back, using about half-strength to test him out first.

"Hope you like it rough, I don't play any other way" Haru teased, suddenly switching to full strength as he tried forcing John back towards the ropes.

“Yeah, yeah, your nonchalant, I get it.” John mumbled a bit as they moved to lock up.

A smirk formed on his face as he looked over Haru. John wasn’t sure what to make of him. He looked toned and athletic, but he also didn’t look very serious. He was either not very competent or he was trying to play some kind of mind game here. He could write that off as a façade, presumably, and anticipate that Haru would seem a lot more serious once the blows started being exchanged.

John’s fingers twisted with Haru’s twining and grasping each other as Haru started pushing. For the moment, John was like a rock, unmoving as Haru didn’t seem to be pushing that hard. Then he suddenly ramped up his attack and John lost a little ground, slipping back a step. Not to be out done, though, John poured his own full strength into the lock up, stopping his retreat. He pushed as hard as he could, trying to outmuscle Haru and force him to retreat.

He had to admit, it was refreshing to fight someone who could match him pound for pound. Lots of wrestlers here could out last him in speed and endurance and win that way, but he usually had the advantage in terms of the caliber of guns he brought to bear on the enemy.

For a split-second when John lost ground, Haru was about to be disappointed. Not even seconds later however his advance was halted, and some serious muscle power was threatening to push him back now, even giving it everything he had. Haru couldn't remember the last time he'd met someone who could overpower him from the get-go, so he could tell he was going to savor this match-up for a long time.

They matched each other in strength for several moments, biceps bulging and quivering, the audience on the edge of their seats in anticipation. Every time one of them gained even the slightest advance the other quickly corrected their mistake and they were back to a deadlock. Uninterested in tiring himself out so soon (or see himself lose the contest), Haru decided to change things up by widening their stance, moving his arms farther apart. Most people found it harder to push from an unorthodox position, himself included.

However, the new pushing position was not Haru's true aim. Steeling himself, Haru angled his head down and thrust it forward, aiming to collide John's chin with the top of his head for a nice little headbutt.

Uh oh, no. John KNEW this game. Spread your legs, make the hold harder to keep, mess up the test of strength, and then hit John in the gut. Or balls, since falls count everywhere were also always no DQ, probably his balls.

John braced himself, but this guy took him by surprise. Not the classic sucker hit, instead a hard (admittedly attractive) head slammed into the top of John’s chin, making him shout out and fall backwards, unconsciously tightening his grip as he did.

The headbutt had rattled Haru's teeth around but he was otherwise no worse for the wear. On the other hand John didn't seem to have done as well, he was already heading backwards for the mat. But what was unexpected was that Haru was now going down with him? The majority of the time headbutting someone would make them flinch and release their grip, but for this guy, he just held on tighter.

Haru landed atop John, slamming chest to chest with a loud smack. That was a neat 187 lbs falling on his opponent, so maybe it wasn't all bad. Haru managed to get himself up into a sitting position, leaning over John as he tried to forcefully pin his hands to the floor. He then began pressing the point of his knee into John's gut, putting most of his weight onto that one leg to increase the downward pressure.

"This mean you like it on the bottom?" Haru laughed, shifting his weight around to move his knee farther up onto John's sternum. Pressure on the gut was bound to hurt, but compressing the ribcage was a whole different kind of pain.

John held onto Haru as if Haru had been his rifle, not letting go out of instinct when he went down. He’d been through this before, as his body showed. The side of John’s body had, very faintly, little scars that looked like scratches. These were marks from where an IED had gone off and his side was lightly peppered with shrapnel. In truth, they were minor wounds. The scars didn’t ever bother him.

Of course, at the moment a knee was driving into his rib, which meant he had no time for nostalgia. It HURT. It hurt like a BITCH. It felt like his rubs were going to break if this kept up. “Only…for REAL tops…” John growled, implying Haru wasn’t, as he struggled to get his arms out. When he couldn’t, he tried to buck his body and shoot his legs back, hoping he could bend them far enough to latch onto Haru’s head or neck and pull him away.

Up close and personal as the situation at hand was, Haru began to notice that John's body was peppered with small scars, way too many to be normal. Haru never bothered with digging up any info on the people he would be facing, what did it matter if you were only going to kick their ass anyway? Haru briefly wondered where they came from, he'd have to ask after he'd won and made John his bitch with those wonderful POW rules.

Only real tops? Haru's brow twitched in annoyance at the insinuation? Just what was this guy implying? Still he took satisfaction that his speech was strained; clearly his knee was doing exactly what he hoped. Things took a turn for the difficult when John decided to buck his body, making it difficult for Haru to keep his knee in one spot and not slip around.

Unluckily for John, Haru had grown up on a farm, and he'd faced exactly this kind of struggle before in the form of a bucking horse; he would not be unseated that easily. But while Haru kept his mount position on John, a foot clumsily collided with the side of his head and another managed to just poke beyond his collarbone and in front of his neck. Haru let out a confused yell as he started to bend backwards, now trying to pry his hands free from John's so he could pull away that pesky leg.