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

John was surprised this guy held on so well, but that was about to change. He grinned as he managed to get Haru free of him. He let Haru’s arms go, but only so that he could get his arms up and ready to attack. As soon as Haru went to get rid of John’s legs, his fists came up. Bam, bam, two jabs from each fist, both targeted for Haru’s gut. John poured all his strength into his two thick arms, slamming his stomach from his seated position, hoping that would get him to give up and get off.

While Haru fought with the leg assaulting his neck, John saw fit to take advantage of the situation and go on the offensive. He landed four solid hits into Haru's unguarded abs, making him let out a small grunt. John didn't seem to have the form of a boxer but it was clear he knew how to throw a real punch.

Haru finally managed to rid himself of that pesky leg and he took the opportunity to retreat and back away up onto his feet. He rubbed over the assaulted area with his fingers, grinning at the slight twinges of pain.

"Hurry and get up champ, I wanna knock you down again"

Haru started to bounce back and forth on his feet, bringing his arms up into a boxing stance. If John wanted to trade some punches, then Haru was definitely game.

Close fisted punching wasn’t technically allowed in pro wrestling. No one enforced that rule, ESPECIALLY in AFW. And this was an anything goes fight anyway. John was no boxer, but he knew the basics and he never stopped training.

It looked like Haru wanted to test out that training now. John got to his feet, watching Haru bounce back and forth. He got his own fists up. If he stopped to think about it, he’d realize that this wasn’t the best idea. But he didn’t stop to think in the heat of the moment, so a smirked formed on his lips and he moved in.

The training was like clockwork, sets of combinations that he could quickly use. Bunches of punches, never one hit. He started fast with his right arm in a jab, his left in a reverse punch, then went for his right in a hook. The idea was, hopefully, that even if some were blocked, at least one hit would get through. He grunted with each exertion of his muscles, holding nothing back in his punches.

Haru grinned when John accepted his implied challenge and raised his own arms. This would be interesting. He kept his guard up as John took the first move, coming in hot and heavy with his combo. The jab and reverse punch were common openers, and John would have no luck hitting with those. And to finish with a hook was textbook for ending a flurry, which Haru's instincts anticipated and planned on.

Haru allowed the right hook to graze his face so he could counter in the same moment, coming in low with a hard shot at John's solar plexus. Without the novelty of gloves bare fists hurt a lot more, but Haru wasn't going for damage, he wanted to incapacitate John and then put the hurt on.

It was, literally, right out of a text book. He hadn’t been trained to be a boxer or a boxing instructor, punches was just one small component of the style he was trained in. It took up a whopping four working days of the third level twenty day instructor course. It was no surprise that, against a serious boxer, his moves were all telegraphed and easy to counter.

Block, block, failure. Nothing hit. It immediately dawned on John that this was a bad idea, he let himself walk right into a trap. With a slam to his solar plexus, he immediately played for it. Just as Haru wanted, John was winded, coughing and backing off.

“Good one, John… He mumbled to himself, backing off towards the ropes to get away from him and out of punching range, his back now leaning against them as he caught his breath.

Seeing John braced back on the ropes, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath gave Haru some devilish ideas. Both for this match and for the POW portion after.

Haru licked his lips as he stepped back, preparing for his follow up. This was going to hurt the both of them, but that only made Haru want to do it even more. It was time to spice things up; this was a falls count anywhere, and Haru wanted to take advantage of it. He then charged at John from across the ring at full speed, angling his head down and tackling him, sending them both flying out to the ringside.

“Okay…you might have guessed, I’m not a boxer by trade.” John panted out, pointing out the patently obvious to Haru. As John spoke, Haru charged at him. His eyes went wide and he knew he was going down. FALLS, though, they trained him a lot on falls. And he’d fallen a lot in his life. He didn’t have time to duck out of the way, but at least he could prepare himself…somewhat…for the fall. His head arched up and he folded his body as much as he could, almost like he was trying to engulf Haru. The truth was, folding his body forward made for the best angle. His back slapped the ground, but he managed to avoid hitting his head. It hurt like a BITCH, but it was the difference from being dazed and being half way to snoozeville. Groaning, he tried to shove Haru off when he hit the ground.

When Haru felt John crumple up and fold right after he made contact, he thought he had this in the bag. There was only the briefest of moments where they were sailing calmly through the air, then things came crashing back to reality when they hit the ground with a thud. Haru felt a little jarred after the impact, his teeth had gnashed together, his knees stung slightly, and his arms were slightly jelly-like, but otherwise he was fine. At this point the tingly pain was more exciting than it was debilitating.

And to his surprise, John seemed to have taken the hit in stride, and Haru was shoved off to the side almost immediately. Of course learning to how to take a hit was probably one of the smarter things you could do if you wanted to make it big time, and something Haru would have to learn in the future, but for now he would just be surprised at John's "resilience".

Smart to make it big time, and essential if your martial arts background involved teaching throws and being thrown.

This hurt. But he didn’t hit his head, he wasn’t knocked out, and he hit with his back, not his side or ribs. No bruised ribs, no wrecked shoulders, he took it well, all things considered.

With Haru off, John could take a moment to arch his back from the pain, then tried to get up as fast as he could. Avoiding major damage here was good, but he was still enormously vulnerable and shaken up.

Haru made it up to his feet without much trouble, dusting off his knees slightly. He was pretty much no more worse for the wear, but John seemed to be taking a bit longer to recover. It was like a wonderful invitation for him to come and lay down some more carnage.

He strode over confidently behind John, reaching for John's bicep and the back of his head as he tried to trap both of them against his side in a headlock. This wasn't his final move, so Haru didn't waste time dragging John forward, breaking into a slow jog/run.

Haru was headed for the corner post of the ring, squeezing John tight. As they approached the corner, Haru angled himself slightly to the side as he released the headlock and hopefully let momentum deliver John into the post.