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

John couldn’t just shrug off the effects of the fall, no matter what he did. So, while he was recovering, he couldn’t stop him from locking in the headlock. And, as good as he was, Haru simply got in under his reaction time. There was no way to stop him in time, and the next thing he knew…

CLANG!

His head hit the corner post with a sickening, metallic bang. The audience cringed as they watched.

CLANG!

The sound of John's head successfully colliding with the corner post was truly sweet music to Haru's ears. He let the Tension champ crumple like wet paper while he gloated and shot his arms up for the crowd. Clearly Haru wasn't a fan favorite in this match-up, but he liked to think he'd at least won a few people over after his debut against the fiery Carmen. And if he could steal a few fans in this match, that'd be even better.

Haru didn't want to give John too much time on his own. He used his foot to kick John away from the corner post, and then leaned over to drag him up to his feet and toss him back under the ropes into the ring.

In the meantime he bent down and his head disappeared underneath the side of the ring, searching for goodies the staff might have left behind.

John’s forehead was cut open by the crash. It wasn’t a big cut, but the blood on his forehead was unmistakable. His head was pounding, a ringing in his ears, his vision blurred for a second as he was kicked away. He was too dazed to even notice his showboating.

John let out a moan as he was clunked into the ring. He rolled a bit, trying to sit up…his eyes searched for Haru while he tried to recover. Haru was bent over, getting something. ‘Ah fuck…’ He thought to himself. A weapon was coming into play. John began to scramble backwards. Normally, he could just kick Haru and stop him from regaining the highground, but the weapon would give Haru reach and let him strike John. He scrambled back, sitting up and using his arms and legs to crawl backwards, to the opposite corner. Only then did he try to get up.

Haru poked his head up above the ringside to check on John's condition. He had made decent distance between them in the short time Haru had been fumbling around under the ring. A grin broke out on his face as he pulled out the folding chair found conveniently under the ring.

Haru tossed the chair in first and then slipped into the ring himself. He popped up to his feet and gripped the ends of the chair tightly between his hands.

"Not looking so hot there, champ" Haru taunted as he approached slowly.

John had a lovely gash on his forehead, but the rest of him seemed quite sturdy and unharmed. The chair would see to correcting that soon. Flipping it about in his hands so the top rim of the chair faced down, Haru raised it above his head and slammed it down, aiming to ram it into John's abs.

That’s a chair.

Chair is bad.

John’s head was swimming, but he had taken some breath and regained some lucidity when he heard Haru taunting him. And he had a chair.

“LOOKOUT!” John exclaimed as he the chair came down for his abs. There wasn’t time to roll away, but he could try something sort of…dumb. Instead of trying to dodge, John reached his hands out and let the rim of the chair smack into his palms!

It HURT like a BITCH! His hands stung, vibrations rang up and down his arm…but his hands grabbed the chair rim, palms squeezing tight, eyes squinting, face contorted with effort, and biceps budging as he pushed back, trying to shove the chair back into Haru!

Instead of a satisfying THWUMP of the chair ramming into muscled gut, there was a loud FWIMP instead! John had daringly caught the chair and prevented the larger injury to himself. Haru did not look to be pleased, but he didn't have much time to sulk about it; John was actively struggling against him, pushing the chair back up with every bit of strength he had.

Haru responded with equal fervor, his own arms bulging and straining against the muscle fighting against him. He stared menacingly and determinedly into John's eyes; every second of this match was a contest to him, and he didn't plan on losing even a bit. And for that matter, he wasn't going to take any chances either. Haru suddenly let go and pulled the chair back, and in return decided to stomp John's abs instead.

John pushed and pushed…then suddenly something unexpected happened. His own strength was used against him, and when Haru suddenly stopped resisting he lurched forward—only to be met with Haru’s foot!

“OOOF!” John was forced back against the corner, gasping and accidentally releasing the chair, coughing and gagging.

Ah yes, the coughing and gagging, that was the reaction Haru was looking for! The champ looked so delightful when he was in pain, he couldn't wait to see more of it! "That's a nasty cough there, you ought to have that checked out" Haru laughed, dragging the chair along as he cornered John in the corner (for lack of a better word....>.>)

He smiled with glee as he raised the chair above his head again, this time lifting the chair up and swinging sideways to hit John across the face rather than a jab at his gut.

John couldn’t avoid it this time. The chair slammed into his already weakened head, smacking him across the face and sending him tumbling down onto his side. A bit of drool leaked onto the matt as his eyes rolled back and his body teetered dangerously at the edge of the ring once more

BAM! Haru's chair made contact this time, giving out a dull ring as it collided with John's head and downed him like a ragdoll. He seemed to be thrown for quite the loop, and should he desire it, Haru thought he might even be able to end it right here. But where would be the fun in that? He was just getting started tearing into that muscled body.

Haru tossed the chair aside carelessly and knelt down to grab a fistful of red hair. Bringing John's head up, he slapped his face a few times to bring him to, and then dragged him back to a standing position. Widening his legs a bit, he forces John's head between his thighs and squeezes for a moment while he prepares for his next move.