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

John was pretty out of it. A chair to the face would do that to you. This match was proving to be quite the gauntlet, from long falls to head blows, he hadn’t felt this shaken up since he was thrown in the air by a roadside bomb. His vision was blurred by the blow of the chair, and his body was tingling, sluggish, useless for the moment.

The movement to his feet was a blur, but the next thing John realized, John was bein crushed by two strong legs, in transition for some kind of move.

‘Strong legs….’ John dopily thought to himself silently as he was squeezed by the big muscles.

Even in his half googley state, John knew that he’d been a rag doll this whole time. Haru was utterly dominating, and he had to do something about it…but he couldn’t do much from this position. All he could do was reach up with his hands, planting them on Haru’s calves, and do his best to claw them and dig into them with his fingers.

John's feeble clawing at his thighs and calves let Haru know his soon-to-be victim was slowly coming to. It was too little too late however, Haru had plenty of time for both showboating and delivering some hard pain. Haru flexed for the crowd, eating up the attention via applause and camera flashes that they were lavishing him with. Turning to the task at hand, Haru leaned over and began to reach for John's arms.

He looped under one shoulder, and then the other, locking up John's arms with an inverted full nelson. Haru looked up and flashed a quick grin to the adoring crowd before jumping up and falling down to complete his facebuster, smashing John's body and more importantly his face into the mat.

“GAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The roar of pain was audible throughout the arena, and made the crowd cheer in support of Haru as he quickly demolished the odds on favorite. He was constantly targeting the same place, John’s head, throughout the match, and it was starting to pay off.

John hit the matt face first. He felt a searing pain in his nose, and blood poured out, reddening his face and the white canvas beneath them. He growled and brought his hands up to his face, cupping it, groaning in his palms as he finally opened his eyes and saw blood.

Haru's tactics were paying off yet again, the roar of pain and splash of red painted the atmosphere and revved up the crowd even more. Getting up to one knee, he threw his arms up to the cheers and screams. He had made enough of an impression that some of them had even begun to chant his name.

HARU! HARU! HARU! they chanted like it was some sort of religious mantra. To say that it was going to his head would be the understatement of the century. Haru was on cloud nine at the moment, he was strong, he was mighty, he was undefeatable, and this arena was his playpen. Any current worries were far from his mind.

Haru looked back at John, still caught up in dealing with the nose bleed still dripping forth. He slid over and flipped John over onto his back, hooking a leg to start an early pin.

ONE!

Vaguely, as he struggled to wake himself up, he had heard some kind of cheering, had been aware that Haru was doing…something. Now, though, he seemed to be done with whatever he was doing (showing off, presumably) and was pinning John. John suddenly felt himself roll over, and he coughed as blood got onto his face and in his mouth. He spat it out, and then felt Haru over his body.

John heard the count…then another

TWO!

No way, he couldn’t let himself loose this early. With a shout of rage, he kicked out of the pin, stopping Haru for the moment.

John ended up kicking out at the two count, souring Haru's mood. Alright tough guy, there would always be more punishment waiting for him. He had a million more ways left with which he could utterly demolish the Tension chump. Haru shoved away from John, getting back to his feet and taking a few steps back.

"You still want more, champ? Well I've got plenty to give, so get your ass up" Haru jeered, wiping some sweat from his brow and placing his hands boldly on his hips. His stare was fixated on John and his body was tense, he couldn't wait to lay into him some more and then claim his prize.

“Ahhhhg you talk too much, and your face is ridiculous!” John grumbled out as he felt Haru get up off of him and back off. Haru taunted him to stand, and then cockily put his hands on his hips, leaving himself open.

John was still wiggly, but he wasn’t out for the count yet, he still had some reserves to dig into. If Haru was going to give him a chance to use them, so much to better.

John started to get up, onto his knees at first, as if too wounded to stand up right now. But then, suddenly, he let out a roar, screaming as he sprung up, trying to angle his body forward and spring his shoulder right into Haru’s waist to take him down and knock him onto the ground!

To any sane person, John's comeback would have been comical at best and they'd have seen it as pitiful. But Haru was seeing red right now, furious he'd been denied his glorious early victory. Even the way John wobbled and struggled to get up was starting to annoy him. Rash and impatient by nature, Haru was going to drag John back up when he was caught by surprise.

John sprung up with a roar, staying low and getting up under Haru's guard. Haru's feet were knocked out from under him with a startled yell and his vision blurred as he was speared down into the mat. His back hit first with a loud THUMP. Haru was momentarily dazed, his brain racing to figure out what could have possibly happened, as if John retaliating was utterly inconceivable.

John huffed and puffed, riding the dangerous line between recovering and exhausting himself, as he managed to take Haru down. He couldn’t really open up his powerhouse toolset right now, as he was still trying to recuperate. What he needed was a nice hold to weaken Haru and let John have some seconds to catch his breath.

As quick as he could, John tried to adjust himself into a sitting position, planting his ass, unintentionally, right on Haru’s crotch, while he reached forward and tried to grab Haru’s hair. His goal was to grab the other man’s head, yank him forward, and tuck Haru’s head against his side while his arm snaked around his neck to choke him, his body held Haru down, and his hold bent Haru uncomfortably forward.

Haru huffed as John scrambled to get on top of him, seating himself right atop his hips and crotch. His hair was pulled and his upper half lifted off the ring floor towards Johns side. Haru had a good inclination of where this scenario was headed and pushed against Johns abdomen, but it was of little use; John had firmly secured Haru's head in place.

Haru swallowed hard as the forearm began to press up into his throat and compress his airway, and the strain of being positioned at such an odd angle began to ache his back. This left him with rather few avenues of escape. 

For one, John was sitting on him and he was not a welterweight, and moreso that it would be almost impossible to get his legs under himself to get up. Two, John had a tight grip on his head and was working a choke, limiting his upper mobility. However, Haru still had one method of resistance, and perhaps his greatest weapon; his arms were free! Years of training in boxing meant he had cannons for arms, and he was going to put them to use. With a growl of anger, Haru balled his feet and drove it into Johns side. A decent hit, but this was a race against the clock. If John could recover that would mean his lead would weaken or even vanish.