Klaus Geilen vs Haru Fujiwara

HARU FUJIWARA:

VS

KLAUS GEILEN:

Match type: Standard
Winning Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, Knockout

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The smooth sound of the knees pads being dragged up an arm.

The creak of the wrestling boots to check they were on securely.

A fan of his hair to keep it out of his eyes.

Klaus wrapped his cape around himself and fastened it, his eyes appraising his appearance in the mirror of his dressing room. A scowl was reflected back at him, but he was actually satisfied. Tonight was the first night that he would walk onto a stage of his own choosing. One he had decided to walk, with no one instructing or leading him. He lacked experience, but the drive within the young male fueled his determined spirit. You wouldn't guess it from the icy composure, but he was excited. This debut was his freedom, and he was going to make it one to remember.

He strode out of his room and down the corridor, his cape flapping behind him slightly. As Klaus made his entrance to the arena, the first part of Engage The Enemy began to play, barely audible over the cheers that greeted him. The bright lights twisted and shone from above in all directions, bathing him. He was used to these theatrics, but the roars of the audience was completely new to him. He was used to a quiet and patient crowd, that only burst into applause at the end. He'd never heard such eager voices, and he took a moment to bask in them as well as the lights.

Though, regardless of whether the audience approved of him or not, Klaus wasn't here to entertain them. When he stepped into that ring, it would be for himself, marking his entrance into the world of wrestling. The boy began to walk down the ramp with a permanent frown on his face. Screams of females were especially loud and this grated on his ears. As he reached the side of the ring, he glanced at those specific few with disdain, grabbing the bottom rope and throwing himself over the top. A brief demonstration of his aerial mobility.

He moved into the centre of the ring as the yells intensified. He made eye contact once with the referee before his eyes merely swept over the audience with a cold look, but he said nothing or made no motions. Klaus would then move towards the corner and wait for his opponent to arrive. He had no idea who he would be facing, but that didn't matter. All that mattered is that he carved his own path, no matter how experienced or intimidating his foe might be.

The lights in the arena dimmed as they started to play Haru's music over the speakers, building up the tension for his grand entrance. He was accompanied by jets of spark and flame as the lights came up and Haru emerged to the roar of the crowd. Having appeared second, he took his sweet time making it down ringside.

As he popped up into the ring, Haru finally got a chance to give his opponent a good look over. It was clear from his size that this was to be another squash match, but what in the world was he wearing? A cape? Was this kid for real? Not to mention that he looked like he was a 12 year old who ought to be in the audience rather than playing at being a wrestler.

Haru couldn't help but laugh at Klaus’s getup as he looked around to the chagrin of the crowd. They knew just as well as he the beatdown that was awaiting this poor soul. He knew some honestly thought they had a chance at winning when they stepped in the ring, while others he thought just secretly liked getting kicked around. Either way, Haru would oblige.

Placing his hands on his hips, he nodded at the referee to signal that he was ready. Without changing to any sort of fighting stance, Haru stared down Klaus with a bemused half-smile. He'd allow the poor boy the first move of the match, it was probably the last advantage he'd enjoy during the course of the match.

Klaus's opponent arrived to greater theatrics than himself, bursts of fire and sparks exploding into the air upon his arrival and prompting the audience to roar in response. The adrenaline of the entrance fueled them, and Klaus watched his foe walk deliberately slow towards the ring with a frown. As Haru entered the ring, he regarded Klaus's attire with amusement, chuckling to himself. The boy's frown deepened.

He already didn't like his opponent.

Klaus unfastened his cape and dramatically threw it off, the article of clothing floating outside of the ring to the floor. He wore black square cut trunks with cursive silver lines on the sides, and black elbow and knee pads. His boots were mostly black, but silver at the front and on the sides as well. Klaus's body was slim, but athletic, like a gymnastic.

He was much smaller and less muscular than Haru, but he didn't let that intimidate him. What unnerved him more was the almost nonchalant behaviour of his opponent. Haru had assumed no fighting stance or posture, merely stared Klaus down as a tiger would stare down cornered prey. His eyes narrowed at Haru's half smile. But he wasn't going to let his opponent frighten him.

"You know, you're quite old to be wrestling in AFW." Klaus finally spoke. "I'm rather surprised someone as old as you hasn't taken up retirement yet. I suppose even relics like yourself have to be doing something in this day and age."

Letting that insult hang between them, Klaus allowed the referee to check him over for weapons. As the bell rang, he approached his foe, shifting from side to side. "I'm Klaus Geilen. That's a name you'll remember after this match." As he moved closer, Klaus pulled his left fist back and let out a yell as he threw an uppercut towards Haru's chin.

Haru laughed again when Klaus threw his cape away dramatically, at least his getup was par for the course. However Klaus seemed to be taking things so seriously, Haru couldn't tell if the whole thing was just a gimmick or if he actually preferred it this way.

Haru rolled his neck out when Klaus taunted him, or tried to. At least there was one aspect of him that wasn't a total disappointment. Sure the insult could have been better, but truly it was the spunk that counted.

Klaus was quick on his feet when the bell rang, darting back and forth like a rabbit on his approach. However that rabbit made a grave mistake thinking he could catch Haru with a punch.

"Remember you with this kind of performance? Dream on" Haru grinned, having caught Klaus's fist within his own. To an experienced boxer, Klaus's untrained punch was telegraphed way in advance. His stance, how he shifted his weight, the angle of his body, Haru had read it all and seen this punch coming a mile away.

Haru wiggled his brows as he threw Klaus's arm aside and delivered a lightning quick jab of his own to Klaus's jaw, softened to surprise Klaus rather than really injure. That was what a real punch out to look like, well, at least in form rather than power.

A flicker of shock washed over Klaus's eyes as Haru trapped his fist, clenching it tight. The boy tried to yank it back, but his bigger foe had a strong grip that was difficult to break free of. He gritted his teeth as Haru grinned and wiggled his brows in a taunting gesture...

...and was promptly socked in the jaw, causing him to stagger back. The punch held little power to it, but Klaus's eyes grew wide from just how fast Haru had delivered the blow. The boy barely caught a glimpse of it, and it was more like a blur due to the speed Haru had thrown it at.

Klaus rubbed his jaw tenderly, glowering at Haru. "Don't think you can toy with me." He warned. His feet began to dance as he darted across the ring, seemingly going for a repeat uppercut. But instead, Klaus swung to Haru's side and used his speed to blitz behind him, wrapping his arms around the bigger man's waist.

"Hnnnngh!!!" Klaus would press his boots into the canvas and attempt to heave Haru off his feet for a German suplex. But Klaus severely underestimated the strength in his body and the larger, more muscular frame of his opponent. Try as he might, Klaus would struggle to even lift Haru's boots off the ground.

The confused look on Klaus's face when he was popped in the jaw was well worth the effort in pulling the punch. It seemed to just infuriate the boy more, ramp up his energy even more so that the thought of taking it all away was that much more appealing.

The rabbit boy began to dart about again and Haru was amused to see what would come of it. He telegraphed himself quite obviously again, even the feint which he tried to hide until the last second. The tiny arms encircled his waist from behind and gripped with all their might, yet he barely felt but the briefest unsettlings of his feet from the ground.

Haru placed his hands on his hips and made a comical troubled face much to the laughter of the crowd. "Are we dancing now?" Haru laughed, placing his hands over Klaus's arms so they could not be removed. He then made quick steps all about the ring, dragging Klaus around and making it seem like they were ballroom dancing. And when he was satisfied, he drove them into a turnbuckle, pinning him there with Haru's body as he leaned back.

Klaus was bemused by the laughter of the crowd, and that caused him to cease attempting to lift Haru. Suddenly, his arms were locked in place by Haru's strong grip, and he was pulled and yanked in several directions as his foe comically dragged him around the arena. "H-Hey!! I told you to stop toying around, you clown!!"

Haru kept on going, and Klaus kept feeling like a fool. Finally, he felt Haru shift his weight towards a turnbuckle, slamming his body against Klaus's own as the younger male grunted. Haru leaned back, trapping Klaus against the steel post and causing him to futilely struggle. "G...get...off..." He managed to murmur against the back of his opponent, who would only just be able to make out his words.

"Nah, don't feel like it"

Haru yawned for comedic effect as Klaus struggled to push him off, and checked an absent watch on his wrist for the time. It was clear he wasn't going anywhere unless he wanted to, and Haru decided it was about time to do so. First however he let his weight up, only to slam his back into Klaus first just so he got the memo.

Haru then walked casually back to the center of the ring, raising his arms for the crowd. He seemingly had left his guard down, too absorbed in gloating to pay much attention to his opponent.

Klaus gritted his teeth, his anger rising as Haru taunted the younger male. He tried to struggle harder, but it was only when Haru finally released Klaus that the boy finally felt freedom, giving a sigh of relief.

But then the older male slammed his back into Klaus, crushing him against the turnbuckle. "Oof!!" His eyes widened as pain shot through his midsection and his back seized up from striking the metal turnbuckle sharply. One arm was hanging over the ropes, while another clutched at his abdominal region as Haru sauntered back into the middle of the ring, showboating.

Klaus's head had been bowed low, but he lifted it up to eye his opponent. Resolve burned in his eyes as he bent his knees and suddenly sprang forward from the corner, lifting his legs up off the ground with the intent to nail Haru in the back with a drop kick.

Even as massive as Haru was in comparison, there was little he could do to outright defy physics, but he could work it to his advantage; so when Klaus launched himself in the air with a dropkick, Haru subtly took the hit as convincingly as he could.

Haru hit the ground with a loud smack (aided by the slamming of his fists), his hands then instantly moving to nurse the impacted area. He played up the hit as more significant than it were, in order to lure poor Klaus in.