Klaus Geilen vs Haru Fujiwara

Haru was floored by the dropkick that Klaus nailed him with, and as he laid down on the ground, the younger male almost looked astounded by what he had accomplished. Blinking twice, he suddenly realised he was wasting valuable time and instantly rose off the canvas. His eyes flickered from the downed Haru, to the ropes all around the ring.

The gears in his head quickly rotated in place to create an idea; Klaus ran to the ropes and slammed his back into them, causing him to rocket off them and dash towards Haru with increased momentum. When he got close enough, the Black Testament would somersault forward, feet off the ground and twisting in the air to crash down upon Haru, his chest facing downwards.

Haru continued to play up the dropkick as worse than it was, moaning and groaning as he rolled slowly back and forth on the mat. Klaus hauled himself up and ran into the ropes as he tried to set up something big. But Haru would never let him get the chance.

After Klaus had jumped in the air, Haru immediately rolled right out of the way, allowing the jobber boy to miss by a decent margin and crash into the mat. Popping up to his feet, Haru advanced on him slowly, hands on hips and wicked thoughts racing through his mind on how to torment him next. Sticking his elbow out, he slapped it twice before simply dropping his weight and delivering his elbow into the bottom of Klaus's back.

There was only time for a brief flicker of disbelief to cross into Klaus' eyes as Haru evaded the maneuver, sending Klaus crashing to the ground. "Oof!!" Pain snapped across his abdominal and chest as he laid their face down, gritting his teeth to try and subside the agony. He glanced up to see Haru looking down at him like a predator.

When the older male held out his elbow, Klaus' eyes widened, but his injury from the botched somersault impeded him rolling away. Instead, he was nailed in the back as Haru dropped the ground and spiked his elbow into the bottom of his back. "Aaagh!" He cried out as the impact was delivered.

"Aaagh!" Haru mocked, repeating Klaus's cry of agony. He laughed and slapped Klaus's cheek to mess with him, and the crowd seemed to laugh along with Haru. He was clearly in control of this match; he knew it, the crowd knew it, and if Klaus didn't know it yet, Haru didn't mind rubbing the point in.

Haru placed his knee over the back of Klaus's neck and set his weight on it, effectively pinning him there for the time being. Knowing he had all the time in the world, Haru decided to flex each arm in different positions, posing for a few seconds and then moving onto the next. And when he had fed off the crowd's energy, his focus shifted back to his victim.

Haru delivered a mean punch to the back of Klaus's right knee out of spite, and then grabs that ankle. He drapes the ankle behind his neck and starts pushing down on Klaus's shin and thigh, thereby increasing pressure on the knee with a well-executed argentine leglock. With the height difference between them and Haru's weight bearing down on the back of Klaus's neck, the poor boy's body was almost completely lifted off the mat. The pain in his spine and knee must have been excruciating.

"Welcome to the big leagues, jobber boy" Haru said with a laugh, reveling in every moment of the torture.

A loud SMACK echoed around the ring as Klaus felt Haru slap his cheek in a teasing manner. The boy gritted his teeth to ignore the amusement of the crowd, but before he could make any movements to actually escape Haru, he felt the older male rest his knee on the back of the younger boy's neck. As the weight of his opponent bared down upon him without mercy, Klaus tried to thrash his body free, but was trapped. He could only lay there helplessly, face pressed against the canvas, as out of the corner of his right eye he saw Haru basking in the cheers of the audience whilst flexing his taut and impressive muscles.

When Haru finally turned his attention back to Klaus, the first thing the German felt was fierce knuckles slamming into the back of his right knee, causing sharp pain to shoot through his leg. "Aah!!" His leg limp from the strike allowed Haru to grasp hold of the right ankle without resistance, hanging it over his neck as the older male began to apply downward pressure on Klaus's knee via the shin and thigh.

"U...Uaagh!!!" Klaus felt his stomach and chest lift off the canvas against his will. His back bent in a harsh manner and agony sped through every part of his knee as it was twisted by Haru. "G...ngh..." The young male's face was still pressed into the canvas, one eye closed and the other ablaze with pain. The only part of his body still free were his arms, and he tried to crawl his way to the ropes. But the weight of Haru's knee on his neck was too much, and the grip on Klaus' ankle prevented him from getting away. So instead, he moved his hands to take ahold of Haru's knee and shove it off the back of his neck. But Klaus had far less strength to boast off compared to his foe, and so would make little progress.

"Speak properly...you...dolt..." He managed to speak despite his excruciating and humiliating position as he still tried to bring Haru's knee off the back of his neck. "What the heck....is a jobber...?"

Klaus squirmed and kicked and struggled for all that his small frame could afford, and yet it would do nothing in the face of Haru's superior physique. The jobber's hands desperately pawed and pushed at his knee digging into his neck, but it did little more than tickle Haru. Klaus's body continued to dangle off the mat as Haru pulled the leg farther behind his neck that when combined with the force his weight was putting on Klaus's neck, he half-wondered if he might snap the boy's head off like a doll or an action figure.

Haru was momentarily dumbstruck when Klaus insisted on being told what a jobber was. It was one thing for someone so unfit to be a wrestler to have made it into the AFW, and another entirely for them to be ignorant of what kind of role they'd play in the ring either. Haru released Klaus's leg and let gravity return the boy's body back to the mat with a smack. "What's a jobber?" Haru repeated, shoving off of Klaus as he stood up. "What's a jobber?!" he repeated again with more intensity, grabbing hold of Klaus's arms and hauling him up to his feet. He laughed in disbelief at the situation. "Oh man, I thought I'd seen it all. If you don't know what a jobber is by the end of the match, ask me again" Haru grinned, lifting his leg and delivering a hard kick to Klaus's chest to knock the poor guy down again.

But Klaus would get no rest then either; Haru had more in store for him. He reached down and grabbed Klaus's ankle, dragging him to the center of the mat and away from all the ropes. This time he grabs Klaus by his throat and lifts him to his feet, and in an impressive display of strength and physical prowess, lifts the jobber into the air. Haru looks around at the crowd and waves his arms, aiming to rile them up further in preparation for his next move. Haru spun slightly and thrust Klaus down, but rather than hitting the mat, Haru brought Klaus down across his knee for a devastating chokeslam backbreaker.

His leg was aflame with pain as it flopped to the ground as Haru released it, following by his body hitting the canvas of the ring with searing agony down the spine. As Haru shoved him away, Klaus held his arm to his back and rolled, his eyes closed and his teeth pressed together as he tried to bear the torment.

But his moment of respite was short lived; the older wrestler took hold of his arms and yanked him to his feet. Klaus kept his eyes shut, but could hear the sound of Haru laughing, a clear indicator that he was taking delight in making this naive newcomer to the ring suffer. The German opened his eyes to see the older wrestling grinning at him arrogantly, before raising his leg up to strike Klaus directly across the chest with a fierce kick.

"Oof!!" Klaus smacked down upon the mat, red tender marks forming on his chest from the impact. Haru not only knew melee attacks, but how to deliver them with precise accuracy and strength. It made for a frightening combination. But it was even more alarming when Haru grabbed his ankle and purposefully pulled him into the center of the ring, none of the ropes in reach which left him at a disadvantage when he was on the receiving end. Haru knelt down to wrap his hands around Klaus' throat, the younger male feeling himself firstly hauled to his feet. But his eyes widened with horror as his foe didn't stop there. With impeccable strength that made Klaus feel like a feather, he was lifted into the air, his boots leaving the canvas behind and legs dangling above the mat.

Klaus could feel the tight grip of his opponent, and tried to pry him off with his own hands with little success. Even when Haru released a hand to wave to the crowd and draw their excitement to him, Klaus still struggled to break the hold and earn his escape. But when Haru began to turn, his body grew slack as he realised he was too late to break free.

Klaus was spiked down directly onto Haru's knee, his back nailing the brutal sweetspot that the older wrestler had been aiming for. Klaus' eyes glazed over with pain as he howled loudly from the impact, the sound echoing around the entire arena. His back felt like glass that, while hadn't been broken, had instead been cracked. His arms fell to the side, limp, as his head drooped back and hanged upside down, the jobber groaning as he was left in a perfect position for Haru to follow up however he pleased.

After destroying Klaus's back with a sickening thwack across his knee, he let the boy hang there limply, balancing him with only one forearm across the throat. Haru looked at the battered and nearly lifeless body dangling in front of him like a mean-spirited child inspecting a toy, wondering if they had broken it after particularly rough use. Much to his delight, Klaus still seemed semi-conscious and a knockout couldn't be declared, meaning Haru would get more mileage out of this jobber yet.

"Don't die on me now, jobber-boy, we're just starting to have some fun. Chin up, sport!" Haru jeered, taking his free hand and raising it up into the air. He pulled his fingers inward into a claw shape, and then slammed them down into Klaus's abdomen. He dug his fingers into the smooth skin with little resistance, twisting them about to cause intense friction and to torment him further with the ab claw.

"Aren't we having fun Klaus? Say it! The crowd's waiting!" he demanded, letting up on the claw briefly to allow Klaus to speak clearly. Well, as clearly as he could manage with such bruises and pain obviously racking his body.

It was as if fire was searing through Klaus' back as the jobber hanged almost lifelessly upon Haru's knee. The precise point the heel had slammed him upon was especially painful, and Klaus felt his vision glaze over from the pain. As Haru reveled in taunting him, Klaus managed to bring his head up, his sight foggy and convoluted with things that mashed together. His eyesight began to clear, revealing several lights overhead. And eclipsed within those lights was a hand, the fingers bending into a claw shape...

His eyes widened as the hand swooped down and began to rake his abdominal region. "Ugh!!" The nails dug into his soft skin and twisted and yanked in several directions. Klaus squirmed as much as his body would permit, his damaged back holding him back to display any strong form of resistance. The friction caused by the move soon turned his stomach red and tender, and the pain seared across his abs like an inferno in almost perfect sync with the agony in his back.

In a moment of weakness, the German let out a small sound of grateful release as Haru briefly ceased the claw move. He demanded Klaus address the crowd. He was mocking him again, and the smaller wrestler at first could only pant and wince from the harsh feeling across his abs. Sweat even glistened on the top of his forehead. However, he finally mustered a repulsed look at Haru, defying the older wrestler despite his current predicament. "Ask me that...when you're sleeping your defeat off...at the end of this!" He growled, like a pup attempting to stand up to a much older and more experienced canine.

Klaus was looking absolutely pitiful at this point, draped as he was over the hard edge of Haru's knee. His body had been used and abused in move after move, and unfortunately for him, the match was far from it's finish. The fire that Klaus spat back at Haru with was a good indication that he wasn't doing his job well enough. Oh no, he had been far too easy on him thus far, and he'd need to step up his game in order to make up for it.

With a look of sheer disgust, Haru swept Klaus from his knee and let him tumble to the ring floor. Haru presses to his feet and plants the bottom of his foot on Klaus's cheek in a show of dominance.

"You hear that? Jobber-boy-wonder here is still delusional!" Haru told the crowd, placing his hands on his hips as he looked down at his prey. Oh the wonderful tools he had at his disposal to dismantle and destroy his body, and better yet, his spirit. Haru removed his foot from Klaus's face and grabbed his hair, yanking the boy quickly up to his feet. He bent his knees briefly and wrapped his arms, huge in comparison to Klaus's slender form, tightly around Klaus's sides and locked his arms. Haru then stood up, lifting Klaus off his feet in the bearhug and began to crush him against his bare chest.