No Holds Barred Debut! Ronin vs Haru Fujiwara

NO HOLDS BARRED. Victory achieved by pinfall, KO, or submission.

Ronin:

VS

Haru Fujiwara:

Haru pounded his knuckles together backstage as he psyched himself up for the night's festivities. He was grinning per usual, but tonight was going to be extra special, he had the chance to take a guy's ring virginity and destroy him during his debut appearance. To make matters more interesting, it was a no hold's barred match up, so he was free to beat, clobber, and bash the guy any way his heart desired. It had been a while since he'd had an official match in the ring, and Haru was eager to stretch his muscles in a real fight once more.

Old hard rock poured from the speakers and the spotlight descended center stage as Haru pushed through the curtains, waving to adoring fans and haters alike. His body was looking good tonight, so good in fact it put Michaelangelo to shame. His dark skin shone under the light and aided to show off the hard-worked muscle definition as he strolled to the ring.

Haru slipped under the ropes and rose to his feet, casually resting on his laurels against the ropes like he owned the place. Whoever this new guy was, Haru wasn't worried the slightest.

To be honest, the new wrestler had no idea what he was getting into. Perhaps getting into a NHB match as a debut wasn't the smartest move he'd ever had, but it was definitely worth a shot. It was his specialty, after all! Yet as Ronin stared at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel like there was something he was missing. Once his opponent's theme began to play, however, he knew he didn't have a chance to put his finger on it; he slammed the locker door closed and moved to go to the stage.

Once Haru finished his entrance, it was time for the Ronin. He walked outside as the beginning chords began to play of his entrance theme -- though once it came to the first "whoo whoo!" he thrust a hand up into the air at the same time, beginning his jog down to the ring. He wasn't much of a showboat; that hand thrust was really the most attention he drew to himself through the entire opening.

He moved onto the ring, hopping over the third rope and moving to the other side of the ring. His own tanned skin shimmered under the spotlight, those rippling muscles tense as Ronin eyed Haru. He gave no quips, no trash talk towards his opponent -- just a simple bow after a few moments, waiting for the bell to ring.

Haru yawned in disinterest as Ronin made a simple and boring entrance, devoid of very much crowdpleasing or attempts to win fan favor. Maybe it was a smart move considering it was his debut, but it definitely wasn't Haru's style. He raised a single brow and made an unimpressed face when Ronin stepped into the ring. He was roughly around Haru's size, perhaps a hair's breadth bigger.

He got up from the ropes with a disinterested sigh and rolled his eyes at Ronin's bow, he didn't care for the honorable samurai shtick. "Hope your game is better than your entrance" he laughed, sauntering forward to the center of the ring. He nodded to the ref and settled into a comfortable boxing stance, raising his fists as he squared off against Ronin.

Ronin noticed the yawn, though he figured that the "boring" entrance might have given him a slight advantage; in which Haru might be lured into a false sense of security as a result. He made no comment as Haru spoke up, his lips curling upward in a small smile for just a moment. He moved forward, not looking to go into any offensive move; he just stood upright, hands behind his back as the bell rang.

He remained in the very boring position, as if he was looking at a museum exhibit and not in a wrestling match. He was looking Haru over, checking for any holes in his defense. He wasn't much of a heavy hitter, but he knew how to punch. He bowed once more -- though really, the point behind that was to get himself a little closer and aim a punch for Haru's gut on the way up. He was trying to get his opponent to bend over as if he was bowing so he could get him into a headlock though if Haru was smart, he would do that to Ronin first.

Haru looked at Ronin like he was an idiot for not putting up his guard once the bell had rung. He even bowed again, what was up with him? Ronin would soon learn he'd have to come up with some pretty unorthodox punches in order to fool him, years upon years of boxing experience alerted him the moment he saw the muscles in Ronin's arms tense.

Haru side-stepped cleanly and aimed a flurry of clean jabs at the side of Ronin's shoulder, neck and then head. He continued circling as he attempted to get behind Ronin, throwing additional quick jabs to keep Ronin's arms occupied with blocking or countering.

Like a cat stalking a mouse, Haru was waiting for Ronin's footwork to get sloppy. The moment that happened, Haru would charge with a swift right hook. If Ronin tried to back up, his feet would get caught together and hopefully he'd trip up!

It was good to know that his opponent wouldn't be fooled by such a simple deception as that. He had hoped that by keeping his whole body tense that it would lessen any tells that he had for a punch, but it wasn't enough. When it came to boxing or brawling, he wouldn't be able to hold his own against Haru, that much was clear. He was quickly assaulted by the jabs, ducking and weaving out of the way of the blows to his head, but still was caught in the man's trap. "Tch," he uttered quietly, turning with Haru, still not moving his hands up to block. He had to be smarter, he had to go for dodging instead.

Which helped him out in the long run. He made sure to telegraph his footwork a bit more, showing him tripping up a little bit -- just enough for Haru to pounce. Perfect. As he came in for that right hook, Ronin moved out of the way at the last moment and grabbed for his arm. If successful, he would fall backwards, yanking Haru with him -- and he would jut his legs up, moving to use them as a fulcrum and flip Haru over himself and onto his back.

Haru's hook was a solid punch, there was no denying it, but it wouldn't hold up if his assumptions were untrue. Ronin's purposeful telegraphing of his footwork led Haru into a trap that snapped shut soon as his arm sailed past Ronin. The newcomer dragged Haru down and jabbed his feet into his abdomen to monkey flip him down to the mat.

"Whu--" Haru grunted, somewhat taken aback by the quick move. He wasn't quite sure where he had gone wrong, his own footwork and punch were solid, so it must have been something on Ronin's end. Haru wasn't awestruck for too long, he was already rolling onto his chest and pushing up.

From his knees Haru immediately had his fists up again, and in the style of no holds barred, went for a lowblow punch to Ronin's balls!

While Ronin had to learn how to throw a punch in a way that wouldn't be known by Haru, Haru had to learn that Ronin moved through subterfuge. There was a reason why he went by Ronin, in the end. Haru was easily taken aback by the move, as Ronin expected -- but he knew he wouldn't be able to do that move again with Haru, not for a while. He shifted quickly as Haru moved over him, getting to his feet before his opponent.

He was expecting the punch, sure. Haru was a brawler, it was to be expected. But he wasn't exactly expecting the low blow. That punch landed straight into his balls, making him fall backward with a grunt, clutching his groin. He was used to ball shots, but they still hurt like a bitch. He growled softly, shifting to roll away before he was caught in the weak spot.

Haru's hook might not have driven home, but his sucker punch sure did the trick. Ronin was now rolling around on his back in pain, leaving him quite vulnerable for Haru to pounce on. He popped to his feet and took a few running steps, then leaped into the air. He caught Ronin mid-roll and landed knees first into the man's back, leading him to straddle him from there.

He reached forward for the man's hair, yanking his head up while his other hand raked across Ronin's face. It earned a round of cheers and applause from the hardcore fans, which made Haru's attitude lift and his face grin once more. He threw Ronin's head back forward and got off him, blowing a kiss to the audience as he waved his hands in the air to rev them up.

"Get! Up!" Haru shouted at his fallen foe. As he was about to stand, Haru charged at the man again and jutted his knee forward for the man's jaw.

Ronin would have to watch out for those sucker punches; it was a no holds barred match, and Haru here seemed to like that fact. Sadly, Ronin was too busy thinking ahead to see what was happening in front of him; he was caught under those knees and pulled up by his hair with a soft grunt, the fingers raking across his face. He grimaced at the pain, but worked to internalize it as best he could; the other man was a showboat, and he was clearly succumbing to the cheers of the audience. He just had to work that angle.

He shifted over onto his back for a moment, just enough to read the situation before going onto his stomach again, acting like it was a roll of pain. He slowly got up, noticing the charge -- and he dropped down onto his back at the last moment, using the chance to aim his fist up and into Haru's crotch.