Midnight Rematch! Ronin vs Haru Fujiwara, the Ambush Match

AMBUSH MATCH. Winner must win by pinfall or submission! No holds are barred!

Ronin:

VS.

Haru Fujiwara:

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It was late at night, but Ronin had this in planning since before he finished his first match against Haru Fujiwara, the bastard. It was the moment when he said, "Whatever gets you to sleep at night…" that got those internal gears spinning. What better time to ensure his victory than to sneak up on him in the middle of the night? Haru had attacked his honor and humiliated him, used hentai moves in a non-hentai match. Well, he was gonna see just how far Ronin would go in order to get back at him for that.

He still had some recollection of skills from his trials as a troubled youth, so getting into the house was easy. He slipped in with the referee, though he gave a small snort as he saw the view -- and another one as he saw the ring right past the living room. Jeez, it was like the dude was asking for it. He shook his head, taking a moment to get acquainted with the area, not bothering to turn on the lights quite yet. No, he didn't want to give any indication he was there. He stepped quietly, stripping off his shirt and pants, leaving him in another pair of trunks, these black and not quite as revealing. He also had a dance belt on beneath them, in case Haru tried to go for a similar maneuver as last time.

It was time. He slipped over to the room Haru was sound asleep in, creeping up on him. He yanked the blanket off of his opponent and pulled him up, moving to put him into a full nelson hold, his mouth just inches from Haru's ear. "I told you I would be getting you back for that shit." Hopefully, he was still dazed from sleep; if he had the chance, he would try to move out of the bedroom, going into the doorway -- and moving to slam Haru's head into the doorframe. Trying to start the match off, with a bang.

Haru was fast asleep when the conniving ambusher snuck into his apartment, referee in tow, for an ambush match in the middle of the night. They made an impressively small amount of noise as they entered and searched the place for his resting place, and finally found Haru face down in a pile of black silken sheets. The top cover haphazardly covered his back and waist, he was clearly a sleeper who moved around a lot. The slumbering man was shirtless and clad in loose pajama pants, completely at ease for the next few moments his peace lasted.

Ronin leaped onto the bed and threw the covers off of Haru right away. A groggy Haru was dragged into a sitting position and his arms wrenched into the air with a full nelson. "Tha' hell?" he asked with a yawn as he tried to make sense of the sudden action. Was he dreaming? Who did that voice belong to? Why did it sound familiar? Was this some sort of home invasion?

As Haru's half-asleep brain roused itself, he was dragged from the bed and marched towards the door. WHAM! His forehead blasted into the frame as Ronin walked him out of the bedroom. The pain seemed to remind him that he still had limbs, and his first reaction was to reach down and wipe the sleep from his face. Ronin's nelson effectively prevented that, and the frustration of his will being denied seemed to wake him up more quickly.

"What the fuck!? Let me go, asshole!" he shouted as he kicked his feet into the air, trying to find something to catch his foot on to prevent himself from being dragged. He still couldn't quite see or think straight, but his body seemed alive enough to be fighting back, if somewhat haphazardly.

"Miss me, princess?"

Ronin smirked at the cursing and struggling bundle of man in his arms, cranking on that nelson hold a bit more. He shifted for a moment, before pushing up against Haru, trying to ram the two of them against the wall, with Haru's head bent a bit from the full nelson he was stuck in. "It's the rematch. Figured you had the upper-hand last time, time to get the upper-hand this time, no?"

He brought the struggling Haru into the living room first, the mat within sight. But he wanted to fuck around with Haru a bit more. Really rile him up. So he moved forward, pushing Haru out -- and moving to trip him, trying to send him straight onto the wooden table. "Such a nice table…" he commented.

Ronin stepped backward for a moment -- and rushed forward, jumping up at the last moment and working to land both feet on Haru! Even if Haru managed to roll away in time, the table would surely be smashed under his feet, and that was good enough for Ronin.

All Ronin wanted was revenge, and he would get that in any way he could. Sure, it was petty; but Ronin found he didn't give a fuck about that. The honorable aspect of him went out the window when Haru jacked him off in front of a live studio audience. No, now he was playing for keeps, and Haru would see how much of a heel he could be. If Haru looked up at Ronin, he would see a different man than the one who walked into the ring the other day; he would see a man with nothing left to lose. And that was what made him terrifying.

Princess? Now what annoying as fuck little greenhorn was used to calling him that? Haru growled as he pegged a name and a face to the voice, what the fuck was that punk doing here? "What, did get enough of me last time? Had to catch me in bed?" he half-grunted, half-laughed as he kicked his legs out and threw his weight around to make Ronin's dragging of him more difficult.

They fought and struggled well into the living area, where Haru was shoved towards an end table with a lamp. Haru doubled over the small half-table, clumsily knocking the lamp to the floor as he fell to a seated position. Ronin was well underway charging at him, from which point Haru quickly rolled to the side. Ronin's weight smashed the table and Haru cursed at him, that one was an apartment-warming gift dammit!

Now back on his feet, Haru's eyes darted across the room to find a second person in his apartment, a referee? So this was an ambush match rather than a home invasion, that much at least calmed the klaxons going off in his head. "I'm so gonna enjoy kicking your ass again" Haru growled as he darted forward, grabbing at Ronin as he went for a shoulder-elbow lock-up. He was gonna continue to push and shove Ronin backwards till his back ran into the end of the couch.

Of course, there was one thing that Ronin had over Haru, and that was a lack of attachment to the place. As long as they were in the main rooms, Haru would, in theory, pull back a bit in fear of messing up his stuff. Ronin, however, wanted to ruin it all. He wanted to make Haru realize that fucking with him was the last thing he should have ever done.

Ronin stepped out of the remains of the table, keeping it in mind for the moment, as he looked back up at Haru. "Oh, sorry. Was that important? Oh well." That grin was plastered in his face, showing Haru that he wasn't playing around anymore. He took a step back as Haru noticed the referee, before preparing himself for his next attack. A piece of him couldn't help but get distracted by Haru's body, breathing heavily, those muscles contracting and expanding…

Then came the arm and shoulder lock up. Ronin snapped out of his reverie in order to meet up with the hold, feeling himself give way due to those extra seconds. No matter; he let himself fall over the end of the couch, trying to tuck himself in so he could kick Haru up and over him, hopefully landing somewhere hard.

Haru's bare chest collided with Ronin's as his momentum allowed him to drive the man into the couch. He started to bend the man backwards over the lip, and the man had a similar idea as well. He yanked Haru with him and together they tumbled over the couch and onto the ground. An unlucky twist of fate had Haru land harshly on his back between the couch and the glass coffee table, and a moment later Ronin's weight fell down atop him.

"Damn you're heavy as fuck, ease up on the carbs" Haru growled as he threw an elbow up into Ronin's pecs as he thrashed him to the side. The glass table screeched as it slid an inch or two across the floor, but there just wasn't enough room to fully separate them.

The jokes weren't coming like they did in the last match; it was how Ronin knew he was doing something right. Their naked torsos were colliding, grinding together, and it was driving Ronin mad; all he wanted to do was throw Haru against the floor and make out with him. But he wanted to see Haru with a fucked up face just a little bit more.

As they collided with the floor, Ronin gave a small grunt. Though he lucked out big time; Haru was trapped beneath him. He grinned a bit, shifting up -- and straddling Haru's chest, grabbing for his hair -- and trying to slam his head against the floor several times. He kept his own body in the middle of Haru's massive, musclebound frame, trying to make it hard for Haru to get free, even if he wanted to try and use his legs.

Ronin was quiet, focused. He was going to fuck Haru up as much as he could. He would follow up the head slams by shifting, trying to pin the other Japanese man's hands to his sides. From there, he'd pull Haru's head up -- and, after letting go for a second, quickly move to slam it down once more by thrusting a hand at his neck and trying to choke him!

Ronin took advantage of their positions to mount his chest, sitting all 230 lbs atop Haru's abs to keep him in place beneath him. There was really one main reason anyone ever took a mount like that, it was a textbook ground and pound. Haru's forearms immediately came to block his face, great if Ronin was gonna maul him, but not so great for the back of his head.

Haru's head cracked against the hard floor one, twice, three times before the man was grabbing at his arms. Even dazed as he was he could note the irony in being schoolboy pinned in his own living room. "A schoolboy pin? I hurt your feelings that bad you regre--uchkk!" Haru's taunts were cut off when a hand clamped down around his throat for a manual, serial-killer style choke.

His feet smacked against the bare floor as he coughed and spluttered, his biceps bulging and chest heaving as he tried to power Ronin away. His oxygen was running out and the man wasn't budging, leading Haru's next choice to throw his knees up into Ronin's back, ideally with enough force to unseat him and free himself!

Of course, he knew that Haru would go to protect his face -- he had to, it was part of his boxing training! Ronin had poured over Haru's previous matches as much as he could, even went into his history to try and figure out how he would react when faced with a certain situation. That's why he went for the hair and banged it against the floor; Haru would think that he would try to punch him in the face. That's what most people do.

It was nice, hearing Haru's voice choke out for a moment. Sure, it was a crude way of attacking -- just choking him? Jeez, was he trying to kill him? Well…Ronin wasn't quite sure yet. But it didn't matter, he knew Haru would find a way out of it. Even if he didn't, Ronin would stop before he passed out. He had so much fun planned, he would hate to make Haru miss out! "Sorry, couldn't hear what you said. You got a little something in your throat."

Of course, when the knees came into his back, he loosened his grip immediately. He let himself get unseated, falling over Haru. But he reached back, now that he was out of the way -- and moved to tip that glass table onto Haru, hopefully when he was trying to sit up.

Ronin took satisfaction in choking Haru and interrupting his speech, that much was abundantly clear from the smirk on his face. And the wild yet controlled rage in his eyes? This was more than just a little bit of petty revenge, Ronin was out for blood, he wanted pain and he was gonna stop at nothing to get it.

Thankfully the jabby knees into Ronin's back was enough to make the man disengage, he rolled forward over Haru's head. The glass table screeched again as Ronin tried tipping it over, but all that did was nudge Haru into the couch. Sensing an opportunity, Haru's hand snatched a pillow from nearby and he threw it Ronin's face.

While the man was busy deflecting it, Haru would rise to his feet and throw a nasty kick at the side of the man's head, stumbling as he did backwards as he tried to regain his bearings. Damn did his hurt like a mother! Why did he have to go for the smooth stone floors? What was wrong with carpet?