Midnight Rematch! Ronin vs Haru Fujiwara, the Ambush Match

Ronin gave a small huff as the glass table just moved. He wanted to tip it over, but he would probably need both hands for that. No matter, he had another plan for that table, just give it time. He was definitely out for blood, but there were other moves that he needed to pay Haru back for as well. There were many debts to be owed in this match.

The pillow slammed into his face -- well, as much as a pillow could slam -- and he just moved it away. "A pillow? Desperate times, eh, princess?" he taunted, though he managed to dodge the kick just in time, which gave him a split second to counter the attack.

He grabbed for that ankle, trying to grab him and yank him back down to the floor before he could get up entirely. "I never said you could get up." He would grab for the pillow with the other hand and, if he brought Haru down to the floor, he would climb up on his blue-haired opponent and go for a modified crossface -- holding the pillow in Haru's face and his own hands in front of that.

Haru's pillow tactic was ineffective and his ankle was caught midair; he was no slouch, but definitely not a kickboxer. Haru tried to yank his foot back but Ronin swept him, his chest and hands landing on the floor with a loud smack! From behind Ronin would descend onto his back and shove a pillow in his face. He pulled back and the soft cushion morphed around his face, clogging up access to his airways.

"Mffhafhuufha!" Haru shouted through the muffled pillowcase. His fingers tore at the fabric as he tried to free his face, nevermind the pain in his back as he was arched up out of position. His chances of removing the pillow were slim, so Haru fought back another way! Throwing wild elbows behind him, aiming to hit any part of his aggressor that he could!

Oh, this match was getting better and better by the second. He had Haru at his control, suffering horribly at his hand. Why, he should get Haru in ambush matches much more often! He yanked back on the pillow and on his face as he began to shout, shaking his head. "Once again, I can't hear you! Sounds like you're choking on a dick, if I'm being honest." Haru could probably hear the grin in his voice at that comment.

The wild elbows didn't hit him often, but hit him enough to weaken his hold on Haru. Fine, that was enough for that. He began to stand up, only breaking the hold so he could grab Haru's hair and move to yank him to his feet, quickly grabbing for Haru's neck to put it into a tight grip. He really wanted to see the wrestler turn as blue as his hair, clearly. He stepped up onto the couch if successful, trying to pull Haru up -- and jump off, trying to chokeslam him straight into the glass table!

Haru was all gasps when the pillow was removed and his burning throat was exposed to crisp, chilled apartment air. There was no room to roll away and no time to crawl, Haru was only released so that Ronin could yank him to his feet. Once more his throat was grabbed and squeezed, cutting off his air. Did this guy have some sort of choking fetish? He might be more turned on if he wasn't half-sure Ronin was absolutely batshit crazy.

Instinct began to kick in and Haru's fist pounded cleanly into the side of Ronin's face. It didn't deter the man from jumping into the air and leading haru's back directly into the pristine surface of the coffee table. The glass shattered with an ear-splitting crash and shards of glass skittered across the smooth stone floors. Haru laid decked out in the center of the mess, his arms and legs handing over the thin metal rods that once made up the frame.

"Fucking....HELL!" Haru groaned low in pain. He was fairly certain it was his skull that cracked the table first and his weight that shattered it judging from the splitting headache, in addition to the new scores of small cuts across his back.

"You're gonna reimburse me for that one....asshole" Haru moaned as he slid onto his chest. Tiny bits of glass bit into the skin of his hands and forearms as he picked himself up out of the mess, and then promptly fell onto his chest. That was one blow he wasn't bouncing right back from....

If Ronin weren't running on pure anger and adrenaline, he might have climaxed in his pants over the prostrate Haru in the mess of glass. There was nothing more satisfying than feeling a man's breath in your hands -- and chokeslamming him. The glass table just made it all the better. He moved away from Haru as he spoke up the first time, concerned that he might be able to pick himself out of that quicker than Ronin expected. He walked over to a lamp that was on a wooden table and threw it as Haru began to get up. Of course, since he just went crumbling down once more, it missed and shattered on the floor. Oh well.

"I'd like to see you try, princess. What, no more clever nicknames for me?" he asked, moving forward once more -- and, again, grabbing for that mop of blue hair in order to yank Haru up to his feet, letting him lean against Ronin as he moved the two of them away from the mess.

"You've got some nice furniture here. Did you pick it out yourself? How about the wallpaper?" he questioned, before sending Haru careening into the wall, hoping to get him to collapse on that wooden shelf as well in order to break it too. Though, to be honest, he wasn't really looking; he had walked back over to the wooden table and grabbed half of it, moving to carry it over and slam it onto Haru, as if it was the removeable staircase next to the ring.

The sound of the lamp crashing to the floor made Haru's bank account cry. The end table, the lamps, the fucking glass coffee table currently embedded in his back, those charges were gonna add up! Not like the ref was gonna say anything about it, he was just getting paid to officiate. Haru listened for Ronin's bare footsteps as he came closer, he was gonna get that fucker back for all he'd done....

Ronin hauled Haru to his feet once more, his chest sagging towards the muscled man for support. Ronin made some comment about his furniture again, but Haru wasn't paying attention, he was waiting for his chance. His foe tried to shove Haru into the bookshelf next, but he'd be damned if he was gonna take another blow.

Haru grabbed Ronin's wrist and used the momentum to irish whip him into the shelf instead. Books and tiny knick-knacks rained down on Ronin's head from above while Haru staggered forth. He clutched the cord from the fallen lamp in his hands as he got behind him, and then wrapped the cord round the man's throat twice in quick sucession!

"You come into my house.....in the middle of the night....and start wrecking my shit?" Haru growled in anger as he drove his knee into the man's spine. "If you thought what I did to you in the ring was bad, you just wait to see what I'm going to do to you now"

The veins in Haru's arms bulged as he pulled back on the cord, using his knee to keep Ronin at bay and on the ground.

Each broken item was a small victory, even if, by some strange miracle, he ended up on the losing side of this match. He would have to pay for each of those items out of his own damn pocket, and it was nice enough just using him as a human battering ram for each of those things.

He had to be honest, he liked the feeling of Haru against him, leaning against him for support. Then again, he also liked the feeling of crushing Haru in his grip, so things were a little complicated in his head. Of course, it was his own small ego beginning to inflate that caused him to miss that his opponent was winding up for an attack.

He was irish whipped into the shelves, a couple of the books knocking him on his head. He grunted softly, moving to shield himself from the raining objects -- and then he got the cord around his neck. His breath faded quick, especially as the knee slammed into his back. Good to know, Haru liked going for breath control as well.

Those words were like faint sounds in the back of his head for all the good he was paying attention to them; he was too busy trying to get out of this hold. He reached up and grabbed for the cord, trying to shift backward into Haru's knee a bit more. It was painful but he was hoping to use himself as a fulcrum by yanking on the cord and trying to lean forward so he could slam Haru into the bookcase.

The lack of Ronin's annoying taunting voice was like music to his ears, strange as that sounded in his head. Just the sweet sweet sound of strangled choking, and the slight tinkle of glass as tiny shards fell from his back. Ronin was gasping for air now, his hands searching for the cord. He tugged and forced himself into a stand, pressing his backside into Haru's broad chest. The bookshelf shook and additional books that had not fallen were now raining down, but that didn't seem to bother haru enough to shake his rage.

Haru grabbed the cord in one hand now as he yanked down, while his other hand reached around to grab and clutch Ronin's balls. "After I'm done beating your ass, I'm gonna literally sweep the floor with your fugly little face" Haru threatened as he grabbed hold of Ronin's hair. Together with the cord and the hair, Haru ran Ronin head first across the room into the ring pole. The sound was somewhat of a mix between a gong and a metal baseball bat, but Haru didn't care to guess which. He threw Ronin's sorry ass under the bottom ropes and climbed in after him. As he stood up to his full height, there was a noticeable tent in the front of his pajama pants, and for good reason! You don't go around choking a guy who gets off on breathplay and not succeed in majorly arousing him!

Well, the tables had definitely turned now. Since all of Haru's tables had been destroyed, y'know. He could feel that cord cutting into his throat, blocking his airways. Shit, this was bad. Though it was also extremely arousing, which he would never admit. He let out soft choking sounds, trying his best to get some air into his constricted passageway, but it was no use.

Suddenly, his balls were grabbed, to which he reached down and hit at his hand. It seemed to work, because he seemed to just move back up to his hair. He had to figure out a way to get out of the cord, get something done, but he was pressed against Haru's chest, feeling those muscles tighten with each possible second, and -- was that a hardon in his pants? He would be more angry, but after everything that happened with Dave, and after his last match, he knew that could be used as a weapon too.

He yelped as he slammed into the ring pole, easily sliding into the ring. He was groggy from that blow and from the cord. He reached up and tugged the lamp cord from his neck, moving to toss it out of the ring; if he didn't, it could be used as a gamebreaking weapon.

Haru didn't much care about Ronin discarding the lamp cord, in fact it was probably better because that way it couldn't be used against him later. "Get the fuck up" Haru shouted as he leaned down and grabbed Ronin by the back of his speedo and his hair. Ronin was hauled to his feet, and then with an impressive display of strength, lifted the other wrestler high above his head.

Haru's arms shook under the weight but he wanted to keep Ronin dangling up there, much to let the man know exactly that he was at his mercy. And when Haru's arms felt like they were going to give, he jumped and landed in a kneeling position. Ronin landed across the stretched knee in a spinesplitting backbreaker, but hell no was he finished there!

Haru's hands clamped down on Ronin's jaw and knee, balancing the man's spine and forcing him to stay in that position. Just feet away from them the floor to ceiling windows led to a breathtaking view of the night cityscape, but neither Haru nor Ronin were paying it much attention. "I'm going to have oh so much fun breaking you in, boy"