Midnight Rematch! Ronin vs Haru Fujiwara, the Ambush Match

It was as Ronin was starting to get up that Haru reached down and picked him up, up, over his head. It was impressive and…quite the turn on, not that Haru could tell, thanks to that dance belt Ronin cleverly bought. Though Haru could probably see it or feel it once he grabbed for the speedo. He could feel Haru shaking under his weight -- and he laughed, despite being at the mercy of the other man.

"It's a cute move!" he remarked as he was left dangling up there. But any further comments were cut short because of the horrible backbreaker that he was thrust into, letting out a yell and a soft, Japanese curse.

Of course, it was just amplified as Haru began to clamp down on his knee, feeling like his back might give out at any moment! He snarled softly, trying to wriggle out of his grip. But still, he let out a soft, weak laugh at the comment. "Once again, I'd like to see you try, princess."

"Big talk from the man trying to hide the trembling in his voice" Haru growled as he continued to press down on Ronin from each side. In his mind he was snapping the annoying prick in half, and then forcing each to start cleaning up the goddamn mess. In reality however, the referee was lingering over at the side of the ring judging by the soft crunch of glass.

The hand on Ronin's knees slid slowly up the middle of his thigh and across the man's bulge, giving it a quick teasing tug. He felt there was something beneath the speedo this time, which made him smirk. "Aww that's cute, did you try to wear protection?" he teased as he ran his fingers up and started to trace some of Ronin's abs. Had they met some other way, Haru probably would have hit on him about them. No, bad brain! No sexy thoughts! Blood, rampage, that's what he needed right now! Haru's face curled back into a grin as he dug his fingers viciously into the man's core with an ab claw, each one like a tiny little dagger.

Haru let out a soft groan as he was pressed down more and more, being forced in two different directions. He still chuckled lightly at the comment, though he was a little too focused on his back than anything else. There was nothing else in his mind other than Haru at the moment; Haru and the ring. He needed to get out of this, as soon as he could. Though he wasn't nearly as ruined as he was last time when he was in this position, so there was still a shot of getting free.

When it came to Haru's hand trailing up and fondling at his crotch for a moment, he elicited a muffled moan. Just because there was an extra layer of padding to prevent it from being seen, didn't mean it didn't still exist; if Haru just ground a hand in there, he'd feel it all right. "Can't have you trying to cheat again," he replied with that dumb grin on his face. He could only imagine getting Haru back in his own hands, squeezing the life out of him, slamming that dumb face against the metal pole, kissing him -- whoa, no, stop there. Not happening.

Luckily, he was saved from that train of thought by the ab claw. Ronin hadn't been so happy to be hurt in his life. He grunted at the ab claw, hissing softly -- before shifting, now that his legs were free, and trying to push at the air in order to get free of the backbreaker.

"Still a sore loser I see. No holds barred is a free for all, dumbass" Haru scolded him as he whined yet again about him supposedly cheating. Rather than let that get to him, he focused on getting the loudest and most pained sounding moans he could from the man.

The ab claw proved to quite the prudent choice in this regard, a soft hiss and an immediate attempt to escape let Haru know he was in on something. He pacified Ronin's knees with his elbow as he continued to torture those delicious abs. On the other end of the spectrum, Haru rubbed his thumb across the deepest part of Ronin's throat beneath his chin, and began to press down. It wasn't quite technically a choke, but it definitely was uncomfortable and could trick one into thinking they were losing air.

"Feel free to break down and cry anytime, I'm sure AFW could use another mountain of jobber meat."

A soft "tch" sound came out as Haru spoke, trying to shake his head. It was all right, though; he knew he could use that against Haru. That is, if Ronin could get himself up to it. It would have to be a bit more desperation to make him even try it, though.

Haru was getting him there quickly there. He groaned louder as those abs were clawed at roughly, trying to wriggle away from him. But then that thumb pressed up against his throat. He knew it wasn't causing him to lose air, but he pretended like he didn't know otherwise. It was deception where he thrived, after all. It was uncomfortable anyway.

That meant he couldn't respond to the jobber comment. No matter. He'd keep his response in his back pocket for when he had the chance. Instead, he shifted so he could look Haru in the eyes -- and stuck his tongue out at him.

Haru just started blurting out laughing when Ronin resorted to sticking out his tongue to taunt back at him. That was how he knew that his ambusher was at the end of his stick if he had to resort to that childish of a retort. He'd had enough of the backbreaker for now, time to turn to other more refined tools in his arsenal. Haru roughly shoved Ronin from his knee to the mat and stood, kicking him harshly in the side to make sure he'd be down for a while.

While Ronin was on his chest, Haru stepped up onto the back of the man's thighs just above the knee. Grabbing the man's ankles, he tucked them around the inside of his own legs, and then leaned forward towards Ronin's head. A swift slap to the flat of Ronin's back would reflexively pop the man's arms back, and Haru would then latch onto his wrists.

"Ready to go for a ride?" he asked as he started to rock forward and backwards, eventually building enough momentum to fall onto his back. With all his limbs locked in, Ronin was extended and stretched out upwards in a ceiling hold/Romero special. Ronin's muscles would quiver and struggle, but there was simply nowhere for him to go until Haru's mercy said otherwise!

As soon as Haru began to laugh, Ronin knew that it worked properly. Just had to keep leading him on, making him think that he didn't have much left in his arsenal -- so he would be more lax, and leave him a small opening. Though he had to admit, Haru's holds were taking a lot out of him. His chance would come soon enough.

He coughed as that foot slammed into his side, trying to roll over. But Haru moved quickly. Guy seemed upset about his belongings. He groaned softly as Haru began setting him up for the hold, but let him do it for the moment; the chance hadn't arisen yet.

Once Haru rocked him and fell onto his back, Ronin let out a yell. Oh, he should have seen that coming a while ago. He groaned at the pain, writhing in his grip, trying to break free. Another few quick Japanese curse words as he found himself trapped in place. Thankfully, he had the dance belt on, otherwise it would be clear that he was hard as hell from the hold.

Again it seemed that the successful application of a submission hold had made Ronin non-verbal again, aside from the glorious pained grunts and noises. Haru wiggled his arms and legs to make Ronin shake back and forth in his grip, forcing his body to stretch from side to side and at highly uncomfortable angles. To turn up the heat a bit, Haru released Ronin's arms and grunted as he performed a quick sit-up to grab the underside of Ronin's chin.

"Now that's more like it!" he grinned as he pulled Ronin's face down while keeping his legs locked in. The pain in his joints and back must have been excruciating, not to mention now that his neck was getting cranked. Haru's warm breath now ran across his opponent's face as he forced to lock eyes with him.

"Anyone ever told you you're much prettier when you don't speak?" he chided as his thumb pressed into that spot under Ronin's throat again.

Those pained grunts and noises were loud indeed, tensing a bit as he shook back and forth roughly. His arms were free for a moment, and he tried to strike a blow at Haru, tried to use that second to somehow get out -- but then he felt those hands clamp down on his chin and he let out a yell of pain. It was excruciating, but all it did was fuel Ronin up more. He couldn't let this be his swan song; if he lost to this guy again, it would be over for him, surely.

He met Haru's gaze as he was pulled back, growling softly. He wanted to smash his head into that perfect, beautiful face and watch blood cascade over it. But he had to be patient, and wait for his turn in the spotlight; but shit, it was going to be a slimmer and slimmer chance by the second. He made a soft choking sound as that thumb pressed into his throat, trying to continue the facade that he thought it took his breath away. He turned that gaze into a glare at his opponent, trying to reach up and break the hold on his neck.

"Yeah, that's what I thought" Haru grinned as he leaned his own head back out of Ronin's grasp. The man could paw all he liked at him, but there was no one he was getting free under his own agency. The sooner he learned it, the sooner he might be free of the hold.

As if to drive his point home, Haru kept one hand on Ronin's chin and the other dragged roughly across his own skin. He collected droplets of sweat in his palm and then rubbed his hand across Ronin's face, being sure to smear the fruits of his efforts across the man's eyes as well.

Emboldened by his own tactics, Haru attempted to crank the hold further by yanking Ronin's head back and stuffing his face into his pit, a revenge move for that nasty dragon sleeper that almost put him out. But rather than a choke, Haru just wanted better access to Ronin's exposed torso. He swung his arm like a windmill, raining down hammerfist after fist into any area he deemed necessary. Spoiler alert; it was all of them!