Revenge Served Cold (for Haru)

Ronin didn't seem to give a fuck about what Haru thought when it came to his "delusions", as Haru mentioned. He wouldn't think that when he ended up on the mat, beaten and completely submissive. Just meant that Ronin was far more determined to beat the man down and out. Sure, he had loft dreams of going to Tension, but for the moment he was just focusing on getting Haru down and out -- and perhaps into bed afterward, he was starting to get a bit hard from their wrestling.

Luckily, the clothesline worked. And well. He grinned for a moment, turning around -- just in time to have his legs swept out from under him. He slammed to the mat with a loud grunt, getting the air knocked out of him. He shifted and tried to roll over as soon as he could, so he could scramble away, aiming for the corner so he could try and pull himself up. "Kuso," he cursed, grabbing for the ropes so he could get himself back to his feet.

Haru scrambled after his fallen foe, but that wannabe samurai was better at running than he was at fighting. With a grunt, Haru performs a kip up and gets to feet. He grabs the discarded jeans and prowls up behind his opponent, wrapping the pant legs round the man's neck while he pulled him to his feet.

Haru pulled Ronin's head back and made him arch his hips forward in order to stay standing, and then started to walk him over towards the center of the ring. He'd try to kick out the backs of Ronin's knees so that he'd have to fall to his knees. That would put him in prime position to stuff Ronin's face right in Haru's warm armpit. Rather than a choke, this was more of a smother move aimed to humiliate Ronin.

Goddamn him. Before Ronin knew what was going on, those pants wrapped around his neck and began to choke him badly, forcing him up to his feet. He gasped for air in the middle of those choking sounds, shaking his head and trying to get free. He felt Haru pull back, making him arch his hips, making that bulge all the more prominent and clear for Haru to see as they moved towards the middle of the ring before Ronin was forced down to his knees -- and, with a yelp, into Haru's armpit.

It took him a moment to realize that Haru wasn't choking him. No, he was using this move to really get under Ronin's skin, to turn him on and to shame him for being turned on! It was succeeding for the moment, as he felt his cock throb in those pants as he was forced to breathe in, or risk being knocked out. He grunted softly, moving to wrap his arm around Haru's waist for a moment so he could wind his hand back -- and try and slap Haru's ass, and hard! Fine, he wanted to play the humiliation game? Two would be able to play that! Though he also knew, deep down, that if Haru kept up the humiliation up, Ronin would have nothing else to do except tap out. Humiliation was his weakness.

Haru let out a gruff laugh as Ronin's hands slapped around haphazardly, managing of course to find their way to his ass. That slap was hard enough it ignored the thin cloth of the boxers and sounded like it was skin on skin. It also left a stinging impression in his backside, that cheeky little fucker!

Haru doubled down on his efforts and opened his arm up a bit as he tried to shove Ronin's face in even more. As his eyes flickered across Ronin's body, looking for signs of counter-attacks, when he noticed the bulge in the front of Ronin's pants. That made a wicked smirk dance across his face as he shook Ronin's head back and forth a bit.

"I think I'm starting to get why you stole my jacket, you dirty little perv. You get off on me, you're obsessed, aint ya?" he snickered.

Ronin grinned a bit when he managed to slap his hand on Haru's ass, though then he felt Haru doubling down and shoving him further into his armpit. Shit, things were getting worse. He grunted loudly, trying to shift away -- when suddenly, he heard Haru making a comment on being obsessed. "Fuck you," he hissed. "Not even in your fuckin' dreams." He struggled a bit harder now, trying to get away from Haru's humiliating facelock so he could try and hurt him -- his temper was rising, slowly.

An idea occurred to him, and he gave a small groan as he realized he'd probably have to do it to get out. He reached a hand up and moved to slide it into Haru's boxers, even going so far as to try and slide a finger or two down -- and into Haru's ass with a small grimace. Hopefully, the shock of it would get Haru to let go of him, and he would be able to attack him once more.

Haru wore a self-satisfied smug look on his face when Ronin reacted so strongly to his words. Oh he was most definitely onto to something here. He started to bounce up and down lightly now, so that the elastic recoil would bounce Ronin's face up to the deepest point.

Haru's torments abruptly stopped when Ronin began to finger him, stiffening and straightening his back upright at the sudden and foreign sensation. It was more shock than anything and it did break his concentration and grip for a few seconds. If Ronin wanted to capitalize on that, he'd need to get his act together in a few seconds before Haru came to and reapplied his hold with renewed and angry vigor.

There it was. When Haru stopped for a moment, Ronin lept into action. He moved to quickly slip out of the hold that Haru had him cranked into, before moving to try and get behind him. It was clear that he was already getting angry -- it was time for the tables to turn, now that Haru had gotten him in a few bad holds and managed to humiliate him. From his position behind Haru, he quickly shot a knee up so it would slam straight into the blue-haired man's balls, in hopes of leveling out the playing field a bit. He would pull back after a moment, walking back to the ropes so he would have more momentum. He rushed forward, moving to jump up and catch the hopefully stunned Haru in a bulldog.

"Fuckin' idiot," he growled softly. "I'm not obsessed with you. I just have a crush on you. Get over yourself." Of course, he hadn't intended to just say it like that, but hey, it was done now, and there was no turning back. If he managed to get Haru on the mat, he would stand up -- so he could move between Haru's legs so he could twine them with his and set up for a ceiling hold.

"Fu....cker" Haru moans in pain as he leans over, cupping his balls for dear life. You'd think having taken so many shots to the balls by now that he'd have built up some resistance or something, but no, each time was just as painful as if it were the first. The gut-wrenching, spine-tingling pain that wracked the body and immobilized.

Ronin's bulldog went unopposed and stunned the stunned man to another degree. He was definitely going to comment on that big reveal when he could utter something more than a pained grunt. Haru was laying on his chest and still cupping his balls when Ronin went to work at twining his legs with the other mans. Having applied that move himself before, he tried to hide his forearms beneath his chest for as long as possible. If he could ride out the nausea before Ronin, he could get back to fighting shape.

"You're damn right." Ronin snarled, shaking his head as he managed to get that ballshot in, as well as that lovely bulldog. But he began to fight back when he tried to lock in that ceiling hold, making Ronin snarl softly. "You little bitch." He moved forward onto his knees, pressing it against Haru's rear -- before he grabbed for the dark blue hair and yanked it back, before moving to rock himself onto his back, putting him into a modified ceiling hold, this time by grabbing for Haru's chin and pulling it back.

In this position, if he locked it in properly, they would be facing each other, Haru able to see the anger rising in Ronin's own eyes. "Obsessed? Fuck that. Fuck you." He would try to crank it in harshly, moving to try and bend Haru's back as much as he could. Of course, managing to get Haru in a hold like that was just making his cock twitch more, a soft growl slipping from his lips.

"Grahhh!.....Ungh!....Agrhhh!" Haru howled as Ronin opted to go for a chinlock variant of the ceiling hold. Haru was bent over backwards more and more till the top of his head was just a few inches from touching Ronin's chest. His face was scrunched up as he glared at his aggressor.

When Ronin would crank it harder, he would get a loud groan from Haru as he felt the pressure building in his neck and back. His hands swung round in the air as he tried to both keep his balance and claw Ronin's hand away to escape; neither an easy task alone, and not much progress being made while multi-tasking.

"You'd like that...ungh...wouldn't you?" Haru taunted with a groan. The fact that Ronin was getting so unraveled sorta offset the pain a bit, though it was still at the forefront of his mind. "Fucking me, that is. That's what you used the jacket for, isn't it? Imagining it was me...."