Klaus Geilen vs Haru Fujiwara

Klaus collapsed upon the canvas of the ring like discarded trash, brushed off dismissively by Haru. The German boy had barely touched the floor before feeling the older wrestler firmly place the bottom of his boot on Klaus to demonstrate his superiority. He gloated to the crowd and mocked Klaus, standing above him in a dominant stance.

Klaus glared up in response, pain still coursing through his body. As Haru lifted his foot away, his hand snatched at Klaus' smooth black hair. The young male winced as he felt his roots tugged, sharply being brought to his feet by his opponent who showed no hesitation. He stood, wobbling slightly after the agony Haru had put through his back and abs. But it soon turned out his feet wouldn't be on the canvas for long.

At first, Klaus thought Haru was moving in for a simple hug. The motion bewildered the jobber and took him by surprise; a flicker of disbelief darted across his expression as Haru locked his arms behind Klaus and compressed tightly against his sides. "W-What are you-Urrk!" The initial motion caused pain to shoot through Klaus' sides, and he was brought off his feet as Haru began to squeeze the smaller wrestler's body against his larger, more muscular frame.

Klaus didn't even try to hold back the agony he felt. The boy began to howl and squeal in the tight hug. "AAAAAH!!!" His screams combined with the pressure Haru was putting upon his lungs soon made him breathless, and he began to pant and whine as his arms and legs flailed. Eventually, they began to move with less energy, and his screams subsided into feeble sounds of despair. "G...guh..."

The smaller wrestler let out a sharp gasp and attempted to grit his teeth at Haru. The firm, powerful muscles of his opponent ensured he had no escape, and they closed around him with such intensity Klaus felt his ribs might break. His eyes, beginning to show signs of exhaustion from the brutal hold, showed a glint of envy at Haru's well toned and impressive physical frame. Especially compared to the German wrestler who felt insignificant and tiny in comparison. His head felt lightheaded, his body slack like a puppet with the strings cut. Breathless, Klaus' head began to lean forward slightly, falling against Haru's left shoulder as if he might drift off to sleep.

Yes. YES! The screams! The delightful screams! Finally he had ripped a scream out of that pitiful little throat! And to think all he needed was a simple little bearhug! Haru flexed his biceps as he squeezed tighter, compressing Klaus's little body with more and more strength. He could feel every strained little breath Klaus forced himself to make while he struggled.

But while Klaus tried to play the tough guy, gritting his teeth and putting on a brave face, his body couldn't keep up. Haru noticed a subtle but definite change in Klaus's behavior as fatigue and low oxygen began to run their course. The struggles died down and Klaus's head began to sag with his forehead landing on Haru's left shoulder. His rate of breathing let him know the jobber-boy was still fighting to stay awake, but that his engine was quickly losing steam.

Well, that simply would not do! Klaus had learned nothing so far from the match, nothing about his place in AFW or his place compared to Haru. Time to change tactics! Haru reassured his grip around Klaus and with a burst of strength, whipped Klaus through the air and crashing down to the mat in a huge belly-to-belly suplex. The ring floor reverberated with the force of the impact, shaking the ropes a bit, but hopefully jolting the jobber back to consciousness! Haru rolled over with a sneer and laid his back over Klaus's chest. He hooked one of Klaus's legs and folded him over, positioning it just right so that Klaus would be forced to look at both Haru and the leg while he was being pinned.

ONE!" the ref called as his hand slapped the mat to begin the count.

The sound of the audience, the lights cast overhead, even the tight grip Haru mercilessly maintained around him...Klaus took notice of these sensations less and less as the bigger wrestler crushed his body against his own. He was light-headed and his limbs were beginning to go limp. He couldn't comprehend victory right now. Only escape from this tortuous, painful technique...even if it meant passing out.

Unfortunately for Klaus, Haru was not content to let him have even that simple mercy. He only vaguely registered the tight squeeze Haru gave him before suddenly being hoisted into the air. Brief shock flickered onto his face as the audience and lights flipped upside down, and then there was a violent, loud crash as Klaus felt his head slam down upon the canvas harshly.

“UGH!!” His eyes flew wide open with pain exploding throughout his head in every direction. The jobber felt his head ring and shake from the impact, creating a stunned state of mind perfectly reflected on his youthful expression. The ropes of the ring even bounced slightly from the force of Haru's suplex, and seeing them upside down only made his head swim with confusion further.

Haru had successfully given the German a pounding headache with his move, and Klaus groaned as the older wrestler rolled over his body. He felt Haru lay his back across the younger male's chest, pinning him down with his larger weight. But just to emphasise Klaus' situation, Haru took hold of one of his opponent's leg and folded him over. Klaus had nowhere to look but at his sneering opponent and his own leg, Haru taunting him with the fact that he was about to be pinned. But there was something deliberately inviting in Haru's sneer as well. It was as if he was challenging Klaus to break out of the pin, urging him to continue their match...one-sided affair as it currently was. His head, which had been low on oxygen, had been ignited ironically by pain.

“ONE!”

The match hadn't been going for all that long, and Klaus had been facing defeat only moments before. To lose here would be an insult to everything he had set out and accomplished to do before, and he would not let his debut in wrestling be a horrific failure. He would prove everyone who doubted him wrong...starting with his foe who had him pinned.

“TWO-!”

The referee had barely slammed their hand down for the second count before Klaus summoned all of his chest to the right of his body, shoving Haru away from him. The German wrestler would roll to the side and on all fours before placing a hand on his head. It was an attempt to get the agonising sensation from Haru's suplex under control as he panted, still feeling the effects of the bearhug.

“We're...not done yet...” Klaus managed to breath out, his body shaking slightly as he glared at Haru through his hair.