No Holds Barred Debut! Ronin vs Haru Fujiwara

Haru's eyes widened as Ronin grabbed him roughly by the hair and pulled him into his sweaty crotch, earning a round of raucous whoops from entertained matchgoers. Haru was not so pleased at the increased pressure of the headscissors, and he let Ronin know with several more hard punches to his abs.

Haru would be content to punch Ronin in the gut ad ininitum till he was released, but it was not to be. "Ngnnnhuuuu!" Haru moaned in pain as Ronin sucker punched him in the balls most effectively, pretty much ceasing all his movement as he cradled himself. He was going to be pretty stunned for the time being.

Finally, he got him to stop moving! The catcalls from the audience just earned his ire as he released the headscissor, grabbing for Haru by his hair once more. He'd gotten a few too many blows by Haru -- it was time to now get his revenge. And he was going to do it the best way he knew how.

Ronin moved to pull Haru up onto his shoulders with a smirk, getting him into that harsh torture rack that people who had seen him in other promotions knew was a game changer. He continued to apply more and more pressure after that, moving over to the corner and trying to get onto the bottom, then the middle one. Finally, if he got that far, he would jump back in a drop, landing on own ass with a wince -- and cranking that torture rack practically as far as it would go.

Haru was unable to resist as Ronin yanked him up, he was still in nauseating, gut-wrenching pain from the shot to the balls. As big a man as he was, Ronin made it look easy draping him over his shoulders and standing tall. His arms and legs dangled from Ronin's shoulders as the man took hold of his thigh and throat to secure the hold.

Haru shouted in a new different kind of pain as Ronin tried bending him in two over his shoulders. Naturally he fought and struggled even though it hurt his spine even more. His thoughts were solely focused on trying to swing a dangling limb and injure Ronin that it was far too late to do anything by the time Ronin had climbed up the ropes.

If anyone thought Haru was out of screams, they were certainly wrong when Ronin landed and introduced Haru to the next world of pain. "You fucker....drop me and fight me....grahhhh!...like a man.... Haru taunted in attempts to goad Ronin into abandoning the hold early.

It was a whole new level of excitement as the crowd roared for him. Chanted his name as he managed to make sweet music pour out of Haru's lips. He could feel those sweating muscles tensing around him, dripping down onto his own taut form as he sat there for a few more moments, cranking him in. He even did another punch towards Haru's balls, just to kinda kick him while he was down, metaphorically.

Finally, he let Haru drop from his shoulders. "There. Happy now?" he asked, reaching down and grabbing Haru. He moved to pick him up once more, unsatisfied with the way Haru was still trying to taunt him, goad him. He was tired, sure, but he would risk it for another finisher, to make sure Haru was down for the count. He would put him in a fireman's carry, applying pressure to that weakened back -- before placing him on the outside of the ropes, setting up for his Seppuku finisher. "I don't see a man before me. I see a quivering boy who needs to be taught the honorable way to handle things."

Haru fully expected for Ronin to drop him following the rack jump thing, but Ronin was determined to make him suffer as he added another ball tap to keep him docile. Haru groaned low as Ronin saw fit then to fireman's carry him over to the ropes, and only then set him down.

"Says the fucker.....who uses ball shots like a cripple uses crutches...." he groaned in a hoarse voice, glaring at Ronin with a pained expression. Ronin was clearly setting up something else, but Haru wasnt in a position to resist. He was leaning over the top ropes, panting and beaten, but clearly still very spirited.

"If you couldn't handle a few low blows, you shouldn't have signed up for a No Holds Barred match, princess." Oh, he was really going at it on the trash talk. The level voice, untinted with anger or resentment or even excitement made it all the worse; it made him much more intimidating.

Standing behind Haru as he set him down on the outside of the mat, he began to hammer blows all over his chest, just raising his arm and slamming the side of a balled up fist into his gut, his chest, everywhere. There were nine of these at first, and he raised his hand up for a tenth one -- and slammed it directly into Haru's balls once more. He didn't care how it made him look. He did the moves he thought he had to in order to win.

He pulled back on Haru's hair, moving to bend him over the ropes and wrapped his arm around the man's head, clamping him into a facelock with his face crammed right into his own sweaty armpit. From there, he fell backwards in a DDT with a sharp gasp from the audience -- but didn't let him go. No, he kept him in there, shifting the position to make sure he was fully in the dragon sleeper. "Time for children like you to sleep."

Ronin's hand found it's way under his chin, pulling Haru's head back over the ropes to force his chest to puff out. His body bounced up and down as Ronin blasted hammering blow after blow into his chest for a total of nine shots, with the tenth slapping him in the balls once more. The fans who enjoyed seeing Haru suffer were shouting and cheering Ronin's name again, while those who were in the bluehair's favor boo'ed and called out for a comeback!

Their cheers were quieted when Ronin flipped Haru over the ropes and blasted him back inside the ring with an innovative DDT. Haru moved to sit up but his face was still trapped in the man's sweaty pit, he sure liked to milk hold after hold! The newcomer's arm snaked around the back of Haru's neck and yanked up to put pressure and work into a dragon sleeper.

Haru shouted something mumbled in protest as his chest arched forward and his hands smacked at Ronin's sweaty arms and chest as he tried to find a hand-hold to break the choke!

Even if Ronin lost, this would still be a successful debut. He garnered attention, going against someone who was probably way tougher than he, and still managed to hold his own. But he wasn't really thinking of that; he was going for the victory. He couldn't help but smirk as he managed to get him into the dragon sleeper, cranking that hold in.

"Just give up, princess. You're going to lose." He cranked that hold a bit tighter, shaking his head -- and punching at his gut, trying to get him to release some of the air in his lungs. "You might as well see it like it is and just give in. Though if you wanna lose consciousness…" He shifted over, moving to slam his other elbow into Haru's chest as he cranked that hold as tight as he could.

Haru let out another pained yet muffled grunt as Ronin tried to beat him into submission with more shots to his gut. With each passing moment, he had less air traveling to his lungs and that meant less strength to pull from. His feet slid back and forth as he tried to find traction to push himself free, but that only slid his face back and forth in Ronin's pit.

Try as he might to goad Haru into tapping, the man's ego would never survive such an action. A fighter till the end, he'd rather pass out than willingly admit defeat! As his mind began to cloud over from the choke, something Ronin said began to ring in his head. This was no holds barred, right? Then that meant nothing was a disqualifier, including hentai!

Haru's right arm still gripped at Ronin's elbow, trying to pry him to release while his left worked a more sensual game. His fingers trailed up Ronin's thigh beneath him, and rode along the thick muscle up to the man's crotch. He cupped the man's balls in his hand as he gave him a short rub, and then brgan to drag his palm across the man's clothed bulge to create teasing hot friction.

Everything was going perfectly. He couldn't have planned it better if he tried. He could see Haru's feet scrambling, could feel him shifting, trying to get more air. It was over. He knew it was over, the audience knew it was over. People were even starting to get out of their seats, grumbling about how Haru lost to a newbie, and how it was a waste of time.

But everyone counted their chickens before they hatched -- and no one expected the erotic move that Haru decided to play. Before he knew what was going on, Ronin felt his balls cupped and rubbed, still sensitive from the earlier ballbashing; but then that palm moved along his bulge and he gasped softly, loosening the grip enough for Haru to break free, his elbow moving away from his abdomen as he reached down to try and figure out what was going on. It took him a little too long to realize what Haru had done, and it was too late by the time he did.