The White Tiger demands Meat

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this here is a GWA match. We're here at Jawbreaker Jungle, where The White Tiger, Adrian White, will make his debut against the The Prince of Beef, Haru Fujiwara. This is a standard plus match - the plus, of course, for the optional erotic victory condition. Introducing first, the newcomer... with a height of six foot three, he's taller than most of the competition. Weighing in at 220 pounds, hailing from Sydney, Australia - put your hands together for The White Tiger!"

The instrumentals of "Chronos" by Parkway Drive hit the loudspeakers as Adrian was quickly briefed on how to walk out and get to the actual arena without tripping over anything or getting in the way of the cameras that were rolling, as getting the best camera angles for a Pay-Per-View event were essentially required. Adrian followed the rules to a 'T', coming out of the backstage area and hanging to the left... giving a little show of muscles as he flexed nicely for the crowd before jogging to the ring steps. He wasn't wearing anything - Jawbreaker Jungle did have certain restrictions on attire and nothing Adrian had brought with him were suitable. He glanced to the vines, tugging the second down and third up with each to slide his frame between them and stepped into the ring without further incident.

Adrian was thrilled to be in this position, and he moved to the ring like he was a natural - which he was, particularly coming from the world of MMA into wrestling. He was agile, acrobatic and well rounded from his career, giving the camera plenty of time to inspect his entirely nude frame - his muscles and his ass on display as he checked the corners and the vines. Even in MMA he wasn't used to the vines, giving them a little bounce using his back to test out how springy they were in comparison to a regular ring. As he moved into a neutral corner he noticed the camera panning towards him and he gave the ref a gigantic smile. Though this was a little foreign, there was an objective right? Force orgasm, submission, pinfall or knockout. And he could do any of those. He wasn't as skilled at some as he was at others. Plus, this was his time to shine on the ring as the ref handed him one.

"G'day and good arvo to those of you out there watching!" He moved forwards to take a look at the small crowd that was gathered and leaned on the ropes to address them better. Clearly not everyone was an Aussie, but he wasn't going to let that kill his stride. "This here federation is a corker, and it's beaut that I get to participate as a member of the GWA for awhile! Anyway, not going to yabber at you all too much. Looking forward to putting some meat on the barbie for a rage this evening." If Haru took that at face value, he might have thought that Adrian was talking about him - but no, the Australian intended to host a little Aussie barbecue for the entire federation.

He handed his mic back to the ref as he headed back to his own corner, eagerly awaiting his opponent. The smile would still extend to his opponent as he made his way into the ring, and Adrian stretched his arms and legs out gingerly in preparation. The Australian looked relaxed, with a quiet confidence showing in his face.

Haru would be the next one directed to appear, and he was feeling PUMPED. This was exactly the kind of ridiculous and over the top thing he was imagining when he signed up for this island wrestling league. Wrestling in the jungle looking like a Herculean Tarzan? Heck yes! Unlike his opponent, Haru would be minorly dressed for the day’s festivities. He sported a thin loincloth just barely hiding his Crown Jewels, but rather than regular brown like you’d expect, it looked like he had opted for a cow print. You know, to play up the whole ‘Prince of Beef’ thing? Yeah it was a dumb idea, but marketing told him they’d spice up his paycheck for it so Haru went for it.

“Walk, flex, pose, grin” was the rhythm of Haru’s entrance attitude as he approached the jungle ring. His opponent was already situated in the ring and looking like a snack, but judging by his intro, he might actually turn out a bit bland. Haru slips through the vines and stands tall inside the ring. He waves away the opportunity for the mic as he simply lifts his left bicep and gives it a good slap and a grin as he stares down Adrian. He’d let muscle and reputation say all that needed to be said beforehand.

Haru then advances to the center of the ring, rolling his neck around and hopping on each foot as he finishes limbering up. He nods to the referee as they go over the rules one last time and all the other boring shit they have to say. They were in the middle of the jungle for crying out loud, live a little! He settles into his rest stance, knees bent slightly and arms raised as he prepares to circle as soon as the bell sounds.

Adrian White was eyeing his opponent from his own corner. He looked solid, you could probably tug his skin and those abs would be even more well defined. His opponent had, however, chosen to wear a loincloth, and Adrian found himself squinting at his opponent's attire to try to make out what were on his shorts. This was the Prince of Beef? He didn't even try to hide his perplexed look. Then the choking of a laugh started as he realized it was a cow print loincloth. He was still snickering as his opponent made his way into the jungle ring. There were some things you couldn't script, and his frame trembled as he choked back laugh after laugh. Fortunately the referee and announcers were taking their sweet time, long enough for the Australian to compose himself. "Does a match with you come with a complimentary steak cut? Because this Tiger's ready to sink his fangs into some meat." He HAD to play it up. But it was less of a laugh and more of a genuine smile now. He's clearly composed himself. He's also getting a glare from the director at his amusement with Haru's outfit. "Have a good match, man." The offer of a handshake, before the bell. And, of course, Damian was used to MMA-style. Haru didn't have to follow that.

”You can’t afford this cut of meat, I’m above your pay grade kid” Haru smirks as he gestures towards the hard lines of his abs. The comeback comment was....pretty terrible, but it would play well on recording and that was probably for the best. Haru moves to accept Adrian’s handshake but then his hand shoots up and BAM, he has his middle finger in Adrian’s face, practically scraping his cheek with his knuckles. ”Here’s what I think of your good match” he snickers as the referee moves to shove his arm between them and force them apart before any fists go flying. Haru shrugs off the warning from the ref as he brushes off his shoulder and plays it up for the crowd. Adrian better have some thick skin, otherwise he wasn’t going to last the mental onslaught of Haru’s mind games.

DING! DING! DING!

With the match officially underway Haru starts things off right away with a grapple, going for the classic collar-elbow lockup. It was a good opportunity to stretch out his back and show off the assets, if you catch his drift. Their faces are quite close as they test each other’s strength. ”Hope your actual game is better than your trash talk” he taunts as he then grunts and attempts to break the grapple and whip his opponent into a turnbuckle.

"Diplomats, I assure you, can definitely afford this cut of meat," responded Damian in turn, coyly as he puffed up his chest and flexed, showing off his own muscle structure. Then he pointed two fingers down at his own shaft with another grin. He wasn't expecting the middle finger at his face and bit at - not on - that finger just as the ref got between them and shoved them apart. He turned over to the crowd and put a thumbs down at Haru, even going so far as to 'Boo' him once.

DING! DING! DING!

It's show time! Haru goes for the collar-elbow lockup and Adrian's on it immediately, pushing and grunting. This clearly isn't Adrian's first time in the wrestling ring - he's been working on things for months and there's a definite amount of working knowledge he has. "You're not going to let a tiger eat your meat, are you?"

The grapple break happens and Damian ends up getting sent over towards the turnbuckle but he manages to stop himself. It's a little bit different than he's used to as he doesn't stop immediately and slides a little bit, but he'd pay quick attention to what Haru was up to. He's actually close enough to the corner that Haru might have thought his move wasn't avoided. And if Haru was coming closer - especially if he was running to try to stick him in that corner - Adrian'd be able to toss an arm up for an efficient clothesline.

“Nah, I’m going to choke him with it”

Haru’s whip is semi-successful as he sends Adrian running towards the turnbuckle. He immediately picks up after him, running full-steam in order to try and ram Adrian and bodyslam him into the cornerpost. That doesn’t turn out to be the smartest of plans as he runs right into his opponents outstretched arm.

“Hrghh!” he grunts as he gets stopped short, stumbling backwards as he coughs and clears his throat with a shake of his head. He doesn’t waste any time trying to recover and instead charges back on in stubbornly. No grapple this time, he instead engages with a swinging chop of his arm aimed pec-level, followed by a hard elbow aimed for the guy’s sternum. A bit of good old fashioned brawling was always a good second choice in Haru’s book.

This was going from a wrestling match to more of a brawl. Adrian moved forwards to try to grapple Haru, and Haru decided to toss a chop his way. It caught him square on the pecs and the crowd yelled "Woo!" Damian was feeling anything but 'woo'. He caught that elbow in the sternum rather poorly with an "Urk," though he knew he had to perform, regardless of pain in his midsection. The Australian was aiming to put his arms just underneath Haru's armpits to grab around his back in a clinching position long enough to plant his knee squarely in the middle of those abs that Haru had gestured at before. Testing them out.

Haru’s combo works well enough, earning two nice impact sounds that don’t each quite as well in the open air. He soon finds that Adrian is no stranger to close-quarters as he immediately closes in to clinch, pressing in tight to him and preventing him from changing the distance. He opens his mouth to make a coy comment about feeling Adrian’s cock slap against his thigh when a solid knee rams into his abs, emptying his lungs of air with a quick wheeze. The clinch works in Haru’s favor in this instance as Adrian supports his momentary wobble of balance, and he reciprocates by sliding his arms around Adrian’s waist.

There’s no clever comment now, just the securing of hand upon wrist as he tightens. He begins to squeeze now as he converts the clinch to a tight bear hug and uses Adrian’s move to his own advantage. He wasn’t finished here either, their faces are close together and Haru drags his tongue over Adrian’s face. While his opponent contends with that particular strategy, Haru grunts and lifts as he transitions to a quick suplex and aims to shake the jungle ring floor with Adrian’s weight.

Adrian heard that wheeze and the slightest of grins is etched onto his face. "Huh, guess this cut of meat wasn't above my pay grade." Adrian shouldn't have talked and he's made to pay dearly for it as Haru slides around his waist, squeezes him and grinds that shaft a little bit. Plus there was a tongue dragged across his face. Which Adrian just found weird. And then overthought about. Technically this wouldn't do anything but he also had to worry about sexual stuff and...

And then there's the lifting, transitioning and quick suplex, nearly a quarter of a ton of weight slamming to the mats, mostly on Adrian's back as a loud grunt echoed out of his lips. Saliva on his face now too, in addition to the fact that it was outdoors so the sun was beating down. That one was painful, and he'd immediately go to roll away if he was released. Of course, there were options such as pinfall but Haru couldn't possibly have that - or could he?

The suplex attempt was a rousing success, not only smashing Adrian into the ground but also earning Haru some much-deserved praise from the audience members who'd trekked all the way out here for the match. He would indeed release Adrian from the hold, no pinfall attempts just yet, not when there was so much more he could do with this kind of positioning. He moves to stand while Adrian rolls away, and then leans down to grab the man's ankle so he can't quite escape. He drags his opponent closer to the center of the ring too to cut off any rope break hope.

Haru then steps backward over Adrian's torso as he gets his opponent into a single-leg boston crab. He grins as his naked opponent's length flops in the open air. “So who thinks the White Tiger is a shower and not a grower?” he laughs as he wrenches Adrian's leg in the hold, shaking him back and forth so that his cock also sways in the air. He sneaks one hand over Adrian's thigh and trails his fingers slowly towards his groin, teasing and telegraphing what was going to come next for all to enjoy.

The White Tiger definitely thought he was clear of the Prince of Beef and moved to get up to his feet, just to feel Haru grab for his leg and drag him clear of the ropes. He let out a snarl as he throws his foot out to try to catch Haru in the abs for his work, but it's ineffective and the Prince of Beef steps backwards over his torso and locks his left leg in a boston crab. He grunts in a slight bit of pain but he doesn't look like he's going to submit - inching towards the ropes as the crowd gets a nice display of cow print loincloth trying to get a naked tiger to submit.

"I assure you I'm a grower," growled out the tiger, as he's inching towards the ropes. He has somewhat of an idea what Haru was attempting, and his arms momentarily reached back to entertain the idea of trying to prevent Haru from doing what he wanted - but quickly he realized the best way to escape this was to take his lumps and get towards the ropes. Adrian was quick and he was heavier than Haru. That meant that he could use his weight to pull Haru, especially with the slippery mats that they were on. He sort of slapped the mat to get the crowd into it - and they somewhat started clapping. It got louder the closer he got to the ropes! But he wasn't quite there yet.

Haru snickers as Adrian has a witty comeback for him despite his current vulnerable situation. How brave he must be to taunt the man who could very well claw your balls into oblivion. Haru's free hand inches closer down to Adrian's groin as he suddenly pinches his thigh hard and then slaps him with a laugh. He's so busy having fun tormenting Adrian that he doesn't immediately notice his opponent's game until his feet start to slide against the ring. He looks to find that slow progress is being made towards the ropes thanks to the unique ring setup, how cheeky.

Haru would rather abandon a hold willingly than be forced to give it up, so he drops Adrian's leg and then drops himself backwards in the same move, slamming his elbow (and weight) into Adrian's spine. He rolls away following this and pushes up to his knees, then to his feet as he surveys the potential damage with hands on his hips. He had to admit that the stupid loincloth felt paradoxically restrictive somehow when he was rolling just then, he'd have to discard it later.

True, Haru could claw him into oblivion. But instead Mr. Beef decided that a thigh slap was in order rather than anything sexual. Even Adrian couldn't help but grin at this as his thigh is pinched and slapped. And yes, the two of them realized that Adrian's pulling was working.

Adrian knew that Haru might try to drop the hold but couldn't see to figure out when he might do so. But the dropping of the leg was indication enough that he might be trying something else - you don't just trade a leg without trying to give something else. With his body already trying to pull, his frame surged forwards as he was released and that elbow, unfortunately for Haru, landed on one of Adrian's buttcheeks. Which earned another grin as he turned around. "Fair dinkum? If you wanted a piece of this nuddy beaut, you just had to ask." He surveyed the situation and saw Haru with his hands on his hips. He'd get to his feet right quick and with his frame already close to the ropes and Haru on his knees... may as well just go for a move! He went for his Tiger Kick, jumping onto the ropes to springboard off and turn, launching a foot at Haru's sternum. He was big... but he was going for some pretty bold stuff.

“Your fuckin' what?” Haru barked out with half a laugh, he had no idea what that slang was supposed to mean. You might probably assume since he'd elbowed the man's ass that's what he meant, but you never knew for sure with those Aussies, such a strange folk. He'd only just begun to break a sweat here now, the tree coverage did a lot to hide them from the brunt of the sun's might. As he goes to wipe his brow reflexively, Adrian springs into action, bouncing right to his feet.

Haru's body lurches forward into a ready stance on reflex, muscles clenched and flexed in preparation. Adrian was leaping off from the ropes and spinning around in the air. Wary of superkicks and other similarly devastating shots to the head, he hedges his bets and brings his arms up to shield his face and simultaneously braces for impact. Adrian's foot has a different target though; center mass, right in the sternum. The kick blasts Haru off his feet, landing on his back with a short grunt of pain as he bounces and slides a few inches. It took him a few seconds to fully recover his breath, the weight behind the kick felt like it had caved his chest in or something. However recover he does, and with a snarl to boot as he slaps his chest and clears his throat. He pushes up from his elbows and moves to return to his feet.

Adrian laughed as he realized Haru had basically no idea what he said, and he paraphrased, "If you wanted a piece of this ass..." and then he was jumping in that Tiger Kick. Ordinarily Adrian might've tried for the head but he was betting on Haru's ability to read moves effectively and the sternum provided a much larger target that would be harder to defend, and though it was less damaging it had the added effect of knocking Haru off his feet. For the crowd's part, they went wild at the move.

Adrian landed on his knees after performing the kick, and he eyed Haru as grunted on the ground in pains. The White Tiger panted just a little bit, looking hm over - seeing that he was slowed down as he was inhaling and exhaling rapidly, he had to capitalize. With Haru still on the ground and looking like he wanted a moment of rest, Adrian was not going to supply it. He grabbed for Haru's hair and tried tugging Mr. Cowprints up to his feet, and if left unopposed he'd whip him over towards one of those corners, trying to send him into it chest-first rather than back-first.

Haru growls as his hair is grabbed and he's forced up to his feet, it drove him mad. That was the thing with hair pulls, wasn't it? It had just that little bit of extra 'fuck you' that made it so aggravating. He goes to take a swing at Adrian when he gets whipped over towards one of the corners. His first instinct is to stop himself and turn to charge, but a split-second decision has him go along with the move and slam into the cornerpost. He slumps over the top vines with a groan, sort of hanging there as if he'd lost his balance.

He listens carefully and pays attention to the rumbling of the ring to try and gauge Adrian's approach. He was surely going to follow-up, and Haru wanted to surprise counter him. When his opponent came close enough, Haru would grab the top ropes and then jump up, kicking his feet out towards Adrian. He'd try and lock either his feet or legs around Adrian's head to trap him in a tight headscissors. He figured the display of upper body strength as he elevated himself from the ropes and the scissors might be impressive to an audience, right?

Success! Haru locks his legs on Adrian's head and begins squeezing right off. He feels the reflexive grab of his legs and he tightens his grip on the ropes, expecting to be dragged off. He's a bit surprised to find that Adrian doesn't immediately make him faceplant, is he really stunned by the scissors, or is he just dumb? Either way, he left himself open and Haru was going to use it.

He flexes his knees and yanks Adrian's head forward, making him faceplant in his ass for a bit of humiliation before he shoves off and uses the momentum of him swinging in gravity to throw Adrian to the mat with a hurricanrana. This kind of move wasn't exactly his specialty and his execution of it was less than perfect, so he was really just hoping that physics would be on his side and it would end up hurting his opponent more than himself.

Haru grins as his sloppy hurricanrana actually turns out pretty well for him. He slides up to his knees and rests there for a moment as he watches his opponent pant and recoil from the move. Perfect time for showboating, eh? He pops up a quick double bicep flex before soldiering up to his feet. He moves closer to Adrian who is now resting on his chest and then drops down as he straddles the man's lower back. His fingers roll over Adrian's shoulder blade and reach around the rim to the muscle where he suddenly digs in hard. It was sort of a cross between a double claw and a double nerve pinch, but either way his opponent would be in for some nice pain.

“Who wants to hear the tiger roar?” Haru shouts out as he bounces on Adrian's back.

“Only if you insist!” Haru barks out a laugh as Adrian moans and complains about the hold. There wasn't a whole lot he could do besides kick and scream like a child, and that was part of Haru's strategy. He was reaching back to try and grab Haru's wrists, but it was an uncomfortable angle to begin with and he wouldn't have much strength to force him to do anything. Ultimately a move of this caliber wouldn't really force anyone to submit, least of all someone relatively as fresh as Adrian was in the match, so Haru would have to move on soon.

He chooses to release Adrian and grab the back of his head, slamming his face to the jungle mat and then sliding his knee up Adrian's back and between his shoulders to keep him pinned. He seizes Adrian's wrists which are now easily grabbable and then starts pulling back while pushing down with his knee. “Don't even think of submitting so soon, these good people paid for a show after all” he taunts as he yanks on Adrian's arms.

Haru gritted his teeth as he put more and more into his hold, wanting to get more than just a sharp grunt or groan out of his opponent. He was looking for shouts, screams even, depending on what kind of loser Adrian was. He hadn't been paying attention whatsoever to what his opponent was doing with his legs, so the fact that he had managed a rope break was a bit of a surprise. Still, Haru was not eager to let go and he waited till the referee warned him a second time before letting go.

Well, if by 'letting go' you meant letting up on your knee so the pulling of arms could elevate your opponent's chest off the mat, and then releasing their arms so they faceplant, then yes, Haru 'let go'. He rises up to his feet and plants hands on his hips as he steps back. He exhales sharply through his nose, reminiscent somewhat of an angry bull in terms of his demeanor.

Adrian was starting to tremble as Haru kept that hold on for as long as he could. He avoided screaming but didn't avoid hurting from the hold in the small of his back. He could hear the referee arguing with Haru and finally he let go, though it was to elevate his chest and send him nose-first to the mats, busting him open and causing blood to lightly trickle out of his left nostril. He got back up to his feet slowly, wiping his nose before he got to his feet and taking on a defensive stance, before deciding the initiative was worth going for and tossing a foot at Haru's lower leg, trying to knock him off balance.

"You're a good cunt," he commented. And he did it without thinking. Of course in Australian that'd mean friend. In a wrestling match, that'd serve to piss Haru off.