The White Tiger demands Meat

Haru grins as he see's the fruits of his labors trickling down Adrian's face. “Aww look, the tiger's leaking already” he snickers as his opponent wipes himself up. He was feeling good about the pace of the match thus far, he'd made a strong showing and humiliated Adrian a couple times in a row. Now he could really lean into the bigger moves and let those break Adrian's spirit moving forward.

Haru matches Adrian's guard once the other man gets up and he starts to circle with him. Although Adrian looks like he's going to be passive and try for defense, he surprises with a quick foot at Haru's leg trying to trip him up. The move is successful in getting Haru to drop to a knee, and then comes the colorful commentary. “Is that right fucker?” Haru growls as he charges forward. He tries to spear Adrian's abs with his shoulder and press up from under him for a quick fireman's carry before sweeping Adrian off his back like he was discarding a scarf and letting him drop to the mat.

Of course, Adrian was leaking from his nose for a bit. However, he wasn't feeling out of this match as of yet. The two of them circle, he gets Haru to drop to a knee and then Haru looked angry. "Cunt means friend!" He responded as Haru charged forwards and pressed up under him.

Adrian decided to reach over for the ropes and he tried to use them to topple Haru over onto his back, slamming his chest on top of Haru's and keep him pinned in a rough pinfall attempt.

Haru hadn't quite gotten the lift-off he was hoping for and Adrian was able to grab onto the ropes behind him. He gets a bit of revenge as he topples Haru onto his back and slams his weight over his chest, earning a hoarse grunt as his lungs complain for air. The weight is not a pleasant sensation on him, and he responds with a quick half-strength punch to the man's abs.

“Oh really now, cunt?” Haru sneers back, and its clear from his tone that he's not using the version that means friend. He narrows his eyes at Adrian on top of him and grunts again as he bridges up, trying to knock his opponent off.

Haru’s efforts pay off when Adrian’s weight is unloaded from him and he gets the chance to breathe again. His chest heaves up and down as he brings the air freely back in and soaks up the moment for recovery. Light rumbling alerts him to tilt his head to the side to find Adrian coming for him again. The man moves to stand over Haru and he’s forced to act defensively till he can figure out a way to get up without getting his head bashed in.

He grunts as a fist pops his mid-chest again, narrowing his eyes at him. Haru kicks his leg up and aims to kick the side of Adrian’s knee out to bring the big man down. If Adrian sinks low enough, Haru will try and yank the man down and roll them till Haru ends up on top.

Haru ends up on top after the scuffle, grinning down at his opponent. He receives a few shots to the waist for it, but he’s not giving up his position easily. There wasn’t going to be any pinfall attempt just yet, oh no he wanted to punish Adrian much longer first. Haru catches the elbow meant for his jaw, gripping the forearm tightly as he tries to force it back down. He’ll try and grip Adrian’s other forearm too, see if he can’t get both of those arms pinned to the mat.

It would prime him to slide up into a quick schoolboy, and with just a loincloth on, his balls would practically be sitting on Adrian’s face. He’d be able to then flex and slap Adrian’s face about to really drive home the humiliation. What a way to start someone’s first match in the League!

Haru stopped short of his teasing as he felt Adrian willingly sick part of his balls into his mouth and start pleasuring him with it. Guess the Tiger was that eager to sample the Beef, eh? Haru reaches down to grab his length and slap his opponents cheek with it. Even as bold as he was to go that far, he wasn’t completely oblivious to the precariousness of his situation. He had to be careful to get himself out of this unscathed.

Haru reaches behind himself and finds Adrian’s exposed nipple, squeezing it between his thumb and index finger. He was going to try and make Adrian gasp, use that opportunity to slide free of his mouth, and then settle his shin over Adrian’s neck like he was kneeling for a variation of a choke. From this position he still had access to the rest of Adrian’s body, he could continue playing with his nips as well as punish those juicy abs and pecs too.

Haru’s escape tactic and subsequent follow up strategy fizzled out as soon as the Tiger refused to release the lockjaw he had on Haru’s nut. He narrows his eyes again at that cocktail motherfucker trying to boss him around in this little game of dominance. Haru was no stranger to a bit of ball-busting, but he wasn’t going to reveal his sack’s pain tolerance just yet. Better to keep that for a later trump card if needed.

Haru raises a fist and plans to plant it on Adrian’s gut when the man springs his own plan into action, tossing Haru off onto his side and freeing himself of the Prince of Beef. He mocks Adrian’s words under his breath as he shoved up to his feet at roughly the same time as his opponent did.

He takes a second to roll his neck out again and cracks his knuckles, then pulls his arms up into a boxing stance. He motions at Adrian with a smirk, daring for him to come at him.

Haru steps forward to meet Adrian halfway, arms raised, tensed, and ready to throw down. Adrian opens up with a jab to the midsection and then the jaw to which Haru does not fall for; he takes the low shot while blocking the high. In return Haru fires a volley of quick jabs at the outside of Adrian’s guard, trying to get him to expose his midline. He’d then try and send off a quick kick to the gut to test Adrian’s comfort with kickboxing as well.

So far Haru was pleased with adrian’s skill; he was no jobber or skill-less buffoon but a genuine competitor. It was going to make taking him apart even more rewarding. He would be ready too if Adrian tried another clinch, though he figured after what happened last time he might not be so keen to try it.

Haru follows where Adrian retreats, not planning on giving him any breathing room. He continues his assault with more jabs followed by a classic hook to the jaw, but he’s forced to call it off in order to defend a shot aimed high at his right side. A kick followed in and Haru brought up a shin to intercept; the resulting sting from the impact brought a smirk to his face.

He then has to contend with a series of shots all playing at his left side, leading Haru’s intuition to expect a shot to the right sometime soon. Sure enough he clocks the change in muscle tension as Adrian prepares a shot, and Haru anticipates by blocking high again. He even had his left ready to go and counter afterwards, but Adrian surprised with a shot to the liver.

Down Haru goes to one knee as he clutched his side, stinging with the pain of every breath. He pants through gritted teeth as he sucks the air in and shoved it out. He had to admit it, that was a pretty clever gambit and now Haru was paying for playing into it.

Haru tries to stumble forward and get himself turned around when he sees Adrian start to flank him, but he can’t quite outspeed the man as he was currently. His arms get wrenched back into a chicken wing config, making him grunt as he tries to jerk side to side to see what wiggle room he can make to slide free. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he pants, coupled with the healthy sheen of sweat now coating him.

Haru’s eyes widen as he starts to get lifted up and backwards, he starts to kick his feet trying to throw off the man’s balance. It’s no use however as Adrian teeters further and then swings, pulling off his ‘Tiger Suplex’ and slamming Haru hard into the jungle canvas. He groans as his feet remain in the air and his ass points to the sky — Adrian has bridged up and refused to let him go. Now the referee was practically shouting in his ear as he slapped the mat and started the count. Haru dry-swallows as he collects his strength and bides his time, letting the ‘2’ count come and go before he kicks out and breaks shoulder contact from the mat.

He flops tiredly onto his side as he pants heavily; the amount of effort he had to put into kicking out just then was a good reminder of how much energy he’d expended in comparison to damage taken. He’d need to be a bit more mindful moving forward if he didn’t want to get his ass slammed again and pinned. But for now? Rest, yeah that sounded good. Maybe the island gods would show some mercy and send a breeze their way too.

Haru grunts in complaint as Adrian starts pulling him up sooner than he would have liked. Couldn't he see that he was enjoying valuable rest time? As he is finally forced onto his feet, Adrian slings him around and whips him off towards the corner. Haru isn't planning on playing along this time and alters his course to hit the vines, bouncing just left of the turnbuckle so that his trajectory sent him to the vines to the right of the cornerpost and then straight back at Adrian.

Haru throws his arm wide like he's going for a clothesline, figuring that his opponent will likely duck. That will give him the opportunity to pass him, plant his foot and pivot, landing him right behind Adrian and in the perfect position to slide his arms around the man's waist and trap him in a reverse bearhug. If successful Haru would squeeze tight and lift, trying to get the man's feet off the floor and shake him back and forth for a ragdoll effect.

The turnaround was unexpected but not ultimately a detriment to Haru's plan, especially as it trapped Adrian's rod right against his pecs and abs. He continues to crush and squeeze tight as he can, enjoying the grinding feeling as his opponent rubs against him. Though it might be hard to spot, there was definitely a slight tenting of his loincloth. Who could blame him? He was basically pec-fucking the man right now.

“How's that feel, pussycat?” Haru taunts as he starts to work Adrian up and down now. Adrian's shaft and head would slide between tight muscular ridges of abs and smooth but firm pecs as he started to force Adrian to frot against him. Though he wouldn't be able to keep Adrian trapped forever, he was hoping that he'd last long enough to do some serious work on his ribs or his cock. Either of those would help him reach a victory, and Haru hadn't quite decided yet which one he was going to try for.

Adrian continued to grunt and squirm in that grip. Two sweaty bodies pressed together were providing well more than enough friction to his shaft in the form of frotting, and he was struggling to figure out how to escape that grip as it pulled his ribs tight and bent them inwards slightly. "The Prince of Beef is treating me to Wagyu treatment, how can I deny it?" Though he was in trouble, there was still a grin.

His face looking a little flush from arousal now, he moved his mouth down to give the blue haired man a kiss, though it was just to get his arms around Haru's shoulders to plan his next move. After completing a lengthy kiss, he pulled his upper back as far as he could, he suddenly threw his weight forward, thinking it might work for a few reasons. One, he had more weight than the Japanese man. Two, it was possible that Haru could trip on the canvas with spots being sweaty. Three, that grip on his ribs might not be so tight with the fact that fatigue was starting to set in.

Haru grinned at the 'wagyu treatment' comment, that wasn't a half-bad name for a finisher if he wanted to go all in on the beef gimmick. He'd definitely be stealing that idea and throwing it at marketing to see what they'd do with it. In any case, Haru continued to squeeze, shake, and grind his opponent into submission, even going so far as to start walking him slowly around the ring to demonstrate his total control of the situation. The crowd seemed to love the show of domination, their shouts and general uproar growing louder by the second.

Haru noted the arms around his shoulders -- they weren't currently doing anything, but they could become a problem if Adrian got desperate. More than desperate, Adrian just seemed horny as he suddenly leans down and starts making out with Haru. He wasn't going to complain about the free action, he eagerly returned the gesture as he mashed lips with his opponent. The intensity of the crowd nearly doubled with the liplock action, and it was troublesome for Haru to remain 100% focused on keeping his bearhug tight. That made it possible for Adrian's sudden shift of weight to topple them, landing Haru on his back with his opponent atop him.

Haru's face was more grin than angry as he grabbed up for the man's white hair, he was actually amused by the cheeky distraction. He swings his leg up and attempts to roll them so that he may get atop and mount Adrian's chest. He'd try for an immediate double pec-claw if successful, digging his fingers like tiny daggers into the man's musculature without mercy.

Haru growls as his head is torn to the side with another minorly painful hair-pull. He's brought onto his back and his head is quickly seized and forced up against Adrian's pec as the man locks in a side-headlock. Haru pants and immediately plants his feet into the jungle canvas to bridge up, trying to move himself into his side to get better access to Adrian's body. He'd mount a defense that alternated between pounding fists against Adrian's back and clawing him while his feet kicked and bucked the rest of his torso trying to find that one position that would wriggle him free.

It was also quite frustrating to be shoved up against the sweaty pec in the first place. One of his arms was semi-trapped underneath himself and the most he could do with it was either try to pummel those pecs with a weakened punch, or shove at Adrian's jaw. The latter seemed the more useful choice of energy and so he tried to push Adrian's face back as another means of creating space from which to slip his head free. He was still tenting proudly in that loincloth of course, his body wouldn't soon forget the heat and friction it was just enjoying.