The White Tiger demands Meat

Haru scowls as he struggles with Adrian's grip on his wrist, now in a tug of war to see who could get in control of it. After a brief but intense struggle, Haru exhales harshly in complaint as his hand smashes to the mat and Adrian controls it with the same arm he was headlocking with. It wasn't really a submission persay as there really wasn't any joint manipulation to inflict pain, it was just greatly frustrating for Haru to be immobilized like that AND stuck beneath him at the same time.

He continues to try wriggling his torso back and forth when he feels Adrian shift his knee over and half straddle his thigh. That wasn't his objective though, Haru grunts as the knee starts to knead and bother his already stiff length beneath the loincloth. He can't help but chuckle as he struggles with the headlock even more. That knee felt too good, it was dangerous, he couldn't afford to stay like this. And like hell was he going to be immobilized and rubbed off for a cheap and dirty win! Haru cranes his neck forward to Adrian's pec and opens his mouth. No muscle worship this time, just teeth and jaw as he bites his opponent in an act of petty desperation to free himself.

There were certain surprises that Adrian liked. This, unfortunately was not one of them. He had Haru immobilized and was definitely rubbing against his groin that was turning him on. The blue haired man reached forwards with his neck and Adrian expected to get a little bit of loving. "Loving it?" He'd ask, still stroking, and was met with a pec bite. At first it was surprising.

Then Haru didn't let go and Adrian let out a yell of pain, releasing that headlock and immobilization of the arm almost immediately and tossing a fist at Haru's side to try to get him to release his bite on his pec. The bite's surprise also forced his knee up roughly, and mashed it against Haru's balls. Not even on purpose. Action to reaction and that one was basically involuntary on Adrian's part.

Haru's feral bite proved to be a helpful choice in freeing himself from the headlock. Adrian all but shoved him away and Haru rolled away with it to complete their separation. No doubt his opponent would be surprised, frustrated, maybe even a little bit angry after Haru resorted to that kind of move, so he was eager to see what kind of reaction he had produced this time. He pushes up to his knees with a bright grin only to meet a quick knee to the balls, doubling him over and forcing one hand to his crotch and the other to the mat to support himself.

“Heh didn't appreciate that 'love bite' I'm guessing” he groans as he nurses his poor balls. He starts to work his way back to a stand on unsteady feet, wobbling back and forth a bit as he tries to fight past the nauseating feeling still swimming across his body. “Come on then pussycat, let's finish this” he says as he goads Adrian into coming at him once more.

Adrian slowly got back to his feet, a freshly minted bite mark on his pec where the Prince of Beef had sunk his teeth in, and Adrian slowly rubbed the marks as he made his way over to Haru once more, still keeping his mindset tempered. That pec would sting for a while.

"Never knew cows to bite," responded Adrian with a grunt as he moved over towards Haru, but he decided to put his hands together into a 'T' for timeout as he noticed that his opponent was wobbling with that ball blow. Both the ref and Haru would probably give him an incredulous look at that. To Adrian it was second nature to stop on a ball blow and let your opponent recover... even though he'd just been bit. Haru had every reason to call him an idiot for that one, but you know what? It was worth it to the white haired man. If he was going to win a match, he'd win it fairly. Not through ballbusting or anything else.

“Yeah, that's cuz yer dealing with a bull” Haru laughs as he grabs his cock through the loincloth and gives it a tug in response to Adrian's comment. He was a bit surprised at the naivety of his opponent in seemingly calling for a break, but that was fine, he could work with it. He'd nod in acknowledgement though as he doubles over a bit more to work the injured angle. He'd also continue wobbling, even enough to make him stumble a bit closer to his opponent.

Haru would then spring into action, dashing forward and jumping as he reached for Adrian's head. He'd spin around mid-air so that his back was facing the man's chest, with the ultimate goal of bringing Adrian's jaw down over his shoulder upon landing on his ass on the mat.

Haru grinned as he turned around on the mat, spying Adrian dazed and hanging in the corner. He moves over to him clapping the guy's face patronizingly as he shakes his head at him for his naivety. He then grips the man by his ear, dragging him out from the corner and towards the center of the ring. A fist is slugged into the man's gut to keep him pliable as Haru moves around to get behind him.

Haru lines up his shoulders with the man's back as he sneaks an arm between the man's legs. His other arm comes around the top and grips his jaw, tilting Adrian back so that he makes contact with Haru's shoulders. Haru then grunts and heaves the (slightly) larger wrestler onto his shoulders, bouncing a bit to readjust him until he finally captured the man in a torture rack. Haru now grins full force as he stands proud, pulling down on the man's throat and upper thigh as he works the hold.

“I think it's time we heard this pussy's roar” he taunts, purposely leaving out the cat part this time. He starts to walk Adrian around the ring, bouncing every now and then to try and get him to express his suffering for the audience to hear.

Adrian's plenty pliable, the fist just keeps him in place and it's easy for Haru to sneak the arm between his legs, then the arm grips his jaw. The Japanese man lifts him up onto his shoulders, bouncing to readjust to groans of disapproval. From there it's a torture rack.

"ARGH!" He let out with the upper thigh and pulling on his throat, reaching around for something to grab onto, anything! The ref has to duck out of the way of him - Adrian's vision was still not that good, and he was cursing himself for letting Haru back into the match. The rack was solid. He was getting bounced around roughly and could not defend himself. It earned loud grunts from the sweating, bridging man. But telling the ref he was going to give up?

Nope. The ref asked him a couple of times and he shook his head angrily, even as Haru was earning curses and feeling that back of Adrian's creak agonizingly. He definitely knew that the Tiger was hurting.

There we go! That was the sound Haru had been searching for! The cries of agony were music to his ears! The audience definitely seemed to be enjoying the sound as well, their cheers intensified alongside Adrian's suffering. The man didn't seem like he was going to give up either, he flatly refused each of the ref's attempts to get him some relief. That worked for him too, just meant he got to have some more fun with the pussycat. Haru walks back towards the center of the ring, giving Adrian an extra firm tug to make sure he had a strong grip.

“Here we go!” he announces as he starts to pivot and spin in a circle. It's slow at first, but Haru gradually begins to speed up the rotations as he spins round and round. He was able to focus and spot himself to prevent from the vertigo, but Adrian might not be so lucky. Haru completes roughly 10 rotations before he jumps into the air, allowing Adrian to float from his shoulders as he transitions into grabbing him by the throat. Together they sink back to the earth as he delivers Adrian to the mat with a devastating chokeslam, completing Haru's patented 'Tower of Terror' finisher!

Haru pushes up to one knee as he grins wildly, sweeping a hand back over his forehead and hair to swipe sweat free. He’s panting for breath, chest heaving rapidly, but still looks to be in much better condition than his opponent beneath him. His eyes look hungry as he looks out over Adrian’s form, tracing every line of muscle head to toe. Haru crawls over and swings a leg to straddle the Tiger, hands resting on the mat on either side of his head. He leans down, dragging his tongue across the mans sweaty throat. He then moves his arms to drop his weight on the man for a mini body slam.

Haru reaches down and hooks the back of Adrian’s knee, pulling the leg up for a pin attempt. He grins wildly but says nothing as he waits for the referee to jump down alongside them.

”ONE!”

The Prince of Beef is looking down at a rather tranquilized looking Tiger, who is still way out of it enough to not realize what's going on. Haru gave his throat a taste and Adrian let out a hearty moan... before Haru body slams him, miniature-style. He's breathing heavily in a bit of pain from the Tower of Terror. He's able to see but not stop the hooking of a knee as sweaty frame presses down on sweaty frame.

Adrian is aware of the fact that with Haru on his chest, he's being pinned. The referee's voice of "ONE!" manages to get through to his ears. He struggles and attempts to get out of the pin, but his shoulders won't lift. He throws his left leg up as the ref yells "TWO!" intending to somehow force his shoulders up out of that hell hold. Maybe it'd earn the Japanese man's respect. Maybe it wouldn't.

Haru feels Adrian's shoulder bump alongside the 2nd count, but unfortunately for him it doesn't earn him that reprieve he's hoping for. In fact, the referee's hand is already speeding towards the mat when Haru suddenly grabs his white hair and forcibly yanks the man's head up from the mat, breaking the pin on his own. There's a mixed response running through the crowd from this move; half definitely into prolonging the match and the other half complaining about fairness and honesty.

Pah. Overrated concepts.

Haru shoves up from Adrian, still holding onto his hair as he moves to sit behind the man. His arms slip around the man's sides, almost like he's hugging him, except that they quickly snap up and behind the man's neck as he gets locked in a nelson. Haru's thighs slip up and come around the man's waist as he gets locked in a bodyscissors as well, prompting Haru to now lean back and stretch the man's torso as he cranks his chin towards his chest.

“You're not getting off that easy, ~cunt~” Haru laughs in a sing-song voice as he continues to torment his opponent. Like all matches against newbies, there could be no relief until he'd pounded in the message not to fuck with him.

Adrian can't help but look up in surprise at Haru as he lifts his hair and pulls him up, breaking the pin. And he's definitely powerless to stop his pulling up as Haru moves to sit behind him, gripping his neck in a full nelson hold. The thighs wrap around his waist too, helping out with the bearhug Haru had applied earlier.

The Australian is left grunting as he's trying to power out of that hold, but Haru's easily got him dead to rights. Haru leans back and the ropes are very far away. The blue haired man can hear every pained, labored breath coming out of the white haired man, and with his neck wrenched and his waist scissored, Adrian can't find a way out of this one and he lets out a grunt of frustration as the Prince of Beef forces him to sweat some more onto the mats in pure effort.

The Tiger's anguished, he tries rolling to one side to escape the hold but it's no use with Haru being behind him. "Fuck me dead. Rack off!" He shouted in frustration at the position he was in.

Haru laughs as he feels Adrian struggling to flex and power himself out of the hold, only to fail moments later as the hold continues to work him over. Sweat pours freely down both men's figures as they rock back and forth, much too close to the center to even dream of a rope break. He wanted the feeling of helplessness to sink in bone deep, and that mouthy complaint let Haru know his strategy was working.

“What's that? You want to be punished more? Fine by me!” Haru taunts as he squeezes his thighs especially hard. He wanted to burn as much air from Adrian's lungs as possible for what he was about to do. He'd suddenly transition from the nelson into a rear-naked choke that incorporated a hand-gag. Haru's palm clamped over Adrian's mouth while his thumb and index finger clamped his nostrils shut. Adrian's neck squeezed into the crook of Haru's other arm as he cuts the man's air supply from two techniques at once.

“It's nap-time for the pussycat!”

Adrian was already not getting enough air from the hold, hyperventilating just a little bit. The ref finally started asking him if he wanted to give up and at least for now, the Tiger refused! Sure, it was hopeless, but the Tiger had to feel like maybe he'd find something eventually.

Then it was time for the breath control submission. Haru's palm over his mouth, his thumb and index finger clamping his nostrils shut. It was scary. Erotic. Adrian immediately began sweating as he couldn't breathe, the ref was leaning over him. "Mmmf!" He couldn't verbalize his submission and the ref couldn't tell if his head motion meant he was tapping or not. His air supply cut off, he reached around for something... anything! And the worst part about this, it was kinky as fucking hell and he was hard. He couldn't find anything to grab a hold of to try to escape. His lungs were burning, he reached down to the canvas, ready to tap!

Haru snickers as he feels Adrian fidget, a pretty good sign that he's panicking and lost focus. He doesn't even go for the most obvious and basic of resistances, pulling at his hands, he's instead flailing around like a fish. Haru doesn't dare let his prey tap out, he mercilessly shakes Adrian back and forth to re-disorient him and let the oxygen deprivation work its wonders.

His thighs continue to bulge and crush the man's midsections, and if he wasn't mistaken, the Tiger's rod was aching and throbbing. Haru nudges his heel closer and --yep, sure enough, the Tiger was begging for release. Haru happily obliges as he starts to slide his heel roughly back and forth along the man's shaft, egging him towards orgasm now too. Haru truly was a force to be reckoned with when he got his hands on you, and now Adrian was lucky enough to experience it firsthand. They say that asphyxiation stimulates and amplifies the sexual experience, well, Haru would have to ask him once he woke up from that nap he was heading towards.

“Looks like the great and mighty White Tiger is about to get a little bit whiter” he snickers into the man's ear as he continues with his domination.

Adrian was thinking less of ripping that grip and more of tapping, but he's shaken back and forth. He grabs for that hand on his mouth, trying to pull it off so he can get in a small breath. That heel rubs his shaft as the Prince of Beef works on the third and fourth losing conditions, his shaft head rubbed roughly by just a heel.

The White Tiger's neck was starting to turn red and his lips were starting to turn blue as he gripped that hand, trying to get in a breath. Without any change in position, Adrian was going to black out as his chest flexed and relaxed, looking for some sort of way to breathe!

Haru could feel it, Adrian was a hair's breadth away from lights out, and that just wouldn't do when he wasn't finished fucking with him. He removes his hand gag and lets the poor man suck in air, but the arm round his neck with the choke isnt going anywhere. The now free hand slaps Adrian's chest a few times as Haru shakes him back and forth.

“Nahhh, not nap-time yet, we're not finished playing yet” he taunts as his free hand skips down and grabs Adrian's cock directly, and starts to jerk him fast and furiously. “You want to get choked out or stroked out?” he asks in Adrian's ear as his tongue slides across the shell of his ear and he nibbles it softly between his teeth. He was definitely pulling out all the stops for this PPV, partially because that was just his style and partially also because he was determined to get inside Adrian's head for the future.

Adrian nearly passed out on his own, lying in a pool of his own sweat. He still couldn't breathe though his body was fighting it. His shaft rock hard though. Of course when Haru let his mouth go he inhaled and exhaled rapidly, taking in quick breaths. His oxygen starved brain calmed down a little, but he's really in no position to quickly answer any of the questions that Haru's posing to him and the only answer he gets is an inhale and exhale, while his body is now starting to tense up, this time from pleasure!

As a professional, Adrian wasn't going to let Haru inside of his head. This would suck, and Adrian would no doubt lose, but it's the worst feeling on the planet. And he'd let that sink in. If this was the worst thing that could happen - well, assuming Haru didn't cause him brain damage - this wasn't so bad. But... he had to still show some sort of strength.

If his mouth isn't covered, he's finally able to answer that posed question. "Neither..." was the only response as his abs flexed and relaxed, on the edge of cumming now.

“EHH! Wrong answer! Guess I'll choose for you!” Haru barks back at him, removing his hand from that throbbing cock. He wasn't sure exactly how close to cumming Adrian was, but that response made Haru not want to give him that pleasure or satisfaction that came with it. He fully abandoned anything he was doing to the Tiger's rod and re-situated his arms into a proper RNC application.

He grunted as he locked hand on forearm and compressed, no longer fooling around and instead intent on putting him out quickly and quietly. It was the sort of move you'd expect in an actual competition and not the drama-filled theatre world of pro-wrestling.

That RNC was performed extremely well. Better than he'd expected a wrestler with no background to do it... he'd have to ask Haru about that later, if that sharp exterior was ever tossed away. As his blood flow was cut off, he found himself on the verge passing out once more.

And then his shaft erupted, coating his abs, pecs and the canvas around him in a sea of white, as the choke put him out cold in Haru's grip. The referee called for the bell as Adrian was sent off to dreamland.

DING DING DING!

"Your winner of this match, by orgasm, the Prince of Beef... Haru FUJIWARA!"

Haru kept his hold nice and tight till the safety of the ring bell, at which point he'd eagerly release his opponent and push him over onto his back. Haru rose to his feet with a grunt, planting a foot squarely on Adrian's cum-splashed chest as he brought both arms up for a flex. He flashed his pearly whites as he posed for all four sides of the ring, taking a different pose each time to accentuate arms, back, chest, and abs when he was all through.

However, his post-match celebration wasn't quite finished. As a treat for the adoring audience, Haru stripped his loincloth off slowly, revealing his raging hard-on at full mast. He begins to wipe the sweat of his chest, arms, and face with it, and then kneels mischievously down at Adrian's side. He sticks two fingers passed Adrian's lips and scissors his mouth open, inserting the now sweaty loincloth inside for safe-keeping.

“Better luck never, pussycat” he jeers as he gives Adrian's face a slap and then stands up to leave the ring and his opponent behind.