Haru Fujiwara vs Vidkun Fulsi

"I asked you a question...." Haru growled, shoving both leg and head away as he turned about. He sat down upon Vidkun's lower back again, this time facing his head. Propping his legs up, he slapped the flat of Vidkun's back so that his arms would spasm in reflex and Haru could take advantage. He grabbed those arms and draped them over waiting knee, suspending the poor boy in a camel clutch absent the chin stretch.

Staring down at the poor boy's back like a predator would prey, he gripped Vidkun's jaw tightly and angled his head back. Haru leaned forward so that his lips were close to Vidkun's ear, and that his breath might tickle the ear. "Let's try again, still hanging in there....?" Haru asked, digging his fingers into the skin above the jaw.

Vidkun let out a relieved sigh as his leg and hair were released, but it was short lived as a hard slap on his back sent his arms up in the air, and propped painfully over Haru's knees. As his head was yanked back, Haru hissing in his ear, he knew he'd need to give some kind of response to get this larger man off his back.

"I... I am hanging in well..." he grunted, still trying to mask the pain he was in as best he could.

"Good" Haru cooed with a dark laugh, rustling Vidkun's hair roughly. "Wouldn't want you giving up so soon. These people paid for a show, and you're going to give it to them!"

And with that Haru began to pull back on Vidkun's chin, stretching the poor boy's spine out. He idly bounced his weight up and down, no doubt creating intense pains up and down his back. Haru particularly liked this move because even we he let go and just sat there, your opponent was still caught up. And that's just what he did, relaxing with his hands behind his head and a wicked grin on his face, showing off to the crowd his superiority.

Vidkun grunted and groaned as his spine was bent far back, feeling like it would rupture any moment, but he still made sure to keep his composure as his opponent released his head and simply sat there, posing on his back. As he was, he couldn't move, or really resist at all; instead he just looked down, trying to hide his face from the suddenly-present crowd.

Even as Haru tormented Vidkun so, he still refused to let out more than a groan in response. If there was one thing that the boy could do, it was take a pounding. Yet even so it didn't satisfy him to just beat on him, Haru wanted to make him suffer mentally too.

He gave Vidkun's cheek a hard pinch before shoving him forward and freeing him from Haru's knees. Haru brushed himself off like his pants had been dirtied by Vidkun's touch and backed up with his hands on his hips. In order to break his spirit, he'd have to give his opponent that glimmer of hope.

Just as Vidkun's back felt like it would be stretched to it's breaking point, he was suddenly released with nothing more than what seemed like an almost affectionate pinch on the cheek. What was going on? Was Haru losing the fight in him? Perplexed, Vidkun climbed to his feet, as shaky as his back was from all the stress, and turned to face his opponent, a bewildered look in his eyes.

Haru turned to find Vidkun looking at him in confusion. Good, that meant he was getting inside his head. Time to keep him off balance. Haru stumbled towards Vidkun like he was sick, clutching at his chest and moving slowly and breathing heavily. He had a strained look in his eye and reached out for Vidkun, seemingly in need of help.

However, when he got within arm's reach of the boy, he suddenly lunged forward, driving the length of his arm into Vidkun for a clothesline attempt. Standing back up like nothing was ever wrong, Haru stuck his tongue out at him, teasing him with a nudge of his foot.

Vidkun gave an even more bewildered look as Haru suddenly became sickly, groaning and swaying on his feet. Was he sick? Was it alright for them to be fighting while he is? Should Vid-

His thoughts were harsh interrupted as a clothesline knocked him off his feet. His ears rang loudly as he rubbed his head, the world spinning around him. Still, more than anything he was just glad Haru was faking, and therefore okay. He wasn't sure if he'd have the heart to fight someone who was sick on his feet.

The crowd had taken well to Vidkun's swift return to the mat, erupting in raucous applause and cheers. Haru circled Vidkun while he pretended at being modest, waving it off like it was really nothing. He really was such a ham, wasn't he?

Haru finally got back to the matter at hand, and got down to kneel on Vidkun's back, digging in the points of his knees. Reaching to one side, he hooked Vidkun's head with one arm and the legs with the other arm. He then rolled onto his back so that Vidkun was suspended on his knees above him, facing up. To finish it off, Haru began pulling down with both arms while pushing up with his knees to bend Vidkun's back, a textbook execution of the bow and arrow hold.

Vidkun could do little to escape the painful hold as his body shook and shivered, groaning pathetically. However, though incredible pain was beginning to wrack his spine, little more than the soft groaning could be heard. No begging, no complaints, just a basic reflex reaction to pain. His arms were free, but they hung limply to his sides, making no attempt to get him out of the hold. For all the pain he was in, Vidkun was not showing much for it.