Haru Fujiwara vs Vidkun Fulsi

The soft groaning that Vidkun was making would doubtless be unheard by the audience over the roar of the arena, but Haru was close enough to hear. That gave Haru the answer he was looking for, that his efforts to tear Vidkun apart were starting to bear fruit. And that meant it was time for Haru to kick it up another notch.

Haru let go of Vidkun's head and legs and jutted his knees upward to launch Vidkun off onto his chest. Haru then moved to plant himself flat on the square of Vidkun's back, letting all his weight rest on the sore area. The jobber-boy wasn't going anywhere any time soon, so Haru took his time setting up his next hold; a camel clutch. Vidkun's small arms were draped over his knees and the boy was hung out to dry.

Vidkun whimpered a tinge more loudly as his spine was fiercely bent backwards, his arms locked over Haru's knees and his sweating chest put on display. The pain was starting to get to him, though how he felt about that was still something he didn't seem to show. Instead, he just panted in the hold, his eyes half-closed as he limply hung there.

Haru ruffled Vidkun's hair roughly as the boy hung there, utterly trapped and helpless to resist Haru's domination. Hearing nothing from the boy, Haru swung a big arm around and landed a big slap across Vidkun's chest to make sure he was staying alive. Yet still Vidkun's head hung low. Haru didn't like that. He reached down with his right arm and hooked his elbow under Vidkun's chin, forcing his gaze up into the crowd. Sometime ago the crowd had begun chanting Haru's name, having won them over with his clear control of the match.

"Hear that, kid?" Haru growled, shaking Vidkun's head a bit side to side. "They gave up on you a long time ago. You're at my mercy"

Vidkun almost yelped when he was slapped across the chest, more out of surprise than anything else, when he was suddenly hooked and forced to look at the crowd. It was true, they had turned against him almost wholly, and in another situation that might be something he was concerned about. Or at least, that's what he told himself. The truth was, as disinterested as he was in winning, having the entire crowd turn against him did manage to hang his heart a bit lower.

Of course, even if he had intention of showing this, with his chin locked there wasn't much he could say, instead keeping up his stoic, if not slightly depressing, attitude he had been marketing the whole match.