Ryan Knight vs Makoto 'Mako' Takeda

Mr Knight was laying into Mako, staying silent as he flung his leg into her belly. Then she went and the gall to cling onto the young man's handsome mane, which was probably worth more than that outfit Mako was wearing.

Slamming the paragon of Britain's head into the top turnbuckle, the soft padding which wasn't much was the only thing preventing Ryan's skull from hitting the cold steel. That hurt for sure, it stunned him for a couple of seconds to be sure. But he was like a Spartan, he could take it. Still hurt but he could take it.

"fuck" he muttered out, but even though his head was reeling he noticed Mako sitting down. Figuring if she was going to do something like that, Mr Knight might as well give her a reply.

Ryan leaned in with his leg, slotting his ankle to her neck and began to start choking her. Doing it with an icy look on his face, his head still reeling a little from that blow. The ref would go to about 3, then he'd relent and step back keeping his gaze on Mako.

She should have known Ryan was a choker. He seemed like the type. It was always the overly polite ones that got off on the kinkiest shit.

She gagged and gasped under his silent grip, but fortunately she didn't have to endure it for too long. This was a standard match, and as annoying as she knew those rules would be, they saved her ass this time, forcing Ryan to get off before he could get too crazy with it. She slumped down in the corner as catching her breath before it could get away.

But she wasn't done. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

"What's wrong, bitch-boy?" She rubbed her neck for a moment before shooting her leg out, kicking him hard in the kneecap. "Awful quiet all of the sudden."

Ryan winced as he got hit in the kneecap, the numbing pain forcing him to one knee. This girl was starting to piss him off, her first impressions were certainly not helping the case here. It seemed he'd need to give her a good "Lesson in manners."

"Hmph, don't see any need to talk. Actions speak louder." Ryan said, he wouldn't even give this lass the time of day. Deciding to try and get her while she was down, Ryan would move to grab her leg while starting to stand standing up. Using his strength Ryan hoped to drag her out to the ring, and attempt to apply a one legged boston crab on Mako.

Aw, it was starting to sound like she hurt his feelings. Poor guy. "Hey, I wasn't complaining. You still dress like a total pussy, but shutting up is a step in the right direction."

Before she could give him any more reasonable fashion tips, she was dragged out of the corner and put into one of her own personal favorite submissions, the single-leg boston crab, pressure coming down hard on her back as he pulled away. She bit back a shriek and dug her fingers in the mat, crawling towards the ropes.

"That as hard as you can pull, asshole?" She let out a deep chuckle as she inched forward. "Dressing like an old man doesn't mean you gotta fight like one."

Ryan let out a sigh, this woman didn't seem to comprehend his style. The classic and regal attire in which he clothed himself, but what could he expect from a lowly biker? Heck he doubted she worked a single honest day in her entire life, yeah she really needed that lesson in manners.

"If that's what you want, figured bikers were masochists." Mr Knight simply stated, Mako wanted him to get serious? Fine he'd do it, it was a bit early but he figured he should make an example of her.

Holding her leg Ryan would quickly insert one of his own legs in the back of hers, setting himself down and twisting Mako's fulcrum with one arm. Cranking back as best he could while delivering shots to her knee with his other arm.

'Yeah, just because I'm a biker, that means I like to get spanked with a ball gag." She dug her elbows into the mat and started to crawl forward like she was in the trenches. "Not everyone's as fucking corny as you, asshole."

Actually, she did like some whips and chains, every now and then. Not as a general rule, though, and she enjoyed dishing out the pain much more than taking it. As evidenced by the way her body twisted about when Ryan started to pour the pressure on her legs and started to batter away on her knee.

Her teeth clenched tight enough to cut steel as she kept moving forward, fighting for every single inch. It hurt. It hurt like a motherfucker. But there was no way in hell she'd give this ass the satisfaction of a tap, especially when they weren't even five minutes in.

"You kinda remind me of someone, or rather how she could have turned out." Ryan said aloud, without a worry in the world. This little brat was a reminder to Ryan of how Lucy could have turned out, and that wasn't a pretty thought to be honest. So he took comfort in the fact that she wasn't like this lowly thug he was competing against.

Although it seemed she was of hard stock, most people Ryan came across usually couldn't hand the Knightmare. He had won with it several times in the past, one of his best moves it was. The paragon of Britain usually saved it for the best opponents, or ones who really needed a good lesson.

Sure enough he'd keep this up till Mako managed to get the ropes, again Mr Knight would hold till the ref counted three. Normally he let go right away, but Ryan already didn't like Mako. So he wanted to let it singe in her mind as best he could.

"Hmph, not impressed." he'd say simply, getting up and moving back while keeping his focus on the biker.

She'd have to get better with that - she'd been in submissions before, of course, but in a street fight now one cares what you grab on to, unless you're going to use it to crack a skull open. She wanted to do mostly hardcore matches with Tension, that shit would fly.

"Don't give a shit." And that was directed to both things he said. She always hated when people said crap like that. Anyone can turn out anyway, it's just a matter of giving them the right nurture for their nature, putting them in a certain environment and letting them mold. Maybe she would have been rich, maybe she would've joined the circus, maybe she would have flipped burgers at Burger King. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe who gives a fuck?

She grabbed the ropes and started to pull up, standing on her good leg and having the other stay up. Her style focused on movement, she had to take the fight to him, this was a major pain in the ass...though with a little creativity, she could change that.

She put her foot down on purpose and cried out, staggering back and grabbing hold of the ref, looking she'd tumble if she didn't hold on to his shoulder and playing it off like a pure accident. She accidentally dragged him towards Ryan and accidentally tried to punch him in the balls as the collided.

"Glad you don't." Ryan merely replied back, yep he didn't like this chick at all. But she better watch out, even the most noble of knights had a dark side.

And he had to admit, hearing her cry out felt...rather good. Now if only he could have Mako actually curl up and vanish that'd be great. However his thoughts seemed to have got the better of Ryan though, as Mako's dirty tactic would pay off. Thumbing Ryan in the nuts, the crowd yelling in anger and disproval.

"You dirty motherfucker...." Ryan seethed out, getting on her knees and gritting his teeth in pain. Didn't matter if you had tits or not, getting hit there hurt. He knew Mako did that on purpose, thoughts of snapping that girl in half ran through his mind. But he had to focus, since he was in a crouched position Ryan decided to take advantage of it. Rolling out the ring to get his bearings soon thereafter.

And, of course, the crowd booed. Like she actually gave a fuck, it wasn't like she got paid extra for crowd-pleasing. They could kiss her ass all the way to the bank. The ref was none the wiser, of course, though she was a bit surprised at how easy slipping that was. The AFW didn't pay their officials for being smart, it seemed.

The crowd could hate it, Ryan could definitely hate it, but the shot got results and that was all that mattered. Ryan rolled out of the ring, trying to beat a hasty retreat, but Mako wasn't about to let the free Scot get away scot-free. As soon as he rolled out, she went after him, reaching out through the bottom and middle rope as best she could with her bum leg and grabbing that nice, girly hair of his. "Hey, come on, don't be that way. Give me some credit for hitting such a small target."