One late night at the gym...

Oh yes, he was relentless. One of several things he'd been known for in the US. He fired down a couple of bombs that struck hard, but the block she'd thrown up manage to deflect them rather harmlessly. But, the strikes' purpose were to distract, more than damage as he tried to maneuver out of her guard, to a full mount position. If he managed to do so, he was very confident in his chances of winning. Ground and Pound was his bread and butter, after all.

"That's how we do things in the states, little girl." He replied, looking back down at her with a smirk. "Maybe you're just mad..." He rained a couple more blows down at her. "...That you're not the one on top."

"Nah, I'm fine down here." She grunted as two more bombs landed on her arms and sent the pain flying in all directions. "I'm a power bottom."

Stone, who had found herself a chair while the fight raged, groaned at the innuendo. If you could even call it that when it was so blatant."Get a room."

That wasn't the worst idea, but for now Mako was focused on surviving the next five seconds with Knight, as he battered away at her defenses and threatened to crack her shell. She did her best work on offense - she needed to get up and get on her feet.

She waited for the first hint on a pause and slammed her feet down, jerking up hard and trying to buck him off.

A few more blows came crashing down against her defenses once he'd attained the full mount, like a hail storm that just refused to end. "Doesn't seem like it from where I'm sitting." He said as he pulled back slightly in preparation for a much heavier shot that was likely to finally shatter her defense, just as she was attempting to buck him off. He'd made no outward indication that he'd even registered Stone's snide remark.

Maybe it was luck, or just good timing on her escape attempt, but his fist slammed hard against the mat next to her head. That one... would have hurt. He fell to the side slightly, having to catch himself with a propped up arm to avoid falling off completely. He managed to stay, mostly, in the mount position, but if ever she had an opening, it was then.

Stone's words were like distance noise to Mako, and she barely registered her teammates anymore. There was just her and Adrian, right now. Nothing else in the universe, as far as she was concerned.

"Give it time." She belted out a harsh laugh as she tried to bridge and throw him off. She had more success with it than you would expect from a girl her size trying to throw off a guy his size, and she breathed a small sigh of relief when what would have been a match-ending punching missed her head and hurt him instead. A small victory that earned her a moment's window to work with. She'd have to make it count.

She lurched up and gave him a hard slug in the stomach, a straight punch to the belly button with no remorse. More than enough to drive the wind out of him, and she followed it up with an even harder buck than before, hoping to throw him off to the side.

And there it was, he'd let himself get over confident. He mentally berated himself for going for a show stopping strike so early on. Missing the strike had left him wide open. And just as he'd begun pushing himself back up to a stable, dominant position he caught the straight right squarely in the diaphragm. The air rushed out of his lungs all at once as he toppled over to the side onto the mats.

After a few coughs, he finally managed to choke in a few breaths. He moved back away from Mako to put a bit of distance between them in hopes for a few moments to recover. "Not bad... But, you'll have to do a lot better than that." He managed to cough out as he started to push himself back up to his feet.

Nothing quite like the feel of a punch that finds it's rightful home. The feel of her fist sinking into Adrian's gut, those muscles giving way, look of his face as the wind flew out - priceless. All of it.

She didn't have time to gloat, much as she wanted to. Knight was on the run for the moment, but with some time to breathe, he'd be up and coming at her like a train in a few second. That shit had to stop.

"Better?" Mako seized the initiative by the throat and rolled to her feet, rushing at him like the furious little ball of pain she was. She jumped at him with a knee bomb, tailor-made for his chest, her hair flying back as she soared."Like that?"

He had a great poker face, no doubt... but that one hurt. Fortunately adrenaline was coursing through him then helping him to block out the pain in his gut. His breaths steadied finally and it seemed he was recovering quickly and had managed to get back to his feet.

But he'd taken too long. When his eyes met Mako's once again, she was already charging toward him. Fortunately, he was quick and had regained his senses enough to remember to protect himself. Getting out of the way... well it was too late for that. He raised both forearms up to block the incoming knees to his chest.

When she collided with him, most of the damage had been absorbed and his forearms would likely both be bruised before long, but he wasn't able to brace his stance against he impact. He crashed to the ground with Mako landing on his chest. Luckily, his forearms were still in place to brace the impact on his chest so he managed to keep from getting the wind knocked out of him again.

Sensing danger, he quickly tried to shove her off his chest with a frustrated growl, hopefully before she was able to capitalize on her currently advantageous position.

Mako grunted on contact with his arms, more than a little irritated at the block. That would've hit, nine times of out ten, and it wasn't just blind luck. There was a raw nature to him, but Knight wasn't just some thug off the streets, not with moves like that. MMA? She kept up with UFC enough that she could call it out easy enough, and he reeked of it.

All the same, the blow knocked him back and gave her the pin. Despite the wisecrack she'd made earlier, she was much more of a top, so she was all ready and set to start returning the favour for the growing bruises around her face, but her light weight came back to bite her again - it was all too easy for Adrian to jerk and knock her to the side, dethroning her.

That didn't mean she couldn't work from this position, though. As Mako fell to the side, she tried to grab his arm and pull it between her legs, going for a tight scissored armbar. "Enjoying yourself, blondie?"

She sure was. Though she couldn't rightly call it a 'spar', at this point.

Mako's small size didn't seem like all that much until her form was crashing into, and then onto one's chest. Her assumption was correct though, somehow they'd progressed past a mere spar into something a bit more real... but neither one of the brawling pair seemed to be made upset by it. In fact... the more it went on, the more into it they both seemed.

Once he crashed to the mats under her, he found himself stunned once again. Luckily, or so he thought, he managed to knock her off his chest. But, as he tried to pull away, he found her legs beginning to coil around him. As she captured his arm, he got the sense that she was setting up for that armbar. He quickly grabbed his own wrist, clasping his hands together tightly, relying on his superior strength, to try and avoid letting her take control of his arm. "Yeah, I am." He replied to her with a teasing grin as he struggled to resist her hold. "You're... pretty tough for a girl."

Sadly, he didn't have another set of arms to fend off her legs as well without relinquishing his arm to her as well. But he'd cross that bridge if and when he came to it. His main concern was avoiding the, likely, inevitable tap-out and possible injury if he ended up letting her secure her that armbar.

Mako managed to start up the armbar, but Adrian was a stubborn bastard, even as guys went. He fought her tooth and nail all the way, using his strength advantage to fight the hold, and for a few, crazy moments, the two of them were brutally engaged in the struggle. Mako growled and ground her teeth down hard, putting her tiny muscles to the test. She wasn't sure who would give, and a small part of her didn't care. So long as the fight stayed this intense, she was happy.

But his words gave her some pause, and a lecherous smile creeped over her face, an idea forming under the surface.

"Tough for a girl, the man says." She eased up on the hold and pushed off, kicking him away to make some space but not doing anything after that. She held up her hands to indicate a cease fire. "I could show you a hell of a lot tougher than this, pretty boy. But not here." She leaned forward, biting her lip and batting her eyelashes. "How about a match? A real match."