Tension Tag Tourney Round 1: The Higurashi Twins Vs. The Valkyries

Johnny was on his knees as Mako was spun around by the kick. He watched her tumble and then arched his back. He launched himself forward. There wasn't much else he could do but try and keep her grounded. He just hoped the gap was close enough.

As he flung himself, he tried to reach out for Mako's shoulders and grab onto them so he could pin her down with his strong arms and hold her face first into the canvas. He just needed to keep her still for a second so he could regroup and attack.

Get up. Get up.

That was the first and only thing on Mako's mind as she started to rise. The plan was simple - attack, attack, attack, and then, when that was through, keep on attacking until Johnny was an unconscious husk on the canvas. Every second she wasn't pummeling him was a wasted second.

He probably realized that, too, which would explain what he was trying to accomplish by pinning her like this, keeping her down with his weight. The odds of her getting out from under him like this were slim, but bad odds never stopped Mako from fighting before. She started to kick up a storm, thrashing around on the mat, trying to wrench shoulders free, bucking about, and generally making it as unpleasant for him as conceivably possible. "Bitch, get the fuck off me before I rip your goddamn hair out and shove it down your throat!"

Johnny didn't really need to pin her for too much longer. Really, even if he wanted to, she was wriggling good and she might free herself quickly. "I ain't no bitch, dude!" Johnny growled as he lifted one hand off Mako, like he was going to let her go, only to push off with his other hand to try and drive his elbow into her skull. Mako seemed to want it rough and the good natured Johnny seemed to have no issue with that.

"And I ain't no 'dude', you dickless piece of-"

Nothing shuts up a person quite as well as a blow to the back of their skull, which Mako knew from a lot of extensive experience. So the irony of Johnny doing unto her as she'd done unto others wasn't lost on her. She fucking hated it, but she got the concept. "...shit."

Mako mumbled as the writhing ceased and she nursed the back of her head, taking some of the fight out of her. For now.

Johnny hopped up to his feet and bent over, reaching down to roughly grab Mako by the hair. Not only wasn't he feeling like taking it easy on her, he seemed to want to be extra rough with the girl.

He tried to pull her into a standing side headlock and really try and crush her face against his side and his powerful arms. He rarely used a headlock as a submission in its own right. It was always a transitional move but it could be useful for this girl. Not to mention that he was definitely going to transition with it after crushing her for a few seconds.

Mako had to grudingly admit she was impressed. Not with Johnny's strength or athleticism or his skill - nice, all of it, but nothing she cared much for. No, she was surprised by how quickly he'd managed to drop the gentleman routine and give her every bit as good as she gave. Now, that was hot.

Not that she was going to let it on is this match. Here, she was all about business, and on the top of her priorities was getting out from underneath the tight headlock she'd been locked into. He was way, way too strong to just power out of the damned thing, and she was way, way too weak to lift him up. She needed more creative options.

Mako brought the arm behind Johnny up and reached over from behind his shoulder, going for his head. She tried to wrap her hand around his chin and yank it back, force his neck to stretch and let her nails dig into his jaw through her leather gloves.. With some luck, it might get him to let go of the hold, or at least keep him from turning it into something even worse.

Meanwhile, Divine's lazy eyes moved from the fight towards the elder Higurashi brother, waiting over in the opposite corner. She tried to get his attention with a frilly wave and leaned forward on the ropes, as a come-hither look took over her face. A little smile. A slight, devilish tweak in her eyes, peeking out at him from the shadows of her hair.

Johnny squeezed harder as he felt Mako snake her hand around and claw at his jaw, twisting his neck. The thought crossed his mind that maybe he should bite her fingers but with her hands gloved and the pressure bearable, Johnny didn't have to resort to it. He probably wouldn't anyway unless she made a habit of sticking her fingers there. Like the girls who liked to get punch happy with his balls.

he was actually surprised she hadn't gone with a punch or a knee. He wasn't going to let the opportunity pass though.

Johnny reached out with his free hand and grabbed onto Mako's waistband. Johnny bent his knees, growled and tried once to yank his neck away before he would try and pull Mako up and drop her suplex style.

Being small had its advantages - great speed, being able to slip around bigger opponents, and the look on people's bloody faces when they realized this little chit of a girl was quite capable of hurting them Always priceless.

But there were drawbacks, too, and one of them was that guys like Johnny were easily able to toss girls like her around as if they were living ragdolls. All Mako could do was close her eyes and hold on for the ride, as Johnny lifted her up and brought her down for a hard crash into the canvas.

She gritted her teeth and kept the scream captive in her throat, as her back became one big, massive well of pain. Mako rolled to the side as soon as she could and reached for the ropes, trying to grab hold and pull herself back up.

Mamouru had been watching the fight between Johnny and Mako with a dull interest. Mako was fast and she knew how to hit Johnny. He WAS surprised that she had gotten in the shots she had, but Johnny was chiseled from granite and when he caught her, he knew his brother had her.

Truth be told, his mind was barely even in the match so his eyes drifted with his thoughts and he locked onto Divine's. The girl was winking at him, trying to get his attention and he smiled softly at her. She was quite attractive and looked like she would be fun. If it had been a few months ago, or maybe even a few days ago, Mamouru might have felt himself starting to really desire to see what kind of woman she actually was.

Still, maybe she would prove distracting if nothing else. He met her gaze and smiled coyly at her.

Johnny crashed to the mats with Mako and spun on his heels. He watched as she tried to roll way and grinned. If she was going to try and use the ropes to help herself up, then her back would be turned.

Johnny launched himself forward and tried to squeeze his arms around Mako. All he wanted to do was get hold of her and try and pry her free from the ropes so he could German suplex her.

However, he didn't want to just slam her, he wanted to toss her like she was a damn caber. Maybe then her attitude would temper a bit.

Mamoru wasn't the only one watching with half-interest.

Long before she'd even dreamed of joining the AFW, Divine had kept track of the matches. Particularly the hentai. And while she was quite fond of the girl on girl action that Friction offered, she got more than a little enjoyment out of watching mixed matches, as well, and the sound of squealing boys and sighing girls often filled her apartment. The main reason she'd even agreed to try all of this wrestling was to get in the ring and experience it first hand, and if the look on Mamoru's face was any indication, she would get that chance. She returned his coy smile with one of her own and added playful lick of her lips to make it all the more appealing, and her red lipstick glistened as they passes.  Pouty and full, begging to be kissed.

Mako caught a glance of Divine's googly eyes and groaned at the sigh, fighting back her gag reflex. She would have loved to tell Divine just how she felt about her lack of focus - with a few choice four-letter words - but Johnny was the more pressing problem, specifically the way he was grabbing her around the waist. He was starting to get some serious momentum, and she needed to put a stop to it, fast, before he took the match away.

When he squeezed, Mako twisted from side to side, left and right, swinging her elbow around and up to try and clock him on both sides of his silver skull.