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

Johnny rolled out of the ring and was surprised to hear another voice. He'd completely forgotten about the third girl until she spoke to him. He raised an eyebrow as she pointed. She really didn't need to help him out but he shrugged and turned around. Apparently  Mako wanted to take off her jacket and show off her small, but cute frame.

Johnny stood up and smiled at Mako. <Don't like to speak English, dude?> He said. "<Don't matter to me what ya speak if you wanna trade fists and junk.> He beckoned her with his hands up. They had a little bit of time to mix it up before they got counted out.

While Mako did look badass in her jacket and the outfit was just fine for the road, leather wasn't exactly made for strenous workout. When the sweat started to pour, it had to come off. Though she took that as a good sign, really - most of her fights didn't go long or hard enough for that to be a real problem. Johnny warranted a higher step than most, and she'd been craving a fight like this ever since her boyfriend dropped out of the AFW.

<"Nothing wrong with English. Just don't see the point in speaking it to someone from my own country. We're Japanese, so let's speak Japanese."> It was hardly a big deal, but it always did bug her how some of her people seemed to prefer speaking in English, even when it wasn't necessary. It wasn't a 'Japan Pride' thing, it was a 'why bother?' thing.

As interesting a conversation as it might have made, she had other priorities. Johnny was still a long way from finished, and she moved in to rectify that. As soon as Mako was close enough, she stepped forward and swung her leg out, looking like she was going to kick him square between the legs and trying to draw his attention towards protecting his sacred family jewels. Instead of completing the kick, though, she stopped it halfway and jumped up to throw a right cross at his face.

Whatever. Johnny barely spoke much Japanese anymore. Marrying a gaijin who hadn't understood a word of it before she came here helped with that. acting like a cool Yankee surfer dude also helped. It's not like he forgot how to speak his native tongue though. He was more interested in the fight and he watched as Mako prepared herself.

Johnny watched as Mako faked a kick. Right in the balls from the look of it. Johnny's face scrunch with the expectant pain that came from the crotch shot but, surprisingly enough, he didn't cover to protect himself. To him, a girl aiming for his jewels was just another day at the office and while it was never a pain he'd get used to, in some weird sense, he had certainly come to the expectations that came with it. He'd been in matches where his groin had been hit multiple times.

If he had to take one shot, in full view of the referee, to earn a spot in the next round without having to throw another attack of his own, then he could endure it. It was a weirdly easy choice to make.

He glanced, keeping his feet open but his guard up and waited. But the kick never came. Johnny's lips curled faintly. Obviously she was more interested in winning then destroying his chances at fatherhood. Still, he hadn't really thought about it being a feint when he prepared. He had just assumed that some girls liked punishing nuts far more than they liked winning. It was probably an unfortunate thing for Mako.

With Johnny fully in a guarding stance, Mako's cross looked awkward and sloppy. He bent his body backwards enough to let the cross slip past him and then stepped forward to rocket a hard fist up his own right up and under Mako's body, hoping to drive a fist deeply into her budding breast.

He was pretty certain she could take a fist to the jaw and maybe she was expecting a gut punch to slow her down, but there was a part of Johnny that sort of liked targeting a girl's chest. Maybe it was the same thrill a girl got when she kicked him in the junk? Unfortunately for them, Johnny's punch was perfectly legal.

With her helmet and jacket on, it wasn't terribly unusual for people to mistake Mako for being a guy, so it went without saying that her body was lacking horizontally as well as vertically. There just wasn't much padding on her chest. Not that she cared - if a girl like Amanda didn't care, then fuck what anyone else thought - but she couldn't help but have a little morbid wondering when people hit what little chest she had. Maybe it was a good thing those blows went straight to the muscle, maybe not.

Whatever the case, Johnny's punch hurt, and not just because he sunk it in about halfway through her chest. Having her little trick thrown back in her face was annoying, but she should have known better. How long had he been wrestling? Two years? Three? It might have worked on new blood, but he'd already shown he could let loose on top of the experience, so being cute wasn't going to get her anything but more pain.

Mako growled as the punch knocked her out of the air and sent her sailing back. She managed to land on her feet, but that didn't mean she would stay on them. She took a few staggering steps back until she dropped to one knee and barely avoided falling flat on her ass, grasping her chest while she glared back at him.

The crowd, of course, laughed and cheered. Mako didn't ignore. She savored it. Just one more reason it would be so sweet when it all came falling down on their heads.

Johnny watch as Mako stumbled backwards and nearly fell backwards. It felt great but he couldn't rest on his laurels. As she stumbled, Johnny charged Mako and reached for her short, boyish hair.

The ref was starting to get high on the count, so he had to wrap this up. Maybe he could even get a count out victory. With the grip on her hair, he tried to heave her into the steel steps. Or, what would have been the steps if the biker chicks hadn't parked their rides everywhere.

Johnny mentally shrugged. If they liked their bikes, or their skulls so much, maybe they should have kept them further up the ramp.

The count hadn't escaped Mako's notice, either, and she was starting to consider how she'd get back in the ring to beat it. Losing here would make the Valkyries look bad, but losing by countout was just fucking unacceptable. That would make some of her gang start to question her leadership, and once they did that, it was only a matter of time before someone made a try for her spot, looking to lead the pack. That was how she'd come in, and she wasn't stupid enough to think history couldn't repeat itself.

That worry went flying away and was quickly replaced with another, as Johnny sent her careening towards her very own, customized, second-generation Suzuki Hayabusa GSX1300R, complete with recushioned leather seating, improved grips on the handlebars, a perfect paintjob and stylized decals, and a hydraulic disk tthat she'd ordered and installed with her own two fucking hands. Just sent her running right into her baby, like he didn't realize how much of a piece of art it was, of the magnificence he could potentially ruin.

Mako crashed into her bike - her own goddamn bike - and knocked it over with the impact, making it topple with her on top. Her cry of pain turned into one of pure rage as she rolled off it and started to pull herself up the apron. "I'm taking that out of your ass, you fuck!" She spat - in English - Johnny's way and looked at Stone, who had this blithe, irritating, 'I told you so' look on her face. "Move the bikes, get them in the back! Go!"

Johnny, almost casually, slipped back into the ring and sauntered over to his brother. "I'll give you some time to fix your bike, dude!" He yelled back with a shit eating grin as he slapped Mamouru's outstretched hand.

Johnny slipped through the ropes and smiled more. "Oi! Why don't ya tag out an I'll help ya put it back together!"

Mamouru, meanwhile, slipped into the ring and waited patiently to see what Mako might do.

"Go fuck yourself, Johnny!"

That was really all Mako had to say on the matter as she made her way back in the ring, carefully watching as Stone started to wheel her baby out. She'd have to look over it later, and if there was one scratch, just one fucking scratch, she was going to hunt Johnny down. Mako didn't give a shit who his wife was.

She came into the ring just in time to see Mamoru take Johnny's spoke, and she snorted at the sight. She wanted to roll over his ass, too, but she was frankly still feeling the effects of going hard with Johnny. Even if she did have the energy to take him on, he would only wear her down while his stronger brother recovered. Best to take a rest.

Besides, she could feel Divine's hot, horny, heavy breath on her shoulder from seven feet away. "Knock yourself out." Mako tagged her in and slipped back through the ropes.

"Finally." She came in through the middle and top ropes, bending down as she went so Mamoru would have a perfect view of every little curve. "That was a little too barbaric for my tastes. I'm not against violence, but I don't think we have to go quite that hard." She started to saunter his way with her long, lean, dancer-legs, folding her arms over her chest as she neared. "Agree? Disagree?"

Mamouru watched as Divine was tagged in. He crouched and looked her over as she purred at him. He smiled. Junichi-kun certainly isn't as refined as I am." He said almost casually but left it at that.

If she would prefer to display himself, then Mamouru would certainly have no issue taking advantage of it. He shot forward, dropping to his knees as he lunged for her leg to try and yank her off her feet.

'Refined'. That wasn't quite the word Divine would have used, but she was willing to work with it.

While she had been walking towards Mamoru, she was glad she'd made the decision not to get too close - as it was, she just barely had the time to move to the side and avoid his grab for her leg, spinning to the side with a quick twirl on her heel. Divine wasn't nearly as strong as Stone and she didn't have Mako's ferocity, but she did have one thing they didn't - she knew how to dance, and she'd do it all over him if he gave her half a chance.

She brought the same leg he'd reached for back and shot it out to the side, trying to hit him with a roundhouse kick to the chest before he could make his way back up.