Hardcore Meeting (For Acuya)

Kent have to stop her from attacking him constantly since he didnt get a chance to defend himself from the start, though he would never agree to this but that ninja chick, just wanted her revenge on him for what he have done to her during that big event that cost her title shot.

Luckily he caught her with the ranch across her eyes blinding her, allowing him to come up to her and giving a great big hug, squeezing the life out of her, the type of moves he likes to use consider he have bit of kinks so he couldnt help himself. "Hurrgh! Stop why dont you?! I'll crush you if you resist!"

Kent continues to get his powerful arms to coiling around her slender body, thankfully she isnt slippery or anything like that, crushing her against his body more and more while she was still able to speak, bringing her hands over his face that triggers his fear and knowing its true, her nails digging into his face, scratching over his handsomest face! "GAHHHH! NOT THE FACE!"

He quickly lets her go only to reach up for her hands to pry it off his precious face as quickly as he could, hoping he could get it off before attempting to use her arms, her wrists to whip her right into the salad bar close by. "Dont mess with my face!" angrily shouted by him.

Kozue hated Kent Quick more than anyone else in Japan. More than Taylor Parker. More than King. More than Black Dragon. More than that annoying asshole who'd overcharged her for new brakes on her car. Why? Because none of them had tried to rub their bodies against her. Kozue swore she was going to have the disgusting scent of his over-muscled, sweaty body on her until the day she died, and for that, Kozue swore would unleash all hell upon him.

Attacking his precious face was enough incentive for him to let her go, but, no surprise, he couldn't just release her. No, he had to send her hurtling away, making her crash back-first into the salad bar with enough power to move the whole thing.. She hit it hard and croaked at the impact, and she was just barely able to hold on to the sides and keep from falling flat on her ass.

"Oh, fuck you!" She spat to the side as she tried to pull herself up. And failed. "Newsflash, asshat, nobody cares how your face looks if they can't stand to be around you for five seconds."

Kent finally gotten her hands and nails off his face then whipping her away from him where he can hear the salad bar making the loud crashing sound, a good sign for her to get hurt but his face, precious face being raked and dig into his skin, not liking it one bit.

While hes recovering from his injured on his face, rubbing it and such while turning to see her really not happy with for obvious reasons. Kent couldnt help but to displeased with her words about him. "Nrrgh.... you know what? I think I know why.... you dont like me..... cause I was a champion and screw you over.... is that it? HA!......"

He finally slightly gotten over his face pain since he have to fight the ninja chick off and stop her before it gets worst for him, though not thinking about taunting her so much right now. "...... you'll never get a title belt just like me.... losing to me is a sign of never become a champ!..... ALSO!.... people DO care about my face girlie!" He tries to coming towards her hoping to get his hands onto her shoulders and lift her up to toss Kozue over the salad bar.

Kozue groaned the longest, most annoyed, most exasperated groan of her entire life. "Champion?" She shook her head as she tried standing up straight again. "You were never a champion, you dumb fuck. You were the punchline to a shitty joke. Champions defend their titles. Did you ever? You didn't even have the balls to fight for it - who the hell loses their title because someone else fought and lost? You wouldn't even defend your own title! Who the fuck does that? John Mitchel was a better champ than you the second he got in a ring for his belt!"

God, that felt good to get off her chest. Everything she'd looked up on Kent Quick just made her hate him more and more, and from what she'd been reading, she wasn't the only one who shared the sentiment. Granted, saying all that wasn't going to help her win the match. But it was satisfying. She'd take a spiritual victory if she couldn't get a real one.

Kozue tried to scramble as he moved in, but Kent just took up too much of the room's real estate - all she could do was let out a scream and flail as he hurled her over the salad bar and sent her crashing into a few chairs on the other side, coming to a rolling stop on the floor.

"Ohhh...... you..... ughh... grrr.... gah!" Kent was speechless by her words, he wanted to say like 'I could of taken my belt back' or 'I could of defend my title belt' but none ever happened and back then, he was not into wrestling another guy to defend his title belt and Bree, a former member with King's Crew who lost Kent title belt and he no longer able to get it back.

Now he have to deal with her running her pretty mouth making fun of him for possibly the worst Tension Champ in history, thinking about it makes him so annoyed himself as much shes annoyed with him.

"You know what? Shut up!" He gotten angry, rarely showing his anger to anyone, went in to grab hold of her to throw over the salad bar and down into few chairs making all those crashing sounds. Kent slowly going around to meet up with her, seeing how shes somewhat doing, hoping he can catch up to her and going for another of his favorite back bending moves.

"When I whoop your butt and taking names.... whatever your name is I forget..... and Im going to make you respect me!" Kent just have to drill some senses into her, making her treat him with respect even though he did indeed screw her over, but still, she can just bring back his horrible memories! Kent attempt to get her scooping up in his strong arms lifting her up and quickly, and hopefully, put her down back over his knee to drape her backward, putting his hand against her chin and thigh, stretching as hard as he could.

Kozue grabbed the nearest chair that was still standing and tried to make her way back up before Kent could get to her. That wasn't too likely, but worth a shot.  "Yeah, that's right, dumbass." She had a harsh laugh. "Beat the shit out of a chick who's, like, a third your size. That'll make her take you seriously. No wonder King hangs around you, he needs you to make him look smart. I mean, it doesn't work, but..."

Kozue was talking a lot - nothing new, really - but in this case it was because she didn't have much of a choice. Trying to buy time, and not doing that good of a job. Her 'plan' had pretty much boiled down to hit and run tactics, and she hadn't been able to run for a little while now. She couldn't get away when he reached for her, and she sure as hell couldn't escape as he lifted her up, and when he slammed her across his knee and nearly bent her in half, getting out of this became next to impossible. For the moment, she was fucked.

Kozue let out a shrill skriek as he held her down across his knee, and her arms frantically shot towards his face, flailing about like mad and trying to catch him with a lucky blow.

Kent just feeling more irritated than usual, he always being making fun of easily and his jokes is lame sure, but this ninja chick, she really knows how to push his muscle buttons, and putting him with King so that his partner is the better person than him? Nu huh, King isnt handsome like Kent, and he got the title belt before his partner could ever get one! **Why?.... Why does this happen to me?!** His mind blown in anger and confusion. "Shut up! You.... you.... Im... IM HANDSOME!"

Trying to calm himself down the best he could possibly can knowing anger ruin skin, and ruin skin makes wrinkles and when is on his face, God only knows what he would be thinking or acting next. Except now Kent was able to catches her in his arms to scoop her up quickly dropping her back over his knee, bending her backward and watching her stretching out as she screams, Kent is going to break her skinny body in half, moving his hands off her body as he goes to use his forearms to rest on her chest and thigh like resting on the ring apron, weighting it down to see how much she can handle. "Scream all you want.... you.... you.... hate you! I'll make sure you'll..... never get another title shot!" He did the best he can to avoid getting his handsomest face getting hit again, its hard to look good while kicking her butt!

Kozue was in pain, more pain than she'd ever experienced in a match - no, that wasn't true, was it?Getting slammed by this at the royale was more painful than this. And who'd done that? Kent Quick. God, God, God she hated this guy.

"Just because your Mom said you're handsome doesn't mean-"

She would have loved to talk more smack to Kent Quick. Kozue could've done it all day, and gladly would if given have a chance. But it was made a little difficult when he started pressing his forearm down on her chest, crushing her under bulky body. She started to scream, but she held it in her throat when he said that was what he wanted to hear. Fuck that. She wasn't giving Kent one more thing than he deserved in this fight. "Fuck. You. Kent."

While Kent resting his massive muscle arms over the ninja chick body over his knee, squishing her in the most painful way possible, he can hear her back talking him, really hating him so much, oposite from his precious caring for his face. "No you.... you fuck you!" He got nothing.

Thought he'll make her pay for messing his face up like girls get all upset with their makeups. Kent move his arms off her body and reaching for her head, peeling her off his knee to slide it under his arm, trying to drape her arm around his neck before grabbing onto her waistline to yank her up, hoping to hold her vertically in the air to a stalling hold, showing off to.....her and himself. " Like it in the air?! Huh?!"

Kozue could say a lot of things about Kent Quick - and would, if given half a chance and thirty minutes - but one thing she couldn't say was that he was weak. Not that she weighed all that much to begin with , but the way he lifted her up and hoisted her above his head made her feel like she was a feather. There was just no effort, no strain. It didn't even look like his muscles were reacting.

Kozue shook off her awe. He was showboating now, but that wouldn't last. Eventually he'd bring her down to earth, and if he was going to do what she thought he was, this would be the shortest match of her career...and maybe the last. She started kicking her legs, forward and back, trying to upset his balance so she'd fall out of the hold. It was going to be a long way down either way, but she'd prefer to make the journey without his weight driving her down.