Hardcore Meeting (For Acuya)

Kent taking a deep breath, exhaling and inhaling slowly to control his pain while keeping himself up standing by the table, he isnt used to getting hurt like this, just normal pro wrestling and definitely not like this, do wonder if hes going to get involved another hardcore matches in the future? Done it once, done it twice.... more likely gonna happen again, Kent groan thinking about it.

Enough of that, now with a shove to Ninchick face to back her off which he shoved her hard enough to slam right into the salad bar hurting her back, not a bad way to get back hurting.

"Damn.... my head.... " he slightly rubbing his head from the attacked from behind, he slowly limping towards to Ninchick to the salad bar once more, shes weaken but same as Kent, groaning a little from the pain he was put into even it wasnt that much.

Kent moving slowly and closer to her, hoping to pull her up to lay on the veggies which its sad for it to go to waste, but he needs to keep her down and weaken as he can, trying to lay her back and bring his right arm up, aim to swing down to club her on the stomach.

Kozue was starting to wish she'd planned this out with a little more forethought. She'd been so focused on hurting Kent Quick and getting revenge that she hadn't let her mind wander to more important things, like if she could even win this match, straight up. So far, all sources were pointing to 'no', and her odds were not improving. She'd hurt Kent, but he'd hurt her more. It wasn't even close.

He laid Kozue along the salad bar, staining her shirt with a slimy mix of dressing. She shivered at the feeling and started to sit up, but Kozue's ascent was interrupted by Kent's fist, as it crashed hard into her stomach.

Kozue's body jackknifed for a painful moment, before she flattened back out again and rolled to the side. She clutched her battered gut and groaned, as her face contorted.

"Huff.... ugh.... you hit me with chair and napkin dispenser.... and even stabbed me with a fork.... but I manage to see you weaken and down only few moves.... huff... now look what happen to you, no wonder you jobber to big wrestlers like me..." he makes fun of her as she took a hard club to the stomach, hurting her on the salad bar bed of veggies.

Kent need to think hardcore, need to be tough as he can if he want to add in his reference that he could do hardcore matches so he must do so to expand out his knowledge one way or another. He tries to scoop her up in his arms with her body facing at his large chest, arm between the legs and other over her shoulder, he can feel his leg is hurting and struggling to stand himself for too long, he tries to back up facing the tables and leaning forward, grunting and enduring the pain, hoping to quickly lean back to launch her out of his arms, send her flying.

Kozue was only half-paying attention to what Kent was saying. Partly because she was a little busy trying to process the pain, partly because she didn't give a shit, and partly because he was saying the most inane babble. If he was calling her a jobber to big wrestlers, she hardly saw how that was a problem, since the only other person in the AFW Kent's size was King. The vast majority of Tension males weren't even half Kent's size, but everyone acted like Tension was full of musclebound meatheads picking on skinny girls. All because of two guys. Stupid shit.

At any rate, that was a fleeting thought as Kent continued his domination, hurling her over a table so hard that she went spinning along the way. She crashed hard on the side of it, then fell the rest of the way down to her back, landing near the VIP room's entrance. She rolled from side to side on the floor, facing down while she ran her hands down her back, hissing at the sharp pain in her spine.

Kent fell hard onto his back to the floor and luckily nothing is there waiting for him to land on like forks or other silverware, at least he felt a little bit better for flinging Ninchick out of his arms and sending her flying into the tables before, where ever she went to after that.

Panting a little, still his leg isnt the best shape thought not completely hurting now since the fork is out of his thigh, yet the blood still coming out, not liking it one bit. He slowly pushing himself to get up and looking for her, noticing her body is laying near the entrance of the VIP door.

"Huff.... hmmm...." Moving towards her as Kent is thinking of doing more back inflicting pain to her as he can. Once getting close to her body he tries to scoop her up in his arms just like before with one hand between her legs and surely she wouldnt mind his hand placing on her ass, which he didnt mean to...... on the other hand over her shoulder, holding her up against his chest and getting between the door from the outside and inside the VIP room... he would use Ninchick back to press against the jamb, pushing her to bend backward, see if she'll give up. "Hurrrgh...... you should.... give up!"

For the record, Kozue very much did mind Kent Quick grabbing her ass. She really didn't like him touching any part of her anatomy, but especially not that part. Just the thought of his grubby, mutty hands on her ass, fondling her, getting off on the touch, enjoying it way more than a freak like him had any right to...it made her retch. She could feel the bile rising up from her stomach, and at that moment she wanted to be anywhere else.

But no, she was here, still getting manhandled by a grown man with the body of a hulk and the brain of a ten year old. Life could suck like that, sometimes.

A full scream came out as Kent cracked her against the door jamb, and for once, Kent Quick made perfect sense. She really should give up. But the thought of giving up and verbally acknowledging Kent was just something she didn't have the constitution for. Even as her body limply hung over his shoulder, it wasn't happening. "Go fuck yourself, Kent." She managed to wheeze it out.

Kent willing to finish her off as soon as he can so the big handsomest man alive could go to the doctor or somewhere that can help with his injury, most likely not wanted a permanent, he'll have to make her tap out somehow and by doing so, he pushes her back crushing her backward against the door jamb only to hear her cussing him.

"Hey now, you should wash that mouth of yours!" Kent pushing her poor back in his hold, moving backward away from the entrance while stumbling still keeping his balance to stand on his feet. He slowly putting her down on the floor trying to get her facing down, ready to try make her tap out another way.

"Huff.... maybe you'll appreciate from my next wrestling technique!" He would reach down for her chin grab under with one hand and the other one of her ankles, pulling both together towards to the center of her body and lifting her up a bit, like a hanging ballerina.

At least Kent seemed done with throwing her around like a rag doll for the time being. No, now he was big into submission holds, and all about twisting her into a living pretzel. He put her into a hold she doubted he even knew the name for and started to bend her at the waist, as if he was trying to fold her body in two. He probably could, too, if she gave him enough of a chance. And she didn't have any means of stopping him, either...not with her body, anyway.

But her mouth had gotten her into this situation. Maybe it could get her out.

"Hey..." She had to fight to get the words out with the way he had her chin clenched. "Time...out. I need to ask you something important."

Kent gotten her in another of his submission hold, another type of back bending move that surely she can handle it from the looks of her skinny yet durable body of hers that can roll into a ball, backward, trying to bend her so that her bottom side of her foot could touch the top of her head, thinking, maybe he could use this as his finisher, that would be great!

"Time to tap out!...." Almost pulling her backward, then he can hear her talking, saying something to him, something important, makes him wonder what she got, since shes really weaken from the back beating, she probably cant do anything to him even letting her go, which he did and let her drop to the floor.

"Time out?..... Huff.... this isnt a playground you know? But fine." He slowly moving near the table and grab one of the chair, turning back to Ninchick girl and placing the chair on her without using the legs to touch her or anything, Putting the chair down above her body and sitting down, looking down between his legs to see her head. "So.... huff.... what is sooooo important Ninchick?"

Okay, so, Kent was stupid enough to let Kozue take a moment off, but not so stupid as to let her run free while she did it. She would give him credit for that much, though she absolutely hated the view from below. Kent's smug, smiling face looking down her, the stench of his body odor, the weight pressing down on her chest...some things, no woman should have to endure.

"Ninjette." She huffed and winced as she squirmed around, trying to find a comfortable position. "Something I've been trying to figure out, can't quite put together - why are you with King? You and those other numbnuts from the royale. Why are you doing what he tells you to do?"