Nathan Weed vs. Makoto Takeda - Schoolgirl Crush

Stone breathed a low, discreet sigh of relief - this was awkward enough without Amy catching on before they even really got started, and she did not relish the idea of getting into a backstage brawl in the middle of a whole crowd of unsuspecting people. Maybe fighting Amy was inevitable, but she didn't have to rush it.

"No problem, easy to get distracted." She looked forward as well, just in time to have a hearty wince at the way the match was going.

Mako had been controlling things from the start, but now it seemed like Nathan was firmly in the driver's seat, and he was taking their leader for a well-deserved ride. She was having just about enough of being on the defense, and when he came in with the last hook and gave her a moment to breath, she took full advantage and swung out with a sharp right hook. The only problem was that Nathan wasn't there to take it.

"Cocksucking, piece of-" Mako raised her arms for an axehandle, wanted to cracked him on the back of his neck, but he pulled her down the next moment, dropped her flat, and put her in a whirling spin. The crowd cheered, though Mako wasn't sure if they were applauding Nathan or enjoying the panty shot as her skirt flew up.

"Fuckwad, let go!" Unfortunately for her, Nathan did let go - he sent her flying into the turnbuckle, head first. Her skull slammed into the middle of it and she fell to the ground, cradling the top of her head while she rolled back and forth, muttering a stream of English and Japanese vulgarities.

Nathan wished he knew a little more about submission holds. For someone so small, Mako was eating his punches like she enjoyed them; she was tough, maybe tougher than a good number of the men he’d fought, and a good arm or leg lock would have been a great way to wear down and placate such a ferocious fighter.

Unfortunately Nathan didn’t have the technical expertise to lock in anything more complicated than a bearhug or headlock. He knew what a handful were supposed to look like, but he didn’t want to try something incorrectly and cause undue injury. He supposed that he could go for a Boston Crab or Sharpshooter; those seemed straightforward enough.

But no, Nathan had chosen to toss Mako into the corner for a reason. He knew what he was doing with an opponent in the corner; things made sense there. And, tough girl or not, a tenderized opponent breathing through bruised ribs was going to be easier to deal with than one that wasn’t.

Nathan strode purposefully over to Mako’s corner, stopping briefly to toss her discarded shoes out of the ring toward the ramp- leaving them out was a good way to roll an ankle- and pulled the dazed Mako up to her feet by her shoulders and shoved her against the turnbuckle. Then he would continue his assault, working her body with a barrage of sharp uppercuts.

Nathan had started the match out as a total pansy ass, but it seemed like he'd found a set of balls when she wasn't looking, because things were kicking up into high gear. He didn't have any qualms about hitting little girls anymore, no question. The growing lump on her head was living, throbbing proof.

She started to make her way up, using the ropes for support and only stopping to shoot a couple of quick glances out into the audience. Stone was in position on one side, talking with some pretty little white girl, and Divine was flirting with some vendor girl by the stairs. Blending in, that was the plan, she just hoped they didn't blend in so well that they forgot what their roll was. Mako wanted to play for a while longer before the trap was sprang, but she didn't want surprises when that time came.

Mako wasn't given much time to worry about that, though, since Nathan was still on the warpath. She was hauled up before she could get too far, tossed on the turnbuckle with all the care of a rag doll, and fed a first-class feast of fine uppercuts, right in her stomach. She took the first to all the way, full impact, before she managed to get her arms back on guard to absorb some of the pain. It helped some, yeah, but it left her trapped in the corner, taking whatever punishment Nathan dished out.

Nathan had completely forgotten that he was supposed to be afraid of hitting women. Was he cured? Uncertain. But he certainly no longer held any reservations about punching Mako.

She had excellent reflexes; despite having planted her head deep into the turnbuckle from the air, he had only managed one clean hit before her guard came up and solidified around her guts. But that could work for him.

Nathan changed targets- but only briefly. He would throw a left hook at her head to knock it into his straight; he was hoping that would be enough to get her guard to translate upwards, leaving her ribs nice and open for a left and right hook combo after. Two upstairs, two downstairs; it would keep her arms busy and confused, at least for a little while. The pattern would continue until Mako's guard gave up, and she looked ready for a pin.

Mako was tough for her size. No, fuck that, she was tough for anyone's size. She prided herself on being able to take the absolute best anyone could dish out,  man or woman. But she was human. She had limits. And as Nathan worked her over in the corner, she found herself getting pushed to the edge of them in a hurry.

She kept her guard tight as his blows crashed into her body, starting up a pounding rhythm as the referee began to call for them to break it up. She knew that wasn't happening - Nathan had a good position, and he wasn't crazy enough to lose it. He was crazy enough to give her a pattern to work with, though, and even with all the pain from the occasional shots she kept on taking, Mako was able to recognize it. Patterns were predictable. Patterns, she could work with.

She waited until his last two bottom shots and immediately ducked as he went back up high again, letting the punch sail over her head. Mako reached over Nathan's body, holding him close, while she tried to snake one of her legs behind his ankle and push forward. Her goal was to trip him and bring him down, flat on the mat with her on top. Her favorite position.

Crap. Nathan had underestimated Mako again. Falling into a rhythm wasn't a mistake that Nathan generally made, but, together with her headbutt to the corner, Nathan really thought that she was was only a cycle or two away from dreamland. Hell, that concoction have been enough to put him down. Nathan was... impressed.

But he was about to pay for his carelessness. He didn't know Mako apart from the several minutes they'd spent fighting each other, but little things, like the way she'd called him "bitch" and "fuckwad," suggested that she had something of a temper, and he was willing to bet that she had an itching sense of vengeance to match. The position was familiar, though- her on top, him on bottom- and, since she was already close to her chest, he brought his arms up around her back again, keeping her pressed nice and tight against his body to limit her range of movement while he tried to come up with ways to escape back to his feet.

Nathan had a nice body. Really. As much as Mako hated to admit it, when she was pressed up against him like this, forced close to his body, trapped tight against him, it felt...good. She'd spent so much time with women that she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have a man underneath her, but she was quickly remembering.

Business before pleasure, though. While she was on top once again, he was restricting her movements, just like last time. Smart, but she was a little more into it, now and she realized there were a few options to explore. Like, say, subtly digging her knees into his balls and applying pressure. Or grabbing the back of his head with one hand while she pressed her forearm into his neck with the other. Little things like that, designed to make Nathan's stay on the floor as unpleasant as possible

If Nathan had expected this exchange to proceed like last time, he had another thing coming. Punches he could handle; he’d been handling punches since middle school. But a forearm to the throat was putting an expiration date on the blood in his brain and the air in his system. To make matters worse, a distinct and growing discomfort between his legs was proving to be very effective at distracting from finding an escape. He didn’t have long to think.

His mind raced. Keeping her pressed to his body like this suddenly didn’t seem like the best idea. Could he push her far away enough to tag her in the face? Maybe, but his leg was still tangled up in hers, so bucking her off wouldn’t work this time. He had the longer arms, though, so at the very least she’d have to separate from…

His face contorted into a grimace, and he let out a sickened “Ughhh….” Okay, the arm in the throat was bad, but he really wanted to get that knee out of his balls. No more thinking; it was time for action. Without a thought for consequence, Nathan would try and roll them over, switching their positions. He’d disengage his hold and use a hand to press down on her chest while lifting his torso as high up as possible to pry her away from around his neck. And the whole knee in his nuts thing… hopefully that would sort itself out without too much heartbreak by the time he got back to his feet.

Yeah, this was more like it. Mako was more of a bone breaker than a throat squeezer, preferring to hear her victims scream when it came to submission holds, but she tried to keep her options open after things got down to the floor. And besides, there was some solid satisfaction in seeing that look on Nathan's face. That agony. That frustration. Maybe even fear? She could've sworn that was there, too.

"That's right, big man." She snapped her teeth at Nathan as he groaned, like a starving dog at a meal he just couldn't reach. "Squirm. Let me see that look." She pressed down harder and let out a hot, raspy breath all over his face. Mako had to give Nathan credit, the guy reacted to pain in the most pleasing ways.

"Let me...let..." And just like that, the fun was over. He was pushing her up and away, making her abandon the chokehold, leaving her with nothing but a knee in his nuts. As satisfying as that was, it wasn't going to do by itself, so her options were clear.

Mako gave a gruff grunt and and let go off him entirely, then rolled back and did a reverse somersault off his body. She spat to the side and started to stand back up, staring at him with the jackal's smile all the way. "What's wrong, Nathan-chan? Not used to having a real woman on top?"

The pressure in his throat let up, and Nathan was relieved. Then the pressure at his balls disappeared, and he was grateful. He quickly but cautiously got back to his feet, too; a little lightheaded, maybe, and if he had to do any walking in the next half minute he might do it in a bit of an achy limp, but otherwise he was solid.

And so was Mako, alarmingly. Despite the abuse that he’d heaped onto her body, she was smiling like a playful predator, and her taunting hadn’t slowed any either. Nathan couldn’t quite put words to how he felt about Mako, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. Respectful came close.

“It’s been a while.” Nathan admitted. His stance was up again, but his intentions were far from boxing. He felt like he was spending a lot of energy on attacks that were less than cost-effective. He needed to wear her down without wearing down himself. If he could get a hand on her, he’d grip her tight by the shoulder (another thing that wrestling had that boxing didn’t? Finger use.) reach between her legs with his other arm, then flip her upside down before slamming her down into the mat. With him on top this time, giving him the license to roll her over and lock in a Boston Crab- his very first, but they really didn't seem all that complicated.

Nathan was a reactive fighter, which was good because Mako was extremely aggressive. But that did mean that he needed her to make the first move. So he waited for her to get close, flicking jabs out at her face to keep her from getting too suspicious.