Nathan Weed vs. Makoto Takeda - Schoolgirl Crush

Oh. Nathan was honest. That was a surprise. Mako had a putdown and everything all ready to go when he denied it, and then he just went and told the truth. It was a little disappointing, really. And surprising - he was no model, sure, but he had a pretty good body, even as wrestlers went. Trimmed and trained, firm and fit. Granted, he was still a wee bit of pansy-ass, but even with that, he should've still gotten some action.

She could contemplate the mysteries of Nathan's love life later - for now, she had fists to deal with.

Mako moved in, wanting to sink the point of her boot into his kneecap, when she was greated by a volley of light punches aimed at her face. Nothing heavy, easy to deal with, shit stuff, until she felt him grab the sailor fuku by the shoulder and get a solid grip. Not good.

She started to pull away, but she felt his arms go through her legs a moment later, and, surprise of surprises, she found herself on the floor a moment later, trying to pick herself up. And failing at it, because Nathan wasn't done yet.

There was nothing quite like a Boston Crab to remind Mako who exactly was the heavier person in this matchup. That answer was Nathan, with authority, and he was exerting that pressure on her back as he bent her into the crab. In the crowd, she could see Stone start to lean forward, as if she wanted to intervene, but Mako shot it down with a quick shake of her head. No, she had this.

She planted her palms flat on the canvas and started to push up, defying the hold as she began to crawl her way to the ropes. They weren't that far away, thankfully, but they were still too distant for her tastes. "Come on..fuck!"

Nathan blinked. Was this right? Judging from the cursing and the urgency with which Mako was pulling them toward the ropes, the hold wasn't exactly comfortable for her. But she didn't seem like she was in any pain, and she certainly didn't seem like she was in any hurry to tap out. When he'd seen this done in other matches, the person on the bottom would scream and claw desperately; Mako was methodical and businesslike. Mako had proven to have an astounding tolerance for pain, but he thought it more likely that he was doing something wrong.

Maybe if he changed angles? Nathan adjusted his grip on Mako's legs, making sure they were secure. Then, experimentally, he'd lift his hips and take a tiny step backwards, so that his almost standing body would hover, not over Mako's hips and lower back, but closer to Mako's head, moving the pressure from Mako's lower back to her upper back and neck and transitioning from a Boston Crab into what he would learn later is called an Elevated Boston Crab.

In the crowd, Amy found herself making excuses. I mean, the match is pretty exciting, so I can't knock Alicia for that; I'm practically on the edge of my seat, too. And I've been more than my fair share of Boston Crabs, so I totally get the urge to shake your head- to do anything, really- to keep your mind off of the pain. She just happened to be facing our way, and it's just a coincidence that Alicia settled down after.

As she thought these thoughts, Amy stood her flask down beneath her chair. She pulled a hair-tie from her wrist and used it to tie her hair back into a ponytail. Everything's fine, she assured herself as she picked her flask back up, and there's no reason to be paranoid. I just feel like tying my hair back is all.

Boston Crabs, Boston Crabs, always with the fucking Boston Crabs. Why the hell did people like to put her in a Boston Crab so goddamn much? It had happened at least three other times since she joined this company, and her back was beginning to show the effects.

The other times, she'd managed to escape it. Barely, sure, and she needed a little outside assistance one of those times, but she'd done it. For a moment, she thought she could do it here, too. Then Nathan lifted up, bore down on the hold and came down hard right on her head, bending her into a perfect C-shape. There wasn't any escaping from this, no way she'd get to the ropes if she had a millions years to try. Time to call in the calvary.

Mako pounded her fists into the mat and screamed with more noise than you'd ever dream a girl her size could generate. "Now!"

Stone had a little sigh and pulled her hood back, revealing her shiny, spiky hair. Everyone nearby spotted it and immediately started to back, knowing full well that shit was about to go down and not wanting to be in the vicinity. Wise moves. "For the record, I really am sorry about this."

She jumped out of her chair and spun around, swinging her arms high and trying to take Amy down with a quick clothesline. She was small, all she'd need was one or two good hits to bring her down and end this...but, then again, Stone had thought the same thing about Mako when they first fought, and she'd been wrong then, too.

At least she wasn't the only piece in play. Divine didn't have any problems to deal with on her end, aside from the aching caste around her arm. That wasn't nearly enough to stop her as she made her way out of the crowd, slid into the ring, and tried to hit Nathan with the taser from behind, lighting him up right in the small of his back.

The unmistakable sounds of fists on the mat resounded beneath him. Tapping; it was over. Nathan gingerly stepped forward again, looking to ease her to the mat, but he paused. Wait, what had she said? 'Now?'

Mako had a voice with a volume to rival Amy's own, and her signal had resounded all around the arena. Amy's eyes had automatically turned to her neighbor who, despite Amy's attempts to convince herself otherwise, revealed herself to indeed be part of the gang. To her credit, Alicia really did seem sorry, but that didn't stop her from swinging out at her. Amy pushed off with her feet and leaned casually back in her folding chair when Alicia began her assault- her powerful arm whiffed threateningly but harmlessly over her face- tipping it backwards and onto the floor. Amy rolled backwards and up to her feet.

She dropped her flask and grinned triumphantly. "I fucking knew it." She took a step forward, the beginnings of a running dropkick... but she stopped. Most of the immediate crowd had dispersed when Alicia had thrown off her disguise, but the two rows in front were still rapt at attention at the goings on in the ring. Amy grimaced; if she connected the dropkick, there was definitely going to be some collateral damage. Fuck.

Amy took a different tack; she picked up one of the many abandoned steel chairs from at her feet, then slammed it hard down onto another. Crash! That got their attention. "Move!" She snarled, and, just like that, the section was empty. Despite having sold her initiative to buy the audience members' escape, Amy was able to smile again. She lifted her chair.

The ref was down by Mako's face, asking if she wanted to give up, so Nathan hadn't won yet. Oops. But at this point it was easier to just release the hold. As soon as he dropped Mako's legs, he heard an ominous clicking noise tear menacingly through the air. Then he felt something press into his lower back.

Nathan's mind turned instantly blank as pure agony lit up his nervous system. Nathan's entire musculature tensed up and flexed, pushing him up onto his toes and locking his neck so that he could see nothing but the harsh stadium lights- would have seen, at least, if his eyes hadn't screwed themselves shut. He wanted to scream, but his jaws refused to open, resulting in a guttural roar that crashed against, then burst out through clenched teeth. Nothing had ever hurt this much before; he wished he could pass out, but he stayed cruelly conscious for what seemed like an eternity.

All of this lasted for maybe a second or two. His body, like a toddler's hand on a hot stove, jumped instinctively away from danger almost immediately after the taser had been activated. But the damage was done; Nathan collapsed onto his hands and knees, then rolled over gingerly onto his back, groaning as he embraced the cool of the mat. His prone form was completely vulnerable as his body recovered and his mind scrambled to catch up.

The scene in the ring halted Amy's advance yet again. On the one hand, Alicia didn't seem to be any bigger than Army; Amy could take her. On the other, that would take time, and Nathan was in trouble now. Her eyes flicked urgently back and forth between the ring and Alicia, but the choice was clear. In one smooth motion, Amy hurled her weapon like a horizontal spinning sawblade at Alicia's neck, then took off to her left. If uninterrupted, she'd turn toward the ring, jumping over chairs and abandoned personal items until she reached the barrier. She'd climb over that, slide deftly into the ring, then launch herself at Nathan's armed assailant with a flying knee.

Mako wished she could record the sound that Nathan made. It would've made an excellent ringtone. Every time she'd get a call, she'd hear that stifling, stuttering staccato sound, and it would make her smile.

Having her back freed from the Boston Crab's pincers felt good, but it felt even better to see Nathan flop down beside her, watching as his face contorted into a twisted visage. "Nice save."

"It's what I do." Divine gave the taser a twirl as she strutted around Nathan's twitching body, still managing to look sexy even when one functioning arm. She licked her lips and looked Nathan's body over, appreciating his form the same way Mako had. "Is it play time, now?"

"Oh, yeah, well past it." Mako squirmed her way on top of Nathan and straddled his waist, shifting a bit on his lap to get a comfortable position. Her back still ached, but she had enough energy to finish this in the proper way.

Someone had a different idea, though. Mako heard the pitter-patter of storming feet behind her - at first she thought it was Stone, but Divine's cry of anguish told her different. She turned around to see her partner dropped down to her knees, reeling in front of some blonde bitch from the audience, the same one Stone had been talking to. Mako had no idea who she was, and she couldn't have given less of a shit. She was in the way, she was an obstacle, and obstacles got demolished.

She popped up as fast as she could and tried to tackle the girl from behind, drag her down before she had the chance to switch targets.

Amy only realized that her target had an arm in a sling after her knee had connected. But the fact registered several levels beneath active awareness; she was far more concerned with the taser that still hung from the woman’s grip. The woman fell to her knees, and Amy swung a vicious right hook at her face. “Drop-”

But Amy didn’t have a chance to finish the command, because something collided into her from behind, wrapping small but strong arms around her stomach and bringing her down to the mat face first. Amy could hazard a guess as to what that something was.

“Bitch!” Amy struggled to turn over onto her back to get eyes on her assailant, as well as bring her arms into effective defensive and punching position.

Nathan, for his part, had been contemplating the metallic taste in his mouth, when the commotion started to drag him out of his reverie. He had felt weight briefly press down on his lap before evaporating just as quickly, but now familiar voices were struggling to lift his awareness out of the sea of befuddlement. First, he tried to roll over to his hands and knees. Good start.

"Damn straight!" This girl - this stupid, idiotic, about-to-be-pulverized girl - was only an inch or two taller than Mako, not big enough to make much of a difference in a straight up fight, and she was distinctly not going to get a straight up fight. Mako came at her wild and warring, as she took the mount position and started going to town with a few fierce punches at her pretty blonde head.

"Fucking bitch!" She slammed into the girl's guard with a harsh hook, trying to get her fists in through any crack she could find."Think you can come in here, mess in my business, huh?"

And now it wasn't just the four of them in the ring, either - Amy had stunned her for a moment with the share, but Stone managed to shake it off, and she was just now coming into the ring. Right in time to see Nathan making an effort of getting back to his feet. Right in time to put a stop to it.

She came over, put her boot on his back, and stomped him back into the canvas, putting her weight on his spine to ensure cooperation. "Fair warning: Stay down."

Amy had been on the receiving end of one ground and pound before. The girl on top then was a whipped waif of a girl, spurred on more by desperation than by actual combat prowess.

This was different. Mako was strong, she was fast, and she was out for blood. The punches were malicious and deadly, and they fell against her forearms like hailstones in a hurricane. But Amy was fresh, and her blood was boiling. Mako wanted to brawl; Amy liked to brawl.

“Fuck your business, schoolgirl!” Amy dropped her guard and reached out for the collar on Mako’s clothes with her left hand- two punches immediately rocked her from head side to side, and Amy already could taste blood inside her mouth; bitch was fast. She reared back her right and shot it out while at the same time pulling her left- and Mako’s head- in toward it. Then she’d try and roll them over to get in her own shots from the superior position. “All I see is big bad biker chick can’t even handle one washed-up chickenshit white knight in the ring, and has to call in her friends to help.”

“Amy… damn…” Nathan groaned and collapsed back into the mat, a heavy boot grinding into his spine. But he was lucid now, and even had a general sense of what was going on, even if some parts still didn’t make any sense- biker chick?- so he couldn’t do nothing. Gritting his teeth, he pushed up hard against the weight in his back, trying to power his way back to his feet. “Hrrgh!”

Something was very, very wrong here. At first, Mako had thought this was just some stupid girl that lacked enough brains to realize how silly it was to get involved in Valkyrie business. In which case,  showing her the error of her ways would be dfeasy as landing a few good punches and waiting for the tears to flow. But, no. Mako landed those punches. The girl was still coming. Who the fuck was this?

It was an intriguing question, and one she didn't seem like to get the answer to at the moment, as she wound up taking a harsh shot right in the face. The little cunt had fire, hit hard, dazed Mako long enough for the tables to get turned. All of the sudden, she was the one on the bottom and the new girl was on top, getting a few quick shots on her face while the crowd rallied behind them. As if this little bitch had a real chance.

Divine showed them how wrong they were, when she rolled to her feet and came at the girl from behind with a roundhouse kick to the back of her head. And if that wasn't enough to drill the point home, Stone had something, too.

"Have it your way." She moved her foot away and leaned down, wrapping her arm around Nathan's waist as he foolishly continued to try and rise. She squeezed hard, lifted him up, and flipped him over with a German Suplex, dumping him upside down and bringing all that weight into his shoulders.

Gotta get her once good on the nose, blood for blood. Amy was taking whatever she could get in the heat of things with Mako, but now that she was on top...

But any plans for precision striking crumpled like a ball of paper when a furious roundhouse kick snapped her chin to her neck and knocked her forward on top of Mako. "Fuck..." Amy groaned. A wildcat in front, taser girl behind-"GAHH!" the tremors from Nathan crashing down heavily on the back of his head and shoulders shook the ring- and Big Barda's back in action. Things weren't looking good. Amy would slowly try and roll off of Mako, putting her back to the mat, her breathing heavy and head pounding, but her eyes still afire.