Nathan Weed vs. Makoto Takeda - Schoolgirl Crush

Mako squeezed her way out from under the girl and stood up, panting hard and making her way up to her feet. Breathing heavy. Rubbing her chin where the bitch got in a solid hit. She looked down at her as Divine backed off. She had just one, tiny question.

"Who!" Mako stomped her in the chest. "The fuck!" Two quick snap kicks shot into her ribs. "Are you?!" She reeled back and swung her leg as hard as she could into the meddler's side. That little spat had been way too close for her liking, and now there were blanks to be filled.

"Amy." Stone gave Nathan a pat on the back and grabbed the nearest rope to haul herself back up. "Her name is Amy. She's his friend."

Mako chuckled and looked down at her. Two for the price of one. Perfect. "Amy. Amy. Cute name." She put her hands on her hips and canted her head to the side as she looked down on. Pretty spunky, as little white girls went. "You his friend? Just his friend?"

Amy’s arms stayed in front of her face as Mako laid into her. Amy held out the best she could; the stomp to her chest elicited a grunt, the two shots to her ribs earned Mako a little groan. But the toe kick burrowed deep into her side, and Amy couldn’t help but cry out in response. It forced Amy to curl up and bring her arms down to the point of contact before dissolving into a coughing fit.

Amy shot Alicia a dirty look, then doubled its intensity when she trained it on Mako to answer her question. “I’m also his coach.” She turned to look at Nathan, who had somehow found his way to his hands and knees again. He was really trying. “Hey, Nate.” He looked up to see Amy flashing him a thumbs up from the mat. “Good work today. The stupid face this bitch made when you threw her into the ringpost is going to be the cover of the next ‘Tension: Greatest Hits’ DVD.”

Nathan set his jaw. Why did Amy always have to go and poke crazy? “She’s not more than a friend. Please let her go.”

Mako had a laugh. Not some evil, maniacle cackle, just a genuine, real, hearty laugh. That was a good putdown. She could respect genuine humor. "Wow, that was actually really funny, Amy. You are a funny, funny little girl." She walked over to Amy's head as she looked towards Nathan. "Know what else is funny?"

Mako brought her foot up and stomped at Amy's head, pinning it down to the floor with her weight to keep the bitch in place. It wasn't quite as bad as it would've been with shoes, but it would do. And besides, she had other options.

She looked at Stone. Then back to Nathan. Then right back to Stone, as her smile grew even wider. "Nathan, tell  your bitch to stop barking." She paused, then nodded as an even better idea popped into her head. "Use those terms, too."

"Mako..." Nathan pleaded. "Don't do this..."

Grow some balls. Amy wanted to say. Have a little faith in me. But it was impossible to talk with Mako's heel pressing down into her cheek and jaw; she could barely even open her mouth to breathe. Her limbs flopped about pitifully, looking for leverage, but there was none to be had; all of her movement was nailed down by Mako's foot, which bore down with a surprising weight for somebody so small.

But it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Amy already knew what was going through Nathan's mind. He could do the math as well as she could- 3 standing assailants, and the two of them hurting and down on the mat. Even if Nathan could manage to overpower Alicia, who was hovering close by, the girl with the taser was still on the alert. The only difference between their thought processes was that Amy would have been okay with their both getting knocked out, whereas Nathan would have done anything to prevent harm from coming to Amy.

When it became clear to Nathan that Mako was not going to change her mind. Nathan stood up on unsteady legs. "Amy, I'm sorry." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Amy closed her eyes too; she wished she could close her ears. "Bitch, stop barking."

Mako kicked herself for not getting the microphone so that the whole audience could hear this. At most, some of the guys closest to the ring might hear and pass it along the internet, but it probably wouldn't get much traction, if any. Still, even without that, getting him to say it was immensely satisfying, and she could hardly keep herself from squealing in delight. This was it, this was what she'd wanted the moment she stepped into the AFW - control.

In all honestly, it was making her a bit wired, and she knew just how to get some satisfaction. "Stone." She snapped her fingers and stepped off Amy's head. "Boston Crab. Make it hurt."

Stone sighed, shrugged, and moved over to Amy's prone body. She reached down, flipped her over, and sat down on her back, nestling in before she reached over and grabbed her slender legs to pull her into a tight Boston Crab, bending the poor girl in half. All the while, Mako took a leisurely stroll towards Nathan, with her hands on hips like the ring was her property. Which it was, for all intents and purposes. "Hey, Nathan-chan." She jumped up and landed hard on his chest, straddling him and keeping him pinned. "Let's have a little chat."

Mako stepped off of her face, but Amy made no move to stand up; she'd never felt more defeated in her life. Even when Mako gave the order to Alicia- or Stone, rather- Amy only half-heartedly tried to move away. Only after Stone locked in the submission hold did Amy roar back to life.

"Agggh!" Amy began to crawl... then stopped. There were no rope breaks; the bell had rung long ago, even if she didn't remember it actually happening. There would be no escape, and that realization made her shriek with frustration. "Alicia, Stone, whatever your name is. You're a fucking bitch." Amy hissed. She pounded on the mat freely, her back twisting in agony.

Nathan, meanwhile, fell back down to the mat when Mako jumped into his chest. His eyes narrowed, but he couldn't stop his heart from thumping robustly in his chest. "What do you want?"

Stone kept the hold locked tight and her mouth shut even tighter as she poured more powered into it. Did she like doing this? Nope. But that was the job. This was the life. She was a Valkyrie, Mako lead the Valkyries, and at the end of the day, Mako called the shots. No matter how painful they wound up being for other people. "Yeah. I know."

Divine moved in from the side and sat by Amy's head, reaching over and grabbing her golden hair by the fistful. She could only use one arm, but that was more than enough for what she had in mind. "Stone's the nice one." She licked her lips. "Me? I'm the bitch." As if just to demonstrate her point, she brought her legs around Amy's head and caught her with a tight headscissors, squeezing away on her and giving her two different points to draw pain from.

Mako glanced back at the scene with a wry smirk, before focusing on Nathan once more. She moved her body down, further and further, until she was laying on top of  him, face to face. She moved in close, let their noses touch and rub  along each other.

"Kiss me." Mako reached  up and moved a few hairs out of her face, giving him a clear shot. "And not some weak peck, either. Really. Seriously. Kiss me."

Nathan breathed in deep. In this snapshot in time, it would have been hard to convince him that the girl on top of him demanding to be kissed was in fact the same sociopathic woman who had just ordered him to call his good friend a bitch. Nathan's hands came up to Mako's waist and stayed there, and he studied Mako's lips.

He couldn’t help it. For all of his straight-laced morals, his preferences in women had always been the same- short, and on the wilder side. Punks, rockers; chicks with tats, dyed hair, maybe a nice fade; dangerous, like sweaty Michelle Rodriguez in a ponytail, tank, and boots; crazy and unpredictable, like Amy. Mako, domineering pint-sized badass biker chick, was flying all the right flags, and, for a moment, she overwhelmed any sense of right and wrong that he had.

Then Amy screamed, snapping him back to reality and making him glance over, reminding him that there were other people in the ring besides him and Mako. The woman in the sling had Amy in a headscissors, squeezing her thighs about Amy's ears, and, more importantly, pushing up with her hips to compound the already devastating pressure that Stone was flooding into her lower back. Amy looked to be at about her limit. Nathan focused on Mako once more, his eyes a little panicked. "Okay. Promise me you'll let Amy go, and I'll do whatever you want."

Oh, now, this was delicious. This was so sweet it could give Mako calories. Unless she was mistaken - and she rarely was about this sort of thing - Nathan was enjoying this position. Even with all the pain and humiliation she'd heaped on him, he was still getting off on it. She hadn't told him to put his hands on her hips like that, after all. That was a natural reaction at work.

He was distracted by Amy's agony, but it didn't take long for him to bring his focus on the main event. Mako ran a finger under his chin while he gave her his proposal.

Nathan only said what Mako was about to offer herself, so it wasn't too much of a problem. Still, she enjoyed seeing Amy writhe for a few more seconds, watching out of the corner of her eye as she ran her tongue over her lips. Her eyes returned to Nathan and looked him straight in the eye, and she brought their faces even closer together. "'Whatever I want', huh? Generous." She let her raspy breathes flow into his mouth. "Just a kiss, Nathan-chan. Make it good and long, like I know you want to."

Amy stopped screaming, and settled into pained, gasping groans. Her hands pawed impotently against the powerful legs around her head. Amy couldn’t see, and hearing was troublesome with these hateful thighs about her ears. But Amy wasn’t stupid. Mako was a control freak, and Nathan was playing right into her hands. Even through her agonized cries, even through the headscissors, Amy could make out the muffled conversation between the leader bitch and Nathan. Mako wanted Nathan to kiss her; Nathan would in exchange for Amy’s release. It was goddamned Disney soap opera shit.

Then the conversation went quiet, and it wasn't hard to guess what was happening on their side of the ring. A wet, disgusted feeling of betrayal splattered and spread across her upper back. Her arms fell to the floor and her body went slack as her fire extinguished, transforming instead into a numb, frigid anger the target of which even she wasn’t sure. A new sound joined the tormented breathing from her mouth- tiny, voiceless puffs of air, almost imperceptible, repeated over and over like a skipping record- “Bitch. Bitch. Bitch…”

Nathan, for his part, had given Mako what she had asked for- a serious kiss, both good and long. He turned his head and leaned forward, pushing his lips into hers, then forcing his tongue in past her lips. He kept one hand down at the small of her back, pressing her stomach subtly against his, while the other snaked up around her arm and caressed the hairline on the back of her incongruously dainty neck. He drank in her taste, her smell, the weight of her body on top of his; it was intoxicating. After a few moments, Nathan pulled away, then came in for a brief second kiss before finally truly disengaging. His pupils were dilated, and even though he hadn’t spoken, it was clear from the timbre of his breathing that his voice had fallen an octave lower. He was turned on- some part of him knew that he should feel guilty about that, what with Amy suffering so much just feet away, but his brain decided all on its own that he had plenty of time to feel dirty about it later; he was doing this for her sake, after all.