Makie Akamatsu vs Blaise Cameron

The crowds were energetic tonight as they lined the stands, murmuring and chatting to themselves as they waited for the action to start. Another Tension match was about to begin, and even with a massive event like Avalanche going on, people still payed eagerly to see the guys and gals of AFW go at it in regular matches. Tonight, hopefully, was going to be another exciting display of talent in a one on one match.



"Lotus" by Dir en Grey began to play in the background, and the fans cheered as Makie Akamatsu suddenly burst into the arena. Wearing her standard outfit-- white sports bra and boyshorts with matching boots and pads-- the youngest of the Akamatsu Siblings nonetheless acted her usual, energetic self, clapping her fans and appreciatively cheering her fans back as she made her way down the ramp. Hi-fiving a few fans as she walked past, Makie quickly burst into a run, athletically backlipping up onto the ropes and pulling herself up into a seated position on one of the turnbuckles.

From this perch, Makie stared at the opposite corner of the arena, waiting to see who would come out to face her...

Makie's entrance music fades down, and the audience goes silent in anticipation of the announcement of her opponent for the evening.

"At 5'10"..."
"Weighing in at 158lbs..."
"Hailing from the United States of America..."

"Blaaaaaise Caaaamerooon!"

The audience gives a rousing cheer as the curtain is thrown back and Blaise strides out into the open, arms raised high and head tipped back.



There weren't any pyros. No confetti. But for as perky as Blaise so obviously is, no one would ever think them necessary. The teen begins trotting down the ramp with a bright smile, giving a wave here and there. One particularly supportive fan gets an acknowledging finger-point and cant of his head, while another gets a fistbump of bro-hood. An enthusiastic female even wrangles his neck for a quick, shared selfie with her cellphone.

Once he reaches the ring's edge, he hops up onto the apron and grabs the top rope. Using it, he vaults up and over to plant his feet neatly on the canvas. The energetic teen turns and rolls smoothly onto his back to end in a one-handed handstand, locking his body in the same pose featured on his promo pictures. It's rather similar to his first in-ring appearance in Tension, but rather than point out his opponent this time, he instead taps a couple fingers to his brow in playful, upside-down salute to the audience.

Naturally, this position does an excellent job of showing off the young athlete's frame, with his back curved and body pulled taut. His ring gear consists only of a pair of sapphire blue boots and wrestling trunks trimmed stylistically in black. This leaves his firm thighs, toned chest, sleek abdominals, and the streamlined muscle of his arms bare, each muscle visibly engaged in this position.

With a pump from his supporting arm, Blaise kips into the air and rights himself. He moves into his corner of the ring to let the referee girl check him over for weapons or other foreign objects. This gives him a chance to finally take a look at his opponent.

He'd done no research on her. He knows nothing of her track record, nor that she'd had a title shot. All he knew going in was a name, and that, given Tension's trends, was likely very pretty, yet just as tough as the people he'd squared off against back in Miami. It didn't matter what she'd done in the past, how many times she'd lost or pinned her opponent - all that mattered to him is this night; what she's like, what she brings to the ring, and who comes out on top.

It's a little naive, maybe.

But Blaise can at least say he's not been let down by his expectations. Makie is very pretty, and she's absolutely rocking the athletic look. In fact, she looks like she'll be kind'a spunky; his kind of girl. The thought is enough to spur on a new smile in anticipation - there's nothing predatory or sinister to it, it's purely eager to see what she's like. He tries to match his blue eyes to her browns and lifts a hand to offer her a wave that's entirely too casual for what they're about to do.

Makie watched intently as her male opponent entered the ring, watching how the crowd seemed to love his entrance and approach. She leaned on the ropes as he strode down the ropes, inspecting him with a cursory eye, as Kyo had trained her to do. The guy was, admittedly, quite handsome-- he had a chiseled body that would be right at home on a pinup calendar, and a fine, earnest face with sandy blonde hair. Something seemed off about him, though-- he moved with the casual effort of someone used to the ring, but he didn't seem to have the same competetive attitude about him that most of her other male opponents had had.

She backed up as he slid under the ropes, taking a step back to the centre of the ring as she watched him. "So you're the guy they sent against me, huh?" she asked, watching to see how he would respond.

Under the lights, Blaise could forgive the mistake of his hair color. There isn't that big of a leap between brown and sandy blond anyway. Besides, he's itching to make out the finer details of her looks, himself - something he can't really do from across the ring. But in good time, he's sure they'll be all up close and personal with each other.

At her question, Blaise offers a more peppy smile and tips his chin upwards in an affectedly haughty manner. "Yep! They tried all the rest, so they figured they'd go with something new!" Once the referee has decided he's clean of any rule-breaking items, he steps up to the center of the ring and waits for her to join him. "Me? I like this new direction they're taking. I think you might dig it, too." He pauses a beat, letting his smile turn more playfully cocky. "That is, if you like being pinned!"

His feet spread to widen his stance, and the teen beckons a hand towards her. "Come'ere. Let's get a better look at'cha."

Makie's eyes narrowed as he threw a lewd comment. Oh, he was one of those wrestlers, she realized with a grimace. A guy who was so confident in his own looks, and so convinced he was going to win, that he would shamelessly flirt with his female opponents as though he were nature's gift to the female sex. She rolled her eyes. At least she wouldn't feel bad about pounding him into the dirt now.

"Wow. I'm amazed a guy like you is still single," she muttered dryly as Blaise initiated a stance. She didn't mirror it, instead slowly circling him as she stared him down.

And then the bell rang. In an instant, Makie sprang forwards, forgoing the lockup and instead pretending to go for clothesline. If Blaise fell for it, though, she would kick her legs up and try to nail him in the face with a drop kick. She wanted to make it clear to Blaise that he had to take her seriously if he wanted to win.

Blaise looks... confused at the grimace. That's a first. The trash-talk wasn't even that threatening. No sense of humor? No levity? Or did she take it super serious? 'Ohhh, that must be it.' He's encountered that type before; not his favorite kind of opponent, but he can respect it. Some people just want to get into the ring, do their thing, and keep things straight. They're not there to make friends.

"Not much for jokes, huh?," he asks, the humor drying from his expression. "A'ight, then." No more cracking wise. No sass. It's a little stifling, but he can still enjoy the fight whether or not she does. But then she comes back with her dry retort - somehow it feels like less than amiable ribbing.

'Wait, was she seriously threatened by that?'

He doesn't even know how to handle that. Does he apologize? Does he roll with it? And what would his being single have to do with how the match ends?

*DING*

Blaise doesn't have time to figure out how to react to it. Makie will have to settle for more confusion - unless her plan was to throw him from the start. Either way, his hopes of getting a better look at her is completely forgotten, buried under thick layers of apprehension.

Makie seems to be initiating the match, and with her high approach, Blaise braces himself! ...But it turns out to be a feint. Instead of starting off slow, Makie drives a pair of boots against his head. Needless to say, that's not a great way for him to start the match. His mind blanks, he finds his feet leaving the mat, and his body lands in a heap soon after.

"Nng..." His hands lift to cover his head, and he twists over onto his side.

Makie felt a familiar and satisfying shock of impact run up her legs as her feet slammed hard into Blaise's face. The boy went crashing to his back in an ungainly heap, while Makie landed, much more lightly, on her back. In an instant, she was rolling, revolving her body and hopping to her feet. She took a few seconds to stand over him, putting her hands on her hips in a contemptuous gesture.

"Rule number one," she said with a more good-natured smile, "flirting isn't going to get you anywhere." She circled him, waiting for him to start getting back up. "By the way, the name's Makie."

As soon as Blaise started to get up to his feet, Makie would waste no time in grabbing one of his arms, hoping to whip him towards the ropes while he was still stunned.

A sense of dread fills Blaise when Makie taunts him. This is not going to be a fun match. This is going to be humorless and full of lectures - like sparring with his trainer, but with an audience. It's enough to get a dispassioned groan as he continues to cover his head in his arms. Make one joke, pay for it the rest of the evening.

But if he's not going to be having fun with the match or making any kind of friends here tonight, what else does he have to think about other than how to put this girl down? Who knows? It might work out for the better.

He starts to raise to his feet again, only to find his arms grabbed before he even finds his footing. The teen is promptly whipped to the ropes, unable to stop himself as he flounders against them. He manages to pivot on his heel before launching back towards her at a staggered, unsteady gait.

It was at this point that Makie realized that maybe she was coming across a little strong. Yeah, the guy pressed her buttons the wrong way, but he also seemed to be completely new to the league. Maybe, she realized, just maybe, she should tone it down a little.

Of course, she made this mental note just as Blaise came bouncing back. Spinning on her heel, Makie dropped low, lashing out with one foot to snag Blaise's heel and send him tripping down onto his front. If she managed this, then she would waste no time in sitting down on his back, perching playfully on top of him.

"Don't look so down, though," she said teasingly. "You still haven't given me your name!"

Blaise's advance has no chance to evolve into a counter before he finds himself tripped, landing chest-first on the mat. The teen lies flat on the mat only a moment before he finds a pair of hips perching on his back.

This girl is nothing short of confusing. He made a 'menacing' joke, and she seemed offended, or even threatened by it. He has no idea. She did a little condescending lecturing while kicking him in the face, and now she's asking him his name? And adopting a playful tone? He was starting to think she was the 'strong, silent' type, or the kind who took their matches extremely seriously - he could accommodate that. But she keeps throwing him these social curveballs, he has no idea how to proceed with her!

"Nnh..." His hands plant to the mat and his arms flex, muscles pumping into smooth ripples as he attempts to lift to hands and knees to simply buck her off of his back. But through the effort, he offers her a, "Blaise. My name's Blaise."