Chloe Mason vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - No Mean Feet

Kaede wasn’t sure what was worse - the foot in her face or the taunts that came along with it.

...no, come to think of it, that was silly. Clearly having that foot in her face was worse than Chloe’s jokes made at her expense. The foot hurt, and combined with the hold, it had a real chance of knocking her out. But Chloe’s little japes were taking their toll, too. They made Kaede wanted to wail her in her pretty, perfect little face, and the fact that she hadn’t even come close to doing that was beyond frustrating.

”Ah, hey!” Kaede squealed in protest as her nose was pinched shut and head was jerked about, adding even more insult to the injury. Thankfully, Chloe showed some mercy - or got bored - and backed off a moment later, giving Kaede the reprieve she was needing.

For a moment, the pink punkette stayed on her knees, gathering her breath as she was circled by her shark of an opponent. But then Chloe had to open her big mouth and summon Kaede’s rage once more. That did wonders for her stamina.

With a growl, Kaede pushed her way back up and went for the charge. If Chloe liked feet so much, she’d give the bitch a taste of her own, as she brought her leg up and aimed a roundhouse kick at her face.

Chloe thought for the most part that this uncouth girl would completely bore her. But even as she toys and humiliates her, she can't help but feel...hot. She loved conquering and humiliating others in a physical contest. And even though her opponent hasn't even landed a hit even once in this match, she can't help but feel excited at the thought of trouncing that brat and bending her to the raven-haired beauty's will.

Although Chloe wouldn't really mind if Kaede threw the towel, there was still more that she wanted to do. So she was lucky that her last taunt fired up the taller girl again.

Now the fun continues.

And Kaede certainly did try to bring the fight to her, her leg bring brought up and she aimed her roundhouse kick towards her face. Chloe couldn't help but smile. Not only that Kaede wanted more. But that she's angry. Which is excatly what she wanted. She LIKED her opponents angry. The tingle inside her intensified.

Because of her size, Chloe isn't gonna bother to block. She wasn't stupid to try and take a kick while the opponent is in rage. Instead, she uses her diminutive size to duck under, her body lowering enough so the kick sails through, if it had any follow through. Once she straightens up, she turns her body as her right leg whips up and around, trying to slam the side of her right foot toward the side of the punk's face for an inside to outside crescent kick, her leg swinging back again to the other side of her face. If it was successful, she follows up with an immediate follow up with her left foot coming around for an outside to inside crescent kick and then the reverse, looking to smack her head silly.

Despite her roguish appearance and attitude, it wasn’t as if Kaede completely lacked experience. She was trained in karate - somewhat, at least. Enough that she had a good variety of strikes to choose from. Maybe she couldn’t do much else besides those strikes, but bare minimum, they were her effective weapons. She could strike. Hard.

But hitting hard didn’t matter much if you couldn’t connect. That was a lesson that Chloe seemed intent on teaching her, in the most painful, humiliating way possible.

Her most recent lesson happened as her kicked sailed through the air and found nothing but air to slice through. Kaede cursed under her breath, then cursed out loud. ”Fuck!”

More determined than ever, she brought her leg down and prepared to try again. That plan wound up getting canceled, however. A kick in the head tended to have that effect.

It wasn’t just one kick, either. Multiple kicks, in rapid succession, hitting from different angles, but with one target: Kaede’s head. The punkette found her skull thoroughly rocked with each blow, and the end result left her drunkenly stumbling forward, shaking her head with glassy eyes.

She could not deny that the 'foot to face' contact wasn't a turn on. Hell, just making her victim's head snap side to side or back does get her more excited. And as her foot lowers to the ground, she already wanted more. The precision and accuracy that her foot hit Kaede's head many times already has the taller girl 'kick' drunk...for a lack of a better term.

Chloe sees her opponent stumbling forward and her smile widens, showing her perfect pearly whites. Not the one to resist the chance of punishing on her opponent when they are open, Chloe keeps on with the attack. The raven haired beauty twists on her leading left foot with a bit of a squeak on the canvas. Her motions fluid and quick, trying to use the turn and momentum to carry her petite form around in a 180°, trying to side step forward as she gracefully spins, aiming a spinning back kick, Chloe's back presented to the rowdy punkette briefly as she sends her right leg back, heel first, streaking up towards her solar plexus.

"KIYAAA!!"

Chloe cries out, hoping to nail this young girl quickly and decisively. Her black jumpsuit snapping against her pale skin with the fast sharp turn.

Okay, Kaede. Get it together. Focus.

It was an easy thing to think, but not so easy to do, as she precariously teetered and tottered forward. It wasn’t just that Chloe had some hard kicks, but she delivered them so fast and furious that Kaede’s brain was still trying to register them all.

But she knew she had to get it together, and soon, because she was dealing with a woman who loved a good opening.

Kaede had just snapped back to reality when Chloe moved in to knock her back out of it, hitting her with a spinning back kick that shot deep into the pit of her gut. The blow knocked her off her feet for a precious second, and then she wound up stumbling towards to the ring corner. Her back hit it hard and that was where she stayed for the moment, leaning against the turnbuckle as she reeled.

Her foot makes sweet contact with the younger girl's body and she could feel her abs fold around that foot as it connects with the bare flesh. Kaede's groan is music to her ears and she feels a tingle between her toned thighs as the blow ripples up her leg. Speed, technique, and accuracy is what Chloe favored than just raw power. Can't do much with big hard hits if you can't hit your opponent. So she prefers those fast and furious hits that would certainly sap the opponent's energy before going for the more flashy and big hits.

Chloe held that kick extended in rather dramatic fashion as her cry can be heard throughout the arena. There is the briefest of silence before the crash of her heavier body slamming against the boards as she stumbles back.

If Chloe could bottle that sound and make a scent out of it, she'd spray it in her room every night before she rubs herself off and go to sleep.

Kaede is sent back to the corner of which she first came from. The oppurtunity is right there and Chloe would be a fool to miss it. Plus she was getting more hornier as the fight goes on. The raven haired beauty smirks and she wastes no time trying out a few of her kicks out on the punk, whipping out her legs in several quick snaps, mostly to show off her speed as she unleashes a series of stinging kicks to the body and face. First a roundhouse kick just under the ribs, then another to the other side, then a front kick to the navel, crescent kick to the jaw, hook kick to the cheek before a side kick towards the throat, mostly to pin her in case she falls...

Kaede wasn’t stupid - okay, she could be stupid about some things, sure. She wasn’t what you would call ‘academically gifted’, by any stretch. But she wasn’t a complete idiot, either, and when she found herself in a corner with Chloe rapidly closing in, she knew what to expect: kicks. More of them. A lot more.

Sadly, knowing they were coming and stopping them were too different things.

They came out like a whip, slicing through the air almost faster than she could see. Head. Chest. Stomach. Each were struck in rapid succession, battering the pinkette from side to side, hammering her with a fierce, merciless precision.

In the end, she found herself falling forward, going to her knees...or starting to. Chloe’s foot stopped gravity from having its way, as her foot shot out and pinned Kaede to the corner, leaving her to hang there and struggle for every little breath she could get, feebly tugging at Chloe’s ankle to get some relief.

The crowd watches as Chloe makes Kaede into her personal heavy bag, her kicks battering her opponent. They were too fast for the pinkette and they hit with pinpoint accuracy. Chloe could easily get lost in the moment but she remembers that the loser has to verbally submit. So as much as she wajts to keep on destroying the young got with her arsenal of kicks, she has to hold back.

Chloe's leg shoots out into her taller opponent's throat as she pins her to the corner. She twists her foot clockwise so that the ball of her foot is on the young girl's throat, her toes pressing up under her chin. "Still awake, I see. At least you held up more than my secretary..." Chloe smirks as she watches Kaede squirm, trying to get oxygen but the rich woman's foot presses more into her throat making it more difficult for the young girl to breathe. Her playful and teasing tone then becomes more serious.

"...Now you listen here, young lady. Although I cant really call you a lady now, can I? You are my toy. My plaything. You're just a sad, pathetic loser. I'm gonna make you my foot bitch and there is nothing you can do about it. Am I clear?"

If Kaede doesn't respond, Chloe whips her foot away from the pinkette's throat and lands two brutal sole slaps, one to each side of her face, even more harder than the last ones before driving her foot back into the taller girl's throat.

"Am. I. Clear?"

She would repeat the process again, each motion accompanied by one of the words of her phrase.

Kaede was hurt, embarrassed, and reeling in a way that she’d never been before, and just when she thought this experience couldn’t get any worse, it inexplicably did just that.

Having Chloe’s foot to her throat was bad enough. The choking was a pain for one thing, but it was a show of dominance, like Kaede wasn’t capable of opposing something as simple as this woman’s foot. That was never enough for Chloe, though - she was good about rubbing salt in the wound.

Kaede didn’t even have time to enjoy a full breath after her throat was released, before the slaps came and knocked her head about, each one hitting harder than the last, as Chloe declared her complete control. It was cocky of her, yes, but it wasn’t like she didn’t back her words up. Anyone with a functioning eye could see that.

The smart thing would’ve been to give up. Just get this over with as soon as possible.

Nobody ever accused Kaede Komatsuzaki of being smart.

”Go. Fuck. Yourself.” It was hard to get the words out with that foot against her throat, but she felt they came through clear enough. If they didn’t raging look on Kaede’s face would send the message.

Chloe's eyes narrow into slits when she heard that. Either she is dumb as a rock or the kicks had rattled that brain of hers. Its not that she wanted the match to end, far from it. She wishes to humiliate the pinkette more. But the way that Kaede dared to speak to Chloe that way. That shit did not fly with her.

Chloe leaned in more and in result,  her foot press on her throat even more.  Her grey eyes staring into hers.

"Then suffer."

Ice dripping from her lips as she spoke.  Chloe removes her foot from Kaede's throat before grabbing her and throws her out of the corner. A scowl formed on her lips. Chloe raises her arms up hands over her head and her left knee is raised, her foot dangling in the air, doing mini circles.  She holds the pose, like a coiled viper, ready to strike as she waits for the taller girl to come up. If she does get up, she would hop off her right leg amd her right foot would shoot out towards Kaede, mimicking the crane kick from the Karate Kid. Or as she would call it the Agony of DeFEET.[/color]