Challenge Accepted

Mako could tell Akane was getting pissed. They had started out intense, but not like this. Now the woman was enraged and looking to really pummel her. Maybe it was the blood in her mouth that she’d just spit onto the floor. Sometimes people got really pissed when they began to bleed. It also could’ve been the taunting gesture Mako was making towards the red head. At first she wanted to break the shark’s jaw, and soon after Akane said she’d break her opponent’s fingers for making such a taunting gesture.

The red head would then approach Mako and grabbed her by the neck. She’d even lift her up a bit with her impressive strength. Before she could do anything else, though, Mako smashed her beer bottle on the side of Akane’s head. The shark felt bad about it since the woman was already bleeding from her back, but that only lasted for a second. Her challenger wanted a violent fight, so that’s what she was going to get. There was no room for mercy, and there definitely wasn't any room for holding back.

If the bottle dropped Akane as planned, Mako would land on her feet and start to cough. A vice grip on someone’s throat was pretty uncomfortable, after all. So the shark would need a few seconds to recover before going back after the fiery red head once again.

Akane hand clamped around Mako’s throat. The adrenaline that was pumping through her veins made lifting her smaller opponent in the air no trouble at all. The fire that was once a burning confidence in her eyes had turned into a fiery rage. Akane didn’t even bother to make a quip in the heat of the moment like she had done throughout the fight. She wanted to make Mako an example of what she could do, but the reigning king wasn’t making it easy for her.

Just as the burning red head was about to throw her thought-to-be helpless opponent against the bar, she felt a sudden hard impact on the side of her head. In her rage, she hadn’t noticed that Mako still clung to the bottle of beer she had drank out of. The bottle shattered against Akane’s head, causing her to cry out in pain and drop her opponent from her grasp. One of her hands immediately went to her face, bits of glass still stuck in her hair and face.

“Shit!”

Her voice sounded strange, muffled. Even the crowd seemed off, like they were speaking through cotton. She needed space, make sure everything was okay. Last thing she needed was to get glass in one of her eyes and lose it. She knew a guy with one eye after all, and he bitched about it all the time.

She started to take a step back, but then a huge bout of vertigo hit her like a truck. Before she knew it, she had fallen down to one of her knees, one of her hands still on her face. She was complexly focused on her face now, droplets of blood beginning to run where the glass had caught her. Everything sounded muffled, and her vision wouldn’t stay straight after that bout of vertigo. Her own breathing began to drown out any other sound, hard breaths to deal with the fresh serving of pain. She couldn’t see or hear anyone coming, and in a fight, she knew that was a bad sign.

She was in a soundless ocean, a shark was circling her as she bled, and she had no idea when or how it would strike.

Mako didn't need too long to recover, not like Akane did after getting struck over the head by a glass bottle. She was bleeding a bit, which dyed her hair an even more intense color of red, and the woman looked almost dead on her feet. The shark wondered if she should keep going. Mako didn't want to injure this woman or anything. The crowd of strippers and bar patrons were in a wild frenzy, though. Many shouting for more violence, while some just shouted for the shark to finish her prey.

"Wow...we really worked them up..." she would say to her stumbling opponent. "I'll help you pull out those glass shards if you get mine...Hehe...I don't want do it myself like John McClain in Die Hard..." Mako would chuckle as she found and pulled out a piece of glass from her hand.

"Seriously though...just stay down Akane...I really don't wanna end someone's career in a bar by mistake..." the shark would add while looking over the woman's battered body. Mako had some bad bruised forming, and some other glass shards in her side too. They were hurting like hell, but Akane's head was looking way worse for wear.  

Mako was getting some intense Mortal Kombat vibes right about now, which was a sign to hold back a bit before a sudden Fatality. So the shark would grab Akane by her hair and stand her up straight. Then she'd start driving three knee strikes into her firm abs. No matter how strong they were, though, strikes like these would do a lot of damage. Each one with a enough force to knock the challenger off her feet and into the air momentarily.

Then, hoping to put Akane down for the night, Mako would try to back up with her hand locked on the red head's wrist. That way she could pull the woman back towards her, and land a jumping bicycle knee strike right to her face. Mako was hoping that this ended it for Akane's sake. The red head was tough, but she was only human. If she didn't stay down, things would get messy, which was what the shark hoped to avoid by ending this now.

Slowly, very slowly, the world began to return to Akane.

It started with her hearing. Before, her own breathing drowned out the crowd’s cheers and they were so distant it was like they were in another room, but slowly the crowd got louder, closer, more direct. She could even hear Mako, if only the last half of what he said. Something about Die Hard?

Akane did get to hear Mako’s plea for her to stay down. Apparently, the shark was worried about the damage she had taken throughout the fight and didn’t want her to suffer something too serious. It was a plea Akane wasn’t used to hearing often in her career of gang brawls and street fights. Had the roles been reversed, Akane likely wouldn’t have given Mako the chance like she was now.

So, trying her hardest to focus away the vertigo, Akane would look into her opponent’s eyes, a slight pause of silence from the red head.

“Fuck...You!”

If looks could kill, Mako would have likely been killed several times over. Akane glared at Mako, the blood running down her cheek almost accentuating her scowl. It was clear the plea set her off, but she was still recovering from the blow to the head. She didn’t resist as Mako forced her to stand up, the red head still a bit wobbly on her feet when left unassisted.

The first knee hit like a truck. Akanes abs made a firm wall of protection, but they could only do so much, air pushed out of her lungs, leaving her breathless for a moment. The second kick wasn’t as bad since she had time to mentally prepare for it, but it still hurt to the point it felt like her abs were being crushed.

The final knee was different. Rather than simply take the final strike, Akane would try to wrap her arms around her opponent’s leg, limiting Mako to one foot to stand on. The strikes hurt, and Akane balance kept shifting, but that wasn’t needed for what she planned to do next.

If her plan worked, Akane would hold tight to Mako’s leg, sending her one last glare before using her body weight to tackle Mako to the ground, looking to crush her under her own body.

Well Mako had tried. She had tried to be considerate and not hurt Akane more than she needed to. The red head didn't care, though. She cursed the shark angrily with a vicious look on her face before taking several crushing blows to her midsection. If Mako couldn't reason with the woman, then she'd make her go down by force.

Sadly, before she could finish the fiery brawler off, Akane would grab onto the shark's leg. It came at surprise that the woman could manage to fight back already. Mako was honestly impressed by the red head's endurance. If she could take this much, maybe the shark had underestimated her challenger.

Mako wanted to fight back, but with only one foot on the ground she found herself tackled down to the floor. Grunting as Akane landed on top of her, the shark would quickly squirm and try to break away. Blood had dripped down from the angry woman's mane onto Mako's white tank top during the struggle.

"Ah damn it...your blood's never gonna come out of this..." she chuckled while struggling under Akane. For the most part, though, this wasn't a problem at all. Sure blood was pretty much impossible to get out of white clothes, but the woman wearing it could just wear it during the other street fights she had on a near weekly basis. Besides, she had some of her own blood staining her top from the glass cuts on her side.

Still, Mako needed to get away from Akane. The shark was vulnerable while she was within her opponent's reach, and being under her was even worse. So Mako would attempt to land a few forearm strikes to the side of Akane's face in order to knock her off. Still a bit worried about the woman's head wound, though, the reigning king would aim for the other side of the challenger's face.

The pair fell to the floor intertwined with each other. Each one’s struggles proved to do nothing but tangle one closer to the other. The two crashed to the hard floor, Akane on top with Mako wriggling beneath her. To Akane’s surprise, her head didn’t crack on the floor like she expected. In fact, her head had landed on something so soft she thought it was a pillow.  When she lifted her head, she realized she had landed on Mako’s rather generous sized breasts. Blood from her hair stained the white tank top where her face was resting.

Akane’s fury dulled a little, replaced with a hint of embarrassment. Akane was no stranger to breasts, so many people always liked to stare at hers, but she liked to keep sex and fights separate. The fact that it was her falling into her opponent’s boobs bothered her a bit, like she crossed a personal line. The crowds ogling didn’t help matters, and she began to be glad there was blood trickling down her face. If someone saw the awkward blush on her face she would never live it down.

Mako’s words brought her back to the fight, apparently, she was concerned about the blood stains on her tank top. She had some weird priorities, focusing on her clothes instead of the street fighter that was on top of her. Akane might have been irritated had she not been distracted from the earlier embarrassment.  

“God, you talk a lot…”

Despite Mako’s struggles, Akane was determined to hold on to her foe, grasping anything she could to keep Mako within reach. She would drag her foe closer, trying to ensure her foes capture. As soon as she thought she had Mako under wraps, she raised her fist, looking to launch another devastating blow.


“Time to get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing…”

Just as she launched the punch, a forearm smashed into the undamaged side of her face, causing her aim to go off just a little. It seemed like she was trying to avoid Akane’s wounds, which ticked off the street fighter. Pity from an opponent was a pretty big insult in her opinion, but in this case, she could see why.

Rather than let Mako continue her strikes, Akane went on the defense, reeling her arms back in a tight defense and waiting for the other forearm blows to come and go. Her main objective was to stay in the dominate position, not wanting a repeat performance of the last few grapples.

Mako was kinda thrilled that her opponent landed face first on her breasts. Unlike Akane, the shark loved mixing sex and fights. Sure one or the other was fun, but combine the two and she’d be in heaven. Mako didn’t voice her lewd thought, though, because she wanted to save it for teasing the fiery woman later on. She'd just let out a chuckle as the woman got off her tits looking somewhat embarrassed. Then, shortly after striking the side of Akane’s head with her forearm, the shark would watch as her opponent went on the defensive.

It was a good plan considering how much damage the woman had taken so far. She needed to recover and take as few hits as possible from now on. However, Mako didn’t throw a single punch towards the woman. Instead, she would wrap her legs around Akane’s waist before squeezing tightly. The woman was already between her legs from the landing, so it wouldn’t be to difficult to lock in. She’d even taunt the red head for complaining about how much she was talking...

“Yeah…it’s part of my charm~” Mako would purr before she tried to twist to the side. If successful, both of the women would be on their sides while the shark squeezed the life out of her opponent like an anaconda finishing off it’s prey.

“After I knock you out…I’ll let you use my breasts as a pillow again~” Mako would say as she teased the woman with a playful wink. “Don’t even try to lie, Akane…I know you’d love it if I did that~”

Akane really didn’t need anymore hits to the head. She had already been thrown for a loop, and it was a miracle that she was able to continue fighting. A testament to her endurance made from years of street fighting. She would need to go a more defensive route, which Akane hated. She was always more of an aggressive, offensive type. Having to hold back for her own safety, especially against a smaller opponent, didn’t appeal to her.

She was expecting more blows to smash into her defense, thinking her opponent would capitalize on her vulnerability, but nothing ever came. Instead, legs like snakes coiled around her waist, and began to squeeze her tightly. Mako’s heels were dragging against some of the cuts on her lower back, adding more pain to the hold.

Once she was sure no more punches were going to be thrown, Akane began to try and pry the legs off of her. As soon as she began to pull the legs apart, she was forced to her side, making it much more awkward and difficult to pry the legs from her waist.

How could someone that small lock in such a tight hold?

Oh, but then it had to get worse. Apparently, Mako noticed her earlier embarrassment, and started teasing her about it. She even promised another chance for a boob pillow. The simple image made Akane’s face get as red as her hair.

“Will you just shut up?!”

Akane threw a strong strike aimed for Mako’s face, though the purpose was more to get Mako to stop looking at her than to harm her.

Mako smiled at Akane's response. It was always fun to make opponents lose their cool, and the sight of this woman's face turning as red as her hair was priceless. The shark even started laughing a bit before Akane's embarrassment got the best of her. Instead of attempting a serious counterattack, the fiery woman only punched Mako's face to stop her from looking. This only fueled the shark's enjoyment, though, and she'd start laughing at the red head.

"Hahaha! Come on, Akane. I'm just teasing you~ Haha-Ack!" Mako would laugh before grunting and holding her jaw. Despite her laughter, the punch she received still hurt a lot. So the shark would release her legs from around the woman and try planting her foot into Akane's chest to kick her away. If successful, Mako would try pulling herself up with the help of the bar. As soon as she was on her feet, though, a stripper would toss a bucket of water on her. Eyes going wide as the cold water splashed onto her, Mako would turn around angrily.

"HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?" she'd shout loudly as the stripper and the other girls cheered. Mako didn't even get why the woman had a bucket of water. However, after a few seconds, the shark realized what they were going for as her white tank top became slightly see through.

They'd just forced her into a surprise wet tee-shirt contest...

"...Damn it...well at least ask before you do that sort of thing! It's not like I would've said no!" Mako said before realizing she hadn't been paying attention to Akane. Turning around quickly, the shark hoped she hadn't been neglecting her opponent for too long.

Mako’s enjoyment of Akane’s embarrassment simply made it worse. Laughter seemed to fill the room, the anger from earlier mixing with the shame of her position began to mix into a strange pool of adrenaline. Akane was never one to cry, but she had an intense desire to be anywhere but there at the moment.

So when her punch hit home and Mako shoved her off of her, Akane was happy to oblige, rolling away from the smaller girl. It took a moment for her to stand, needing to use one of the chairs to help her get on her feet. When she turned around, she was disappointed, but not surprised.

Somehow, in the span of a just a few moments, Mako had gotten her white tank top soaked, making it partially see through for the whole bar to see. She seemed to be arguing with one of the strippers, apparently the one who soaked her, her back completely turned on Akane.

That was when Akane decided she was done. The whole reason she set this fight up was so that she could prove to others she could run with the top dogs of AFW, and while Mako had certainly proved herself, this fight had turned into an absolute joke. At this point, Akane considered it hardly any better than two of the strippers wrestling around in the oil pit. Her fight was bloodier, sure, but essentially the same.  

Then there was Mako. Playing around the whole fight, making jokes, teasing her, embarrassing her, making perverse promises that, shameful to say, caught Akane’s interest. All of it rubbed Akane the wrong way, and to see her opponent so calmly turned her back to her after all that’s happened was the final straw.

So, she casually picked up the chair she used to help herself up, and strolled towards Mako, who apparently would have happily soaked her shirt if someone simply asked. By the time Mako would turn around, Akane would be looking down on her, her eyes showing nothing but disgust as she brought the chair down hard, looking to smash it right on top of the shark.

A few of the patrons screamed, realizing just how serious the fight had gotten. This wasn’t two hotties fighting for kinks in a club anymore, it turned into something far more dangerous, and no one wanted to get in the middle of it.