Ichiro Kuo vs. Moon Sin-Jae - Styles Clash

It was a quick thing, a brief moment, but Sin gasped - a real legitimate gasp - when she threw a kick at his balls and got no reaction from Ichiro. He didn't waver. Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t respond. So many guys would’ve dropped their guard at such an attack, intent on protecting the jewels, but this guy had the nerves to hold back.

Good. Great. Perfect.

She’d been worried that her feint would do the job too well, that her kick would land flush and send him reeling, but the guy had enough sense to keep his guard up and block the kick. A kick that had sent men his size to the floor before.

By itself, impressive. But what came next took her breath away, in every sense, as his knee - not his fist - came rushing up to meet her stomach, crashing through her hardened abs and folding her in half, lifting her feet clear off the floor. She came down on her back with enough force to keep her rolling, and she flopping over to all fours. Too widened to stand up, too widened to move away, too winded to do anything but look up at him.

But she was smiling. A wide, crocked smile that let him know just how much she was feeling his move, with a single word to drive the point home. ”More.”

Ichiro would be telling a massive lie if he wasn’t pleased with how this all turned out: He saw through her ruse, Managed to block an attack that should have properly killed him and he managed to hammer the bitch with a knee strike that looked like it almost killed her. Ichiro wanted to gloat. Oh he did. But during his observation of the female he had noted that gloating didn’t really have an effect asides from inflating his own ego.

If he wanted to beat this woman in the most humiliating fashion he was going to have string her along, make her get into the fight, really into the fight and then crush her. The fact that she asked for more, more really got to Ichiro. He would love to do that. Charge right over there pick up her weak hapless woman, throw her into the corner and then work her over until she couldn’t stand for the next two or three days. He really wanted to do that. But no he had to show some restraint.

Restraint.

That was key. And thankfully he was able to show it.

“More? You want more?” He teased looking down on her. “If you want more then you will have to come and get it. I am not bringing it to you. So either get up and put up, or be a bitch and stay down there and admit you stand no chance” For Ichiro that was a rather restrained reply. But he had a feeling that after telling her that she would be itching to get back up. This woman seemed to like getting hit, or facing against people who showed no fear. That was fine. Ichiro had no fear in the first place.

A knee. Sin had expected Ichiro would hit her with something at some point in this match, knew that even her speed couldn't keep her from taking a lump or two - and she was fine that. Hell, she welcomed it. It was always good when they gave back some of the pain she was dishing out, made her work for her meals.

But a knee? Not something you’d expect from a man dressed up like that. He was improvising, never a bad thing. What else was he hiding?

She was so caught up in the fever that she nearly didn’t register what he’d said, almost missed that he’d spoken at all. He was going to make her work for it, then? She was fine playing that way. ”When you put it that way…”

Putting her speed to full use, Sin vaulted forward and closed the gap in a heartbeat with a low dash, moving so hard her hair nearly came out of its confines. She slid her tongue along her lips, a quick lick, before she stood up all the way and shot her right heel towards his abs, putting all of her leg muscles into a push kick, trying to shove him back into the rope.

But that wasn’t all she had for him. Without even bringing her leg down, she did a quick hop forward, balancing on the ball of her foot when she came down. She spun her raised leg around in a full arc, swinging it around and raised it high to come at the side of his face with a spinning heel kick.

After hearing her words, Ichiro started to quietly have regrets about not attacking her while she was down. It seemed fairly clear that Sin had no reservations about attacking him at all. She most certainly wasn’t the ditzy woman he thought she was when they first met. And while most people would nod that as a sign of respect towards the woman, all it did for Ichiro was help fuel his anger and his annoyance.

However that anger sharpened his focus. His brain was working hard now, looking over her fighting style and what her attacks tended to be.

Low and Up

Yeah, low and up seemed to be an ample description of the tactics she seemed to employed. Most certainly a fan of her feet too.Every attack so far had been a low attack, usually aimed at the midsection. So when Sin dashed forward again, Ichiro wasn’t worried anymore. He was infact smirking. As her foot shot up he reached out with his hands and was able to grab onto her foot and ankle before the foot buried it’se into his abs. It was clear from the grab, he wasn’t used to this, he had hurt his wrist intercepting her attack and it took him a second to tighten the hold enough so that Sin couldn’t just break out.

“Ohhhh, what a shame? You are so predictable now”

He would hold her foot and pull her slightly closer by an inch, just enough so he could raise his own leg up and thrust it forward, trying to mimic her own attack style by kicking forward into her abs, letting go of her foot as his strike connected.

Ichiro Kuo was a smart man. How smart?

In Sin’s experience, most guys would’ve gone straight towards her and swung away, giving her so many openings. Hell, even the smarter ones would’ve made it pretty easy, making this more of a straight up fight. She wasn’t expecting a boxer to be so tricky.

But damn. He got her with this one.

She hadn’t been expecting him to grab her kick like that, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t work with, and she was already getting ready to raise her other leg for the counter. The opportunity wasn’t provided. He pulled her in, wrecked that idea with the movement, and she wound up taking a kick of her own in the gut, once more putting her abs to the test. It brought her down to her back and knocked the wind clean out of her.

This time she wasn’t quick to rise, writhing about on the floor as she licked her lips, a content smile on her face despite all the pain. Ichiro wasn’t holding back, didn’t pull a punch in any sense of the word. That was the sort of treatment she could get used to, and the possibilities made her skin tingle.

‘Predictable’, hm? Fair critique. She so rarely had to spice the playbook up.

Ichiro was more than confident in his victory now. His plan had worked perfectly. Now Sin was on the ground again and her stupid leg attacks had been put to an end. Looking down on her, Ichiro took a few steps forward to get closer to her.

“Well well, now look at you. Wanna give up yet?” He mocked and bent down, grabbing her chin and twisting her head to look up at him. “I won’t blame you if you did. I mean afterall, if you don’t want to be throwing up everywhere when your gut is basically mush” With that he let go and took several steps back, moving towards one of the corners.

“Alright, you wanna carry on? Get the fuck up and let’s go. You better actually start being a decent challenge” He had no idea that Sin was loving this. He had no idea what sort of beast he was starting to unleash. He still thought that this was going to be easy. A few more punches and she would be out like a light and he could win some easy money for his gym.

Sin was on the floor, she was hurting, she was wide open, and any second now Ichiro would be all over her, ramming her face into the mat with punches or maybe pounding her chest to mush or maybe even giving her some good shots to the stomach. Nice, rough, raw stuff. And she was totally on board for kicking the violence up a notch.

But that didn’t happen. He didn’t even try to mount her. She couldn’t have been a better target if she giftwrapped herself, and his response was to just throw taunts her way.

Fucking tease.

Feeling more than a little blueballed by the lack of action, Sin threw her legs up and popped back to her feet with a simple kip up, rising in an instant. She didn't stay standing for longer, however, and threw herself forward to close the distance in a somersault, swiftly come down only a couple of feet away from where Ichiro stood in the corner.

She took a split second to judge the timing, the spacing, the placement, and then she leaped up and shot her legs out once more, in what might’ve appeared to be a dropkick at first glance. At second glance, it would became apparent that she was too close and too high for that - she wasn’t trying to kick him this time, but attempting to wrap her legs around his head and clamp on with a forward headscissors, using her legs’ power for a different use.

Ichiro was more than aware of the fact he had Sin on a silver platter. On the ground and hurting. However secretly, he didn’t want to engage Sin on the ground in any situation. He had already pushed the boat out with his knee and kick strikes, he didn’t want to go too overboard and forget who he was. His boxing is what gave him his strength. To abandon it now would be like giving up on everything he had trained up on.

He could see that Sin was annoyed, but maybe she would understand in some way. He had planned to get even more violent later, he just needed her stunned and against the ropes to really get to work. Ichiro watched as Sin got to her feet and somersaulted towards him landing infront of him by several steps. Ichiro raised his guard, more than aware that Sin was close enough for one of her kicks again. This time he maintained a mid guard, expecting a kick and that way he could react quickly enough.

Except that didn’t arrive. With grace and speed, Sin was up in the air and had her legs up, a kick was coming. It was a kick, just a high one. This was her attempt to spice things up. However again, Sin had been shaking things up. She managed to wrap her legs around his neck, squeezing hard and pulling him into a head scissors that the second it was applied started applying damage. Coughing and spluttering, Ichiro was struggling to stay standing. The weight of Sin infront of him was threatening to pull them both down. It only took a few seconds for that to happen, toppling forward, the duo smashed into the canvas, Sin going down back first, and Ichiro went down face first.

It was weird to think about it now, as she clamped down on Ichiro’s neck, but there was a time when Sin hadn’t been too keen on headscissors. They weren’t something you learned in Tae Kwon Do, and while she didn’t much care for style loyalty, she’ preferred to keep things in her wheelhouse. Kicks served her fine in most of her fights.

But that changed on the fateful day when one of her opponents managed to tackle her to the floor. Some stupid girl in a pit fight, with a name Sin didn’t remember and didn’t care to remember. Just on random reflex, she wrapped her legs around the woman’s throat, more to keep her from establishing a mount than anything, and squeezed away, instantly taking the fight out of her opponent. Sin had the pleasure of spending the next few minutes toying with her, crushing her, twisting her, breaking her while she made the trip to Dreamland.

It was a fun time, and she revisited it even now. Her legs bore down on Ichiro’s bulging neck, flexing away and closing his windpipe. It must’ve been quite effective, because he wasn’t giving her the usual trashtalk. Just that lovely choking sound that she so craved.

Of course, Ichiro wasn’t the type to just let her have his way. He countered in spectacular fashion, slamming her down into the mat, hammering her into the canvas with a makeshift powerbomb that made her spine sing with agony.

Good stuff. Just not quite good enough.

”Fuck!” Sin moved her legs into the figure-four position and bore down even harder, crying out with ecstasy as she thrusted her hips and rubbed her groin hard against his face. This was more like it, this was the fight she wanted.

She yanked his hair with one hand and gave him a couple of quick punches in the head with the other, all while she continued to pour on the pressure. ”Again. Harder.”