Challenge Accepted...AGAIN!

Mako finally found Akane’s place after what seemed like an eternity of searching. Honestly she would’ve found it sooner if she wasn’t so bad with maps.  It would be worth the effort, though, to get her second chance against the red headed brawler. So after parking her car, Mako would make her way to the front door of the woman’s apartment building. Once inside, the shark would find and start pounding on Akane’s door hard enough to make a few of her neighbors come out. Honestly, she wondered if these people were used to this sort of thing since Akane was a loud mouthed, short tempered brute. But that wasn’t important. Mako was here for a fight and she’d better get one soon.

“HEY AKANE! OPEN UP!” The shark roared before pounding on the door harder. She was wearing short cut leans and a jacket over her newly acquired tank top. Honestly Mako wondered what reaction she’d get when Akane saw her top. It was pretty much the same one she had worn during their fight in the bar, and it was just as short. This would give anyone who looked a good view of her toned abs, plus her tightly covered bust.

“COME ON, AKANE! ARE WE GONNA DO THIS OR NOT!?” Mako would shout as she impatiently waited at the door. She still had her bruises from the last brawl, and after this there’d probably be even more on her body. Hopefully she could avoid getting more glass stuck in her, though. Pulling all of those out of her hurt like hell!

Akane groaned lightly as one of her eyes finally opened, the constant hammering on her door rousing her from her sleep. The red head was not expecting guests, and stayed up astoundingly late doing…god knows what, she couldn’t remember. Beer cans were strewn all about her living room, and it appeared the only piece of furniture that wasn’t upturned was her futon, which she was passed out on top of moments ago. Even the television was on, set to a channel she never seen before, speaking a language she didn’t understand.

So, she was conscious for all of thirty seconds and already she was in a bad mood. The constant beating of her door did little to calm her down, and the screaming on the other side began to set her off. The dark claws of sleep still had a grip on Akane, causing her to struggle placing the voice on the other side of the door. It could have been her own mother for all she knew, it wouldn’t stop the red heads temper from burning through.

“Shut the Fuck up! If you keep beating on the door I’m gonna put your head through the damn thing!”

It took her minute, but Akane finally had enough motivation to pry herself from the warm, soft haven of her futon and walk over to the refrigerator door in search of her breakfast. If the prick was so determined to see her, he could wait a few more minutes. Jerk woke her up after all.

After grabbing a premade protein shake, she trudged over to the door, not even bothering to look for a pair of clothes, apparently content with addressing whoever was on the other side in incredibly short short-shorts and a torn-up T-shirt that not only looked like it was two sizes too small, but was torn apart so her generous breasts could fit tightly into the fabric in a matter that seemed suggestive, but also comfortable for the user.

Akane didn’t bother using the peephole to see who it was, just yanking the door wide open. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the noon day sun, but when they did, they widened a bit in surprise.

“Well, look who it is.” Akane said with a grin, “The big bad shark herself, coming to huff and puff my door down.” The door looked like it may have been kicked a few times, paint had been chipped off and it looked like one area even started to splinter. Akane gave a slight sigh, knowing she would be hearing about this from her landlord. “Doing a pretty good job of it too”

It wasn’t until her eyes fully adjusted to the light that she got to see Mako and her outfit. Cute, Sexy, and Cool were all words fighting to best describe the woman standing in front of Akane. The sharks determined eyes paired with her revealing and tough attitude made Akane’s heart flutter lightly, if only for a split second. Akane never thought she swung that way, but Mako seemed to exude all of her favorite traits for her ideal man, just in a woman’s body.
Deciding it was best to abandon that train of thought, Akane would merely remark “Nice top” and continued on.


Turning away to walk back, Akane indirectly invited Mako in by leaving the door open.

“I didn’t expect you to be here so soon. I sent that letter, what? Yesterday? Day before?” She said over her shoulder, “thought you would want to recover a bit more.”

Mako was pounding on the door until she heard Akane screaming at her to shut up. Sadly it still didn't seem like the woman was coming, which only made the shark strike the door harder with both fists to piss the red head off. It still took a few minutes before Akane opened the door and smiled at the sight of the shark despite the minor damage that had been inflicted on her property.

"That's what happens when you make me wait." Mako would say with a smirk of her own from the sight of what Akane was wearing. It seemed like the fiery woman was just as interested in what the shark was wearing, as her eyes fixed on the short cut tank top. Despite the obvious interest, though, she only said it was nice.

"Heh...Thank you for noticing~ I liked your's so much I got my own~" Mako chuckled at her comment before taking off her boots and socks. Then, after following her inside closing the door, she'd walk behind Akane while taking off her jacket. The woman seemed surprised that she was here so soon, though, which made the shark laugh. "Haha! I don't really have the patience to wait..." she'd admit as they reached the living room. Once there, Mako would drop her jacket on the floor and put her hands on her hips in the middle of the room.

"All I want is another shot at you...and to take back my 'title'. I may have screwed up during are first brawl, but that's not happening again." she declared with her sights set on Akane. "So...last time we used a lot of weapons. This time, though, I just want to fight you hand to hand. Besides, I figure you don't want to break all your stuff while we fight. We fight until one of us knock outs the other out...that way I can repay you for last time..." Mako explained with a slightly twisted smile.

"You ok with that...King?" Mako asked as she cracked her neck to each side. She didn't want to call Akane King, but the fiery brawler had earned it by beating her unconscious in their bar fight. "Don't get used to me calling you that...because after today...I'll be King again."

With Mako following her inside, Akane went and sat down onto her futon, poking the straw through the hole of her premade breakfast. Mako seemed to make herself at home fairly quickly, taking off her jacket and tossing it onto the floor. Normally, Akane would have been pissed if anyone else did something like that, throwing something of theirs on her floor. Sure, her place was a mess, but it was her mess, and she didn’t like picking up anyone else’s garbage but her own, but this time the corners of her mouth curved into a small smile while sipping on the straw. It was like Mako was some kind of animal, marking its territory and challenging a larger predator to do something about it. It was cute, with the added benefit of getting a better view of Mako’s top.

Akane listened to Mako’s terms, the sly smile still resting on her face, though her eyes narrowed in a manner that she was taking Mako’s promises only half seriously. The red head was sure that if weapons were taken out of the equation, she would have an overwhelming advantage due to the size and strength difference between the pair especially if it came down to a simple fist fight.  Akane’s eyes seemed as if they pitied the woman standing in front of her, but could respect her tenacity.

“Knockouts only, eh? Sounds fun.” the red head said plainly, tossing her now empty drink carton aside, “but I’m surprised you would say no to weapons. After all, you were the one that brought weapons into our fight, and if I remember you also were the one to first bring out the steel chair against that guy, Dai-something.” Akane’s tone was playful, teasing the shark but bringing up a in her mind valid point, “You sure I can trust you to hold up your end of the bargain?”

The brawler didn’t really care if weapons were used or not, really just wanting to be sure that was what Mako wanted. After hearing Mako’s response, she would get up and stretch, cracking her back and making the tears in her tight shirt larger before locking eyes with Mako.

“I’ll accept your terms, but I want to add in one of my own.” The smile had turned into an ominous grin, “If you win, you get the title of “King”, get to keep the crown you have yet to give me for yourself, and whatever else comes with it, BUT!” Akane’s eyes seemed to be burning the same way they were when the two first met, “If I win, if you are ever in my company again, you have to end every sentence with either a “Ruff” or “Bark”. That includes in private, in public, in front of your friends, everywhere.” Akane leaned over, meeting Mako’s eye line, but intentionally giving her a nice look down her own Tee, “That way everyone knows that your my bitch~” she said sweetly.

“Do we have a deal?”

Mako never showed any signs of wavering as Akane spoke. Sure the red head made good points that the shark relied on weapons a lot, but she never needed them. In her mind, she could take anyone with her fists alone. Which was why Mako said no weapons for tonight.

“Yeah, you can trust me. Besides…you’re way easier to be around than that guy. Sure he’s hot and all…but damn he’s arrogant!” Mako explained before Akane got up and began to stretch. The shark did a little light stretching of her own in response to loosen her up. Then the red head would make a stipulation of her own. Akane agreed that Mako could have her title back IF she won, but if she lost…then the shark would become her bitch whenever they were around each other. She’d have to ‘ruff’ and ‘bark’ at the end of every sentence, which seemed incredibly humiliating.

…except this was Mako Adachi she Akane was speaking to.

“Wooooow…WOW! Damn that’s kinky!~ Being your bitch forever...I didn’t take you for that kind of girl…Ok I accept! This is gonna be great~” the shark exclaimed with an eager look in her eyes before a really fun thought came to her mind. “Play your cards right and I might even let you walk me around with a leash~” she would say with a big grin while twirling her wrist like she was holding the leash already.

“Fuck I’m so hyped! Ok let’s do this babe!” Mako would declare as she raised her fists and bounced on her feet. She didn’t mean to call Akane ‘babe’ but her stipulation had made her excited in more ways than one. Figuring that there was no need to wait any longer, Mako would then take the first move by trying to tackle Akane with her shoulder driving into the red head’s abs. That way she could try to force the woman backwards and fall down on the couch. Once there, the shark would try sitting down on Akane’s lap and hit her head with punch after punch!

Akane chuckled, amused by the excitement and energy the radiated off of Mako. Considering the whole “dog” thing was supposed to be a deterrent, something for the red head to hold over the shark should she, Mako was surprisingly into it. Mako even took the punishment a step further, offering herself up for walks on a leash. The image lacked subtlety, and Akane would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little disappointed that Mako seemed to be all for her “punishment”, but she was learning more and more about Mako. That was simply how the Shark was, sex crazed, wild, and unpredictable.

Still, she didn’t have to suck all the fun out of everything…

“I….don’t think that will be necessary.”

With Mako accepting her terms, Akane straightened up and backed up a few steps, giving the fighters some space before they began their private bout. Before she could get into a stance however, Mako, rather excited for the fight to come, went off and called the red head “babe”. It was a weird thing to say at a time like this, with the red head tilting her head at the nickname.

“Babe? Is that how you’re going to talk through this?” a playful smile danced across her lips, “Hey babe, why don’t we go off to the local juice bar an get ourselves a deal-a-reeno~ or something like that.”

The red headed brawler was a little too enraptured with her vocal work, as Mako sprinted forward and tackled her in her unguarded abs. Normally, a stunt like that wouldn’t have budged Akane at one hundred percent, but being distracted and on low alert, she toppled over fairly easily. She landed on the soft cushions of the couch that rested behind her, and for a minute, she thought the shark was giving her a lap dance the way she sat on her lap. It wasn’t too far fetched, looking into the shark’s past.

But instead, she got a pretty decent punch to the face. Remembering how damaged her head got in their last scuffle, she was quick to put her arms up in defense, getting a few more punches pounding at her arms for her trouble. She knew she was bigger than Mako, and likely stronger, and since the shark was in such a vulnerable position, she may as well help herself.

As quick as she could, Akane’s arms would lash out and wrap around Mako’s head. With a quick motion, she would bring Mako’s skull down on her own, trying to deliver a violent headbutt that may just know the shark off her lap.

Mako loved the reaction Akane had to her little leash idea. While she wasn't overly flustered, the woman was clearly rattled. However, the shark enjoyed her reaction to being called 'babe' even more. Not because it flustered her, but because Akane tried to do an impersonation of something Mako could not understand. What was a Dealareeno? What the fuck was a juice bar!? Many questions were floating around in her head, but Mako was still laughing just from the way Akane threw her voice.

"Haha! Pretty much!~ Don't worry, though. The only place I'm taking you today is dreamland~" she laugh The shark kept laughing as she tackled her foe and straddled her lap. Then she even laughed as she punched the woman over and over, although the giggling had died down a bit as Akane put up her guard.

However, as she chuckled on the woman's lap while punching her repeatedly, the laughter stopped completely when the fiery brawler smashed their skulls together with a headbutt. Stunned slightly, Mako ended up losing her balance and falling backwards before landing on the floor with a thud. However, she landed awkwardly so that her upper back was flat on the floor, while her legs were rolled up near her head with her butt sticking up in the air.

"Ugh...I'm not sure if I said this earlier...but you have a hard head..." Mako would groan as she laid on the floor. Soon after she noticed the...provocative position she was in...and smiled.

"You planned this didn't you?" the shark teased as she looked up at Akane and winked. "Well I won't hold it against you~ Go ahead...get a good look while you can...babe~" Mako continued to tease before once again calling her 'babe'. It seemed like the shark was already repeating the same mistakes as last time, but she still had a plan in the works.

“I think your giving me a little too much credit, Mako.”

Akane smiled down at the smaller woman, already up to her usual tricks. Mako was certainly wearing provocative attire, her short jean-shorts showing plenty leg and thigh, and her shorter top seemed to have trouble containing her two luscious orbs, leaving nothing to the imagination. All in all, the shark had a great body, and her personality wasn’t really all that bad, almost charming once one got used to it.

Deciding to stand up, Akane playfully placed one of her feet atop the Sharks rump. If they had any interest in pinning one another, this likely would have counted as a cocky attempt. Her bare foot could feel a slight jiggle as it made a light impact with Mako’s buns.

“Very nice~” Akane said with her eyes closed, a smile and tone so sweet it was similar to an older sister complimenting a younger sisters art project. But when the brawlers eyes opened back up, it was not kindness in her eyes.

“Last time you were like this, you were on my shoulders, right? Just before we both dropped in that muscle buster?” Her comment was teasing, but sharp. Akane wanted to let Mako know where she stood. Akane liked the shark, all things considered, and would probably be willing to hang out and grab a drink with her, but when it came down to fighting or who was in charge, Akane considered herself the superior. She had taken Mako’s title as “King”, and until the shark won a match to even the score, Akane would throw her win in Mako’s face.

“Cute as you are, lets try to get at least a little serious~ I wouldn’t want to you to lose the same way twice~”

With that, she gave the sharks butt a little nudge with her foot, letting her foe recover however she wished, but keeping a tight defense in the meantime.

As much as Mako wanted to beat Akane up and secure her title, she wanted to other things as well. For example, she wanted to get to know the woman, and to get into some pretty perverted scenarios with her. One of which was becoming a reality as Akane planted her bare foot on the shark's ass as it stuck up in the air. The action made Mako's cheeks jiggle and the fiery brawler took a moment to enjoy the feeling as she closed her eyes.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this...Heheh...Honestly, I am too~" Mako would chuckle as she felt the woman's foot resting dominantly on her upright ass. She thought about calling her babe again, but the badass didn't want it to get old.

Soon after she'd mention how this was similar to the muscle buster she'd finished the shark off with. Which wasn't the fondest memory, but Mako didn't really mind as she savored the moment. The shark thought this was really hot, and she'd even wiggle her butt as Akane's foot remained planted on it. But she knew the red head was right. She should be taking this more seriously. If Akane won again it'd be beyond humiliating for her.

"Ok ok...so you want me to get serious? Fine...I'll give you serious!~" Mako would growl as the hot headed fighter gave her ass a nudge to topple her over. But the shark wouldn't let that happen. Instead, she'd grab the woman's foot and lock her legs around the woman's limp. "The taller they are, the harder they fall!" Mako would think as she tried to force Akane forward so she'd fall down on her belly. Then, with the woman's leg still in her grasp, Mako would try to put the red head into a tight grapevine ankle hold. She'd use her whole body to constrict around Akane's leg to make it a lot harder for the woman to walk on it later. There were no submissions, after all. The only way they could win was to knock the other bitch out cold!

Akane wondered how the spirited girl below would respond to her challenge. She had nudged the shark away and pulled up her defense expecting the shark to get up and try to hammer the red head down. Much to her surprise, Mako didn’t go for a punch, instead she took advantage of Akane’s dominating position, grabbing her foot and locking her legs around the taller woman’s limb.  

It didn’t take long for Akane to lose her balance. Falling over with a loud thud, Akane would rub her head, not really hurt, so much as annoyed. What had the shark been trying to-

-oh, that’s what.
Suddenly a sharp pain burst from her ankle and ran up her leg.  It was a searing pain. Akane didn’t know the name of…what ever it was Mako was doing, but damn did it get results. The red head was stuck on her stomach, and if she rolled over all she would be doing is helping Mako hurt her.

“Hey” she said through grit teeth, trying to force a smile, “No one ever…GAH! No one ever told me you could… do submissions! I call timeout!”

Of course, Akane didn’t expect the shark to fulfill the request. Instead, Akane brought her free leg up, then attempted to smash one of Mako’s legs with her heel, using her foot like a hammer. If it didn’t work the first time, maybe a second time will do the trick?