Challenge Accepted...AGAIN!

Mako chuckled as Akane said how she guessed half of the stuff she'd told her. Besides the father thing, which she could've probably avoided. Still the shark was fine with telling her life story, even when she had a hot girl stuck between her legs. What caught Mako off guard, though, was when Akane mentioned having dinner with the shark...which she'd be paying for.

"Sorry...I don't think I heard you right. Did you say dinner? Heh...that's a funny way to ask a girl out. I guess your dates don't need a lot of convincing, am I right?" the shark asked as Akane struggled between her legs. Mako knew she could keep her here forever, but when the red head began to lift her up it became clear something painful was about to occur. But the shark held on, seeing as there wasn't much else she could do, right up to the point that her top began to rip. Sure having Akane's face right against her crotch was nice, but she didn't have the time to enjoy it. Before her attire could be torn off completely, the street brawler slammed the shark down with a low power bomb!

"Oh-shit-no-GAH!" she'd grunt from the hard landing. Luckily the impact wasn't that bad since the fiery woman wasn't on her feet. Instead, she had slammed Mako down while she was still on her knees. It was enough to break the scissor hold, though, and the back of her head hit the floor hard enough to stun the shark. Mako's top wasn't in good shape either. The fabric had a tear in it from the top of the collar down to the center of her bust. This gave Akane a nice sight to behold. She could easily see the shark's tattoos on the left breast of her a nice rack.

"Ah fuck...I really liked this top too..." Mako groaned with a faint smirked as she held the back of her head with both hands. "Am I not allowed...to have nice things, or were you just...jealous?~"

As soon as Mako’s legs gave even a hint of hesitation, Akane struck. Breaking out of the hold, the red head raised herself back to her knees, looking down on the stunned shark. It was not Akane’s intention to rip apart Mako’s top, but considering she did the same thing to Akane earlier, she struggled to feel remorse for doing so. If anything, it was pay back, as of now both of the women were out a shirt they liked.

“If it was a date, I’d say it was a date, wouldn’t I?" Akane seemed to say flatly, apparently focused on the fight at hand once again. She did not want to get into her dating experiences, as while Mako was indeed correct no one had ever refused her before, most turned out to be the same boring night over and over again. While some guys made it further than others, Akane never really could find a guy she liked too much. Always one thing that bugged the hell out of her, and she would ultimately ditch them. The simple word of “Date” was enough to put her in a bad mood, but luckily she was in her own home, so she remained relatively calm.

Bending over, the brawler would try to scoop up Mako’ left leg while she was still stunned, then flip her over onto her stomach. with the same laid back aura the shark had displayed a few moments prior, Akane would sit down on Mako’s now exposed back, while pulling her leg along with her in a painful Boston Crab.

“It’s hard to be jealous when you have the superior model, Mako.” The tone of the red head seemingly going back to playful...

Mako didn't really care that her top was torn down the middle. Mostly because they came in a pack with six others, and because she could make Akane blush easily with her chest out like this. However, the woman didn't seem that flustered by the now far more revealing top. In fact, she seemed to be in a far more serious tone while basically telling the shark that what she suggested was NOT a date.

"Great...now she's in a bad mood..." Mako thought to herself knowing that an angry Akane would probably hurt her worse while she was still stunned. This turned out to be true as the fiery woman grabbed the shark's leg and started to roll her over. Moments later, Akane would sit down on Mako's back as she applied a painful Boston Crab that had its victim pounding her fist on the floor like crazy.

"GAH! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT! DAMN! FUUUUCK!" she'd curse while thrashing as much as she could.  To her surprise, though, Akane's playful tone would return as she called the shark's chest the superior model. It then dawned on her that she meant her top, seeing as the red head's chest was so damn HOT! Not that Mako was lacking in the breast department, but Akane was just truly gifted.

"Ugh...thanks...but you looked pretty hot...yourself...when you wore...one of these~" the shark chuckled through her groans and the pain. Shortly after, Mako would start to drag herself across the floor using her elbows. That way she could try weaken Akane's grip on the hold as she crawled forward, and then try to twist her body around to squeeze out of it completely. Submission holds weren't a easy thing for the shark at all, though. They drained the fight out of Mako, and if she let herself be caught in one too long, her body wouldn't be able to continue. So getting out of this one quickly was the shark's only hope...

Akane pulled on Mako’s leg, curving her spind in a pain “C” shape, enough to bring quite a bit of pain, but still safe enough as to not cause any permanent damage to the woman beneath her. Despite how Akane could be, she never cared for seriously injuring opponents, at least not if she could help it. Mako was shorter, had less muscle on her, and was honestly a little too cute to want to hurt too badly any way. Still, she came over to fight, the least Akane could do was try to stay on course.

So, with another tug of Mako’s leg, the shark continued to bang on the floor while hurling obscenities at…well no one, apparently just venting her pain. She thrashed about like a fish out of water, pounding, screaming, kicking a few things over, it got to the point where Akane had to say something.

“Hey Mako, can you keep it down a bit?” Akane gave the shark just a bit of slack so she could register what she was saying, “The neighbors will complain about the noise if you keep going, and I don’t need the manager breathing down my neck again.”

As if to conclude the topic, Akane resumed the brutal hold, bending Mako back into her “C” shape. The shark was starting to crawl, making the hold a bit difficult to maintain. Apparently, Mako still had enough gas in the tank to talk, complementing Akane on her previous attire.

“Oh, well aren’t you sweet~ Sadly, flattery won’t get you out of this hold, Mako. Hey wait…a boston crab on Mako “the shark”…does this mean that technically, a crab is beating a shark?”

By then, Mako had successfully wiggled out of the boston crab, the shark as slippery as an eel.

“Aww, Mako why’d you have to do that? Now I gotta hit you again!” Akane smiled playfully, leaning over to grab a handful of the shark’s hair to pull her back up to her feet. This was a no hold fight, with the winner knocking their opponent out. At this rate though, the two were just going to start Making out, rather than knocking out, if things did not change.

Mako rolled her eyes as Akane jokes about a crab beating a shark. It was a cheesy taunt, one that she'd grown used to with her nickname. The shark continued to bang on the floor despite Akane asking her not to. If this was her place, Mako wouldn't have cared about noise, she wouldn't have cared about things being broken, and she wouldn't give a damn about what the neighbors heard them doing.

Luckily, Mako managed to free herself soon enough by slipping through the woman's grip. Akane wasn't done with her, though. The fiery brawler grabbed a hold of the shark's short hair and pulled the woman back up onto her feet. Now, with both women on their feet, it looked like Akane was just going to knock her prey down on her ass again. But Mako had other plans.

Before the red head could attack, the shark would shove away her foe's hands and throw a lighting fast upper cut at the woman's jaw. If it hit, Mako would smirk as she breathed heavily. It was almost like she waiting for Akane to hit her back...which she definitely was!

"Come on Akane...right here!" Mako would shout while patting her cheek. "Oh...and this is what happens when someone tell me to quiet down..." she'd say before sucking up all the air that she possibly could.

"OHHHHH FUCK! HARDER, AKANE! HARDER!!! YOU'RE GONNA BREAK MY GOD DAMN HIP AT THIS RATE!!! OOOOHHH YES, BABY~" Mako bellowed as loudly as she possibly could so that all the neighbors could hear her voice. The shark expected Akane to go berserk for doing this, but that's exactly what she wanted...

"Aww, your hair is so soft, Mako! I never felt it without blood in it before! Dl you use a conditioner, or is it professionally style like that?”

With one arm, Akane was able to drag Mako up from the floor and onto her feet, the red head not even bothering to check to see if the shark was still dazed or not. While Akane held Mako’s head with one hand, the other clenched into a tight fist, ready to bring up and swing down at the shark’s face with unbeatable force. Just as she was about to do so, Mako proved she had some life in her, swatting the red heads grip away, then firing off a quick uppercut.

Mako’s fist rang off against Akane’s chin, making the larger woman take a step back. A slight stab of irritation burned through her, but Akane simply looked down, seeing Mako taunt her, egging her on to take a swing back at her. It seemed like a trick, but the whole thing reminded Akane of a school yard fight, the smaller girl trying to knock the head bully off her throne. It was too cute to ignore.

But the next thing Mako said erased any goodwill her looks and charm had built up. A slight hint of anger mixed with fear flashed in her eyes, only one statement both threatening and pleading with the shark escaping in a deadly tone,

“You wouldn’t dare…”

She would indeed.

Mako began to shout louder than Akane ever thought the smaller woman could. She screamed and moaned all sorts of lewd things, so loud here was little doubt everyone in the building heard her. The red head covered her ears but could still hear every word.

The shark just had to use her name. Maybe she could have passed it off that it was another neighbor, turn it into a game of “he said, she said” but there was little doubt where it was coming from now. Mako’s screams of faked pleasure basically narrowed it down to her apartment, and everyone would know and get the wrong idea about Akane.

As if going out and getting the paper wasn’t awkward enough already…

Mako was not even finished when Akane rushed her, the fiery blaze in her eyes reminiscent of when she smashed a chair over Mako’s head the first time they met. She seem to have complete disregard for her property anymore, Akane pulling her fist back for a hard, wide swing that would likely break something in Mako’s face should it hit. The shark had just taken her peace and quiet from her life for at least a few months, now all that mattered to the red head was that Mako shut up before she ruins anything else in her life.

Oh Mako dared alright. Even if Akane had complimented her hair, which she actually found really nice, it was part of her nature to be as loud and disruptive as she possibly could. Something that the neighbors were surely finding out as she screamed out a bunch of profanities and lewdness. Using Akane's name was a too bit much, though. Even she realized that. But in the shark's defense...she said that without thinking. Now Mako kinda felt bad about it. The sight of an enraged Akane also made her feel bad, but more of a "OH SHIT" sense than feeling guilty. Mako wasn't terrified of the sight, though. Nope. Not at all.

...Ok maybe she was a little bit scared at first, but she would never admit it to anyone. Never fucking ever.

The swing just looked so intense that the shark couldn't help but gulp. Luckily, such a big swing needed more time to wind up. This gave Mako a second to duck under the, for the lack of better words, death punch. This allowed the shark to pass Akane as she charged, as well. But instead of making room between them, Mako wrapped her arms around the furious woman's waist. It was going to be hard to keep a hold on her, but if she managed to, then the shark would go down memory lane with her opponent back to their first fight.

"YOU'RE...GOING...DOOOOWWWNN!!!!" Mako would roar as she attempted to lift Akane up and slam her down with a vicious German Suplex. Landing on the hard floor would certainly hurt, but it wouldn't knock the brawler out. So, if successful, Mako would go all out by keeping the hold in place with a bridge and roll with the impact so she could land into a crouching position with her arms still on Akane's waist. She'd need a few seconds to breath first, but afterwards Mako would try to deadlift the woman off the floor for another German Suplex!

The shark was betting a German Suplex and a Deadlift German Suplex would do a number on Akane for sure. But at the same time, she knew it'd take a lot out of her to accomplish this on a bigger woman. Mako enjoyed taking risks, though. Especially when they involved such an awesome attack like this!

“YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME, MAKO!” Akane bellowed as she threw her “Death Punch” at the shark’s face. Mako had proven herself to be playful, mischievous, and rough around the edges, but somethings simply crossed the line. Technically this was only the second time the pair had ever met up, and while it was true the two already had a decently strong relationship, Mako had seemed to have forgotten where she was. This was Akane’s home, where she went to get away from her business life of fighting others dressed in hardly anything and just sit back and try to relax, wait for the next day to drag on by. She invited the shark into her home, and though unintentional, the shark had destroyed the brawlers piece of mind, her environment now tainted.

Mako needed to watch her mouth, and no matter how buddy-buddy the two seemed to be, Akane was more than happy to teach her how to keep her yap shut.
Of course, she would actually have to hit her in order for that to happen. Out of all the ssea creatures out there, Akane would actually compare Mako to an Eel. Slippery, slimy, small enough to avoid serious injury, but can still pack a punch! She did all of those things at once, sliding underneath Akane’s blow and wrapping her arms around Akane’s waist. The red head put quite a bit of force into the punch, and when nothing it hit nothing but air, Mako’s cause was made easier as she lifted the unbalanced fighter back into a painful German Suplex.

As Mako was well aware, Akane struggled with these types of moves, simply because she was not USED to them. Very few people ever tried to or even could lift the large woman in the middle of a fight, yet Mako had done it once before in their first fight, and it was just as effective this time.

But Mako continued to surprise. Instead of releasing her, the sharks grip grew stronger, tighter. The pair flipped over, was Mako really going for another suplex?

The glare in Akane’s eyes seemed fuzzy after the unexpected throw, but no less intense. She would be sure to make the Sark pay for her attack. Pulling back her arm, Akane attempted to drill her elbow into the side of Mako’s head, wishing her the same pain she had just delivered to her own person.

But, hit or miss, Mako pushed through it, lifting the red head a SECOND time, smashing her even harder than before.

Akane, having taken two critical hit in short succession, was somewhat punch drunk, only moaning a bit and rubbing her forehead, ling on the floor while string up at the ceiling…

Mako was smiling wide after slamming Akane with a German Suplex. It was clear that the red haired woman wasn't used to dealing with such attacks yet. Sure Akane could use them, but she seemed to lack the experience when it came to defending against them. Maybe she had focused on offensive training rather than defensive before coming to Tension? If that was the case, Mako wouldn't mind teaching her a few things.

Right now, though, the shark was too busy pounding on the woman. So with a fearsome yell she'd try to preform a Deadlift German Suplex on Akane. But just as she started to get her foe off the ground, the shark got her bell rung out of nowhere by a hard elbow. Mako didn't even see it coming, and that made it much worse. She almost dropped Akane as a result, but managed to just barely keep her grip before slamming the woman as hard as she could.

The fiery red head stayed down after that one. The only signs of life being her chest moving up and down, while her hand rubbed her likely ringing head. Mako would've loved to climb on top of her and pound her into next week, surprisingly not in a dirty way, but even she was stuck on the ground. She was still feeling that elbow shot, so after slamming Akane down, the shark could only roll onto her belly and lay there. Lifting the bigger woman twice was exhausting, so Mako loved having the time to rest.

"Ugh...Hey...Hey Akane...Did I knock you out?" she'd ask while laying face down and breathing heavily. "If you're not...out cold...say something...Kay?" Mako said while reaching over and nudging Akane's thigh with her hand. When in doubt, Mako always try to annoy the person until they talk.

After finally being released from Mako’s grip, Akane flopped to the floor uselessly. The blows to the head had calmed her down, the murderous look no longer in her eyes as she seemed to stare ahead somewhat blankly. In no way did Akane have bad endurance, she could take all sorts of hits and keep on ticking like nothing happened, but the German suplex was likely the closest thing anyone could do to her that cut through most of that. It was like an “Anti Akane” attack, mixing in her lack of experience towards slams and throws with the advantage of hitting her backside, and using her weight against her. With Mako using it so effectively three times, it was starting to burn into the brawler’s head that maybe she should try to learn how to prevent this from happening in the future.

It wouldn’t be long before Mako couldn’t keep her hands to herself. Soon, Mako was talking again, nudging the red heads thigh and asking if she was awake. Akane simply stared at the ceiling with a look on her face. In her mind, the situation was too much like a young girl trying to wake her working mom up after a long hard shift at the office, and now the Mother has to deal with the whims of her child just to get a moments peace.

“Yes, Mako…I’m awake.”

The red head sounded more tired then she should. Physically, Akane would have been fine, running in the high 70% at least, but Mako had a way of just being…well, Mako. She was a handful to deal with, like three rowdy boys stuffed into one body and it drained Akane both emotionally and mentally. Sure, she was in charge of a gang way back when, where she had to deal with all types of personalities, but that was spaced out, far and few between. Her old right-hand man, Drake, dealt with most of the personal problems, Akane just gave the orders. Dealing with people like Mako, while not exactly a bad thing, was still extremely taxing.

Heh, maybe I should set Drake up to babysit Mako. That would really piss him off…

Slowly as to not induce vertigo, Akane sat back up, no desire in her body to make herself sick on top of everything that had happened already. She cast a side glance over towards Mako’s tired body, rising and falling with each breath…

“You look tired…done already, are we?”