Raul Tejada vs Makoto Takeda: Mismatch?

Raul winced as he felt the searing burn flash across his leg, his lips curled downward in a mild frown... glancing down at the damage... Something told him that was going to linger for a while... possibly several days. Makoto was a simple but perplexing puzzle, wasn't she...? Small as a child, hits harder than any thug he trained with back home... Big things almost NEVER came in small packages unless they were talking drugs, knives or guns... Small people had small results, everyone knew that... Tallest people get elected, bulkiest people were typically stronger... Bigger animals ruled smaller animals. It was just a law of nature...

...Now, how was it that this girl was able to break that condition so frivolously... and take him down like it was something she did on a regular basis...? Well, far be it from him to ask out-loud as his chest was SMASHED in by a massive double-heel stomp! For the first time since this fight started, Raul's calm, relaxed and almost care-free demeanor collapsed, his eyes shooting WIDE as his ribs almost seemed to buckle under Makoto's impossible summoning of strength, the man letting out a loud GROAN as his body seized, his muscles flexed, his lungs seemed to FREEZE as he lay there on the floor!

He gagged softly, his hands clutching at his torso... the imprint of the woman's boots on his pecks going FAR deeper than his musculature would allow! It was like invisible pikes of force had been driven into his body, nailing him to the floor!

"Nnnnn......g.....uh....." He gasped and choked, desperate to take in air, air he NEEDED! "...Damn... think.... you might've...... broken something..... there...." He said with a small, possibly forced smile... even as blood dribbled down the side of his mouth.

Makoto was feeling good. Really good.

Ever since she’d come to the AFW, she’d had to hold back a bit. Had to play the rules. Even in hardcore matches, she was always up against someone who rocked that classic wrestling style. It wasn’t that they didn’t make for challenging fights. Fuck, she’d lost more than she’d ever want to admit to wrestlers like that.
But it wasn’t her natural environment, wasn’t what she was born for. She was a tiger in a cage, and she needed to get out and sink her teeth into some real meat.

And now she had that. Thank God. She almost wanted to thank Raul for giving her the chance, but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction. Dude was already too pleased with this for her liking. Speaking of which…

Makoto had stumbled to her knees after the stomp, but now she was pulling her way back up and spitting off to the side, giving her a neck a crack as she closed in on him again. Snickering, she reached down and grabbed his hair - nice hair, she had to admit - and lifted his head up, giving it a few shakes.

”Hey. Bitch. Question for you.” She gave his face a quick slam, then wrenched her hold down and smacked his skull against the mat. ”Still a pleasure to meet me?”

Makoto relented... Until she didn't. Like the come and go of a Tsunami wave, the smaller woman retracted for a moment to admire her work, truly an abundance of aesthetic genius to be sure, before she closed back in to add the finishing touches to her piece. Not a graceful artist, the smaller woman grabbed hold of Raul's hair, taking a moment to pause... perhaps to admire it...? Before DRAGGING it up so that they were level... or at least, as level as one could be in this situation! Makoto proposed a question to her... and the man opened his mouth, eager to answer... only for his head to get BASHED into the canvas! Not once... but twice! All that escaped from the man's lips were nothing but ugly, agonized grunts... and by the time Makoto was done leaving the imprint of the back of his head along the canvas, there seemed to be an entire solar-system of stars floating about his vision...

...Heh... Though he couldn't complain over-much... After all, there were two Makoto's floating about his vision now... Through garbled hearing, the former gangster managed to pick up on the gist of his opponent's question, Raul glancing up at her... almost curious. She must've been trying to make a play of dominance... The tone of voice... the way she looked down at him, content as a hunter would be to have weakened prey in her claws... It would've been beautiful if it wasn't so terrible...

...Perhaps it could be both, even...

"Mmmmmmhmhmhmhmhm....UKH..!" He snickered, until his wounded chest SEIZED and a small cough of red escaped his lips, his gags wet... agonized... "Hugh..... Uhgh.... The.....pleasure is all....m....mine, my lady." A small smile still flashing across his lips. "After all... how could I hate... .....nnngh....... Such a strong and attractive young woman...?"

Why did Raul have to take the fun out of everything? She was getting into this, having a nice, heavy beatdown, really letting go on her opponent. The audience was in full hate mode, booing her way, giving her all sorts of shit, and she couldn’t have felt more in environment. This was the sort of thing she was born for, what she craved more than anything.

And then he had to go and ruin it by being nice to her.

She was literally in mid-punch when his words brought her to a dead halt. At first, she thought it was a trick, that he was trying to throw her off guard and score some kind of hit while she was distracted. If that was the idea, it was a shitty one, because she was stunned for a good three seconds and he didn’t do anything but lay there and smile and talk and complement her, and-

Fuck it. She wanted this to be over.

”Just…” She gave him a hard kick in the side to flip him over, then pressed her palm against his chest as she stood over his prone body, pinning him to the mat. The referee saw what was going on and moved in, looking to start up a count. ”Just stay down, dumbass.”

Was he dumb...? A predictable assumption from someone who didn't know how to play his/her opponent... Raul's remarks had stopped the onslaught, saved him from, what could've been, a devastating beating that might've very well put him out of commission longer than he EVER would've liked. Even while he spoke his sweetened and honeyed words, the Mexican had his own ulterior motives... a motive to retreat from here and tend to his wounds before there were too many for him to deal with on his own!

...And it seemed to work out just as he imagined! ...Just not quite as comfortably as he'd hoped.

A sharp KICK across his side sent Raul REELING over, his body gagging and convulsing in a disgracefully undignified manner, the man flipping over on his back in sheer agony with Makoto's strike... She was a beautiful... but monstrous being, this woman... someone he would certainly not look for on the battle-field when he fought again. The tiny tank-of-a-woman demanded that Raul simply STAY DOWN... and he had no intention to defy her... Through pained eyes, Raul locked gazes with the girl, contemplating something quietly... perhaps even looking for something specific in those soul-gateways of hers...

...But he didn't move or even resist her. That.... would truly be an idiot's maneuver. Pride, after all... was a sin for a reason. No need for him to die, stroking his own ego.

ONE!

TWO!

This was weird. Good fucking god, this was so weird.

It wasn’t like Makoto had never been attracted to someone before, but this was the first time in a long time she’d had that attraction returned, and damn sure the first time it had come out so obviously. None of it made sense - Raul was tall, dark, handsome, Latin. Devine was really more to the sort guys like him hunted after, pretty much never giving her a second look. And that was fine, fuck them, she didn’t care.

But this was new. This was unwelcome. This was something she didn’t have a clue on how to deal with.

And she wanted it to stop.

”3…!”

The bell rang and the match ended along with it. Makoto could see Stone and Devine exchanging confused looks, not understanding why this match had ended without any bloodshed, but she ignored them both for now. She had a message to leave with Raul.

She did her best to shake off the confusion and replace it with a hardened face, getting as much bass for her voice as she could muster without sounding stupid. [color=Green]”Next time we meet, fucker?”[color] She gave him a hard shove with the bottom of her foot. ”You’re losing teeth. One and only warning.”

Luckily, it seemed as if Makoto had her fun with him, rather... beating him through the floor of this wrestling ring and was content to pin him for the three count... He couldn't help but notice, however, the confusion and restlessness that seemed to personify the smaller girl at that moment... She seemed almost... uncomfortable, as if she didn't desire this win.... or perhaps that something inside was ailing her... Curious. Could it be that his compliments, his... flirts had activated something inside of this rampaging woman of utter destruction? Could it be that there was something in there she'd rather not let him see? Raul blinked, mildly surprised as Makoto got RIGHT in his face, deepened her voice... and tried to intimidate him with the loss of teeth. Theoretically, her method of choice wouldn't be through the more pleasurable and drawn-out torture-scene of plucking but through the bash-someone-until-their-face-caves-in method... which was faster, true, but far more... bloody. Still, Raul smiled up at her, as kindly as he pleased, even going as far as to reach up as if to cup her face... before stopping only a centimeter or two away... letting the static from his skin touch her before he himself would.

"I'm afraid... that will be... quite impossible..." Raul lamented... wincing as his wounded insides made their condition known once again... "But even... if it were so... I wouldn't mind... I would... gift my teeth to you.... if I knew... they would please you..."

Again another flirt... another compliment as if to emphasize that while she had secured physical domination, she would not take that of his will. It was subtle, each tone, breath and word crafted to give the illusion of absolute complacency... except for a little trail on the end... suggesting something much more... refined... perhaps something someone might consider attraction.