Kazuya Ono vs Makie Akamatsu

One fall
Victory by pin, submission, or KO

The crowd was buzzing with excitement tonight as the stands were cleared for yet another Tension match. Rumour had it that one of the well known faces in Tension would be facing a relative newcomer. Though there was plenty of rumour as to who this established face would be, that mystery didn't last long as the first of them stepped into the ring.

Spoiler:

"Lotus" by Dir en Grey began to play in the background, and the fans cheered as Makie Akamatsu suddenly burst into the arena. The younger of the Akamatsu Siblings acted her usual, energetic self, clapping her hands and appreciatively cheering her fans back as she skipped her way down the ramp. Hi-fiving a few fans as she walked past, Makie quickly burst into a run, athletically backlipping up onto the ropes and, just to show off, doing a leg split across the corner, continuing to clap back at her fans all the while.

Makie had been itching to get back out into the ring with some singles matches. True, she liked tagging with her brother Kyo, and as members of the Crimson Legacy they had a tag title to uphold...but even so, Makie also wanted to make a name on her own, to climb the Tension ranks, and she hadn't had a good singles match. After her last, wild match against GASTER, Makie was eager to climb the ranks a little more. Who knew, maybe she would be a contender for a Tension or Friction title of her own at some point....

Of course, first she would have to defeat whoever the hell management was sending against her. Dropping down from the ropes, Makie stepped toward the center of the arena, waiting for her opponent to show up...

Somewhere amidst the hustling beehive of perpetual activity backstage, the sparked embers of a lone cigarette would flicker from the deep inhalation taken by the individual of equally blazing temperament. Savoring the tobacco hued waft within his lungs before breathed out the side of his mouth where a gray haze wafted upward into the air next to the clearly identifiable No Smoking sign. Kazuya leisurely laying his back against the wall with his hands in his pickets as backstage personnel and other wrestling talent continued milling about in a pre-match ritual that anyone whose torn muscles of fractured bones within this grueling business could relate to. Probably why no was hassling him about disregarding the rules thought up by some pencil-necked suit, or maybe no-one was in the mood to pick a fight with someone who looked like he was itching for a fight regardless of where it was going down.

Kazuya Ono:

Overhearing his theme starting to be played finally compelled the Prize Fighter to flick his cigarette against the tiled flooring, stomped out on his striding approach towards the gorilla's position and through the blackened curtains. Kazuya exuding thuggish indifference as the aggressive lyrics of his hip-hop theme echoed throughout the stadium, refraining from taking notice of his adversary even after he stepped into the ring through the ropes. The somber youth instead marching towards his corner of the ring and folding his arms over the top turnbuckle, offering the referee and affirmative nod when asked if he was ready. After asking the same of Makie, the official would signal the ringing of the bell and rejuvenate Kazuya's interest in Makie as he spun himself around started making a beeline straight towards her. Crimson eyes showcasing little remorse and less sympathy as he raised his arms in a grappling stance. "Heard you're good. Best take this serious, s'all I'm gonna say..."

Makie waited with apprehension for her opponent, curious as to who he or she would be. After a few seconds, though, another theme started to play. She blinked. Wait a second...was her opponent using Eminem for their opening theme? Even as she came to this realization, her opponent came striding out onto the ramp. Well, no, 'striding' was the wrong word: the man who arrived came storming down the ramp, showing absolute and utter indifference to the crowd as he made his way to the ring as quickly as possible.

As her opponent rolled into the ring, she finally was able to get a good look at him: he was tall and wiry, with a fit, lean body clad in a pair of baggy black pants, with matching boots and pads. His dirty blonde hair was shaggy and unkempt, but it was his expression that struck Makie the most: he looked at her with complete and utter indifference, as though this match were just a formality. This fact alone made her feel all the more angry.

As the bell rang, Kazuya-- for that was who the name the announcer had spoken-- began to circle her, quipping about how he had heard she was good, and stating she should take this match seriously. "If you want me to take you seriously," Makie said as she circled him, "then try doing something more impressive than looking sullen." And with that, Makie would spring forward, arms raised in a grapple. It was a feint, however: at the last second, she would duck low, hoping to zip past Kazuya, spin around and nail him with an enziguri kick!

Kazuya didn't know what to tell people who actually didn't believe Eminem was one of the all-time best rappers of this generation, except for maybe incessant swearing and an insistence at how much of a dumbass they were. Luckily though tonight's match wasn't going to be decided on anyone's taste in music, but on straight up old-fashioned fisticuffs. Another area of expertise Kazuya considered him an unabashed professional at, although obviously he was upping his game and not showing any slack in his fighting form tonight given he was throwing down with one of the AFW OG's. The Akamatsu Siblings were practically synonymous with the Tension league and the wrestling federation as a whole. Still, knowing all of that and their extensive history. You'd think by now they would have changed up their ring attire or sumthin. Shit's fucking wack, man. Seriously.

Not that it would have particularly mattered to Makie, but Kazuya's seemingly apathetic indifference wasn't so much a showcasing of blatant disrespect towards his adversary...and more like his average, everyday attitude towards life in general. A fact she may come to realize as the match transpired, with Kazuya's stoic concentration honed in on Makie as she apparently motioned for a lock-up after their little song and dance. One that he began accepting until the little minx dashed behind him and tried to knock his block off with an enzuigiri. Kazuya gnashing his teeth and showcasing some agility of his own by side-stepping out of the way and pouncing on Makie from behind. Toned arms hugging her waist and his scruffy-haired head slotted underneath armpit and nudged against her sideboob for an attempted high-angle Saito Suplex off the tips of his toes.

If Makie had known what Kazuya had thought of her, she might have been flattered. Hell, she might even have dialed the trash talk down a little. As it was, his indifferent attitude told her all she needed to know about him: that he was another disrespectful jerk who needed to have a lesson taught to him. Most of her opponents who fell into that latter category rarely got much further in the way of a warning.

And this was why Makie went straight for the kill, so to speak, faking a lockup before suddenly spinning right underneath Kazuya's guard. Grinning, she rotated her entire body around for a swift enziguri kick....

...only for her boot to whistle through empty air. "The fuck--?!!" was all Makie could gasp as she suddenly found herself fighting to retain her balance. The one thing that kept her from falling, ironically enough, was Kazuya's toned arms suddenly wrapping around her waist. Then his head was under her armpit (his face uncomfortably close to her chest) and then she was falling backwards.

Two things went though her head as she toppled backwards. The first was the Kazuya was way faster then he looked. The second was that this was going to hurt.

And then she was slammed down hard in a suplex. The crowd collectively gasped in disbelief as Makie rebounded off the mat, arching briefly before rolling, her teeth gritted in pain and irritation...

You'd have an easier time beating Kazuya in a bare knuckled brawl than teaching him lessons in manners and etiquette, even when it came around to offering his veteran adversaries their due respect from the youngbloods. Inwardly he'd acknowledge a combatant's strength's and history in the ring with a keen-eyed appraisal for the obvious benefit of better prepping himself for their fight. Hell he might go as far as to acknowledge their game, but fawning over them right to their face? Pshhh, nah. Fuck that shit. You'll never ascend to their level yourself if you keep putting them on pedestals. And withholding information makes it harder for your adversary to read you and ups the chance of them underestimating you. Proven thusly with Makie getting dunked on harder than if she were playing one on one with Lebron.

Kazuya performing a nimble kip up back up to his feet in another startling exhibition of his athleticism, waltzing over towards the languishing Makie while cracking his neck to the side. Stopping besides her and crouching down while balancing on the tips of his boots with a thuggish scowl on his face. "OI...You awake down there? How was that, huh? Impressive enough for you?" Kazuya sarcastically asked and adding to his mocking commentary by poking his index finger against her scruffy hair and her soft cheek as if checking to see if she were still conscious. Assuming she was, Kazu would heft the sister Akamatsu up by her hair and drape her arms over the top ropes behind her. Bringing them face to scowling face but not for much longer as Kazu would rear back and attempt to blast his bicep against the bottom of her chin in a European Uppercut.

Makie's face was twisted in a pained grimace as she rolled away from Kazuya. Partly, it was the lingering pain of having been dropped on her back like that. And partly, it was from the humiliation of having just eaten a suplex this early in the match. She willed herself to move, rolling over onto her front, then her back, trying to get back to her feet...

Above her, she felt Kazuya's boots prodding against her, before his finger poked down at her cheek as he mocked her. "F-fuck off!" she hissed, furious at this guy's attitude. She would have grabbed for his arm at that point, and yanked him down, either to latch on a scissor or just deliver a knee to his skull...but he was already yanking her up and draping her arms over the ropes.

She gritted her teeth...and may a play at weakness, visibly sagging under the ropes and seemingly trying, and failing, to pull her arms free. The moment Kazuya came at her for a strike, she would suddenly free herself and spring past him, aiming to come around behind him, wrap her arms around his midsection and give him a taste of his own medicine with a suplex of her own!

Kazuya is no stranger to throwing salt in someone's wounds, especially if it's because they were making rookie mistakes like underestimating the punk fighter merely because he wasn't an established name in the federation yet. Kazuya would be willing to bet good money that there was once a time where Makie here was the lionhearted newbie scoring early advantages on overconfident veterans. Sheet, the Akamatsu sister should be thanking Kazuya that he didn't immediately go to town stomping a mudhole in her breadbasket right now instead of just talking smack down to her and tossing those earlier condescending words right back at her.

Although he may have been prodding at her grimacing facials, the brash brawler may as well have been poking an ornery bear apparently. Kazu aiming to serve Makie a walloping knuckle sandwich after situating her against the ropes. Except that the sister was playing possum all this time and swiftly sprinted out of her predicament in a fashion similar to how she dashed behind Kazuya at the beginning of the match. "Little-!!!" Kazuya blurted out in the millisecond before getting his waist snatched down on. No sidestepping counter saving him this time as the punk fighter was suplexed ass over teakettle, snarling out a rattled groan but rolling backwards until seated and caressing the back of his head with a grimace.

There were few things in life more satisfying, Makie noted, than giving a jerk some well-deserved comeuppance in the ring. That went double if that aforementioned jerk had just been talking trash only a few minutes earlier. Kazuya's faint look of surprise as Makie dodged him made her day...that was, just before she wrapped her arms around his waist and took him to suplex city.

Arching back up to her feet, Makie saw that the resulting suplex had sent Kazuya rolling, head over heels, and ending up in an awkward sitting position, rubbing the back of his head. Well...Makie figured it was only fair that she now give him the front of his head to worry about.

Bursting into a run towards the ropes, Makie rebounded off of them, not wanting to give Kazuya time to recover before she launched herself forwards, trying to drive a knee into Kazuya's face while he was still sitting upright!

Stands to reason that anyone who's practically grown up on the streets and whose job previous to this was as a bouncer would know how to take their lickings like a man. The only issue was that ninety nine percent of a time it was another dude roughing him up, not a scrappy haired shorty whose apparently got more fight in her than a rabid pit bull. Kazuya world was still slightly off kilter as he recouped from the seamless suplex that planted ihm on the back of his head.

"...bitch." Kazuya bitterly snarled out what he was attempting to say from earlier, rattled but willing to continue were it not for Makie stamping her knee against the street punk's facials as she capitalized further upon his weakened stature. Once again sent barreling backward until finally the adjacent ring ropes caught him from behind. Kazuya snatching onto the middle rope before opting to further distance himself from the enraged pitbull by sliding underneath the bottom rope. Ears ringing and holding his nose as he balanced himself on his feet albeit in a wavering stance.