Kazuya Ono vs Makie Akamatsu

Makie felt Kazuya's heaving abs underneath her now as she lay across his back, a cautious yet enthusiastic smile on her face as she hooked Kazuya for a pinfall. She had thrown literally all of herself into this vicious counter attack, smashing the entirety of her frame against her opponent's in an effort to stun him. And it had worked beautifully; the Prize Fighter was now down for the count, and Makie had him all nicely hooked for a--

No. At the last second, Kazuya bucked underneath her. throwing her off. Rolling onto her hands and knees, Makie slapped the mat in frustration. That spiky haired jerk was stubborn as well as a jerk, she thought to herself. To win, she might have to go to further lengths, maybe wear him down even further.

With that thought in mind, she scooted over towards the downed Kazuya and grabbed for one of his arms. Unless interuppted, she would snap her legs around it while grabbing at his wrist, before leaning back, locking her boots over his collarbone as she tried to trap him in a tight armbar submission lock! "Come on, give up before I break your arm, asshole!" she would shout, even arching her lithe body off the mat to add to the pressure as she torqued away at Kazuya's trapped arm...

Time spent throwing hands and exchanging fisticuffs as bouncer for a living outside certain cultural establishments meant that Kazuya could take some pretty heinous strikes and still come back up asking for seconds. Not that it was a particular skill he preferred relying upon since there was never any concrete guarantee he'd collect himself in time to not be declared kayoed, but he certainly didn't expect to be grateful for this fighter's endurance during today's scuffle as he scarcely managed to undo the pin attempt. Turns out that the sisterly shrimpboat could serve up strikes that could knockout other delinquent friends of his no problem, and he had the metallic taste of blood in his mouth to prove it. Not to mention having the wind blasted out of his sails after her somersault press.

The street punk irritated from Makie making a show of splashing down onto him like that, but he'd have far bigger issues on his mind once he noticed his arm being wrangled to the side and snugly affixed between Makie's thighs. "HNGH!!!" Kazuya grimacing with aggravated groans from the application of the armbar that was already hyper-extending his arm rigidly straight and even angled upward from Makie bucking her lower half off the canvas. A situation he'd capitalize on. The street tough writhing for a few seconds until politely responding to Makie's proposal via flipping her the middle finger with the captured arm...and shifting himself in her direction, purposefully laying her shoulders against the canvas for a pin attempt she'd need to relinquish the submission in order to stop!!!

Kazuya might have been a jerk, Makie had to be concede, but he was also a good fighter. A brutal, vicious fighter, who knew precisely how to use those fists of his. That alone was making him a tough opponent, but Makie understood the value of versatility, of being able to use more than just constant strikes. And given how much Kazuya had been relying on those strikes, Makie felt it was more than fair to repay him by hyperextending his arm and maybe, just maybe, rendering that damn arm useless in the process.

Keeping her arms locked around the trapped limb, Makie would arch her body up, torquing the hold further and further as she tried to wring a submission out of her opponent. The crowd was going wild now as she demanded Kazuya's surrender; perhaps unsurprisingly, he responded with a single-digit gesture. Makie was about to repay his rude reply by torquing the hold even further, when suddenly he flipped his body over: even with his arm still trapped, he managed to get just enough leverage so that his chest was suddenly across hers, his pained eyes staring into her as he covered her, rolling her lower body up in the process

Hearing the one count, Makie cursed and kicked out, trying to throw Kazuya off of her in the process and having no choice but to release the hold. If she managed that, then with a huff, she would run across the ring to the ropes and bounce off; as Kazuya was picking himself up, Makie would roll forwards and try to latch her legs around his head, hoping to flip him hard to the mat in a hurricanrana!

Kazuya was indeed a student of the game and knew absolutely well what Makie was strategizing by specifically targeting his right arm, the same one he'd already demonstrated to be his dominant one with those destructive swings of his. Even if he did manage to weasel his way out of submitting to the arm breaker it would still accomplish its secondary task of hobbling one of his main offensive tactics. Although he didn't know if he'd consider slugging people in the mouth as a particularly complex fighting technique. The Bad Boy nevertheless escaping the excruciating submission as only a defiant delinquent like him could, making good on his one fingered salute to Makie via screwing over all of her hard work, determination, and careful planning with a virulent glare directed straight at her all throughout his pin attempting reversal.

"NGH!!!" Once freed from the hyperextending armbreaker Kazuya separated himself from the rabid hurricane with several frantic rotations on the canvas, shuffling to his knees and cradling his arm in seething discomfort. Kazu clenching his fist repeatedly as he tried to reestablish feeling in his tortured appendage, but standing upright knowing that Makie wasn't about to start showing mercy after smelling blood in the water. He caught sight of Makie sprinting right at him before seating herself on his shoulders, except at the end of her swirling motion Kazu would stamp his feet in further defiance and stay vertical. Kazu muscling Makie back up on his shoulders where aside from noticing his grimacing facials muffled against her crotched warmth, she may notice herself hefted aimlessly into the air for his double knee backbreaker maneuver, Rule Breaker.

Makie was annoyed. She could tell that she had come close to bringing Kazuya to a submission, and would have loved nothing more than to hear that jerk signal his surrender to her. But it was not to be: he might have been a jerk, but it seemed that Kazuya was also stubborn and determined, and had just narrowly managed to turn things around with a pinfall. For a brief moment, Makie had gasped, at the sudden turnaround, and Kazuya's abs pressing down against her chest...and had then broken the pinfall just as quickly. And now she was going to make sure she stayed down, by using her shapely legs to introduce him face-first into the canvas.

That, at least, had been the intention: as Makie arched back, however, gravity suddenly did not kick in, and she realized that Kazuya had managed to brace himself in time, narrowly preventing her from executing the hurricanrana! Hanging just over the canvas, Makie cursed, going red faced from the position and from the fact that Kazuya's face was now wedged between her legs...before there was a rush of vertigo, and a second later both of Kazuya's knees smacked up hard into her exposed back!

"AAAAAAGH!" she screamed, instantly releasing Kazuya as she flopped to the mat. Pain was shooting through her spine, and she clutched her back with one hand, arching on her side as she was left briefly immobilized by the pain.

Luckily for Kazuya adrenaline tends to strike for him right when he needs it the most, and potentially having his skull spiked into the canvas seemed like the perfect opportunity for a surge of rebellious vigor and strength to save his hide. Kazu sharing his own shade of crimson on his facials considering what he found himself getting a muffled faceful between Makie's legs of before demonstrating his chiropractic skills by realigning Makie's spine in one dynamic plummet. Sympathy abounding for the sisterly Akamatsu sibling if the audience's startled reactions were to be believed, Kazuya himself shuffling over onto one knee as he took a quick powder to catch his breath. Well-earned he figured since he scarcely managed to escape two back to back instances of potentially losing the match-up altogether.

*...Tch...Geez this ladies such a freaking pain...* Kazuya scowling while clenching his fist repeatedly as he started regaining complete feeling in his extremity after Makie's muscle straining armbar really did a savage number on it. Then hefting himself off of his knee and approaching his spine tortured adversary, those scruffy locks of hers used as the fulcrum to yank her back to her feet and into an abrasive clench within Kazu's flexing arms. "One of these days you'll say what exactly your problem is with me. Until than whaddya say we go for a dance, Hot Stuff..." Kazuya maliciously uttered against the side of Makie's neck with those aforementioned awesome tits of hers swelled against his pecs, moreso once Kazu uplifts and squashes Makie to the canvas with a spine buster and full bodied pin attempt afterward.

"1!"

Makie went rolling onto her side, curling up on the mat as one hand reached back to clutch the spot on her back that had been so rudely introduced to Kazuya's knees. Her chest rose and fell as she panted for breath, one eye closed as she did her best to shut out the pain. Every time she thought she was taking control in this match, Kazuya had managed to find a way to nail her with a devastating, and painful, counter. Damn it all, but this guy was really, really annoying in addition to being a jerk. The fact that he was actually a decent wrestler made it that much worse.

And then, out of nowhere, her scalp burned as Kazuya grabbed two handfuls of her hair. She cried out as she was yanked upright, and quickly found her head being squeezed as Kazuya locked in a close clench, seemingly embracing her closely as her body was suddenly pressed up against his. She gasped in pain, a gasp in part due to the close proximity to her handsome foe, feeling his warm breath against the side of her neck....

WHAM!

And then a second later, Makie was planted spine-first into the mat. White pain exploded in her vision, and a second later, she was flat on her back, with Kazuya lying flay against her in a rather suggestive pin. Despite herself and despite the pain, Makie felt her face redden at the feeling of Kazuya's pecs pressing down against her chest like that.

"2..."

With a wordless cry, Makie arched her body, her chest rising up against Kazuya before she twisted her body sharply, desperately trying to get a shoulder up before the three count!

Considering Kazuya's perilous profession as a bouncer, the wild-haired fighter was distinctly unaccustomed to withholding any of his explosive strength against any drunken jackass froggy enough to jump. Kazu could attest to having cleaned the clocks of all types of schmucks, although spiteful firebrands rockin' skintight spandex would absolutely count as a first in his book. And perhaps none of his other brawls ever gave him this much of a freaking challenge, either. Not a shred of doubt was remaining as to whether he was ever taking it easy on the veteran grappler, who'd be hefted into a clench that probably brought them closer than they'd prefer given the hostilities. Kazuya grateful to finally have the rambunctious hurricane in his flexed arms where he can get to work on his offense...

...namely cratering Makie in the middle of the ring, the fatigued fighter covering every inch of the splashed Akamatsu sister who usurp the three count. Audience members offering adulation for the high-octane wrestling exhibition. Kazu's sweat-swathed physique sunken against the smushed bloom of her softness accompanied with their heaving breathes against the other's necks, all painting an explicit portrait of them having seemingly rocked eachother's world. Kazuya awakening first, taking the time to admire the beautiful view of the blushing lionheart beneath him...but knowing full well she'd be waking up soon herself and shatter the alluring imagery altogether. Afterward locking in his front mounted Hunter's Prey, a stifling sleeperhold with flexed muscles cinching it on."Tch...don't suppose you wanna tap out before I break somethin, eh?!"

And with that, the count ended: Makie, despite everything, was still in this match, still fighting despite the absolute beating Kazuya was putting her through. As much as she hated this jerk, she couldn't deny that he was putting his money where his mouth was, and giving him one of the hardest intergender bouts of her career. At the moment, though, all she could do was catch her breath after having narrowly denied that pin attempt.

Kazuya, however, was not giving her the time with which to recover; before Makie could react, Kazuya's whole body was pressing down against her again, pressing her flat against the mat. She could only give a surprised yelp before one of her wrists was grabbed. At the same time, Kazuya's arms were crisscrossing over the back and front of her throat, cinching it tightly, even as her trapped wrist was folded back painfully. She gave a muffled cry of pain-- an escape, as her air supply was quickly cut off by the expertly applied frontal sleeper.

In an instant, the ref was down next to them, checking to see if Makie's shoulders were on the mat, and, more importantly, checking to see if she was passing out. Makie's eyes screwed shut as found it impossible to breathe, pressed down against the mat under Kazuya, his shoulder under her chin, his pecs pressing down firmly against her breasts...her face reddened involuntarily. Damn it all, this would have been hot if it weren't for the fact that (1) it was Kazuya doing it, and (2) she was being choked into unconsciousness.

But she did have one arm still free, however.

With a ragged gasp, she began to try to throw punch after punch into the side of Kazuya's head, or into his abdomen...whichever target was easier to reach. And she would keep punching, racing against time before Kazuya's iron grip caused her to pass out. If Kazuya's grip loosened, though, then she would waist no time in arching her body, trying to roll the two of them over and trying to pry Kazuya's arms off of her.

And if she did that, then she would breathlessly respond in kind, wrapping her arms around Kazuya's throat and pressing her whole body into him for a guillotine choke of her own...

In spite of the pairing sharing volcanic temperaments and not exactly taking too much of a shine to eachother ever since they spoke word one at the match's inception, Kazuya had to give the spiky-haired devil her due. Makie was proving herself to be one helluva tough old broad. He figured for sure she'd stay down and take the defeat if not because she was incapable of breaking the pin, then because she'd rather not continue being on the receiving end of what had become an intense as all hell matchup. One that the audience was appreciating at the very least as Kazuya would have been perfectly content with Makie just being another pushover, but he figured this was just the caliber of athlete he'd be contending with considering Makie's veteran status in the federation. Except that well-earned respect only meant Kazuya wasn't about to start taking it easy on the sister sibling now that he was acutely aware of who he was dealing with now. The Bad Boy not wasting any time in cinching in that front mounted sleeperhold with zero remorse and torqued intensity after his failed pin attempt. At least Makie seemed to have her breath taken away by it.

"Nah, didn't think so..." Kazuya exclaimed after only getting a rasped breath for a response, one he expected given how securely he had Makie locked down. Disabling one of her arms with a constriction on her windpipe thanks to his shoulder muscle as he started wearing her down in the chokehold, the space between them vanishing in favor of grinding midsections and Makie's squished softness against his tightened pectorals. Kazuya wouldn't have minded being in this position once again with a lady who didn't want to crack him over the head with a blunt instrument, but nevertheless continued onward and arched his back into the submission until one rocketing right hook turned into several. Kazuya jerking and grunting with each connection until the ones to his noggin rattled him enough to relent and get swiveled around into a goddamn guillotine choke. "Hrgh...Motherfuck..." Hacked out as his facials started becoming redder as well, Kazuya languished for several seconds before swiveling them around once again so he can get a hand on the ring rope. The referee initiating a rope break, and one they could both probably use right now.