Kazuya Ono vs Makie Akamatsu

Makie's eyes were screwed shut as she locked in the guillotine choke, pouring everything into squeezing the air out of Kazuya. Her face was flushed red, both from the effort, and from the sheer closeness to her male opponent-- as much as she hated to admit it, feeling his fit upper body pressed up against her, his cheek against hers, was all extremely distracting. The sooner she could knock him out, she knew, the better.

And, given the way Kazuya was making muffled gasping noises against her, this plan seemed to be working. At least, for a little bit...up until the ref tapped her on the shoulder and told her to break the hold. Turning her head to the side, Makie saw, sure enough, that Kazuya was gingerly holding on to the bottom rope.

With a barely suppressed growl of frustration, Makie unwound herself from Kazuya and walked stood up, walking away from Kazuya...but not before stomping him, hard, across the chest with her boot, wanting to keep him nice and sore even as he tried to get back up. And, of course, just because she wanted to get back at the jerk.

Kazuya assumed that, given Makie's adamantly vocal disdain for the street punk, that she'd wanna seek out the first opportunity to be separated from him ASAP, including just freaking submitting already. Not do the complete opposite by snatching on a guillotine choke and start strangling the bad boy. Kazu straining his flexed out back with scrunched facials in the initial escape attempt before settling down against her, a sweltering warmth and grinding inseparability between them with her bloomed softness mushed against his sweat slicked abdominals. Kazu huffing out a blushed exhalation and started fighting his own distracting thoughts stemming from the intimate closeness, a situation he'd be more inclined to enjoy when not under threat of looming unconsciousness. A dangerous threat he figured had finally subsided by the time he scarcely managed to snag his right hand onto the bottom ropes for dear life.

Last second ring awareness and a fair bit of luck ruining Makie's day but saving his own. Kazu breathing in lungfuls of fresh air after switching over onto his back once released...when a size seven boot stamped it's treads against his pecs. Compelling a hacked cough as Kazu huddled to the side with a small wave boos directed at Makie for the blatant cheap shot as the referee urged a separation. Except Kazuya himself would arise with a fresh shot of adrenaline. The virile youth, panting in exhaustion after being battered, kicked, and almost choked out...would stride straight towards Makie and bring their foreheads together. "I knew you were gonna hit like a girl. Just didn't expect you to fight like a bitch too. C'mon, you wanna hit me?!! Than you do it right here!!!" Kazu barked out like a mad-dog while emphatically pointing at his jawline, inviting a forearm strike that if accepted would swivel his head to the side with a stunned groan...and be reciprocated by one of his own!!!

Makie's chest was rising and falling as she breathed intensely, her faced flushed red from the sheer kinetic violence of this match, from the simmering anger she felt towards her opponent and...admittedly...also from the brief close contact as she had tried to choke the life out of him. She stepped back, at the referee's instructions, allowing the jerk time to get back up. No doubt, she thought, he would be groggy and barely coherent after nearly being choked out and stomped like that.

Instead, to her surprise, the scraggy blonde stormed up to his feet and walked up towards her, practically shoving his forehead into hers and screaming insults at her, along with an invitation to sock him right in the jaw. Makie felt her blood boil at this verbal assault, and she clenched a fist. "FINE, you asked for it!!!" she snapped back, before delivering a forearm strike with all the force she could muster right into Kazuya's jaw...

...and felt Kazuya's own forearm slam into her own jaw at exactly the same time. "AUUUFFF!" Her head snapped back, sweat spraying outwards, and she staggered dizzily, stunned at Kazuya's simultaneous strike. For a moment, she was blinking furiously as her vision blurred.

And then, with a wordless yell of anger, she threw herself at her opponent again, trying to clock him with another forearm strike!

Makie's last-minute trample against Kazu's pectorals practically serving as a shot of sheer adrenaline that temporarily masked the wearied exhaustion and battering fatigue the spiteful matchup had placed upon him. Whether it was an unofficial "welcome" to AFW from a cantankerous veteran or Makie just making her disdain for Kazuya emphatically and abundantly clear, the hot-headed striker made it known himself just what he thought of it with virulent words spat right into her face. The rebellious youth practically breathing steam through his nostrils after inviting Makie to fight like a man in spite of the obvious fallacy with that demand. Nevertheless, his adversary stepped up to the plate with a side-winding clock to his jaw that left him rattled and dazed...

...before he replied in kind. One that he put extra pepper into that on replay and in slow motion would show the sweat splattering off Makie's head, and what he assumed would have been enough to settle this crimson nuisance down before she'd thwack him right back. "NGH!!!" Kazuya grimacing while pivoting to the side hunched over somewhat with a hand checking his mouth for blood, before seeing red anyway and clasping one hand behind Makie's scruffy-haired head to rain a down a deluge of forearm strikes. One that if she had partaken in herself would spark applauding adulation in the audience from the competitive clash between fighting spirits on display. Seconds passing until Kazuya ended up being the one ushered back to the ropes with his own strikes faltering.

Makie was visibly staggering now, dazed by Kazuya's repeated blows to her head and from the lengthy toll this match had been taking on her. She was nothing, however, if not persistent, stubborn, and (literally and figuratively), hard headed, and inch by painful inch, she forced Kazuya back into the ropes, taking the hits from him and dealing out even worse. She was no boxer, but right now, she was angry enough that her forearm strikes seemed to be doing more work for her than she expected.

With Kazuya now literally on the ropes, Makie took a step back, breathing hard after that brutal exchange. She did not want to give Kazuya the chance to recover, or the satisfaction of turning things around again, and so she burst into a run, rebounding off the opposite ropes before charging right at Kazuya again: with a wordless yell, she leapt forwards, aiming to drive both of her boots hard into Kazuya's face with a brutal dropkick while he was trapped against the ropes! At this point in the match, neither wrestler was giving or taking any quarter, and Makie knew full well at this point how important it was for her to keep her skilled foe on the defensive.

Throughout his tenure as a club bouncer, Kazuya has taken part in enough backalley brawls and savage throwdowns to know firsthand that it wasn't the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog. And fuck him if Makie wasn't proving that point herself by stepping up to the plate and swinging for the fences right alongside him. An outright slugfest taking place with neither one offering the other an inch in the beginning and perhaps showcasing their mutually cantankerous and thick-skulled similarities, until the street tough started to become noticeably overwhelmed on wavering legs by Makie's fire-blooded onslaught until he was ultimately situated against the ropes behind him.

"...Tch...Fucking hell..." Kazuya babbled out while slacked against the ropes and emphatically blinking his eyes to straighten out his warbled vision, but could nevertheless notice how Makie could be mistaken for a veritable fox when she had that emblazoned inferno in her eyes. Even when she was in mid-strike. Just a shame it manifested when she wanted to pummel him into a senseless stupor. The club bouncer drunkenly trudging onward with no discernible plan of action in his delirious daze outside from merely chasing after Makie, who'd wind up smashing her boots into her adversary's scrunched facials in a pinpoint dropkick that leveled him back down to the canvas. Splayed out with panting groans.

Thwack!

That was the sound Makie's boots made as they collided violently with Kazuya's skull. Makie saw the guy's eyes glaze over slightly after he took the kick, and then gravity kicked in and he toppled forwards, crashing to the mat like a felled tree. Around them, the crowd was barely able to contain their excitement, and Makie could barely blame them: she and Kazuya had practically been at war with one another they moment they had entered the ring, neither of them asking for or giving any quarter, and now the tension of this battle had reached a fever pitch.

Slumping against the ropes, Makie took several seconds to catch her breath. She was hurting and sore from the sheer amount of pummeling she had taken in this match, and wasn't sure how much more she could withstand. She would have to end this bout quickly, she knew, before Kazuya could recover. Taking a deep breath, Makie grabbed onto Kazuya's booted heel and tried to drag him closer to the center of the ring. Once she did that, then she would start to climb the corner post, willing her hurting body to move as she climbed.

Once she climbed to the top rope, she would flash a V-sign to her fans, and with a scream of "LETS GOOO!," she would launch herself off the turnbuckle, elegantly flipping through the air down towards her prone male opponent as she tried to nail him with her signature moonsault!

Kazuya was man enough to admit when he might just be in over his head, and he came to that conclusion appropriately enough right after having that same head wailed into relentlessly by the enraged veteran with a massive dropkick tacked on for flavor. The Bad Boy offered little other options outside of taking in the roof-lights above after getting his roguish face ferociously smashed in like he owed Makie money or somehtin'. Spread-eagled with a slight upheaval to his pecs whenever breathing, Kazuya figured that the reason Makie wasn't sprawled out beside him in exhaustion as well was merely the difference between championship level athleticism and a virile but untested youth who doesn't have anywhere near the wrestling pedigree Makie could claim to have.

Kazuya awakening from his dazed stupor to a warbled disorientation as he felt himself being dragged like a sack of spikey-haired potatoes towards the middle of the ring, an uptick to his head and shuffling up of one knee as he overheard a rallying cry off in the distance. "...*Tch*...Fuck my life..." Sensing danger on the horizon but incapable of knowing where it'd be coming from, Kazuya would peek through his scrunched eyes in time to witness Makie breadbasket before it came splashing down upon his own. "HOOOPH!!!" Kazuya swiveling himself over onto his side with arms covering his caved in midsection, struggling to breathe properly with a raucous audience clamoring for what was apparently going to become another notch in Makie's win column.

The ring crashes...shook...thundered as Makie came slamming down on Kazuya like a meteor from the heavens. The crowd went wild from the direct hit, bursting into applause as Makie started to bring her signature aerials to bear on her tough Male opponent. Breathing hard, Makie noted the state of her opponent, saw the way he was huffing hard for breath and curled up on his side.

Obviously, she had to do it again.

Shoving Kazuya onto his back again, Makie raced over to the corner post again, and began to climb. As the crowd clapped in unison, she ascended to the top rope, and sprang off again, launching herself backwards in another springboard moonsault, aiming to batter Kazuya a second time for the win!

Kazuya vaguely wondered why Makie wasn't attempting a pinfall victory already considering he'd effectively been pancaked into the canvas with an explosive splashdown that sounded like there could have been a mushroom cloud inside the ring. He couldn't ascertain much of anything that was going on around him since he was sorta preoccupied with gasping for air at the minute. Although he did notice himself being shuffled over onto his back and thunderous ovation echoing all around him, unknowingly being primed for yet another moonsault that sucked to take just as much as the first. "OFFAH!!!" Kazuya gagged with chortled coughs as his slender frame practically bounced several inches off the canvas, once again tucking himself over onto his front side but now abjectly flaccid and lifeless as he grimaced against the canvas. At the very least ascertaining that Makie was most likely continuing this aerial torment of hers because she was probably just a spiteful and vengeful little troll who was getting off on this.