Taking out frustrations (open RP/mixed spar challenge)

Max was more pleased with the fact that he had managed to successfully continue the roll than the fact that he had managed to reverse a pin. He didn't expect it to last long though. So when Makie kicked out with her legs, Max wasn't surprised. He quickly pushed her away as he backed up and prepared to get back to his feet.

He didn't want to let Makie get enough of a break to get her more nimble moves in; so Max would quickly try and charge at the raven-haired girl with a running knee aimed at her head if she was still on her knees or her stomach if she was on her feet.

Makie was still pushing herself up to her knees when Max's came charging towards herher. Surprised, she didn't have time to dodge before Max's knee slammed into her temple, sending her crashing over onto her back with a cry of pain. She clutched her forehead, kicking weakly at the mat as she was stunned and hurting on her back. "Fffff...sonova..."

As the silver-haired wrestler's knee made contact with Makie's head, he couldn't help but limp a bit after coming to a stop at the ropes. The hard skull of Makie had managed to strike a bad spot in his knee, but as he turned around, the thought of the pain quickly entered the back of his mind.

There she lay, reeling from the knee to her head, prime picking for Max to capitalize. He would reach down with a slight gaze in his eyes as his hand aimed for her hair to bring her to her knees, aiming to flip her body around and prepare her for a piledriver.

"Unnnnnnh...." Makie felt a hand grabbing at her hair, and her scalp burned as she was suddenly pulled up shakily to her knees, her forehead still throbbing from that knee to her skull. Feeling herself pressing against Max's warm body, a thought entered the back of her mind that she was being set up for a powerful move. Groaning, she willed her body to move, wrapping her arms around Max's waist and sending a punch into his back. Given her position and how woozy she was, though, her punch was robbed of its strength, and probably wouldn't have done much to hurt Max.

Max was readying himself to drive Makie's head to the mat when he felt her arms wrap around his waist. What was she up to? Ooomph! He felt a weakened punch hit the small of his back. It was enough to make him pause in his plan to execute the pile driver.

The gaze in his eyes seemed to flash away as quickly as it had appeared. "What? Not the way you want it to end?" he said with a witty banter tone to his words. "Fine then...you asked for it..." His words were soon followed by a lean forward as the pile driver was quickly changed into a forward falling slam!

"UGH!" Makie grunted as she was sent crashing down onto her front: although not as bad as a piledriver, it still did the trick, sending her crashing down hard onto the mat, leaving her nice and stunned. Groaning, she wound up sprawling on her front, her hair a damp mess as she lay face down, panting slightly.

Max rolled off of the dark-haired Makie and sat facing her as she lay sprawled out on the mat. She seemed rather resistant against pins, and as much as it would be an easy way to keep rested even after the break being so soon ago, he knew he had to go for a more physical follow-up.

The silver-haired Max would quickly try straddling the athletic girl's back, facing towards her head as he aimed to hook his arms under hers. If all went according to plan, Max would have Makie in a camel-clutch hold, utilizing as much strength as he could exert without thinking he could possibly be snapping her head off her next.

Makie lay on the mat, blinking dizzily as she groaned from the slam that Max used on her. She had taken a lot of punishment so far in this match, far more than would have even been necessary for a simple spar. Maybe Kyo is right, she though as she gritted her teeth. I can be too stubborn for my own damn good.

She was about to try to sit up when Max's weight suddenly pressed down on her back. Before she could react, his arms slid under hers, lifting her upper body off the mat. "Hhhnhh...what the hell are you..." A second later, Max's hands cupped Makie's chin, wrenching her head back sharply. Pain shot through her neck and upper back as she was bent by the tight hold. "Nnnhaaa...AAAAAAGH!"

As Max locked in the hold, he couldn't help but feel like he was being too rough once more. Makie's slightly unsuspecting question followed by a groan and shout of pain as he locked in the hold convinced him that he was going to end this and this would be as rough as he needed to be.

"I'm trying to end this is what I'm doing.." he said as he cranked backwards briefly to apply pressure. He knew that Makie wasn't going to give up easily, but he had to try something that his size allowed nearly no escape from. His head lowered to her own to ask a question, "Do you give up?"

Makie gasped as Max cranked up the pressure, sending a jolt of pain running down her spine. "Ahhh!" She tried to squirm free, but her arms were trapped nicely. She quickly found herself moaning as Max worked her over, all of the damage she had taken earlier in the match feeling worse now that she was trapped in a submission hold. Her neck and lower back were being stretched to their limits, and all she could do was squirm uselessly as her breath shortened into rapid gasps.

Feeling a trickle of sweat run down her forehead, Makie gave a stifled cry of pain as Max leaned back further. She couldn't escape from this, she knew: Max had her too good. At the same time, however, her stubborn spirit refused to countenance the idea of giving in. Despite all the pain, she didn't want to say the words. Her head swam, her pride battling against her common sense as her back was stretched by Max. It was clear the silver-haired boy wasn't giving up any time soon.

After the hold was winched further, Makie suddenly made up her mind.

Her palm slapped furiously against the mat. "Okay, I give, I give!" she shouted, trying not to let her voice sound too pained as she signalled her submission.