NHB Challenge (Complete)

While he was pulled up by the hands of Makie, he was able to slam his hard fists to her side and rib cages pounding away to back her off away from him, breathing a bit to inhaled some air and building up his strength, he wanted to try something on her to see if he could do it or not. "Damn, your body feels good for my fists!"

Trying to grab onto her wrist to whip her to the ropes and hoping she comes running back at him and if she does, he'll try to run towards her but as close he can, he'll side down to drop down onto his knee using his right fist to right hook her in the stomach for one hard blow. "Hurgh!"

Makie was still clutching her sides when Orin got back up to her feet. Breathing through clenched teeth, she tried to retaliate with a hard punch of her own at him, but Orin was quicker, snatching at her wrist. Gasping, Makie couldn't pull away in time before she was whipped towards the ropes.

Spinning, Makie bounced off the ropes back towards Orin, bracing herself for a clothesline....but was instead nailed hard by his fist ploughing into her slender midsection. "AUUGH!" she gasped, the blow sending her collapsing to her knees as she clutched her midsection.

Orin back was hurting after taking multiple blows to his back from Makie double axe fists, stomps and kicks but eventually he punches her away from him and giving him some time and recovery before pulling her by the wrist, whipping the hot girl to the ropes, as she come running back towards him, he runs back to her to drop down to the side just to hit her stomach hard with his tough fist. "HA! Thought I was going for that stupid clothesline?!"

He's not really a wrestler but more of street fighting type mostly using his fists as his main, he'll prove to everyone his fighting style will beat any wrestlers in this league. But then again, some 'wrestling' holds can be proven useful that can go well with his fist, he'll give it a shot on her Makie for sure. Slowly getting up to his feet rubbing his sore back from her attacks earlier ago, moving behind her while shes down to her knees clutching her poor stomach, trying to pull her head back to tuck it under his arm into a.... *What is it... Dragon Sleeper I think?* he thought of the name of this move while hopefully applying it onto her, and if its successful he'll follow up using his free hand to ball up tightly, pounding his fist to her sore stomach to knock the wind out of her and making her belly red. "Hooo! Hurrrrgh!"

"Haahhh...huhhh..." Makie was breathing heavily after taking that punch to the stomach. Taking a deep gulp of air, she was about to get back to her feet, knowing that she couldn't afford to let Orin turn things around. Unfortunately, her tattooed opponent was already on his feet and circling around behind her, and Makie could only give a muffled cry as his arm snaked around her head.

"HMMMPH!" She clutched at his arm as her body was wrenched backwards, arcing painfully as Orin executed his dragon sleeper and giving the crowd a nice view of her curvy form. She twisted and writhed in Orin's grip, but he had her locked in tight. She was left open and vulnerable as he send a fist thudding into her midsection.

Grunting loudly, Makie remembered her training, and decided to use their positioning to her advantage. Springing her heels back against the mat, she lifted both her legs up, kicking them upwards to, hopefully, ram body knees into Orin's face.

Orin slowly getting the advantage over Makie, her body sure definitely look nice would make his fists very happy for sure. Soon he gets behind her while shes suffered from the punch to the stomach, pulls her head back under his arm and applying the Dragon Sleeper where he could follow up with more punches to her bare sexy stomach.

He pounded her stomach with his hard fists making her grunting in pain, he grins and laugh of how much it felt so good doing this to the poor Makie. "HA! Your stomach will soon tenderized!..... GAH!" He was so distracted from punching her stomach, that her feet were able to slip out and spring backward to ram her knees right into his face. Releasing the hold and dropping down onto his back, clutching his face in agony, hurts like hell just as much as getting punched really, complaining from the pain, rolling side by side until he gets up on all fours still clutching his face. "Damn girl!.... ughh...."

Her counter worked like a charm, as Makie felt her knees crunch solidly into Orin's face and heard him cry out in pain. A second later, she was released, and tumbled down onto her side. She breathed heavily, clutching her midsection after the tenderizing it had recieved at Orin's hands. This guy was more brutal than she had expected, she thought to herself. She'd have to take things up a notch.

Slowly but surely, she staggered up to her feet, clutching her midsection as she did so. Seeing that Orin was finally getting up to his own arms and knees, Makie ran forwards, aiming to daze him a bit more with a quick drop kick to Orin's side. "Take THIS!"

His face was crushed by her knees countering out at him to escape from his Dragon Sleeper with his deadly fist pounding to tender her stomach as soft as he could, but now on the mat rolling around with his face covered taking a hard hit, he soon rolls to the side and up on all fours, still holding his face of how painful it felt, and he couldnt see whats going on until it was too late as Makie went and hit him somehow and felt both of her feet hitting his side, a dropkick?! "AUGH!"

He was clearly unable to avoid getting hit by her as he rolled from the direction of her dropkick, he makes his way near the ropes and grunting from the pain, covering his side but only for a moment until he pulls himself up by the ropes rubbing his face still, thankfully he isnt bleeding or else he'll get mad. Panting from the pain and trying to shake the cobweb from his head and try to get his focus back as soon as he can. "Damn you girl... ugh...."

Makie sprang back up to her feet after her drop kick connected, sending Orin sprawling away from her. "YEAH!" she shouted, raising a fist to the crowd to get them excited and cheering. The crowd responded with a chorus of cheers, a sound which made Makie smile. It felt good to be holding her own in a Tension match this time around, instead of being completely at the mercy of a larger opponent. All she needed to do now was press her advantage, and keep pummelling at Orin to stay in control of this match.

Turning back to Orin, she stepped up behind him and grabbed at one of his arms, aiming to pull him up to his feet and spin him so that his back was facing the ropes. With Orin now facing her, Makie would leap up, aiming to hook her legs around his head before arching her slender body backwards, aiming to flip Orin head over heels onto his back in a hurricanrana. "HYEAAGH!"

His body rolled from the impact of her dropkick sending him near the ropes, clutching his side to rub a bit from the pain, coughing a bit before trying to pushes himself up, feeling a bit annoyed and disappointed, then he was forced to get up by his arms and with his back against the ropes, the crowd continues to cheer for her and he wishes to tell them to shut up but... "H-huh? UGH!"

She jump at him with her legs going around his head to pull him over, flipping the well toned 'wrestler' off the mat and away from the ropes, coming down from her hurricanrana. He rolled and pretty much moving his body towards to the other side of the ropes, shaking his head from sudden quick spin of his body, pushing himself up to the ropes for support, trying to get his focus back and slapping his face. **Damnit Orin, the hell wrong with you!** he thought.

After flipping Orin head over heels with her successful hurricanrana, Makie rolled back upright, spreading her arms outward in a dramatic gesture to the crowd, clapping her hands a little to get them motivated. As they cheered her on, Makie stood back up and walked towards Orin, who was busy pulling himself up on the ropes again. Grabbing the him of her shirt, Makie pulled it off, revealing her slim upper body and white sports bra and earning more than a few whistles from the audience.

"I could get used to NHB!" she exclaimed, moving up behind Orin and wrapping her discarded t-shirt around his throat like a garotte. At the same time, she fell backwards, aiming to kick her legs up around Orin's waist for a body scissor before falling onto her back, aiming to squeeze into him with her improvised choke hold and her scissor.