NHB Challenge (Complete)

Orin arms were completely occupied and trapped between her legs, pulling backward in the process which its making it painful for his main weapon, his fists, tho he couldnt tap out so quickly to this hot bitch, he tries to get his feet to place down against the mat and hoping to roll her up against her back, with him on top going for the pin, the only way to get her to break up the hold, it didnt take too long for her to realizing whats going on as the ref starting to count down, causing Makie to break up the hold before it too late. "Nghh... there finally... ughh..."

She releases the hold and feeling his arms slightly numbed and sore, almost useless but he can still move it a little, but his arm isnt moving since Makie grabbed onto his arm to pull up before whipping him to the ropes, "D-damnit!" He scream as he break into a run to the ropes, with his back against it he was able to grab onto the top and pulling himself out, slipping between the ropes and exiting the ring, knowing its NHB so the count out shouldnt really be here, slowly staggering near the ring apron while clutching his arms, he felt so ashamed this girl, a wrestler, kicking his ass so far... slowly trying to walk around the ring, around the steel steps avoiding her at all cost until his arms recover some. "Damn Makie punk...."

Makie had expected Orin to come bouncing back to her after she whipped him across the ropes, after which she would, hopefully, have been able to nail him with a high-flying move like a drop or enziguri kick, or a flip of some sort, or even another hurricanrana. Instead, to her surprise, Orin used the opportunity to escape, dropping out of the ring to recuperate. She frowned. Orin was not escaping her that easily.

Breaking into a run, Makie darted towards the ropes, dropping down at the last minute to, hopefully, nail Orin with a surprise baseball slide.

Orin manage to escape from the hands of Makie, he couldnt believe he is getting manhandled by that woman, taking a breather and going around the ring to get away from her but, without watching her carefully he was easily targeted when Makie comes charging at him as he turns his attention to her at the last second, took the nasty sliding dropkick. "AUGH!"

He stumble pretty bad and right into the announcement table where the announcers scramble away, avoiding getting crashed into by Orin as he bounces over the table and going behind where the chairs are, pretty much on his back with his one legs over the chair and one of his arms over the other chair, completely dazed and surprise from her, he really hating this, getting annoyed and that girl going to get more bruises in her lifetime if he'll get a chance to beat her up. "Grrr..... ughh...."

Sliding out of the ring, Makie took stock of the situation, noting with satisfactiont that Orin was now sprawled nicely across a couple of chairs. She had never been in a match that had descended into ringside brawling before, she realized. For a first timer, she was making a very good start of it.

"Sorry!" she said meekly to the announcers before stepping up into their table to stand over the sprawled Orin. Without wasting time, she jumped downwards, aiming to ram her knees hard into his outstretched stomach before he could recuperate.

Orin was sent flying as he was trying to get some space between himself and Makie, his arms hurts like hell which I need to punch her in the face or brutalizing her sexy well fitted body, yet he couldnt do much o it since now he was thrown around like a ragdoll, by a girl!

"Damnit Orin, get yourself the hell out of this!" complaining as he's pretty much stuck between the two announcer's chairs, he looks up when he notices a shadow casting over him, sees that Makie standing over on the table. **Oh shit!** he knew something gonna happen and its not going to be pretty, and he was right, she jumped onto him no escape as her knees come crashing down on his abdomninal hard body, "Ughhhh!"

Sanking in more where his bak touches the hard floor and knocked the wind out of him, groaning in pain as he barely moving now with his eyes closed and coughing loudly, he slightly folded over Makie and just more stuck being there.

Makie sprang off of Orin's chest to her feet, raising her arms victoriously to the crowd. "HOW DID YOU LIKE THAT?" she shouted, basking in the bits of applause she got (and quietly ignoring the odd boo here and there). "I can't hear you!" she shouted again, dramatically placing a hand to her ear. This time, the cheers were a bit louder. She grinned, quite enjoying being able to bask in the cheers of her fans for once.

Turning her attention back to the suffering Orin, she grabbed at one of his legs, pulling him free from the wreckage of the announcer's table. "Earth to Commander Jerkface," she teased, "we have liftoff!" And with that, she fell backwards, aiming to flip Orin over her straight towards the corner post.

Orin body was pretty much sandwiched between Makie knees and the hard floor outside of the ring, behind the announcer table, it was definitely ugly behind there and he was getting more beaten than before, groaning from that painful knees drop right onto his abdominal and now felt his legs pulled out like he was getting ready to take out the trash. "Fu--- fuck!"

Curses at his legs were grabbed on and pulled into her hold, flipping him off the floor and flying right into the steel post ramming his face first and making him spin before going down onto the floor once again, dazed n stunned as he slowly reach up for his face to cover up the pain, lightly tapping his feet to the floor, he felt so pissed off right now but the things going on at this moment, he just couldnt do a thing yet. "Grruh....."

Even Makie found herself wincing a little as Orin was slammed face-first into the corner post, hearing that tremendous clang before Orin went down onto his back, kicking fitfully as he clutched his face. He would have done the same to you, her voice of reason told her, and she simply shook her head as she leaned down and grabbed Orin by his long hair, pulling him up to roll him under the ropes.

Once she did so, Makie would grab a nearby folding chair and toss it into the ring, before rolling under the ropes and pushing Orin onto his back and lying across him for a pinfall. She held her breath, hoping that this would be it: Orin might have been a jerk, but she didn't want to cripple the guy to get the win.

Orin face was messed up after was thrown into the ring post from the outside, spun like some animated cartoon and dropped down onto the floor, clutching his face while complaining the pain he felt, tapping onto his feet that he never expected this match to be so messed up. **GRRRR FUCK FUCK!** his mind screaming out silence words which nobody can hear but himself.

Soon he felt his long blonde dirty hair pulled up by Makie and thrown back into the ring which he rolled until his body stop facing up, panting and still clutching his face, hearing what it seems to be a metal clanking inside the ring... only thing he could think of that would either a trash can or more suitable, the cold hard steel chair, afraid she'll use it right now to crush his face but it turns out that she went to pin him down with her warm sexy fitted body over him, he kind of like it but not like this, the ref counting down for the pinfall, hearing the first count and follow for the second, he quickly kicks out to break up the count, turning his body towards to her as he panting in pain, not really exhausted but his body was beaten quite a bit. "Damn... bitch... augh...."

Makie gave an annoyed gasp as Orin's body suddenly twisted underneath hers, breaking the pinfall. "Damn stubborn jerk," she muttered under her breath. After all that she had put Orin through, he was still fighting back. Fine, if he wants me to clobber him even more, then thats his decision.

Hopping back up to her feet, Makie would grab the steel chair and toss it down on top of Orin's chest and face. Then, moving quickly in the hopes of executing this move before Orin got back up, Makie would run to the ropes, bounce off, and run forwards to land ass-first on the chair, slamming it down against his body. If Orin was getting back up by this time, however, then Makie would instead try for a drop-kick against the chair instead to slam its surface against his face.