NHB Challenge (Complete)

Orin able to kick out before the three, he still cant believe he's getting 'man'handle against Makie. **Ugh, got something against guys or something?** he thought while barely able to move with his whole body suffering from the handle of his female opponent, he was suppose to beat her up numbers of time, not, unlimited amount and counting down for the win beating her to the pulse.

With him still laying face up, panting from getting his ass kicked, he felt the cold still chair cooling his hot pain but she didnt place it on him to chill, but going to use it inflict even more pain. He sees her coming right at him from the other side, she probably going to use the steel chair as a stepping stone to flatten him even more, he pushes it out of the way only getting her to slam her fine ass right on top of his body. "OUF!" His arms did spread out just in time for one of em goes between her legs, he grit the pain and swallow it hard, trying to pull his arm over between her legs to pushes her onto the mat, rolling her up into a pin while trying to get his free hand to grab onto her short to wedge onto it, hopefully the ref didnt see it and he hoped to quickly end this. "Count ref count!"

Although Orin was able to push the chair out of the way, Makie's airborne attack still landed, her butt slamming down hard against his chest. Hearing Orin gasp loudly as the air was expelled from his lungs. Smiling, she prepared herself to straddle his chest and set him up for a pinfall.

Except, it seemed, Orin had the same idea. Before she knew it, Makie's legs were grabbed, and she was forced backwards. "Gwaaah!" she gasped as she was rolled onto her back. Hearing the ref beginning to countdown, she growled under her breath and kicked out to get a shoulder up and break the pin.

Orin managed to roll Makie up after she did some sort of butt drop attack landing right onto his chest, but he was able to get his arm between her legs to roll her up with everything he have, even grabbing the back of her shorts to pull up for leverage, but it didnt work as well as he hoped for, she easily kicked out as he stumble to the mat panting from his sore body. "Huff huff... damn...."

Not sure what he'll do with her other than beating her up badly for putting him through like this, still at least he can rest just a tiny before getting up on his knees, waiting for Makie to stand up and go after him again so he could try to force himself to lunge right at her, swinging his right fist up targeting to her jaw before dropping down to the mat. "hurgh!"

After kicking out from Orin's sneaky pin attempt, Makie rolled away from him, annoyed, and a little impressed, that he still had the energy to go for a sneaky win like that. She had to be careful now, she knew. She was well on the way to winning this match, and she couldn't afford to let her tattooed opponent turn things around any time soon.

Springing to her feet, Makie moved over towards Orin to grab him by the hair and pull him back upright. As she tried to do so, however, his fist shot straight up, slamming hard into her jaw. "UUGH!" she grunted, her head snapping back as she collapsed onto her back, stunned as she clutched her jaw.

Orin was so close pinning her without actually hitting her much at all and close of getting a quick cheap win, but she kicked out and causing him to drop down on the mat panting from his sore body beaten up by a girl. **The hell? I cannot let this bitch beat me up like this!** thinking in an angry state, he almost grinding his teeth to dust just thinking about it.

He felt his hair were pulled up by Makie, he couldnt let her have her way with him like that so he forces himself to swing up for the uppercut right to her jaw before falling down to the mat, he did connected his punch and that loud 'clunk' sound hit her jaw as both fighters came down laying on the mat. "Heh... still... got it...." he slowly crawls to her downed body while she clutches her jaw, his body was sore like hell and having trouble moving as fast like he used to, but at least Makie slowed down at the moment, hoping he could crawl beside her to grab onto her hair with one hand, looking at her face. "Huff huff.... you're good... I give you.... that!"

Tried to land his free fist to pound at the top of her skull, hoping to stun her some more so he can use that advantage to recover some of his stamina, letting his body regain its strengths too. "Hurgh! Hurgh!...... HURGH!"

"Nnnngh..." Makie groaned she clutched her hurting jaw, blinking a few times to try to shake away the dizziness from Orin's punch. His attack had taken her completely by surprise, and she had mistakenly thought that she had him softened up enough that he wouldnt be able to fight back effectively. "Dmmit..." she managed to say, her sore jaw hardly making speech easy.

Suddenly, her scalp burned as Orin grabbed at her short, spiky hair. "Ah!" she gasped as she was pulled forward a little, Orin now crawling next to her. She instinctively moved to grab his wrist-- a bad move, as she was left open to his free hand. The next thing she knew, his fist began slamming again and again into her forehead, and colours danced across her vision with each impact. "UUUGH!" Her body jolted with each hit, as, for a brief moment, she was helpless before Orin's onslaught.

Orin doesnt know much about wrestling other than he thinks its crap compare to street fighting use his bare fists to smack them around, senselessly. Which soon Makie will feel more hard hitting punches by him, his body was sore and beaten so much that he wasnt able to move so much but at least his lunge uppercut right to her jaw took her down for a moment, he crawls to her sexy body slowly and getting on top, grabbing onto her hair which she grabs his wrist, leaving her open while he smile evil like punching on the top of her skull , each hit he makes having her body shaking in pain.

"Huff huff.... tough bitch arent you?!" He thinks he stunned her long enough with the series of punches to the skull, he grabs her hair to slowly pulling up with him as he tries to pull her head under his arm so he can see her back, bending over in front of him, Orin tries to use his free fist to swing uppercutting to her stomach just to watch her jump from each hits. "Hurgh!.... GRR!.....HURGH!"

Makie's vision swam as Orin's punches wailed into her, leaving her feel dizzy and disoriented. After maybe the fifth or sixth punch, Orin seemed to have finally stopped, but by that point Makie's sense of the world had turned into a dazed blur. "Uuuuuh..." she groaned, shaking her head slightly as she tried to re-orient herself.

She was barely away for the fact that she was being dragged to her feet, wobbling as she stood back up. She felt Orin's arm slide around her head, and felt the warmth of his abs against her cheek...and then, suddenly, the punches resumed as Orin's fist slammed again and again into her stomach. "UUAGH!" she gasped, each blow causing her body to shake as she slowly sunk further and further down to her knees.

Orin slowly recovering some of his strength but even so, it takes some of his to attack Makie making it much tougher onto him but he'll have to try weaken her and slowing down whatever he can. Now he pulls her up to tuck her head under his arm before uppercutting her stomach which he can feel the weights of her pulling down his hold, seeing her sinking down onto her knees, he grins a little bit and said. "You know... I always think wrestling is shit... but you know what? It still it!"

He slowly pulling her head up but not too well but he thought of an idea that he havent done yet. "Hey bitch, what you called this move of what Im going to do?!" He seen this on tv, trying to do it 'right' and he doesnt care if its wrong or not as long it hurts her, thinking he could time it right and slapping her back with his free hand and tries to fall backward to drive her head or face to the mat.

At long last, Orin relented in his punches as Makie sank fully to her knees, kept upright only by Orin's grip around her head. "Uuhhhhh...." she moaned, her eyes screwed shut due to the intense pain her stomach was in. She had figured that Orin was a violent jerk, but she never expected him to be this vicious. After that intense beating on her midsection, though, she could barely even breathe properly, let alone stand.

As she was held upright by him, her arms weakly gripping his encircling arm, she heard Orin mock pro wrestling. "F..ffuck you..." she managed to rasp before she was pulled to her feet again. Her response came in the form of a sharp slap to her back, before Orin fell back to ram her, face-first, into the mat. "AUGH!" Her upper body bounced off the mat and she tumbled over onto her back, unmoving. She was already dizzy on her feet after all those punches to her forehead, and that DDW had all but knocked her out.