Those Who Slay Dragons: Makie Akamatsu vs Mark Jagger

After arching up underneath Mark, Makie flopped down onto her back again, breathing heavily from the effort of having to bridge out. She was still feeling dizzy from that earlier piledriver, and she barely even heard what Mark was saying to her as he knelt over her. All she knew was that she was feeling exhausted, dizzy, and generallly not good.

She made no effort to resist as Mark rolled her over onto her front. She was brought back to reality, though, when her head was wrenched back, painfully, as Mark put her in a crippling facelock. "AAAAAH!" she cried, slapping at Mark's arms as pain shot down her back, causing her booted legs to kick fitfully. In desperation, she grabbed at Mark's wrists,trying to pull his grip free as her flexiblity was tested painfully.

Mark knows that Makie was weaken pretty greatly from his piledriver and yet she was able to kick out from the pin that really caught him by surprise, he heavily sighing but not cause he was frustrated from her escape, but more showing his respect for the cute veteran of this wrestling league.

Now he took bit of time to recover himself as he slowly moving in position where he would have Makie facing down, getting himself to lay on her back to clamp his hands together under her chin, pulling back into his Crippler Facelock, more or less painful version of the Crossface. He can feel her hands pulling into his wrists trying to release her, Mark slowly leaning back a little further before reset back down easing her neck. "Huff huff give up Makie... You don't want me to get too tough on you huff..."

He knows her head is weaken and maybe, just maybe another piledriver or two could get him the victory he want it. Only a short submission hold into Makie neck before releasing her, just to grab onto her wrist to pull up with him. He felt a bit tired himself but he can still keep going he thinks. Once he got Makie standing, his face showing bit of blush just thinking where his hand will be going, which is between her legs only to scoop her up and flipping her, putting Makie stomach onto his right shoulder, hoping to keep her still and ready to out her in another piledriver like move. "Huff huff... I hope you're.... ready for this?"

Makie was gasping in pain now as Mark winched the crossface tighter, and weakly clutched at his arms with one hand as she was stretched away. Hearing him call for her to submit, she shook her head as best she could. "N-no...." she said weakly, though at this rate, the intense pain in her neck and upper back were getting to her.

Finally, Mark released Makie, letting her slump to the mat. As she lay facedown, groaning from the persistent pain in her neck, she felt Mark grab for her wrist. Slowly, she was dragged up to her feet, but the moment she was upright, Mark grapped her and hoisted her up onto his shoulders. Alarmed but still sore, Makie squirmed weakly, and tried to send an elbow into his side.

Mark still weak during the match with Makie, she was cute and strong but he was able to scoop her up onto his shoulder where he planning to put her in another type of piledriver. "Huff huff.... Makie... you're good and I hope to be as great as you..." He felt kind of awkward holding her up like that even making him blushed too, he was about to position her just right until he felt his side taking few hits. "Nghh...."

His body felt clumsy and dropping her from behind. **Shoot!** He tries to turn around hoping that he could grab hold of her placing his hands onto her shoulders, locking up somehow.

Makie's elbow dug hard into Mark's side, and she gave a gasp of relief as she felt Mark's grip loosen. She went tumbling off of the man's shoulders and crashing onto her front. Her fans cheered her escape as she slowly and agonizingly pushed herself up to her hands and knees. She was still in a lot of pain, but she wasn't out of the fight yet.

Slowly, though, she felt Mark grabbing at her shoulders. Gasping, she punched out, throwing a weak fist into Mark's midsection and hoping to stun him before he could get a firm grip on her...

Mark starting to feel bad for Makie taking the piledriver like that and even though she wanted him to do his best and not showing any sign of going easy on it, still hard for him to swallow, but he'll do what he can and since now shes pretty weaken even she was able to escape from his hold, yet he got a hold of her shoulders only to taken a weak punch to his midsection, a light grunt from him as he looks down at her eyes still holding onto her shoulders. "Huff huff.... Makie, you're really cool but... please dont hate me when Im trying my best.... for you."

He swallow hard again, taking his courage and respect for her and doing this like a man, hoping to finish this match. He tries to start off by bringing his right foot up to kick her in the stomach so that he can grab her head as he turn around and place onto his shoulder with her jaw, quickly from there and dropping down on his rear end to jolt her into his Stunner but it isnt his full move though, if that Stunner fully connected, he would hold her head still not letting go so that he can slowly back up to his feet and once there. **Please dont hate me please dont hate me!** He just like this girl so much that with this move, he just hoped it doesnt make her turn sour toward him, but regardless he'll try to end it quickly after the Stunner and up to his feet, he release the hold so he can bring that same arm down to quickly swing upward, using his tough bicep to uppercut her jaw, ending the two in one move as a finisher- Dragon Snap.

As Makie's fist slammed home against Mark's stomach, she slumped forward, taking a few deep breaths. Mark's abs felt like solid rock against her punch, and she swore inwardly, realizing her punch had done nothing. Mark's reply was quick and brutal, as the ginger-haired young man stomped a boot hard into her exposed stomach. "OOOOPH!" she gasped, doubling over further. She would have fallen over completely, but he clearly had other plans for her as he grabbed her by the head, holding her upright.

"Nnnnnugh...." she groaned as she was dragged up to her feet. For a brief moment, Makie blushed as she felt her body brush up against Mark's bare back. Then, however, Mark dropped down and nailed her with a stunner. "AKGGH!" Makie gasped as her jaw slammed down against Mark's shoulder. She would have collapsed, but for the second time, Mark prevented her from falling, dragging the white-clad girl shakily back up to her feet.

A quick uppercut struck her jaw again, snapping her head back. "UUUGH!" This time, Makie did collapse, crashing down hard onto her back. The crowd watched, stunned, as she lay sprawled at Mark's feet, her right leg twitching slightly as she lay seemingly out cold.

Mark wanted to try out this finisher for quite sometime since he was trying to make one up for him and figures to test it out on Makie, hating the idea though but, he didnt want to disappointed her at all, so he double dipping his moves with a Stunner then follow up with an hard uppercut with his bicep instead of his fist, wouldnt want to hurt her that much though, he did see her sending up into the air before landing down on the mat looks like she was out cold, panting as he looks down at her, figuring that its time to end this.

"Huff huff...." Slowly he suddenly dropped down to his knees and crawling to her body from the side, hooking her leg over and covering her for the pin while looking at her face, she looking very pretty and angelic like when shes 'sleeping' like state, swallowing hard as the referee getting down to count for the pin. **Come on Makie, please dont tap or I'll.... I'll have to take you out!** He thought, hearing the ref counting to a ONE...... then a TWO.........

Makie's chest rose and fell as she lay sprawled on her back, seemingly knocked out by Mark's brutal finisher. Her fans screamed for her to get back up, but she didn't seem to hear them as she lay with her eyes closed, not resisting as Mark lay across her, hooking one of her slender legs for the pin.

The ref girl dropped down next to them and immediately began the countdown. "ONE..." she shouted, "...TWO..." The crowd watched tensely. Was this it? Could Makie break out at the last second, or was this match over?

"...THREE!" The ref girl finished the countdown, and signalled for the bell to ring. The match was over: for all of her stubborness, Makie had been unable to stand up to Mark's decisive finisher.

His warm body pinning down the more cuter n warm body of Makie, he did felt bad for pulling that painful finisher and yet, he doesnt want to disappointed her, as soon as he hears the count of THREE by the referee, the bell rings signaling the match is over giving Mark the win of this match, he should of feel proud of it but hes more concern of her than his win, slowly getting himself up on his knees, looking down at her as he slide his arm under the back of her shoulders then sliding up behind her head, lightly shaking her to hopefully wake her up. "Hey Makie.... huff huff... hey are you alright?"

His other free hand moving down to place onto her arm farthest away from him and pulling her little closer to his body, just showing that he care and trying to comfort her somehow.