(Unofficial) Megumi Mutoh VS Sean Ishimi- The Second Battle!

Megumi flittered between the world af dreams and reality. She could feel Sean's body on top of hers, his hard muscles pushing against her soft skin and flesh. She could not move as her body was too damaged. Indeed, she would probably end up hospitalized for quite a while. She was disappointed in herself, as she failed to bring Sean down. She wanted to win so badly, and yet her efforts were for naught.

"Sean-san," Megumi murmured weakly.

Sean held her leg high and kept her shoulders down, resting on top of her panting softly near her ear. So comfortable, so soft. Surprisingly, he didn't yelp, he never screamed nor did he peep the entire time the match went through. His mouth made the vowels but nothing came out of him. He held her down softly while keeping her leg hoisted.

"Two!"

He heard her call his name, he looked to her, his eyes opened now, watching her for a moment. Wondering what she wanted from him? Throw the match for her? Doubtful. Judging by the scream she made, her body took too much. 'Berserkers,' he thought. 'Interesting ability, though needs to be more controlled in my opinion.' She had his undivided attention, his eyes were watching her for a moment. She could possibly tell between the two worlds she was fluttering from that he was looking to her, while keeping her down.

Megumi was completely out of it, her mind not being able to form any coherent thoughts. She wandered between consciousness and unconsciousness, not quite part of either yet. She was still holding onto something, a sort of straw to keep her afloat. She had one last thing to ask.

"Did I fight well?" her weak voice finally managed to say. The only reason she still stayed conscious was for an answwer to her final question.

Sean held her down for a moment waiting for the final count to work out. Megumi's question towards him was surprising. Although he rarely spoke, he allowed his actions to speak for him. Although, he wondered how he could answer that. He actually thought about it too. He could open his mouth and speak, or he could just use an action as an answer. So, as a gentle gesture for an answer, a "Yes" so to speak. He leaned close and gently pecked her cheek. That was his answer for "Yes, she did." By this point, the referee made the third and final count:

"Three!"

The referee signaled for the bell to ring. The crowd was on their feet seeing that Sean had once again, prevailed over impossible odds. Yet, he seemed to be in the middle of something. After pecking her cheek gently, he rested on her for a moment and looked down to see that his shirt was torn. He shook his head and leaned close to her ear speaking in his deep, soft, gentle tone: "You owe me a new shirt." he chuckled a bit weakly and finally added: "And. . . that was a hell of a ride you gave me."

He still had her in the leg hook position although, his head was dangerously close to hers, the peck on the cheek might have been more than enough, but then again, it wouldn't hurt to get her back to reality with an actual kiss. Then again, she might not like it.

Megumi didn't hear Sean's answer, but felt him kiss her on the cheek. Her face turned red with embarassment. Who was this guy, thinking he could just kiss a girl like that? If Megumi wasn't nearly crippled, she would kick his ass. As of right now, though, she was completely in his grasp.

She then heard Sean's voice. It was a kind voice, a deep and protective voice. Megumi somehow felt comfortable and secure in the hands of Sean, seemingly knowing that he wouldn't do anyhitng to her. She smiled softly, offering up her self to him.

Sean watched her for a moment, despite pecking her cheek. He looked around before looking to her, opening his mouth again: "Before you decide to kick my ass later," he said to her. "That kiss on the cheek was my way of saying yes to your question." He chuckled a bit and looked to the referee nodding before looking to Megumi. Other than the referee and maybe a handful of people, Megumi was one of the few who had the opportunity to hear Sean open his mouth. Despite the fact that he didn't make a peep throughout the entire match. Being courteous, he slowly pulled himself off of her, allowed the referee to raise his hand in the air for the victory, then proceeded to gently scoop Megumi into his arms. He walked carefully out of the ring with her in hand saving the medics some time with this move. He looked to her while carrying her backstage out of the bright lights. A packed place for a big event. Sean looked to her again. A soft smile curved upon his tiers. He knew she had to be checked out. She probably strained herself during their match. But he was being gentle with her.

Sean looked over to her with a soft smile once more before getting ready to set her down. His mind rolling about figuring out what he should do next. The Paramedics already had the stretcher ready for her. He nodded to them and was about to gently set her on the stretcher.

As Sean was about to set Megumi down, Megumi did something she would never have expected to do. She grabbed a hold of Sean's hand tightly, almost with a death grip. It was her last response, saying for Sean not to leave her side. She was seemingly unconscious now with no sense of what she was doing. She still gripped onto Sean, however, not letting go. Her face was peaceful, her strained body now relaxed. Her chest rose slowly and fell, accentuating her beautiful breasts. She could not move, but would not let go of Sean either.

Sean set her down and blinked a bit feeling the death grip from her delicate hand. Sean looked to her. She probably had no clue as to what she was doing, but considering the state she was in, Sean looked at the paramedics and nodded. "Looks like I'm coming along for the ride." He stayed with her into the back of the vehicle taking his seat sitting there watching the paramedics while the door closed and the vehicle drove off. Boy was he tired. His body ached, he probably didn't look like picture perfect material at the moment. Although over time, all of that would heal. Sean just stayed with Megumi. Until perhaps later on if it was allowed. He wondered though what may happen later on. Would she go after him again, or perhaps move along like nothing ever happened? Either way, Sean was preparing himself for it. Despite this, Sean had a lot going on for him. Who knows? She may enlist into his league, which was a whole different ball game, or they may have another match against each other. Thankfully, this match didn't go on record for either of them. The fans did enjoy it. He enjoyed it. Though it worried him. More about her and the punishment she was putting herself through.

Then again, she was a former WA Champion perhaps. One of them anyhow. The WA was unique. Regardless, at her request, weather or not she realized it, Sean remained with Megumi until she said otherwise perhaps. It was the least he could do for her. Granted he didn't realize what had just happened overtime.

Something deep might have built up between the two, their respect for one another, might have spun out to something more. Perhaps it was. . . No, it couldn't be. Though it was possible. After all, they both did hang in there and he did feel. . . He cleared his thoughts leaning his head back slowly closing his eyes. It was going to be a trip to where they were going. Eventually, he would have to let her go for the pros to do their work. For now, he would rest. Sleep. It sounded nice.