NHB Challenge (Complete)

Orin were feeling dizzy from getting thrown like that, he wasnt impressed at all even tho shes slightly getting the upper hand against him so far, hearing the crowd whistling for some reason unknown until his neck getting wrapped by her t-shirt and pulled down down onto the mat with her behind him, smooth yet well toned legs around his waist as he gasping for air choking from her shirt AND squeezing out of his body from the scissor hold. "GAHH!"

Grabbing onto her shirt prying it off but only way to get it off is to unwrapping em but, in the position he's in, proven to be very difficult as he isnt used to wrestle this way and havent learn much of it, only knows best is using his fists.... "G-gahhh!" **the fuck?! what the hell am I going to do now?!** struggling in her hold, thinking some what to get out of this, he doesnt want to lose so soon as he tries to use his elbows somehow to swing to the side aiming to her sides, hoping to break up the hold.

Makie held her breath as she held on with the hold, pulling back on both ends of her AFW t-shirt even as she locked her ankles against Orin's midsection, tightening the hold. She felt Orin's fit body struggling and writhing against hers, and she clenched her teeth as she fought to keep control. If he weren't such an asshole, I'd think he was kind of cute, she thought as she felt Orin's bare back against her midriff. "Come on, give up now while you're still conscious!"

Orin's response came in the form of an elbow shooting back, slamming against her side. Due to their positions, he was only able to graze her slighty, but the impact still hurt. "AAARGH...fine, you asked for it!" Twisting sideways, Makie would try to roll Orin onto his front. If she managed this, then she would pull back sharply on her t-shirt, using it to raise Orin's head up and down to slam his face repeatedly against the mat. After doing this for a few times, Makie would unwind her t-shirt from around the boy's throat and roll off of him back up to her feet.

He hate things isnt going to plan as he was hoping for a good beatdown on someone in his very first match but this girl is tough, hot n tough that is. He was able to slam his elbows to her side just few blows but enough to make her roll over, forcing Orin to face down with her t-shirt pulling onto his throat, still gasping for air as she slammed his face down repeated his young handsome face, she could hear him grunting from the pain until she stop, he starting to groaning in pain , slowly reaching for his face to clutched in pain. "Ohhhh...."

Soon felt his back lighten up, mostly likely Makie getting off of him as well the t-shirt uncoiled around his neck, finally able to breath but feeling a bit stunned from his face smashing into the mat, his nose and face stinging so badly, dazed outside but deep within his mind, he was utterly pissed. "Ohhh... ngh....."

Looking down at her handiwork, Makie was pleased to see that she had done quite a number on Orin so far. He looked completely dazed after having his face bashed repeatedly against the mat, and it was plain to see that he was in big trouble right now. Makie didn't consider herself to be a cruel person, but all the same, it felt a little good to see someone as arrogant as Orin brought down a peg.

Makie wasn't done with him, though. Leaning down, Makie would grab Orin by the arm to pull him up to his knees, before standing behind him and pulling her t-shirt down over his head and upper body. While Orin tried to remove the t-shirt that was obscuring his view, Makie would take a step back and try to nail him with an enziguri kick.

Feeling pretty dizzy from his face slamming down like that, eventually he was pulled up onto his knees not sure whats going on until his head, face covered up by her strangling, wrinkled T-shirt. **The fuck?!** grunting with that shirt in the way, still light headed as he tries to grab onto it to pull it off as he can, weakly tho, and not realizing until it was too lazy where he suddenly felt his head getting kicked and dropping him to the side, rolling on his back with his arms and legs spread eagle.

Still having that shirt around his view, panting and not completely knocked out, still away but his head ringing loudly from the kicked and more stunned from it as well, his eyes closed hidden behind the shirt, legs twitching from the pain, barely moving his arms as it slowly moving up to his head. "Ohh...."

Makie felt her boot connect solidly with Orin's head, and her tattooed opponent went sprawling onto his back, his head still partially covered by her t-shirt. Wiping some of the sweat from her forehead, she turned and raised a fist to the crowd. "Count down with me!" she shouted, before turning down and dropping across Orin's tattooed chest, her breasts rubbing lightly against his pecs as she hooked one of his legs for the pin.

The referee dropped down and began the countdown, and the crowd, at Makie's urging, counted as well. "ONE..."

Orin went down on the mat after taking that unknown hit to the head, more likely a kick but how she does it is unknown to him, completely blinked by her kick as he went down to the mat, heavily stunned until he felt something soft pinning over his hard toned body, it was her for sure as the ref girl counting down for the pin.... hearing the first count with the crowd counting down with her.... then the TWO hitting the mat by the ref girl and the crowd chanting along... "N-noo.. way!"

He grunted out loud and turning his shoulder over to break up before the three hopefully, he cant lose right now but he fails to break up, she'll beat him so easily making his worst lost ever and the quickest one too. "Nghhh!"

Feeling Orin twist underneath her, getting a shoulder up at the last minute, Makie knelt upright, wiping some of the sweat from her forehead and giving her opponent an exasperated look. "Looks like this might take a while," she muttered under her breath.

Kneeling behind Orin, she would grab at his head to pull him upright into a sitting position. Once she did that, she would grab at his arms and fall back onto her butt, swinging her legs up around his arms and locking her ankles behind his head, scissoring his arms tightly in a Lotus Lock. "You'd better think about tapping soon!" she yelled, arching her body to pull back hard on Orin's arms and force a lot of pain on his shoulders.

With Orin breaking up the count, his face slightly pink in embarrassed getting pinned so soon and that really pissed him off, tho now he tries to crawl away to get his space and bearing, but he felt his blonde hair getting grabbed to a sitting position before his arms getting pulled behind his back, and felt her legs going around his arms and locking it in like a Full Nelson, he thinks thats what it is, and straining onto his arms n shoulders. "Grrr what is this?!"

Course his wrestling knowledge isnt so great and getting in this hold he have no idea how to get out or what is this move called, gritting from the pain as she yelling at him to tap out, shaking his head under her feet and yelling at her. "Fuck no! UGHHH!" his arms stretching out so badly as he tapping on his feet to the mat just suffering from the pain, not much he can think of what to do unless he tries to get his feet down on the mat maybe leaning over her body with her legs over on top, maybe it counts as a pin? Not sure but he'll try. "Unggggg!"

Hearing Orin refuse to tap out, Makie grinned wolfishly and responded by leaning up, cranking even more pressure on Orin's arms and shoulders. By this point, she was definitely in control of the match, and the feeling was a good one. "Your loss," she called to your opponent, "I'll just have to snap you like a wishbone then--WAAAH!"

As she spoke, Orin suddenly leaned backwards, his back pressing up against her as he flattened her against the mat. Due to the positioning of her lotus lock, Makie's legs wound up arching over her body, and her shoulders wound up pressed to the mat. A second later, Makie was stunned to hear the referee slamming the mat next to her, starting the countdown.

Giving an exasperated growl, Makie kicked out, releasing the lotus lock and, in the process, breaking the pinfall. Rolling over up to her feet, Makie slapped the mat in frustration before standing up, grabbing at one of Orin's sore arms to pull him up as with her. "Stubborn asshole," she muttered under her breath, before twisting her body to the side to whip Orin towards the ropes.