Makie Akamatsu vs Takagi - Submission match at the Theater

[size=135:2gnvfy7x]Makie Akamatsu vs Takagi - Submission match at the Theater



Each of the wrestlers receive a red letter at their apartment:

Your first opponent is Makie Akamatsu / Takagi

You're gonna fight at the stage on our Theater, Submission Match.

The match only ends when one of the wrestlers give up.

OMEGA

(Match nicknamed "Good luck and Goodnight", a theater piece show stunner match for all hearts of theater! take your binoculars and seats, the show is about to begin!))



Already at the sensational hotel having placed his clothes neatly to his room, Takagi took some time to have a look around, scope out the gorgeously dressed women with his witty banter and impressive ways, before heading back to his room to listen to a few tracks on the hotel room CD player. But a mysterious letter lay on his bed from a unknown sender, was making him think......was it a admirer crazy for him? a death threat from the people he calls peasents? he cared little if it was another threat, only to find out it was a invitation for a OMEGA hotel wrestling tournament.

"An invitation to a little tournament?....interesting, this may prove pleasing for my talents against the lesser's of this sport..." he smiled with a devious smirk, tucking the the letter in his back pocket as he leaned over his hotel room balcony, sipping a drink to cool off.

A few hours later with his crimson Ferrari F40 parked outside the hotel, Takagi had arrived in style to the well built theater, right on the dot as the time flashed on his shiny silver watch for his match against his first special lady. While wearing a smooth linen suit as he casually climbed through the ropes, onto the stage holding a wrestling ring for each of the opponents to fight in. "A wrestling ring in a theater? barbaric taste, but nonetheless spectacular for a fight against a lady..." he smiled, breathing on his hand to check his breath, gently taking off his suit to reveal his gold colored wrestling attire and boots, as they were handmade for this tournament the mysterious folk at AFW had prepared.

"I do hope the dear girl arrived alright, terrible shame to see this one go....so stage fright...." he giggled, having warmed himself up to take a small sip from a glass of some brash European champagne, almost enjoying it as he awaited his first opponent confidently.

If there was one thing Makie could be accused off, it wasn't stage fright. The Akamatsu girl soon entered the arena, wearing a loose black AFW t-shirt over her standard wrestling attire-- a white sports bra and tight thigh-length shorts, as well as matching boots and pads. Up until now, she had been busy immersing herself in the opening of this hotel, helping herself to a few entrees and quite a few more glasses of wine, and generally enjoying herself as much as she could. After all, it wasn't everyday that a girl got treated to the free opening of a hotel and was waited on hand and foot.

She made sure not to overdo it, though, as she knew that the price of all this was a match. As she entered the room, she quickly noticed that the ring was on a theatrical stage, which was an unusual touch-- if the fight sprawled out of the ring, then it could go all across the stage. She also noticed her opponent-- a boy, she noted with a grimace, wearing a gold vest and baggy pants. His hair was grey, and for a moment her heart skipped a beat when he reminded her faintly of Max.

Regardless, she walked up the stage and slid into the ring, noticing how her attire contrasted strongly with the boy's genteel attire. "So you're my opponent, huh?" she said, giving him a wolfish grin. "I hope you're pretty flexible, because you're going to be tapping out by the time this is over."

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If there was one thing Makie could be accused off, it wasn't stage fright. The Akamatsu girl soon entered the arena, wearing a loose black AFW t-shirt over her standard wrestling attire-- a white sports bra and tight thigh-length shorts, as well as matching boots and pads. Up until now, she had been busy immersing herself in the opening of this hotel, helping herself to a few entrees and quite a few more glasses of wine, and generally enjoying herself as much as she could. After all, it wasn't everyday that a girl got treated to the free opening of a hotel and was waited on hand and foot.

She made sure not to overdo it, though, as she knew that the price of all this was a match. As she entered the room, she quickly noticed that the ring was on a theatrical stage, which was an unusual touch-- if the fight sprawled out of the ring, then it could go all across the stage. She also noticed her opponent-- a boy, she noted with a grimace, wearing a gold vest and baggy pants. His hair was grey, and for a moment her heart skipped a beat when he reminded her faintly of Max.

Regardless, she walked up the stage and slid into the ring, noticing how her attire contrasted strongly with the boy's genteel attire. "So you're my opponent, huh?" she said, giving him a wolfish grin. "I hope you're pretty flexible, because you're going to be tapping out by the time this is over."