Those Who Slay Dragons: Makie Akamatsu vs Mark Jagger

Standard prostyle rules
Victory by 3-count pin, K.O. or submission



"Lotus" by Dir En Grey began to play as Makie made her entrance to the ring, accompanied by the usual sizzle of pyrotechnics that blazed her wake. Her fans, as usual, burst into cheers, but Makie Akamatsu paid them no mind as she made her way down the ramp, clad in her usual white sports bra and matching bow shorts, boots and pads. Her usually cheerful and carefree personality was gone: today, she looked dour and and angry.

Truth to be told, Makie was still angry about her recent match against Clyde Gastin. The fact that she had lost to him was bad enough-- he had gotten her fair and square with a nasty Texas cloverleaf. But afterwards, the perverted freak had actually groped her while she was down! If her brother Toshio hadn't intervened with a steel chair, then Makie didn't know what Clyde would do to her, but the thought made her angry. Clyde, she promised to herself, would get what was coming to him one day. Until then, she promised, she'd never let herself be vulnerable in front of a male opponent again.

Sliding through the bottom ropes, Makie hopped to her feet and stepped up on the corner post, giving her a good view of the opposite end of the arena as she waited for her opponent to arrive..

Mark have been looking forward for this match, for one this girl Makie looks pretty cute in the profile he looked up while back before joining in the league, doesn't seem to be a bad person judging from her cute, sporty appearances. Hopefully she's not using it to shell her true evil inside. "Gosh I hope she's not evil..." He muttered to himself, he doesn't know what to expect the people around here but he will soon find out in the ring with her.

Once her amazing introduction finished, it was his turn to shine. Stepping out on stage and rising his right fist up in the air, shouting out loud. "Yeah!" Cheerful, energetic young well fitted male wrestler, wearing his red and white trunks, boots, and gloves. His shiny light brown hair waving as he rushes down to the ring and pull himself in, another cheer to the crowd with his bright smile before turn his attention to Makie, slowly walking up to her by moving to the center of the ring.

"Hi there, I'm Mark, nice to meet ya." Reaching out his hand to offer an handshake. "New to the league, hope we have a blast yeah?"

Makie watched quietly as Mark approached, putting her hands on her hips as she gazed down at him in an unimpressed manner. Physically, he was rather impressive...and rather cute, and...she stopped herself before she could blush. The new guy seemed confident, enthusiastic, and knew how to get the crowd excited. Whether or not he turned out to be a perv asshole like Clyde Gastin, however, remained to be seen.

As Mark entered the ring, he extended a hand to her. Raising an eyebrow, Makie gazed suspiciously at the proferred hand. "New guy, huh? And are you genuinely pleased to meet me, or is this all some ploy on your part to eventually get into my pants?" she asked with a smirk.

As Mark offering his handshake to her to show his kind gesture, though she seem to be pretty cautious of him and hearing her comments, his hand slowly raising up and rubbing the back of his hair and keeping his smile up even in this awkward atmosphere. "Ahhh hah hah.... yeah Im new here, dont think that I would do such a thing." He pause for a moment then continues to speak. "but since its wrestling, I wanted to say couple of things in advance. I would apologize if I accidentally touch you in a wrong way during the match, dont know where our hands would go you know?", he lightly blushed trying not to think something dirty, its not his intention but if he needed to scoop her up for a slam or something, there wasnt much of a choice. "Oh and ummm... I am a big fan of piledrivers so, forgive me if I plan on using some on you."

He finished talking for that moment to catch his breath, taking his hand down from his head and look at her eyes. "Please, at least lets have a good match either one of us win and well, hoping you can show me around the area afterwards? " He nodded to her, maybe he'll tried to reason with her that hes not some sort of pervert or anything like that, just being somewhat of a normal guy wanted to have a good match with someone, especially someone attractive like Makie, would be weird and unlikely of him have some sort of connects with her except only thing in common are wrestling.

Makie listened to Mark defend herself, her frown lingering all the while. Slowly, though, her expression softened. Mark seemed sincere enough about what he was saying, and he wasn't an overblown hothead like Clyde had been. That, and, again, he was rather on the cute side.

"Wow, you're awfully polite for a newbie," Makie said with a grin. She unfolded her hands and put them behind her back in a rather girlish manner. "Whether or not I get to show you around the grounds at all depends on whether or not I think you've earned it afterwards. And just so you know...being a fan of piledrivers doesn't mean you're going to land any on me." Still smiling at him, she would back away and wait for the bell.

Mark lightly blushed while still scratching the back of his head that almost down to his scalp, realizing it and went to place his hands on his hips to make him look like a tough strong guy, but then went to cross his arms in front of his chest, still smiling at her. **Wow shes... just so darn cute, I doubt I have a chance.... no wait, dont think like that Mark!** Shook his head for a moment then hearing her comments.

"Oh well yeah, Im always nice or I think I am heh... but yeah, I guess I'll have to earn the rights to go out---- AH! I mean, letting you show me around the area." He shut his eyes felt bit embarrassed for a moment there, luckily he was able to curve it to another direction, hopefully, then he continues to talk. "Heh well, let just hope I dont use it on you then yes?" Nodded to her then backing off to his corner as she do the same, trying to prevent himself to tempting on checking her out while she goes to her corner. **No Mark no!**

Once they got to their corners and waiting for the bell to rings, in which they only waited for few second before the referee dinging on it. "Lets do our best, I'll try not to go easy on you okay?" He tipping her off his advice as he moves out from the corner, hands up focusing on her eyes, that cute eyes that is, swallowing hard as he didnt want to do anything wrong to her, so Mark tries to get his hands onto her shoulders hoping to lock on and suddenly, slip his hands down to her left arm to whip her to the ropes, preparing for his next move.

Unaware that Mark was checking her out, but still suspecting as much, Makie went to her corner and turned to face him. Her body tensed as she readied herself for the match: Mark looked to be a strong and tough wrestler, but she'd fought guys who were just as strong and still won in the end. As long as she kept her wits about her, Mark would be no different.

The bell rang, and Makie sprang forward. Unlike Mark, however, she wasn't about to start this match with a lockup: with a loud yell, she charged towards him, making it look like she was going to try a charging drop kick on him. At the last minute, however, she would run past him and try instead to drop kick him in his exposed back!

Mark was ready to challenge Makie into a match, a cute girl that seems pretty athletic and agile, not sure how well he can take her on using strengths behind him, but he'll give it a shot and trying not to hold back as he can, once the match begins he was going to lock up with her but she quickly charging right at him so Mark switch to bring his arm out only that she run passed him faster than he though. "HUH?!"

About to turn around but suddenly felt his back took a heavy hit from the dropkick, knocking the man forward stumbling to the ropes. "Augh!" Dropping down on his knees and leaning over the middle rope, shaking his head for a moment before he would try to push himself out. **Dang that was good... that Makie** slightly daydreaming about her.

Bouncing back to her feet, Makie watched with satisfaction as Mark sprawled into the rope, reeling from her drop kick. She grinned a little. That would teach him not to underestimate her, she thought to herself.

Running up behind Mark, she would grab his arm and pull him back up to face her, before sliding his arm between the ropes to trap it. With Mark now trapped, Makie would start kneeing him hard in the chest, again and again.

Mark draping himself over the middle rope after taking a pretty hard kick to the chest by Makie, she was good and he needed to prove to her that hes the same thing, trying to get up to his feet but was helped by his opponent to look up at her pretty face until she trapping his arms by the ropes before kneeing him to the chest. "AUGH! UGH! UGH!"

His arms occupied for a moment while she beat his chest with that strong knees of hers, gritting from the pain as he tries to escape somehow, struggling to get his arms pull out so the best thing he can think of, which its something he didnt want to do yet, using his foot to kick her at the stomach before trying to get pull away from the ropes as he can.