Hardcore Meeting (For Acuya)

Kent is just as strong as his partner King though never test out each other in a battle of one on one, though he rather try to face him since King knows he'll fuck up his precious face, shouldnt face the beast like that at all.

Regardless, he'll prove himself by defeating her, Ninja Chick... N.C. he'll call her that for now on, might as well. Kent pulls her up in a stalling suplex, if there were people could watch him now they can see his impressive hold just having her dangling in the air which only for awhile before she start moving around, losing his balance. "Damnit N.C.! Stop moving like a.... like a.... uhh... monkey! Yeah! Nghhhh!"

Kent needs to put her down but he didnt want to fall backward in a wrong spot like the chairs or tables, maybe he'll drop her down without him falling with her? He thought for a moment and maybe he'll break his kink for once and tries to drop her down in front of him, right at the round table covered with white table cloth. "Want down? Nghhh.... down you go!" he would let her go as he throw her hopefully front first on the table.

Through it all, all of the panic and the pain and the sensation of blood rushing to her head, Kozue couldn't help but wonder why Kent was calling her 'NC'? She doubted even he was stupid enough to confuse her with a state, so that meant it had to stand for something. The swelling in her head wasn't helping the thought process, but as near as she could figure, Kent had come up with something in his head and was acting as if she could know what it meant off-hand. Like something a five-year-old would do.

Kozue screeched as she was sent flying forward and crashed hard on a nearby table. It didn't give on impact, but that probably had more to do with it being metal than any lack of force on Kent's part, and it made the landing even worse than if she'd hit the floor.

Kozue laid on the table and curled up in a ball for a moment, with one leg dangling out to the side. She rolled to the side and slid off, crashing on the floor and dragging the tablecloth along with her as she went.

Kent held her up long enough in the air before finally putting her down, the hard way, right on top of the table where he can heard the loud thud and seeing her bounces a bit before rolling right off the table with the tablecloth being dragged too, he felt good, pretty good actually, still not happy with N.C. messing with his face, no one messed with his face!

"You should of face me in a normal match.... N.C...... I dont do hardcore like King would love to do.... but, its your own damn fault, jerk!" Panting a little, staring down barking at her before turning to look around to see what he can use not to hurt her but just to 'cool her down', seeing a champagne bottle not even open yet. "Oh good, this should do....." Moving toward to get that bottle and easily pop the cork out and course, avoid getting hit by one, with a smile and his childish mind to mess with her, Kent then slowly pouring the golden fuzzy liquid over N.C. head and face. "Chill."

Jerk. Kent called Kozue a jerk. Right before he poured champagne over her like she was some cheap slut at a bachelor party.

Kozue was on her hands and knees in front of him, seething with red hot fury. People were watching this. Her family, her mother, her Dad, her friends. Taylor was probably laughing her ass off. Her father was probably thinking she had it coming for ever leaving home. She could hear them chuckling and snickering down on her, and in that moment she passed from anger into true, unfiltered rage. All that mattered was hurting Kent Quick as much as humanly possible. Nothing else registed as a priority.

Kozue grabbed a fork that had slid off the table along with her, lifted up with a feral scream, and stabbed Kent in the thigh with it, holding his leg with her spare hand to keep it in place. "Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

Kent was being really mean to her just as she did to him out of the blues from the start of his so called match, he pretty much humiliated her and surely theres some hidden camera recording live all of this, he doesnt care at least now she knows not to screw him bad like that.

Finish emptying the last drip of champagne onto N.C. and just as he about to put the bottle onto the table beside them. "Well now.... I hope you should show me some respec----- GAHHH! OHHH SHIIIIIIIIT!!!!"

He putted the bottle on the table just before being stabbed, STABBED! He actually got stabbed! Howling in pain and even worst when his leg being grabbed and keeping the freakin fork into his leg, pounding his fist on the table and trying to get his free hand to reach for the fork to pull it out as he could, might as well use the other hand to get to N.C. face to pushes her off. "Get it out! GET IT OUT! UGHHHHAHHHH!"

Kozue enjoyed the sound of Kent Quick screaming a lot more than was probably healthy. She could admit that. It wasn't exactly the proudest, most honorable moment of her career, not a fine display of the new skills she'd been trying to foster and her hard work int he dojo, but it was satisfying.

Too bad it wasn't good for much else. Kouze was too hurt to do anything besides feebly try to push her way up off the floor, and she was having a hard time with even that. True offense was out of the question.

Kent couldnt believe what he just saw in his very own eyes, N.C. stabbing his leg with a fork, why not a plate to his knee or something flat and not sharp! But no, she have to pick something to sink into his skin and luckily not around his handsomest area or worst, family jewels. He would shove N.C. face to get it off him as he could as well pulling the fork out which its covered in bit of blood, thankfully he would control himself from passout from the sight of his own blood, would be embarrassing in front of her and the people by the camera.

"Nghhh.... Gahhhh.... Ow ow ow......" Kent is limping and tries to move away from her to find an upright chair to sit on, maybe something to wrap his leg to stop the blood from flowing too much, ice it, band aid it, something to cover it up. While hes trying to escape, Kent reach for the tablecloth hoping to use it to cover up N.C., maybe to make her struggle underneath it. "Ugh, freakin hate you even more N.C.!"

For such a big guy, Kent Quick really was an amazing pussy. Kozue'd stabbed him, sure, and it was a gnarly wound, but the way he was going about it you would have thought she'd shot him. Kozue had never seen a grown man cry for so long and so loud about something so small. It wasn't even that deep. Barely a flesh wound.

Kent threw a tablecloth over Kozue, but little did he know that she could toss the tablecloth off! So...she did that. Because that's all it was. A fucking tablecloth.

Kozue was started to feel better now - well enough to stand up, anyway. She grabbed the nearest blunt object she could find - a napkin dispenser - and limped her way towards Kent as fast as she could, trying to clock him in the head with it.

Kent is hurt from the stab and reaching for the other table to grab hold of the table cloth which he could grab and rip it, using a good use of it to wrap it around his leg, absorb the blood and really didnt like it one bit, if King were here to take on N.C., he would have no trouble using weapons on her but for Kent he couldnt do it no matter what, feels wrong honestly even against N.C.

"Ugh.... damnit that hurts like hell....." He finished tied his leg and now turning around about halfway until suddenly get clock on the back of his head. "Ough!" he stumble on the table and holding himself up with one hand, the other reaching the back of his head feeling the pain so easily. "Ouch... damnit ugh...."

Kent still try to turn around to face the Ninchick..... **Hey Ninchick, I like that** "Hey Ninchick!.... back off will ya!" He said, hoping to get his hand on her face to shove her away from him again, still need bit of recover and need to think what he can do against her. "Hurgh!"

And, of course, Kent had already come up with a completely new name for Kozue, because that was just the way his brain functioned. She was almost curious how his thoughts worked on a day-to-day basis. Was it a stream-of-consciousness thing? Did he just randomly go from one thought to the next? Was there any coherence, any consistency?

Getting a napkin dispenser cracked against his head wasn't going to help his thought processes, but it did make Kozue feel a little better about things. She would have loved to do it all day, too, but Kent's sweaty mitt in her face put a stop to that.

Kozue grunted as Kent sent her away with a hard shove, hurling her in the salad bar, back first. Given what happened to her back just a few moments ago, the result was extrememly painful, and Kozue wound up slumping to her knees as the napkin dispenser clattered to the side.