Kazuya Ono vs Makie Akamatsu

After taking both brutal attacks and open disrespect from Kazuya early in their bout, it felt bloody satisfying for Makie to strike back at him. As Kazuya was left reeling, Makie pressed home her advantage, driving a padded knee into his face. The blow sent Kazuya stumbling backwards into the ropes, barely able to stand. That would teach him to look down on her, Makie thought with a faint smile.

Kazuya seemed to be reeling worse than Makie had thought, as he ended up rolling under the ropes, evidently trying to recuperate.
"Hey get back here, asshole, we aren't done!" Makie shouted at him. Taking a few deep breaths, Makie would hop on her feet and break into a run, dropping low in the hopes of nailing Kazuya with a baseball slide while he was still recovering outside the ring!

One of Kazuya's earlier childhood memories was him ignoring his homework to instead cast his sights out his bedroom window on some musclehead biker arguing with his girlfriend, who'd promptly fieldgoal kick him right in the junk. The lady storming off with this supposed buff badass crying into the sidewalk pavement with a lesson definitely learned on Kazuya's behalf. Chicks have absolutely zero qualms with wrecking any dude's shit and tearing them to shreds if given the opportunity and justification. Unfortunately he's apparently supplied Makie with all of the above given how she's started suplexing and striking the fuck out of Kazuya after scarcely a few choice words shared between them. Typically it was only when the Bad Boy was breaking up with a girl that they started breathing fire and raining down hailstorms and shit...

Opting to take a powder and straighten out his warbled vision in the meantime, Kazuya exited the ring via ducking underneath the bottom rope and started massaging the side of his stinging facials. The knee strike audible even up to the rafters as the referee already starting her bullshit countout the second his feet touched down on the floor. Raucous jubilation raining down for the vaunted veteran with swelled anticipation for her apparently chasing down the retreating miscreant, except Kazuya would notice her coming and clutch onto the ring apron. Raising it upward like a net that Makie baseball slid into as she landed on her feet with the hem of the ringside apron tightened down against her by Kazuya. Who'd gnash his teeth and proceed to levy several forearm strikes into Makie's swelled breasts before laying one into her face and backing off.

If Kazuya had been content to talk shit to Makie earlier, then right now he was, hopefully, learning a painful lesson about that. As Makie watched, the blonde guy rolled out of the ring, clutching his face. As satisfying as it was to deliver him his comeuppance, though, Makie knew better than to give him time to rest: for all of his rude manners, Kazuya was proving to be a dangerous opponent whom she shouldn't give a chance to recover. This was the main reason for Makie bursting into a run to attack Kazuya ringside: really, though, she was just still angry, and still wanted to kick his ass.

For this reason, Makie charged forwards, dropping low to nail Kazuya with a running baseball slide...

...only for Kazuya to dodge aside at the last second, pulling up on the fabric of the ring apron. Wide-eyed, Makie was unable to stop herself as her legs ended up netted between the loose fabric of the ring and the ringside itself; sliding forwards, Makie's body was jolted violently as she ring fabric arrested her forward momentum, leaving her standing upright outside the ring and somewhat dazed. Dazed enough, that was, for Kazuya to attack her.

Kazuya's arm lashed out, once, twice, each brutal strike chopping into one of her breasts. "AUUUGH!" she cried, gasping with each forearm strike. "B-bastard--" was all she managed before another forearm slammed into her face. Colours exploded across her vision, and then she slumped forwards, dazed and left breathing hard by Kazuya's brutal strikes.

Believe it or not, Kazuya could actually sympathize with his rabid adversary to an extent. Harnessing your adrenalized rage into giving you the upper edge in a brawl was a tactic that he himself was all too familiar with, especially when he was serving as a bouncer or merely was in a mood to break someone's face. The key was to make sure that enraged temperament doesn't blind you to everything else, because if all you're seeing is red than that crimson hue is exactly what you'll be sporting all over your face before long. The Rebel Fighter taking that into consideration once he spotted Makie rampaging towards him like a bull spying a matador across the arena. Kazuya playing his role perfectly in this case as he lifted the ring apron upward to catch his adversary in mid-slide and pinning her back to the edge of the ring.

Kazuya relentlessly laying in one forearm strike after another wherever he could find a clean contact, be that at her flinching visage or at her...adequately sized rack. Kazu would score her a 6.5 out of 10, personally. Points were taken off for how much of an uptight, pretentious, pain in the ass mad dog she was turning out to be, although allowing her some space after the pummeling to slump to the floor. "You got some type a fuckin' attitude problem you know that?...*tch*...Why do I always gotta get the crazy ones?" Kazuya lamenting on the type of women he typically finds himself in relationships with along with the one he's currently scraping up off the floor by yanking on her scruffy hair. Adjusting his grip to be snagged on to her wrist for an Irish whip aiming Makie square into the steel steps a few feet away.

Makie sank to her knees, her legs momentarily failing her as she hugged an arm against her hurting breasts. It was bad enough that Kazuya had been rude and obnoxious to her all match, and worse still that he had managed to dodge her baseball strike. But directly attacking her tits like that? At this point, Kazuya asking for a clobbering, and Makie was now going to be all too happy to deliver. That was, as soon as she could stand and breathe properly.

Kazuya was quick to help her with the standing part, at least, leaning forward to grab a handful of her short hair. The red-clad tomboy gasped as she was pulled up to her feet, before Kazuya grabbed onto her wrist as well. Unable to stop her own momentum, she went hurtling forward, before crashing back-first into the steel steps! "AUUUUGGH!" she screamed as she was sent tumbling over the steps and crashing to the floor on her side. Sharp pain spiked through her back on the impact, and as she crumpled to the floor, it left a painful, throbbing agony in its wake...