Kazuya Ono vs Makie Akamatsu

Makie felt Kazuya's heaving abs underneath her now as she lay across his back, a cautious yet enthusiastic smile on her face as she hooked Kazuya for a pinfall. She had thrown literally all of herself into this vicious counter attack, smashing the entirety of her frame against her opponent's in an effort to stun him. And it had worked beautifully; the Prize Fighter was now down for the count, and Makie had him all nicely hooked for a--

No. At the last second, Kazuya bucked underneath her. throwing her off. Rolling onto her hands and knees, Makie slapped the mat in frustration. That spiky haired jerk was stubborn as well as a jerk, she thought to herself. To win, she might have to go to further lengths, maybe wear him down even further.

With that thought in mind, she scooted over towards the downed Kazuya and grabbed for one of his arms. Unless interuppted, she would snap her legs around it while grabbing at his wrist, before leaning back, locking her boots over his collarbone as she tried to trap him in a tight armbar submission lock! "Come on, give up before I break your arm, asshole!" she would shout, even arching her lithe body off the mat to add to the pressure as she torqued away at Kazuya's trapped arm...

Time spent throwing hands and exchanging fisticuffs as bouncer for a living outside certain cultural establishments meant that Kazuya could take some pretty heinous strikes and still come back up asking for seconds. Not that it was a particular skill he preferred relying upon since there was never any concrete guarantee he'd collect himself in time to not be declared kayoed, but he certainly didn't expect to be grateful for this fighter's endurance during today's scuffle as he scarcely managed to undo the pin attempt. Turns out that the sisterly shrimpboat could serve up strikes that could knockout other delinquent friends of his no problem, and he had the metallic taste of blood in his mouth to prove it. Not to mention having the wind blasted out of his sails after her somersault press.

The street punk irritated from Makie making a show of splashing down onto him like that, but he'd have far bigger issues on his mind once he noticed his arm being wrangled to the side and snugly affixed between Makie's thighs. "HNGH!!!" Kazuya grimacing with aggravated groans from the application of the armbar that was already hyper-extending his arm rigidly straight and even angled upward from Makie bucking her lower half off the canvas. A situation he'd capitalize on. The street tough writhing for a few seconds until politely responding to Makie's proposal via flipping her the middle finger with the captured arm...and shifting himself in her direction, purposefully laying her shoulders against the canvas for a pin attempt she'd need to relinquish the submission in order to stop!!!

Kazuya might have been a jerk, Makie had to be concede, but he was also a good fighter. A brutal, vicious fighter, who knew precisely how to use those fists of his. That alone was making him a tough opponent, but Makie understood the value of versatility, of being able to use more than just constant strikes. And given how much Kazuya had been relying on those strikes, Makie felt it was more than fair to repay him by hyperextending his arm and maybe, just maybe, rendering that damn arm useless in the process.

Keeping her arms locked around the trapped limb, Makie would arch her body up, torquing the hold further and further as she tried to wring a submission out of her opponent. The crowd was going wild now as she demanded Kazuya's surrender; perhaps unsurprisingly, he responded with a single-digit gesture. Makie was about to repay his rude reply by torquing the hold even further, when suddenly he flipped his body over: even with his arm still trapped, he managed to get just enough leverage so that his chest was suddenly across hers, his pained eyes staring into her as he covered her, rolling her lower body up in the process

Hearing the one count, Makie cursed and kicked out, trying to throw Kazuya off of her in the process and having no choice but to release the hold. If she managed that, then with a huff, she would run across the ring to the ropes and bounce off; as Kazuya was picking himself up, Makie would roll forwards and try to latch her legs around his head, hoping to flip him hard to the mat in a hurricanrana!

Kazuya was indeed a student of the game and knew absolutely well what Makie was strategizing by specifically targeting his right arm, the same one he'd already demonstrated to be his dominant one with those destructive swings of his. Even if he did manage to weasel his way out of submitting to the arm breaker it would still accomplish its secondary task of hobbling one of his main offensive tactics. Although he didn't know if he'd consider slugging people in the mouth as a particularly complex fighting technique. The Bad Boy nevertheless escaping the excruciating submission as only a defiant delinquent like him could, making good on his one fingered salute to Makie via screwing over all of her hard work, determination, and careful planning with a virulent glare directed straight at her all throughout his pin attempting reversal.

"NGH!!!" Once freed from the hyperextending armbreaker Kazuya separated himself from the rabid hurricane with several frantic rotations on the canvas, shuffling to his knees and cradling his arm in seething discomfort. Kazu clenching his fist repeatedly as he tried to reestablish feeling in his tortured appendage, but standing upright knowing that Makie wasn't about to start showing mercy after smelling blood in the water. He caught sight of Makie sprinting right at him before seating herself on his shoulders, except at the end of her swirling motion Kazu would stamp his feet in further defiance and stay vertical. Kazu muscling Makie back up on his shoulders where aside from noticing his grimacing facials muffled against her crotched warmth, she may notice herself hefted aimlessly into the air for his double knee backbreaker maneuver, Rule Breaker.

Makie was annoyed. She could tell that she had come close to bringing Kazuya to a submission, and would have loved nothing more than to hear that jerk signal his surrender to her. But it was not to be: he might have been a jerk, but it seemed that Kazuya was also stubborn and determined, and had just narrowly managed to turn things around with a pinfall. For a brief moment, Makie had gasped, at the sudden turnaround, and Kazuya's abs pressing down against her chest...and had then broken the pinfall just as quickly. And now she was going to make sure she stayed down, by using her shapely legs to introduce him face-first into the canvas.

That, at least, had been the intention: as Makie arched back, however, gravity suddenly did not kick in, and she realized that Kazuya had managed to brace himself in time, narrowly preventing her from executing the hurricanrana! Hanging just over the canvas, Makie cursed, going red faced from the position and from the fact that Kazuya's face was now wedged between her legs...before there was a rush of vertigo, and a second later both of Kazuya's knees smacked up hard into her exposed back!

"AAAAAAGH!" she screamed, instantly releasing Kazuya as she flopped to the mat. Pain was shooting through her spine, and she clutched her back with one hand, arching on her side as she was left briefly immobilized by the pain.