Kent Quick vs Makie Akamatsu

Makie was still rasping for breath as she rolled away from Kent, rolling up into a seated position as she caught her breath. Kent's elbow had taken her by surprise, and it looked like the big man still had quite a lot of fight in him even after the punishment Makie had inflicted. Breathing in deeply, Makie saw Kent slowly staggering towards her. Willing herself to move, she pushed herself up to her feet, keeping her distance as she eyed him. "Come on, I thought you could move faster than that," she taunted, hoping that he would do something rash and reckless if she taunted him enough.

Kent was trying to get close enough to aim for her chest with his elbow but he was crawling too slow that she got up pretty fast and hopped away from him, he grit his teeth in annoyance. "Damn girl, if only she stay still...." He thought in his mind while shes backed off away from him as he slowly pushes himself up to his feet, she can see his weaken leg shaking a bit trying to show he was determine to go on. "Ngh....."

For a moment, Makie stayed tentatively out of arm's reach of Kent, eying him warily. From the way Kent was dragging his leg, it was plain to Makie that she might have done more damage than she intended. Then again, if this meant she had the mobility advantage in this match, all the better.

Holding her breath, Makie darted forward again, shooting her leg forwards as though to aim a kick at Kent's hurting leg. This, however, would be a feint: she would retract the leg at the next minute and spin her body, sweeping her other leg up to slam her booted heel across Kent's forehead. "Down, boy!"

Kent eventually got up to his feet and looking right at this little girl, furious that he wanted to take her apart not matter what but he has to take her down first one way or another, she may able to see veins start appearing on his forehead more than likely of his frustrations from not able to turn this match around, soon when he got up to his feet, Makie start charging at him like shes going to aim for his feet, he think that if she wants to hit low, when not hit his whole body? "I'll... show you!"

He took couple quick steps even his leg slightly hurting but its getting better at least, he duck down and roll using his whole body trying to intercept her legs hoping she wouldnt react in time and take a pretty hard trip from his huge body. "Nghhh!"

As Makie charged forward to execute the kick, she was surprised when Kent, showing remarkable agility despite his hurting leg, ducked down under her kick. A second later, his larger body slammed against her leg, causing her to gasp in surprise as she was flipped over him. Unbalanced, she crashed down onto her back with a heavy crash. Cursing under her breath, she rolled, trying to get back up to her feet before Kent could do anything else to her.

Kent manage to lunge himself to duck and roll maneuver to cause Makie to trip right over him like running into a huge log, as soon his body felt her tripping right over him, he stopped completely to stop on all fours to look to his side to see her laying down on the mat and rolling herself up onto her feet, he pushes himself up with his heavy breaths. "Ugh nghh you're going down!"

Angrily, he tries to keep it up at her as his leg is a little better so he can start moving a little more, hoping to get close enough to pull out his strong arm and swing it across her throat into his clothesline. "Hurgh!"

Cursing to herself, Makie rolled back up to her feet. Her momentum was gone, she thought to herself, but she could still turn this match around if she--

Kent's thickly-muscled arm whistled in from out of nowhere, crashing against her throat like a tidal wave. She gasped, the blow flipping her almost head over heels as she was sent crashing back down onto her back. Her slender legs kicked at the mat as her hands clutched her throat, the clothesline leaving her gasping for air on her back.

Kent manage to clothesline her out of nowhere and bringing her down to the mat, gasping for air as he looks down at her with a slight chuckle. "Huff... finally, I can actually wrestle! Damn bitch!" He was furious and willing to show her his moves for hands, he reaches down for her wrist to yank her up by force as he tries to yank her arm again towards him so he could use his other arm trying to go for a clothesline and if he did connects, he use that arm to slam her across her throat and pushing her down where his knee, his good knee, waiting for her to fall back right on top of it.

Makie was still rasping for breath when Kent grabbed her by the arm, dragging her upright. She was still too badly hurt to fight back, and was pulled up without effort.

The second clothesline caught her hard across the throat, sending her head snapping back. The blow sent her toppling over as though shot...only to slam, back-first, into Kent's knee. Her eyes widened on the impact, her body arching against Kent's knee before she slid off to the mat. The dark-haired girl soon lay on her side at Kent's feet, breathing heavily and barely able to move.

Kent was making the example out of Makie by pulling her up and yanking her into his clothesline that brings her down to slam her back right over his knee, two in one combo that sent her down onto the mat that shes barely moving, he laugh for couple second before staring down at her. "Hah!.... pathetic!"

He reaches down for her hair to pull it up trying to stand beside her before he releases her to get his arms around her waist from the side, hoping to lift her up and lean back aiming to slam onto the side of her neck or shoulder into a, well, Side Suplex. "Hurgh!"