NHB Challenge (Complete)

Orin Black havent made a debut match but he was really confident his first match going to be his first win for sure. Heading out to the ring where the confused crowd giving mixed reactions from his appearances dressed in black slacks, shoes, red hoodies, body and arms covered in tattoos, white tapes around his wrists and hands. He have the microphone in his hand and rolling under the bottom ropes, popping up looking at the crowd which their eyes gazing on him as he smiles handsomely brushing his long blonde hair from his face before raising the mic to his mouth, about to speak.

"Why hello there everyone... my name is Orin Black, new here and its nice to meet you all!" Waving his free hand at the crowd showing his kindness with his bright smile, then continue on talking. "I am here for my first match, sure I havent really get to know the wrestlers in the backstage but... Im not too much in the mood to go through all of em, too much work honestly... " his mood starting to change from being nice to slightly sour and rude. "I am looking for a challenge to kick ass in a NHB match!... anyone in the backstage willing to face me?! Come on out so I can make my debut on kicking your ass!"

He drops the mic and staring out at the entrances to see anyone, mostly prefer the ladies that is, willing to take him on in a NHB match, since his specialty using fists to pound their body and face without getting exhausted, one lucky person will face him and soon get their ass beat or unless able to beat him instead.

A few seconds later, the lights went out, and Viral's theme from Tengen Toppen Gurren Lagann began to play. Then the lights abruptly turned on again as a challenger entered the ring. Clusters of people in the crowd burst into cheering when they saw that the challenger was, in fact, Makie Akamatsu.

It had been a while since Makie's last Tension match, a brutal battle against Kent Quick that had ended in a humiliating defeat for her. It was clear, looking at the angry determination on Makie's face, that she had no intention of losing this time. Makie wore her usual 2-piece white bra strap and tight thigh-length shorts, as well as her matching boots and pads. Over her upper body, she wore a black AFW t-shirt, which had the desired effect of making her look a little more aggressive and ready for a fight.

As Makie slid into the ring, she fixed a glare at Orin, noting that he was a lot lighter and more wiry than Kent had been. His lean, tattooed body still looked pretty fit, though, and it was clear that he wasn't the type to hold back in a match. Still staring Orin down, Makie stepped into the ring across from him, ready to face him.

He waiting in the ring for quite awhile almost like no one coming in the ring to come an face him, he almost wanted to pick up the mic and start cursing and annoying to anyone in the back to come on out and take him on in his first match, then sudden someone music plays and out come this girl, wearing black shirt with 'AFW' on it as she makes her way to the ring to climb up and face him in person. "So.... you're my opponent huh? You look great, I will apologize in advance when your pretty face and body will get messed up..." raising his fists tighten that have small popping sounds. "... by these babies!"

He is ready to go and cant wait to take her on, he took off his red hoodie jacket and placing it on the floor of the ring near the corner, showing his tattoos covered body and his well fit yet slender shade but very well toned too, meant to be a brawler type but he'll enjoy this and surely she isnt going to like it.

Once the bell rings after both are ready to go, he raise his fists and hopping little side by side just checking her out while looking for some sort of opening, he knows this league mostly for wrestlers but he'll prove that this guy can be one with packed with ton of punches... "Here I come... your name is?" He waited for her to respond to get the name out and after she, if she did say it, he'll rush in going for right jabs to her cheek. "Tss tss tss!"

Makie glared silently as Orin stared her down, feeling his eyes undressing her. She didn't flinch, making no sign of being intimidated or made uncomfortable as she continued to stare back at him. He fists clenched. I will defeat this guy, she thought to herself. I will beat him and leave him floored on the mat. Then he'll know he messed with the wrong girl.

As the bell rang, Orin pulled off his jacket, revealing his slender yet fit, tattooed body. As he asked Makie her name, she gave him a teasing grin. "Makie," she said, before suddenly rotating her body for a snap kick into his abdomen.

"Makie Akamatsu."

If her kick left Orin doubled over, as she hoped, then she would jump back, aiming to follow up with a drop kick to his head.

Orin wanted to give her one big nasty bruises with his hard rock fists, he wanted to strike first and fast while shes telling her name at him but out of nowhere...

"Oufff!" He was going to come in close to jab her pretty face but her kick went out fast to hit him in the stomach double him over, not before long that she comes right at him to dropkick at his head sending the man down on his back. "Gah!!" He was surprise of how well she did that to him, holding his head and rolling to his side until he could scramble up to his feet. He smile at her while backing off a bit to the ropes and chuckle a little before moving out towards her. "Heh... heh... that was good Makie... I wont let that happen again, you hear?"

Makie snorted nonchalantly at Orin's comment. "Keep dreaming, inkwell," she said, watching as Orin was slowly getting back up after she had briefly floored him. At the very least, Orin now knew to take her seriously, which meant that she now didn't have to worry about holding back.

Before Orin could get back up, Makie would run up to him while he was on his knees, stomping down on his back-- or, if he was pushing himself upright, axe-handling him in the back before following up with a stomp or a kick. She wanted to keep her tattooed opponent down and stunned for a bit, and she wasn't afraid to be a little brutal to do it.

Orin took a surprising kick to the stomach before a follow up dropkick to his face, it hurts like hell but being trained to get punched around, those two attacks almost like nothing yet its effective regardless. *Heh damn girl... hot n all but soon, your body will be my punching bag!* He though while trying to get up to his feet which Makie didnt seem to let him as she approaches to keep him down one way or another.

She went up to slam her fists down onto his back with her axe-handling to bring him down flat to the mat and follow up with some stomps too, pretty much pounding him down like a dough but still, he couldnt let himself beaten like that so easily! He tries to push himself up after one of her stomp to his back and tries to swing his right hard fist aiming above the knee of one of her legs before dropping back down, hoping to slow her down a bit. "HURGH!"

Makie stomped down ruthlessly on Orin, wanting to soften him up a little before moving on to some of her high-flying moves. Orin, however, apparently had no intention of taking any of this lying down-- even as Makie's boot slammed against his back, he pushed himself up a little and slammed a fist up right into her leg, just above her knee.

"AGH!" she gasped, stumbling back a little, thankful that Orin didn't hit her actual knee. Cursing, she responded by dropping down onto her knees, aiming to drive her fists into Orin's back with another axe-handle. If she managed this, then she would follow up by grabbing him by the head and pulling him to his feet in preparation for another move.

Orin was taken down with more slams of her fists and kicks, he tries to slow her down by forcing himself to lunge his strong fist right at her leg just above the kneecap, which she manage to hit before dropping down onto the mat, he pushes himself barely up until she slammed her double fists down onto his back again, flatten him. "GAH!"

Grumbling against the mat that his hit didnt do as effective as he wanted to, eventually was pulled up by his head slowly getting up to his knee as he clenches his fists tightly trying to punch to her side, around the kidneys and to her rib cages. "Hur! Hur! HUR HUR HUR!"

Makie had, at first, though that she had weakened Orin enough to take control of the match for now. Her tattooed opponent quickly proved her wrong, however: the moment she tried to drag him upright, his fist shot up, slamming hard into her side. "UGH!" she gasped, doubling over from the blow, and, in the process, releasing Orin's head.

Orin didn't just throw one punch, however: another one caught her just below the ribs. "AGH!" She staggered back, breathing heavily after Orin's repeated blows.