Come at me Bro!

[Caborn]

Mako would race against time as she hurried to find a weapon before Army caught on. Hands shoving aside all the random sex toys she hid under there, most of which probably weren’t much use on the big guy, the shark would light up as her right hand brushed against something made of wood. Grinning as she grabbed a hold of it and brought it out, the woman would get herself a kendo stick. Meanwhile, Army was just about to check on the shark to see if she was ok. Either he was going easy on her or the guy forgot who he was talking to. So, looking up just as Army’s head poked out from on top of the ring, Mako would suddenly swing the kendo stick to give him a good whack upside the head.

THWAAACK

The shark might have put a little extra oomph in her swing to punish the guy. If there was anything she hated it was withholding sex and people asking if she was alright during fights. Clearly she was here to hit and get hit. If she didn’t want to get hurt the shark wouldn’t be fighting in the first place. So if she managed to stun the big guy with her swing, Mako would hurry back into the ring. Doing her best to ignore the pain she was in while trying to get back in there and hit Army with the kendo stick a few more times.

[BlackAkuma]

So, maybe this wasn’t Army’s brightest move. He could admit that. Call him a softy. Mako, for all her batshit craziness, was a friend, and he was worried that she might’ve injured herself. So he checked.

And for his concerns, he got a kendo stick in the face. Typical.

The blow cracked him upside the head and sent him flopping back into the ring, as stars danced across his vision. He laid there, blinking and dazed, as he heard Mako’s footsteps rapidly approaching, and she appeared above him soon enough, with the kendo stick held high. ”Wait-”

Mako did not wait. Instead, she brought the kendo stick crashing down on him, striking him again and again and again. He cried out with every blow, curling up at first, before he began to desperately crawl away, just wanting to make some space between himself and the psycho woman battering him to a pulp.

[Caborn]

THWACK...THWACK! THWACK!

The shark would give Army's back one hell of a tenderizing as she battered him with the knedo stick. Sure they were friends. But typically, she had a very different way of treating her friends. Where one might go easier on them...Mako actually gave everything she had. Anything less was an insult in her mind. If they were her enemies she'd flat out try to destroy them. Where as with friends she'd stop just shy of utter destruction. No broken bones or serious harm. Just light harm, some bleeding...maybe some friendly bruising. She was just quirky like that. So as she repeatedly pummeled Army's spine with the kendo stick...that was just her way of saying...you're a fun guy.

"Where you going buddy? Don't lie and tell me you're not loving this~" Mako would chuckle. After all, in her mind he had been having a blast beating the fuck out of her. Hell he even used her like a mallet to put a hole in her wall upstairs. This was like...mostly the same thing. So, wanting to keep Army from escaping, Mako would come up behind the man as he crawled away and reach forward with the kendo stick. Standing above her prey with him between her legs, the shark would try to pull back on the kendo stick against his throat. That way she could attempt to choke the poor guy in a makeshift standing camel clutch. Looking to bend his back a bit too so he'd be able to look up at her smilng face as she strangle him like any good friend would.

[BlackAkuma]

THWACK!

”Ah, fuck!”[/colob]

THWACK!

[color=#80000]”Jesus, Mako-”

THWACK!

”Christ’s sake-”

Honestly, Army couldn't even be mad. He kind of had this coming, didn’t he? Should’ve known better, and now he was paying for it.

Army crawled his way across the ring, battered by kendo stick shots every inch of the way. He knew from experience that it would hurt a lot worse than it actually was, that the shots would mostly just lean bruises at the worst, but fuck, was it hard to focus on that at the moment.

”Having the time of my life…” He groaned as she finally let up on the onslaught, but he strongly suspected that wasn’t going to be the end of it. Sure enough, he was proven right in the next moment, as she reached down, wrapped the kendo stick around his neck, took a seat on his back and pulled him into a tight camel clutch, one with the wood digging into his throat.

Army went into a frenzy, struggling beneath her and pulling at the stick, but it wasn’t getting him anywhere. He tried to crawl towards the ropes, even though he suspected she wouldn’t give a shit about rope breaks - call it a reflex.

[Caborn]

Mako would chuckle at hearing Army's cursing whenever she hit him. Each smack cutting his sentence short as she gave his back a beating. He'd definitly have marks to remember this fight tomorrow. Mako was looking forward to having her own in fact. Right now though, she was staying focused on the task at hand. Choking Army out like a bitch! "Hah! Never thought I'd be riding you like a horse...at least not on your back..." Mako would laugh as the big guy tried to grab himself across the ring with her still on top of him. Continuing to strangle him with the help of the kendo stick, the shark would wrench his neck back in order to impede his progress. "...You're not actually going for a rope break, right? Come on, you really think I'd make it that easy for ya?" she'd add, considering this little spar of theirs to be nothing less than a zero mercy, no holds barred, hardcore throwdown.

Still, she figured getting to the ropes might help him escape in other ways. So, Mako would start tilting to the side. Trying to turn both herself and Army over so that she'd be under him. That way the shark could keep choking him while her legs wrapped around and started squeezing his waist with a vice grip with her strong thighs.

[BlackAkuma]

Army had a monkey on his back, and that monkey’s name was Mako Adachi.

He fought for every inch, scraping along the canvas as she continued to choke him. The wood dug deep into Adam’s Apple, making every breath he took a struggle. He knew it wasn’t going to get him anywhere; the ropes weren’t going to make Mako, of all people, ease up on him, especially when there was no referee around to enforce the nonexistent rules.

It wouldn’t matter, anyway, because she stopped his efforts short long before he could even grasp them, rolling them over and clasping tight on his stomach with those steely legs. She made it pretty clear he wasn’t going anywhere, so fuck it. They’d do this the hard way.

Elbows. He started throwing them back, one after the other, trying to ram them into her side and give her enough incentive to get off. Lose the choke or lose her ribs, her choice.

[Caborn]

Mako would lick her lips as she Army struggling on top of her. She liked having the guy struggle for her. The woman's sadistic side in full effect as she choked Army like a little bitch. However, he was in fact NOT a little bitch. He was a big fucking brute who wasn't going to lay back and take it for Mako. Soon enough Army would start swinging his elbows back. Repeatedly drilling her in the ribs over and over as he fought to escape. Grunting whenever his elbows nailed her rib cage, the shark would grit her teeth and try to endure it at first. But there was no way she could unless she was ok with getting some broken ribs.

So, Mako would reluctantly release her hold on the man as she shoved him off of her. The shark wouldn't make it easy though, as she start kicking him in the back to make some distance between them. Getting back to her feet, Mako would then toss the kendo stick aside. She had fun with it sure. But the shark also loved beating her opponent's with her bare hands. So, waiting for Army to rise back up to his feet, Mako would suddenly rush the big guy. Looking to drill him with a running drop kick to see if she could knock him back into one of the corners.

[BlackAkuma]

”Get!” An elbow. ”Off!” Another elbow. ”Me!” And one more for good measure.

Mako was tough, Mako was crazier than a shithouse rat, but she was still, ostensibly, human, and had the same limitations as everyone else. Namely, if Army hit her enough and hard enough, he could make her give up just about anything, and that turned out to be the case. While she held out longer than he expected, she eventually let go, and he earned his freedom.

The price for it was a few kicks in the back, delivered as he was trying to suck in oxygen, which was none too pleasant, but way better than getting choked out by a fucking stick. Grimacing, he pushed up to his feet and shook it off, just in time to see Mako rushing his way with a head of steam.

Reflexes kicked in at the last second, barely saving him, as he threw himself to the side and let the dropkick fly past. When Mako hit the canvas, he took flight himself - he threw his body into the air, kicked his legs out, and attempted to come crashing down on her chest with all of his weight, hoping to nail her with a senton.

[Caborn]

Mako felt like she’d made a big mistake as she soared through the air. Partly because she threw away the kendo stick before she really needed to. But mostly because she wasn’t feeling the noticeable impact of her feet nailing someone in the chest. No the shark just kept going as she noticed Army had dodged out of the way at the last second. Cursing herself in her head, the shark would fly past her target before landing on her back with a loud thud. Grunting out from the impact but barely phased by it, the woman was about to get back up when she noticed a change in lighting above her. Without warning Army would come crashing down on top of her with senton. Crushing her body under his weight and practically flattening the shark.

“Ffffffffuuuckkk!” Mako cursed out loud as she was left wheezing from taking Army’s entire weight crashing on top of her. Honestly she felt like a damn book self had tipped over on top of her as she laid underneath the big guy. Groaning and reeling in pain as she barely had the strength to paw at his shoulders let alone push him off her. “You…heavy…mother…fucker…” she’d say, cursing Army’s weight as she stared up at the ceiling stunned.

[BlackAkuma]

Army was not, by any definition, a light guy. He was well over 200 pounds, and most of that was solid muscle. So, while he didn’t often go for the high-risk, high-reward moves, he was well aware that he could get a lot of mileage out of them if it was worth the risk to try them

This, he deemed, was worth it, and he was proven correct in short order, as it finally managed to make Mako slow down for a second. He lay there, breathing heavy on top of her, as she seethed beneath. ”Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Now, came the fun part. The more fun part.

Army huffed, spun back around, and threw his legs over Mako’s chest to straddle her waist. He reached up, went for her wrists, and tried to pin them over her head, hoping to keep her pinned down for the time being. ”Never did say what the rules were, Mako.” He pressed their foreheads together and stared her hard in the eyes. ”Any preference?”