A Hardcore in Ring Debut - Mako vs. Marius - Pollice Verso

[MarsExulte]

"Nullum tempus sicut praesens..."

The gladiator thought to himself as he sat on the palates behind the gorilla position.

It was no time like the present. He had to debut eventually. Why not now? ....and with that, Marius took a breath, and walked through the curtain.



The opening chords of Civil War’s "Rome is Falling" ripped through the arena, sending the crowd into a frenzy. The roar of anticipation builds as the spotlight hits the entrance ramp, revealing Marius Scipio. He makes his way to the ring with a commanding presence, clad in gladiator-style trunks, rugged wrestling boots, and adorned with taped and studded wrist wraps and a fierce headband. He slapped a few hands, before making his way to the ring, taking his time to strut, measuredly, to the ring steps and called for a microphone.



The mic found his hands instantly, catching the tossed speech amplifier with grace and dexterity as it flew from midair. His first words in L.A.W, lifting the microphone to his lips.

"Friends, ROMANS, Countrymen...lend me your ears!"

There was a MASSIVE pop, surprisingly. Here he was, a newcomer, but the Roman gimmick just seemed to work. The fans were buying it. A Roman in L.A.W? Why not?

"Salve, my friends. It's come to my attention that L.A.W is where the real hardcore come to play. I've never feared doing anything hardcore. I need a real opponent to stake my claim, to plant my standard in your colorful federation...so, I offer a challenge. Mako Adachi! DELENDA! EST!"

Maybe it was calling for Mako's destruction. Maybe it was the promise of a war between the walls of the squared circle. But the fans reacted with a din of cheers that rocked the foundations of the building.

A few chants.

"MAY-KO! MAY-KO!" "ROME! ROME! ROME!"

Marius took a minute to drape his arms over the top rope and look to the entryway, seeing if the badass would take the bait....

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[Caborn]

Mako was indeed in the back as Marius made his grand challenge to her. However, the shark had no idea it was happening. Now while not would think the woman would be doing something cool or exciting, like sleeping with a woman, sleeping with multiple women, kicking ass in a brawl, or some combination of them all, none of that was the case. Instead, she was literally asleep at the wheel. The shark had been told her match tonight was rescheduled, and wouldn't be for a few days. So after giving a lot of people a lot of good reasons why they should find her a new fight (All of which involved her making a fight with them instead) the shark was waiting in her car for them to figure something out. Well it wasn't her car, she didn't own one. This was one of those promoters car. But she totally wasn't planning to trash it if they didn't find her a match. Ok she was...and she fell asleep waiting.

Mako might have been here all night if a random girl didn't start knocking on the car window. Snapping to attention, the shark immediately shouted something about "I'm not breaking anything!", before turning to see the women. Opening the car door, since she didn't have the keys and therefor could pull down the window, the woman quickly and calm asked what was up, hoping to down play this incident without gaining suspicion of any kind.

"Uuuuhhh hey...you're Mako, right? Aren't you supposed to be having a match right now?" the big woman asked, appearing suspiciously like a giant female stay puff marshmallow girl in human form.

"Nah...not yet at least. Apparently mine was rescheduled...but they're gonna find me a new one if they know what's good for their kneecaps..." Mako would say before the conversation took a dark turn.

"Oh...well what about the guy in the ring who's calling you out?" the woman replied, earning herself a long silence.

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"FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! PUSSY! FUCKING SHIT! WHORE! FUUUUCK!" Mako yelled as she cursed her way down the hallway throwing off all her clothes and literally changing as she tried to sprint at the same time. She must've fallen over ten times, but not once did she slow down or try to learn her lesson. Flashing about two dozen people she would make her way to gorilla position to try and make it to accept her challenge from whoever wanted her. "Outta the way! I gotta fight! I said move fucker!" Mako would shout as she brushed past people before finally pulling up her wrestling briefs and fixing her top over her breasts. One of the promoters who rescheduled the match was there too, and the shark maaaaaaaaaay have went out of her way to push/tackle off his feet as way to get back at him before running out through the entrance.

Mako Adachi

The Shark's theme didn't even have a chance to play as she ran out onto the stage. Taking a few deep breathes, the woman would quickly try to accept the challenge while she still could...only to realize she didn't grab a microphone. Immediately she screamed "FUCK!", loud enough for the whole arena to hear before running back into gorilla position. Grabbing a mic from someone who obviously had the good sense to grab her one ahead of time, Mako would rush back out. Only before that she shoved the promoter on his ass again while yelling for him to stop fucking with her matches.

Now, running out once again this time with a microphone, the shark would greet her challenger. "I'M HERE!....Phew....I...I'm here....And I accept...your challenge..." the woman would say in between deep breathes. The laughs from the crowd put her at ease. At least they weren't booing her for taking so long. Taking a moment to get a look at whoever was challenging her, Mako would see a hot roman gladiator looking mother fucker. "Hey there...who're you?" she panted, getting herself some air as she asked who he was. After all, she'd never seen the guy before.

[MarsExulte]

”The fuck?!”

Underwhelmed, confused, and a little insulted, Marius didn’t know what to think. Mako? The hardcore shark? The badass bitch of the federation? This was her? She didn’t know who he was, she looked like she just crawled out of bed and she dressed like got her ring attire out of a coffee can. The gladiator whispered softly into his mic.

“Uh, y-you know, you kinda look like shit, if this isn’t a good time…”

The fans laughed as Marius continued.

”My name is Marius Domitian Scipio. You may remember me from a post last week chirping at you on social media. You sent me a tweet telling me to go fuck my mother.”

Huge pop and chants for the shark follow. MAKO! MAKO! Marius closes his eyes for a moment and holds his sinuses, fingers rubbing the nape of his nose intently before he continues. This was brutal, cringy and disappointing all at the same time, and he wanted to quickly get to the point.

“Yeah..told me to go fuck my mother, so, I don’t know if that narrows it down. You curse at quite a few people. The sound guy told me you told him to fuck his own face this morning. But I’m here now, I’m asking for a match. You’re one of the toughest superstars on the roster. You’re a hardcore queen. You got clout and I want it. For the glory of Rome, per oculus Aquila, I’ll see you at my feet and bring you back to the eternal city in golden chains!”

The fans start chanting for Marius now, erupting in cheers of ROMA! ROMA! as he took a few steps backward and gave her a bit of space to give her answer.

[Caborn]

Mako would look herself over...wondering if she really looked that bad. A little out of breath maybe. But otherwise she seemed fine. Deciding that Marius was full of it, the shark listened as he introduced himself. Saying that earlier in the week she had told him to fuck his mother. That didn't sound like her...if anything she'd be the one fucking his mother. The crowd was getting a laugh out of it, though, as they chanted her name. Still, Marius would go on to explain why he wanted to fight her. Claiming he'd take her own fame for himself by defeating her in the ring. Even claiming he'd take her back in golden chains a his prisoner before giving the woman a chance to speak.

"Kinky~" the shark chuckled, referring to the taking her back in chains. "So wait...just gotta check something real quick...did I fuck your mom? Cause if I did I know who you are. If I didn't...yeah no clue buddy. But hey thanks for the match! I was hoping to have a good throw down but the promoters fucking blue balled me." Mako explained as she started walking down the ring and sliding inside under the ropes. "So how do you wanna do this mister roma roma...do we bow first...do you have a little speech prepared...should we get naked...or wait...is that a greek thing? I don't really know the difference between romans and greeks." she would say, eager to start the fight with Marius.

[MarsExulte]

”Y-you..NO! My mother’s a saint!” The fans erupted once more, clamoring with laughter as Marius’s adam’s apple bobbed and his face turned crimson. He was embarrassed and flustered, that much was immediately apparent, as a bead of sweat dripped from his hairline and his eyebrows moved up. It wasn’t true. That doesn’t mean it didn’t strike a nerve. Or that the fans didn’t find it hilarious.

It was her second proclamation that got his blood boiling, though.

No difference between Romans and Greeks?! To equate the finest republic the world had ever seen, the finest empire to have ever existed, the glory of Rome to a bunch of oiled up goat eating pseudo intellectuals and fruitcakes?! Not on his watch! Not up in here.

Marius’ eyes bugged out wide as he held the mic back up to his lips, cheeks flourishing scarlet once more as he pictured the shark naked.

“That’s Greek! We-we don’t get naked! That’s the same kind of high-handed fruitcake nonsense that led to their society failing an-never-nevermind! I challenge you to a match! A hardcore, falls count anywhere match! Pins! Submissions! Anywhere you wanna go!”

The gladiator boy took a minute, blushing before backing up into his corner, and extended his hands against the ropes, stretching out his shoulders and easing out his knees, stretching his calves and hammys, never ceasing his glare across the ring.

[Caborn]

Mako watched as the man became easily flustered by her asking if she fucked his mom. A part of her wanted to say, saints can fuck, but she decided to let him have this one. The fans were laughing enough after all. Still, what really surprised her was how mad he got about the Greeks.

Then, when Mako mentioned wrestling naked he went off like she did when someone told her muscles don’t look good on women. Just without all the punching she did while berating the person for the horrible horrible thing they had said. Hearing him ramble on was pretty funny. “Wait what the fuck does this have to do with fruitcakes?” The shark blurted out, not sure why he mentioned them in the first place. However, hearing that he wanted a falls count anywhere match, the shark would start to grin eagerly.

“Ok Spartacus. I’m always down for a good fight. Let’s do this!” Mako said, smirking as she cracked her neck and raised her fists. “I always liked the Roman’s since they came up with amazons~” the shark added, in her mind owing the hot, muscular warriors women existence and her own muscle mommy addiction to them…not knowing that it was the Greeks.

[MarsExulte]

The Roman shuddered at the inaccuracy once more, his blue eyes staring intensely at the shark.

Was she being willfully ignorant? Or just trying to get his goat? No matter. They’d fight just the same.

Marius took a minute before listening intently, his legs coiled like springs, ready to snap into action. He hung low on the turnbuckle ropes in a stalking, Israel Adesanya-like perch, resembling the eagle on the Roman flag. She was an enemy of Rome, gorgeous shark lady or not, and she had to be dealt with.

Ding!

As if shot out of a cannon, Marius rushed forward, leaving his feet and going for a quick dropkick across the mat toward Mako, kicking out with his heels to the square of her center mass!

[Caborn]

Mako smirked as she continued to get under the man’s skin. It had been fun watching him go off on her over Roman. Still she was more interested in the fight than she was with tormenting with historical inaccuracies. So as the she watched him glaring at her from his corner, practically stewing in his anger as they waited for the bell. The duo wouldn’t have to wait long, as the bell would ring out in less than a minute. With her opponent charging head first, Mako would do the same. Running in to meet him head on!

However, this turned out to be a mistake as the shark suddenly found his boots buring themselves into her tits. As they clashed, Mako had made one mistake, and that was underestimating her opponent’s speed. Marius was a lot faster than she took him for. Maybe that was due to, in part, her pissing him off so much. There was no time worrying about that now though as the woman was busy getting dropkicked back into her corner!

Letting out a shout as she was kicked full speed by the wannabe Roman, and grunting as her back crashed against the turnbuckles, Mako would find herself on the defensive as the match began. Arms hooking around the ropes for support, the shark would watch as she reeled from that big kick.

[MarsExulte]

It was a quick, vicious kick into the ropes, his heels cracking against her tits as Marius kicked her into the turnbuckle, causing her to hit the pads with a crunch and slump over, strewn about the corner as a marionette draped over a boudoir.

..First minute’s mine. Good. Let’s bury her in the corner...

He thought to himself, before quickly snapping up to his feet. The Roman gripped the shark lady by her adorable chin, and arched a muscular arm back, before coming in with a heart punch attempt, trying to drive his knuckles hard into Mako’s chest and punch through his vulgar, streetwise opponent. For the cultured, it was a throwback to the days of Ox Baker. For the dirty, it was a tit punch.

”Ave Roma!!!!”

The gladiator boy let slip as he let his fist fly…aiming at the girl’s chest with bad intentions!

[Caborn]

Mako would take a second to rub her tits after taking a drop kick to her fun bags. That was probably going to leave a bruise in all honesty. However, seeing Marius walk right up to her and cup her chin, a thought crossed her mind. “This mother fucker is cockier than I am”, she thought while watching the man wind up a punch with his arm. Normally, Mako would’ve ducked under it and try to nail him with a German suplex. Tonight, though, she let him have it. Almost like a professional curtesy-“AAACK! THE BASTARD HIT ME IN THE FUCKING TIT!” the shark screamed in her head as he suddenly gave her a heart punch. One that buried itself in her breast meat, causing her to howl in fury!

“MOTHER FUCKER!” She cursed out loudly while holding her breast. Now she was ticked off and Marius wasn’t going to like what came next. Having leaned forward in pain, the shark would shoot out her shoulder, aiming it for his face to make the man back the fuck up. And to repay him for the tit punch, Mako would swing her other arm, looking to slap him across the chest with a vicious chop!