Rock The Dragon/Like A Hurricane: Satomi Saito vs Makie Akamatsu

[Misfit_Alien]

Satomi was on the verge of dragging Makie up to her knees, aiming to embarrass her a little more...or perhaps bewitch her further with her unyielding charms and persuasive, sensual influence. However, the Dragon Empress would soon be shocked to see that Hurricane was far from slowing down, determined to fight until the bitter end in total resistance to the stuck-up, dragon-themed wrestler's arrogance. A swift uppercut would leave Satomi DAZED, rocking her as the world started to spin round and around. The impact left the woman stumbling in a punch-drunk stupor, staring up at the lights overhead until she tripped over herself, winding up against the ropes with an agonizing amount of pain coursing through her jaw as she kicked her feet, SLAMMING her boots into the canvas as she seethed with frustration and rage!!!

[Underdoggo]

Breathing hard, Makie stumbled up to her feet, shaking a little after the absolute pummeling she had received from Satomi. She wasn't in good shape, but all the same...right now, she was upright, she was angry, and she could hear the fans chanting her name. Right now, she had her second wind, and she wasn't going to waste it.

With a wordless yell, she charged at Satomi as the Dragon Empress was sprawled in the ropes. She leapt forward, both boots extended in a drop kick aimed at Satomi's chest or her face-- Makie wasn't particular about where she aimed, right now she just wanted payback on Satomi while she was vulnerable.

[Misfit_Alien]

Satomi was burning with rage, both women slowly growing more infuriated with the other, while deeper feelings simmered and continued to burn. Still, Satomi's primary goal was to crush Makie, establish her and her family's dominance over the Akamatsu Family. However, Makie had no intention of rolling over for her opponent, who relentlessly belittled her and her heritage...and who tried having her way with her in the middle of the ring. To say that the Hurricane was furious would be the understatement of the year. And so, that rage translated into a STIFF and DEVASTATING Dropkick aimed squarely at the Dragon Empress as Makie intended to show the world that this diva was just a loud-mouthed brat!

"OUGH!!!" Satomi grunted, her eyes widening behind her mask as Makie's boots left a fine imprint on her chest. A huge gasp of air was expelled from the woman's lungs. A deep and guttural wheeze soon followed the pained gasp as the dragon-themed woman was thrown backward, crashing onto the canvas in another tumble, and nearly slipping out of the ring as she crashed down in a heap, huffing and puffing while trying to regain her stamina. She felt a deep pain in her upper body, her chest rising and lowering frantically. It was hard to breathe, and even harder to compose herself as she limply kicked the mat over and over, writhing in agony and frustration.

[Underdoggo]

The crowd erupted into cheers as Makie struck back decisively, hammering both boots into Satomi's chest. The blow struck true, slamming Satomi backwards against the turnbuckle and sending her crumpling to the mat. Rolling to her feet, Makie took a brief moment to appreciate the damage. After slamming Makie around like a ragdoll, Satomi was now re-discovering just how hard Makie could hit. And Makie wasn't done with her yet, not by a long shot.

Leaning down, Makie grabbed a hold of Satomi's hair to yank her up to her feet. With Satomi now somewhat standing, Makie would rush past her, climbing the top rope, before leaping off to latch her legs around Satomi's head from behind! If all went according to plan, Makie would drop low, using her grip around Satomi's head to flip her head over heels and send her crashing onto her back with a modified hurricanrana!

[Misfit_Alien]

Satomi groaned weakly as Makie dragged her back to her feet. The pain coursing through her body was far more than what Makie thought, as the Dragon Empress was far less durable than some might think. Satomi's intensive training, god-given talents, and explosive prowess in the ring allowed her to dominate the competition without taking much damage, but should she lose any of her momentum...as the crowd was seeing now...she would prove to be quite the fragile glass cannon type of wrestler. It wasn't just the Dropkick or the uppercut, either. Every move Makie landed up to this point was wearing her down, the pain lingering in Satomi's body from the very beginning. Even as she fought through it with her performative theatrics, she was hurting on the inside, and now she was far too dazed to keep up the act.

So, when Makie threw herself from the top rope for a shot at a Modified Hurricanrana, there was very little that Satomi could do to save herself as her body didn't react to any of the signals sent by her brain. Despite internally screaming at her muscles to move, the Empress was trapped in the Hurricane's overwhelming force, swept up by the ferocious winds, swung around, and SLAMMED across the ring back-first, landing with another groan of pain as she arched her back, seething with anger but unable to do anything about it.

[Underdoggo]

Makie, for her part, was hurting a lot. There was only so much punishment her body could take, and Satomi had come close to reaching it with her rough treatment. But what Makie did have to make up for it was absolute stubbornness, a willingness to keep fighting even past the point that her body was starting to give up on her. Of course, the fact that she was angry right now helped, a lot. Right now, it was less about winning, less even about staying in this match, and more about punishing the haughty dragon empress.

Seeing Satomi sprawled on her back, Makie burst into another run, surging up to the ropes and rebounding off of them, flipping through the air as she ran back at Satomi. If all went according to plan, she would slam both her knees down onto Satomi's chest, landing in a sitting position on the other girl, before grabbing both of her legs to hook her in a hopefully decisive pinfall!

[Misfit_Alien]

"1...!!!"

"2...!!!"


"NO!!!" Satomi yelled, forcefully shoving Makie off her body, twisting her body and getting a shoulder off the mat just before the count of three, narrowly avoiding defeat at the hands of this stubborn, bottom-rung wrestler. The Dragon Empress felt such a searing pain in her ribs and chest, the weight of Makie bearing down on her with some added momentum to boot, rendering Satomi crushed beneath the dark gray-haired woman. It was only for an instant, yet it was a painful reminder to the masked, dragon-themed grappler that anything could decide the match's outcome. All it took was just a couple moves to render the would-be Empress weak, frail, and helpless. She had narrowly escaped a scathing and embarrassing defeat at the hands of Makie, all by the skin of her teeth.

To think that she had driven Satomi to such a low, this absolute nuisance...Satomi's adoration of Makie's physique would spare her no longer. For as good-looking as the woman might be, she had proven to be an aggravating opponent, one who wouldn't stay down, one who actually believed that she could take the Dragon Empress down. Maybe in her dreams-...

With a stiff grunt, Satomi rolled out of the ring, slipping beneath the bottom rope and heading to the outside, trying to catch her breath for a moment.

[Underdoggo]

Makie nearly thought she had Satomi there. After taking a battering from this haughty dragon woman, Makie thought she was finally making a comeback. And she wanted to make a comeback, dammit: given how much Satomi had been harassing her throughout this match, Makie wanted dearly to teach her a lesson, to show her that when you face Makie Akamatsu in the ring, you respect her, dammit.

But no: Satomi wasn't going down that easily. The dragon girl twisted sharply, throwing a surprised Makie off of her. Rolling to her feet, Makie saw Satomi rolling gingerly under the ropes. Makie's eyes narrowed: Satomi would not be escaping that easily.

Clambering up to the top rope, Makie took a deep breath. Then, taking a page from Manami Toyota's book, Makie would stand on the top rope, clapping to get the audience excited, before launching herself backwards, aiming to spring down at Satomi in a moonsault while she was picking herself back up!

[Misfit_Alien]

"Gh-, that little..." Satomi said, huffing and puffing while recoiling on the outside, finding a brief reprieve near the barricade, forced to crawl and stumble forward like a worm...inconceivable. To be driven this far and knocked this low by someone like Makie. It was infuriating and humiliating. Yet, as Satomi's blood boiled, her cheeks burned with a bright red hue behind her mask, her heart thumping in her chest. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to process these feelings for long, let along have enough time to catch her breath as she turned around while the crowd continued their incessant clapping and cheering all of a sudden, only to be met with the breathtaking sight that was Makie FLYING through the air like a graceful bird before crashing down atop the Dragon Empress like a meteor!!!

The massive Moonsault attempt went off without a hitch, and the pair of hot-tempered wrestlers were left in the aftermath on the outside, Satomi suffering the worst of it as Makie used her soft figure as an impromptu landing pad to cushion her fall. A low and guttural groan would leave her lips as she panted, sweating bullets and blushing red hot as Makie remained on top of her.

[Underdoggo]

SLAM!

The crowd went absolutely wild as Makie's moonsault hit home, the Hurricane living up to her name as she described a graceful arc through the air before descending on Satomi like lightning. She still grunted a little from the impact, but, just as she had hoped, Satomi cushioned most of her fall. The impact still jarred her shoulders and upper back, but, she knew, Satomi had absolutely taken the worst of it.

Rolling over onto the floor, Makie huffed and pushed herself up to her hands and knees, glancing down at Satomi where she lay in a heaving mass of pain after the moonsault had hit home. Unfortunately for the dragon girl, Makie wasn't done with her yet.

"Get the fuck up," Makie growled. Conscious that the ref was now starting the count out, Makie would nonetheless grab for Satomi's hair, trying to haul Satomi to her feet, drag her over to the announcer's desk and ram her face-first into it!