An Unwanted Reunion (for Killcarrion)

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Kazuya seemed just as eager for this fight as Makie was: with an undramatic flourish, he flung his hoodie out of the ring, leaving just his undershirt and biceps on full display. Biceps that Makie remembered all too well, given how Kazuya had tried to choke the life out of her in more than one occasion in their last match. Even if it wasn't official, though, and even if it was just a spar, Makie told herself that this time would be different. This time, she was going to beat this bastard.

She glared at Kazuya. Kazuya glared at her.

The ref signalled for them to begin.

In an instant, she was running, sprinting at Kazuya: she had no intention of locking up with him: she had a lot of pent up aggression that she needed to release in the most direct way possible, with a running charge and a drop kick to hammer her boot right into Kazuya's face.

Unfortunately, Kazuya had the same idea.

"GUUUUNGH!" Makie barely even registered if her own kick had landed or not, as Kazuya's boot crashed into the side of her skull, snapping her head to the side. She listed, dazed, and then crumpled onto her side, blinking as she was left momentarily stunned by that heavy blow...

[killcarrion]

Makie wasn't the only one undergoing flashbacks in regard to their first encounter, in particular how the ferocious spitfire damn near pummeled Kazuya into unconsciousness with relentless elbow strikes. Underestimating just how aggressive Makie could be once she had rallied enough momentum behind her was a mistake he intended to circumvent this time around. Namely via taking the contentious fight straight to her right out of the damn gate instead of wasting time with bullshit grappling and submissions, at least not yet. Pure Beast Mode. Tacking on his own strikes meant to slow her down or stifle any gameplan she'd concoct later on down the match. Unfortunately, this was a plan of attack approved upon by Makie as well. "HAAAAAAGH!!!" Kazuya bellowed out when both competitors ended up connecting flush with into the side of eachother's faces, flooring both spiky-haired competitors now languishing on the canvas as a baffled referee merely stood in confusion between them. "RAGH...The Fuck...Sprinting headfirst into some kamikaze bullshit??!! Who the fuck just opens a match like that??!!" Kazuya snarled out with a hand covering his grimaced facials, lethargically arising with accusations directed towards Makie that could be interpreted as just a little hypocritical...

[Underdoggo]

The two of them had kicked each other at the same time.

In Makie's storied career, that had happened to her exceedingly rarely. That was because most of the time, both wrestlers had the presence of mine not to simply rush at one another feet-first. To the audience, it was some anime-level stuff; to wrestlers, it was incredibly idiotic and more than a little embarrassing. Rubbing her sore jaw, Makie began to push herself up to her feet, seeing Kazuya doing the same opposite her.

"It seemed good enough for you!" she snarled back, answering Kazuya's sniping with some of her own. Kipping back up to her feet, she once again sprinted forward, lunging at Kazuya...and then dropping low, aiming to sprint under and past him, before spinning around, aiming to slam her bare heel into the side of his head with an elegantly executed spinning kick!

[killcarrion]

The benefits of having this match take place within a secluded subsection of the fitness center instead of on the main stage in front of a worldwide audience were already beginning to become appreciated since it meant only the scant few people hanging around the ring were the ones who bore witness to that embarrassing little spectacle there. A hard-headed collision between enraged egos that Kazuya was only just now recovering from while soothing the same area on his jawline that Makie was. "Tch..." Kazuya sucked his teeth while arising just in time to catch Makie dashing straight towards him once again, except this time deciding to solidify his guard with raised arms and chin tucked down. A wise decision since it enabled him to stifle some of the impact from her masterful spin kick that was too fast for him to catch anyway. Somewhat rattled with a reflective wince, but afterward crouching down and sprinting straight ahead intending to catch the nimble Makie Akamatsu with a shoulder tackle into her abdomen with arms wrapped around her waist. If captured, Makie would wind up crashed back first into the corner turnbuckle behind her.

[Underdoggo]

Makie's head was still ringing from that brutal collision even as she rushed right at Kazuya, leg spinning around for a kick designed to stun him and leave him spinning, if not floor him outright. Or at least, it would have, if it had hit: to her consternation, instead her bare foot smacked against the guard of Kazuya's raised arm, forcing her to drop the foot back to the mat for a split second to regain her balance.

It was a split second that Kazuya ruthlessly exploited, as a second later his shoulder went ploughing into her midsection, just below her chest. "OOOOF!" she gasped as she was propelled upward off her feet...and then there was a tremendous crash as her backwas slammed against the turnbuckle. Agony flooded her spine, and her entire body jolted like a livewire before her upper body slumped forward, Makie dry heaving for air against Kazuya's bare back as she was momentarily pinned in place against the turnbuckle.

[killcarrion]

Channeling Kazuya's inner defensive linemen allowed the Prize Fighter the capability to capitalize on what was becoming Makie's noticeable obsession with attempting to plaster her barefoot square against his taciturn facials by any means necessary. His makeshift guard absorbing the brunt of her strike's velocity, behind which was unleashed a feral beast plowing his shoulder straight into her stomach and ended up sweeping Makie off her feet in only the most literal of manners rather anything romantic. Warm breaths panted against his back signaling Kazuya to rear back and nail another emphatic shoulder plunge into her breadbasket before standing upright and straightening himself out. "Tch...still got that same fire in yer eyes..." Kazuya oddly remarked once face to scowling face with the sister Akamatsu, but afterward using grips on the back of her athletic thighs to heft Makie into a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Situating Makie's legs over his shoulders. with his head tucked betwixt the valley of her legs before pivoting around for an attempted seated powerbomb...

[Underdoggo]

WHAM

A second shoulder ploughed into Makie's bare midsection, causing spittle and a rasping gasp of air to burst out as she slumped forwards, now practically lying against Kazuya's bare back as she gagged weakly for air. Kazuya didn't stay there long, instead slowly rising to her feet and leaving Makie slouched in the corner, barely managing to cling to the ropes for support. In typical Kazuya fashion, of course, he decided to say something snide-- or at least, something snide that masked itself as praise. Makie could only glare up at him even as she tried to hold herself upright.

The next thing Makie knew, her male opponent was using the grip on her thighs to hoist her uprwards so she was seated on his shoulders, his head situated firmly between her thighs. Makie was still panting hard for breath, but she knew what was coming; grimacing, she attempted to drive an elbow straight down onto Kazuya's blonde-haired crown, hoping to at least daze or stagger him.

And if she managed that, then she would drop back and twist her entire body around, hoping to use her legs to throw Kazuya head over heels in her trademark hurricanrana!

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Kazuya arose with the intention of taking a quick breather now that he had the veteran on the ropes, a position she might find vexing but nevertheless familiar. Obvious benefits aside when it came to embedding his shoulder into Makie's sunken abdomen, Kazuya appreciated the peace and quiet that came with his adversary no longer having the air in her lungs necessary in order to continue indignantly raving at him like a lunatic. Might be the only method of getting a word in edgewise around her. But as to whether he meant his words as a compliment or not...well he thinks he'll just leave that one up to interpretation. Kazuya opted to continue this spar by busting out an actual wrestling power move instead of his more tried and true strikes and submissions, the street punk heaving in exertion once Makie was settled on his shoulders with his head tucked between the snug warmth of her thighs. Shame that whatever view he might maybe have enjoyed became a distorted and warbled mess after being clocked on the crown of his head and sent spiraling towards the middle of the ring. "Hgh!!" Kazuya groused with his back splatting onto the canvas, attempting to turn onto his stomach and ascent except at a stilted pace...

[Underdoggo]

The ring shook as Makie's hurricanrana hit home, driving Kazuya hard into the ring. Dropping onto her front, Makie panted for breath as she sat upright. Opposite her, Kazuya was slowly rising to his hands and knees, looking decidedly worse for wear after taking the full force of that hurricanrana. Makie, however, was not about to let the jerk get to his feet.

Pushing herself upright, Makie took a few deep breaths before breaking into a run, dashing past Kazuya as he staggered to get upright. Bouncing off the ropes, Makie came rushing at Kazuya as he started to push himself upright, and dropped into a roll, aiming to deliver a perfectly timed leg drop across Kazuya's bare back, hoping to flatten him to the mat once again.