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

[Misfit_Alien]

The Moonsault had Satomi reeling, serving as Makie's little cushion in the least enjoyable way possible. However, the worst part of this was that look Makie gave her as she growled her words at the Dragon Empress, taking her time and risking disqualification via count-out just to deliver more of a beatdown on the masked woman.

Case in point: Slamming Satomi's head into the announcer's desk.

A loud -BANG- could be heard when the head of the Empress collided with the desk, shocking the audience as they all gasped and winced in response, recoiling just from the sight of it, as Satomi had a much more personalized experience. "AUGH!!!" Satomi grunted, her head recoiling off the edge of the desk as her mask did little to cushion the blow, resulting in the Japanese woman collapsing back down to the floor on the outside. She hit the ground back-first, letting out a frustrated groan as she clutched at her face with her hands, reeling in pain and kicking the floor beneath her as her legs squirmed and spasmed in response. She slowly leaned up, looking at Makie from below...only to grit her teeth in frustration and try to kick at the woman's knee to try and knock her off-balance. "FUCK YOU!!!" She roared.

[Underdoggo]

Makie was conscious of the fact that the ref was now counting the two of them out: she had to get back into the ring, and fast. A part of her just wanted to leave Satomi out here to get counted out...but after the way the dragon girl had been going out of her way to humiliate her, Makie was not in the mood for leniency. No, she wanted to punish Satomi even more, even if that meant dragging her back into the ring with her.

She grabbed a hold of Satomi's hair, figuring that the dragon girl was still stunned after having her face introduced to the desk like that.

She was dead wrong.

Satomi's boot slammed hard into her knee. "AAAAUGH!" she shrieked, dropping Satomi and collapsing onto her side, clutching her now hurting knee. Around them, the crowd was shouting now as the ringside brawl between the two ladies continued, as did the countdown from the ref...

[Misfit_Alien]

Satomi couldn't believe it...to be driven to this point by such a woman. Such a woman...Her mind burned with thoughts of rage and fantasies of desire. Oh, how she wished to crush Makie beneath her heel until she was properly subjugated...yet simultaneously, she wanted to see that raging inferno burn brighter and brighter. If only to snuff it out at her own leisure. Still, to be brought this low by Makie was a massive insult, a mark against Satomi's pride. The Dragon Empress would not stand for such a slight, so she'd bring Makie crumbling down with her, kicking her knee to make her stagger and collapse. With Makie down and ailing from the intensifying pain, Satomi struck from the shadows, standing herself back up and grabbing a fistful of her opponent's hair.

"You're gonna regret EVER stepping in the ring with me-...you tactless, insubordinate, pathetic excuse of a wrestler!" Satomi said, prattling on before hoisting Makie over her shoulders, holding onto her tight as she positioned her, gripping both legs now as she stationed herself in front of the announcer's desk, the referee's count about halfway over as Satomi rushed to dish out some serious revenge on the woman. "This ends NOW, you fucking TRAMP-!!!" She said, gritting her teeth and planting her feet firmly before sending Makie CRASHING through the announcer's desk via an Alabama Slam...a rather crude and unorthodox move, but surely an uncouth and barbaric assault would befit a beast of a woman like Makie, who DARED to drag Satomi through the mud along with her.

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[Underdoggo]

Makie's knee was throbbing with pain now as she knelt, face twisted in a rictus of agony. She could barely move her leg, and right now all she could really do was prop herself up in a kneeling position, struggling to rise to her feet. "D...damn you..."

Her scalp burned as Satomi grabbed a handful of her hair to lift her up, and then she was hoisted up onto the dragon girl's shoulders. She gasped, grabbing the back of Satomi's head to retain her balance. She knew what was coming next, and balled a fist, swinging one, two, three punches down into Satomi's masked head to make her let go...

It would not be enough, as Satomi would then slam Makie down into the announcers table! There was a tremendous crack as the desk shattered from the impact, and Makie was left lying sprawled in the wreckage, staring up glassy-eyed at the ceiling, seemingly utterly broken by that slam...

[Misfit_Alien]

Despite Makie's attempts at resistance, Satomi powered through her desperate punches, managing to turn her over and SLAM her onto the desk with that ferocious Alabama Slam, a rather crass response that betrayed Satomi's otherwise dignified persona. At this point, however, she had no more patience to spare, certainly not for a 'cretin' like Makie Akamatsu. It felt so satisfying to drive her through the announcer's desk, to see it buckle and break beneath the woman's weight as it all came crashing down like a derelict building scheduled for demolition...and when the dust finally settled, the Dragon Empress was there to pick at the remains of whatever was left of the woman known as the Hurricane.

With an exhausted yet pretentious chuckle, Satomi stared down at Makie's shattered body, looming over her like a conqueror. "Should have remained in your place...you could have found a position for yourself and your meager family name by working beneath me, where you belong. But no-...worms like you must always poke your heads out of the ground instead of staying buried in the dirt. Now look at you...your ferocity got you nowhere, because in the end...you still wound up beneath me." She said, feeling as if there was nothing left for her to do here. Now that Makie was dismantled, she could walk away and leave her in the ashes of her pride...


"So much for the 'Akamatsu' legacy...pathetic, just like the rest-..." She muttered before turning away to head back to the ring, a little bit left on the count to avoid disqualification.

[Underdoggo]

The crowd was howling with disbelief now as Satomi brutally drove Makie through the table! From the view on the Titantron, they could see the lighter form of Makie lying sprawled amidst the wreckage, seemingly knocked out by the blow; around her the announcers were clearing the area, now reporting on the match from the sidelines now that their table had been wrecked. All around them, the fans were going wild at just how intense this match had gotten.

Even as Satomi rolled back into the ring, however, the referee made her way over to the seemingly unconscious Makie, and began the countdown.

"ONE...TWO..."

At first, Makie did not budge; the only sign of life was the soft rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes were closed as she lay seemingly unconscious amidst the wooden rubble. The crowd held their breath. Could this be it? Had Makie been KO'd?

"...THREE...FOUR..."

Then then, abruptly, Makie's body twisted; she raise an arm, and with a low groan, began to roll out of the wreckage of the announcer's table.

The crowd burst into cheers, many chanting Makie's name even as she finally rolled over onto her hands and knees and began to shakily push herself up to her hands and knees. It was clear that she was in bad shape, and the countdown was still going on, but for the time being, Makie was still in this match...

[Misfit_Alien]

Satomi was about to head back into the ring, only to hear a bit of groaning coming from the rubble of the announcer's desk. "You're joking." Satomi said under her breath, tightening her fists out of irritation. "You really insist on being that big of a THORN in my side? Worthless, talentless TRAMP." She said, refusing to abide by this act of defiance.

All Makie had to do was stay down. Why couldn't she STAY DOWN? Why did she refuse to obey? All these questions only infuriated Satomi further, causing her to lose sight of what was ahead of her as the referee continued to count. Meanwhile, the Dragon Empress, inches away from the ring, marched right back over to broken and belittled Makie, sorting through the wreckage as she tried to pull herself together and stand back up.

Even on her hands and knees, the woman was an eyesore to Satomi...a stepping stone that refused to be trampled upon. How ridiculous. This FARCE of a resistance would do her no good, but if being sent through the table wasn't enough, she'd drop Makie off in the stands and REALLY bury her for good. And so, Satomi confidently waltzed over to the ailing Akamatsu sibling, attempting to grab her by her hair and drag her to her feet...unbeknownst to her, Makie...even in her state of fragility...was biding her time, waiting for an opening to bring Satomi crashing down with her.

[Underdoggo]

"Kah...hhhahh..." Makie was on her hands and knees, panting hard as she struggled to get to her feet. Her entire body hurt from having been driven through the table, but she refused, absolutely REFUSED to be just dumpstered by her opponent like this. Around her, the fans began to clap in unison, urging Makie to her feet. Gritting her teeth, she tried to push onwards and upwards, limbs shaking unsteadily as she tried to rise...

Her scalp burned, and she cried out involuntarily as Satomi yanked her up to her feet. Her face burned from the pain...but also from anger at her foe. Even as she was pulled unsteadily up to her feet, Makie would ball a fist and try to sock Satomi across the jaw the moment she was standing again!