An Unwanted Reunion (for Killcarrion)

[Underdoggo]

If there were an audience watching right now, Makie knew, they probably would have winced as she delivered a near perfectly timed leg drop across Kazuya's back. Or they might have cheered; Makie would have preferred to think that they would have cheered. That simply meant that the pleasure of kicking Kazuya's ass would be hers to enjoy in relative isolation.

Rolling off of Kazuya, Makie casually brushed the hair out of her eyes and turned, shoving the heaving Kazuya onto his front. Sitting astride his back, Makie would move to drape his arms over her knees before wrenching back on his chin, pouring pressure on his neck and upper back with a camel clutch!

"Thinking of giving up yet?" she asked, not bothering to hide the vindictive smile on her face.

[killcarrion]

Kazuya's scarcely ever concerned himself with matters he deemed trivial and unimportant, examples of which being whether the audience approved or were impressed by his actions within the ring. Call him old fashioned, but actually winning the match became his top priority at all times whenever he squared up with someone, and he considered the actual audience to be a potential distraction. Unfortunately, in this particular situation he didn't exactly have that as an excuse to explain him getting flattened by a leg drop now nestled over the side of his face or the general downward trajectory of the match as a whole. Kazuya only just than beginning to arise underneath his own wearied cognition before becoming saddled by Makie's pert backside settled onto his spine and all the burdened weight anchoring him to the canvas, arms slung over her thighs in the preamble to a cinched in camel clutch. "...TCH...All I'm thinking of is how much you suck at yer job...and the stupid smile you probably have on yer face..." Kazuya's rasped words hacked through a visceral grimace, strained musculature stretched taut as he languished within the veteran’s clutches who was assuredly appreciating having the prize fighter squirming beneath her right about now.

[Underdoggo]

In their previous match, Makie remembered a lot of the punishing submission holds that Kazuya had inflicted upon her, relentlessly stretching her again and again to try to force a submission out of her. Which was why now it felt good to turn the tables, trapping Kazuya in a brutal camel clutch that left him grimacing and rasping as his neck and upper back were stretched. Of course, being Kazuya, he couldn't help but throw some insults her way even as she stretched away at him.

"One, my smile isn't stupid," she said, continuing to smile, "and two, if I suck so much at my job, why are you in so much pain right now? Better give while you still can, Kazuya!" She would continue to stretch away at Kazuya, forcing him to expend valuable energy to escape...though if he didn't tap then she would have to start thinking of alternatives soon...

[killcarrion]

Being stretched out by the Akamatsu sibling was beginning to take its strained toll almost immediately upon its intensified application, Kazuya's enduring about as much as he could from both the spine curving submission and Makie's hypocritical banter before beginning to make headway in formulating a method to break free of this obnoxious prison. "...Hgh...D'alright, fair nuff. Maybe ya don't suck at yer job...alot. Still, expectin' me to submit that easily. That's freakin' rich. This from the same chick who'd rather be knocked the hell out in a sleeperhold rather than submit herself. Yer crazy if you think I'm not gonna put up as much of a fight as you did back than..." Kazuya snarled out in reference to the harrowing manner in which their last match concluded before eventually attempting to jostle himself free via gradually forcing his chin down while squirming one arm off of her legs.