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.

[Underdoggo]

Kazuya's comment elicited a hiss of annoyance from Makie...though that was also in part due to the way he was fidgeting, making it harder to keep her hold locked in place. "Nnnnh...fine...then I'll just...keep going until..."

She trailed off as Kazuya got an arm free; she felt her grip on his chin coming loose as well. Cursing, Makie knew she was about to lose her hold, and acted preemptively; releasing the camel clutch, Makie stood up, pulling on Kazuya's arm to yank him back to his feet as well. Without a further word, she whipped him towards the ropes.

And came running at him on the rebound, leaping up to nail him with a bicycle kick...

[killcarrion]

Kazuya ascertained that the answer was pretty freaking obvious as to whether or not Makie's impeccable application of the submission was due to her veteran status, or merely fueled by her vehement contempt towards him. Sometimes he just has that effect on ladies. Kazuya's boots squealed and squeaked against the canvas with each concentrated shuffle of his legs, beads of sweat trickling down his anguished facials and stretched out torso as he fervently struggled until he'd eventually compelled Makie to release the torqued clutch...but not her stranglehold on the match. "Tch..." Kazuya flinching from the burning pangs in his back from the stretched submission as he was unwillingly yanked back to his feet and whipped across the ring. The street punk stampeding towards the ropes which bounced him back to the established veteran conspiring to clean his clock with a bicycle kick...which he ducked under at the last second. Kazu aiming to rebound off the ropes once again but as a malicious spiraling torpedo with his Beast Mode running uppercut aimed right for Makie's jawline.