An Unwanted Reunion (for Killcarrion)

[Underdoggo]

Makie's chest is pumping air as she manages to kick out, flexing her hurting jaw still after taking the full force of Kazuya's brutal kick. A small part of her found that she hadn't minded the feeling of Kazuya's mostly bare body pressed down against hers, his heavy breath on her neck..it is a thought she quashes immediately, reminding herself of just how fucking insufferable Kazuya is.

He quickly proves to be even more insufferable, rolling Makie onto her front. Alarm bells blare in her mind far too late-- a second later Kazuya is on her back, hooking one of her legs back, stretching it painfully. A muffled cry of pain escapes her lips as she buries her face in the mat, her lower body being forced to arch painfully as Kazuya stretches her back...neither knowing nor caring how the move is causing her gym shorts to cling rather snugly to her athletic backside...

"In...your dreams!" she hisses, and without wasting a further breath, Makie dugs her elbows into the mat and begins the long, torturous crawl towards the ropes...

[killcarrion]

Kazuya typically did his best to eliminate any and all distractions in his life that could encumber whatever his ultimate goals were at the time, and his initial thought process when it came to cinching on an abrasive Boston Crab onto the anguished Akamatsu sibling was merely a manner of earning some justified payback for Makie's ruthless application of her own submission earlier in the match. Except once locked on, he'd be a bold-faced liar if he said that certain distractions weren't arising already once gawking down at the caked wiggle of Makie's wedgied rump right there beneath him. Whatever the hell he was feeling right now earnestly reminded him of the occasional pleasantness felt whenever he'd become swathed atop the manic tomboy...but chalking it up to some kinda hallucination due to lack of water or something. Dictating the course of the match came first and foremost as he shuffled in lockstep alongside Makie crawling to her tethered salvation, cranking back her strained leg until the referee signaled for the break once she reached the bottom rope and his immediately releasing the submission. "Tch, yer one stubborn SOB, ya know that?..." Kazuya remarked as he reached for a handful of his adversary's spiky locks as a hefting clench back to her wobbly feet, hooking her arms over the top rope before attempting a searing knife-edge chop to her heaving jubblies...