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

[Misfit_Alien]

"EGH-!!!" Satomi grunts, being knocked back by the surprise Enziguri kick, stumbling into the ropes behind her in a daze. Makie was proving to have a lot more fight in her than the Empress gave her credit for...but that just made the chase all the sweeter. Perhaps the Akamatsu clan had more backbone than she initially thought as well. It seemed like the more they fought and the more Satomi spoke, the greater Makie fought back to not only shut her up but actively disprove every notion that slipped from the Dragon Empress' lips. An interesting thought-...the way Makie stubbornly rose to the challenge each and every time as a means of defying this...in her mind...would-be 'empress' who talked a ton of smack.

Even as she came to realize that Satomi was worth her salt in the ring, the Hurricane didn't let that stop her...and it only served to make things far more entertaining for the black-clad heiress. She chuckles, her head aching slightly as she pulls herself together, getting up to her knees after being knocked down. The pain was excruciating, but it only served to motivate her further. The adrenaline was working overtime, and so was Satomi's mouth. "Hah-...keep telling yourself that...I've never known those of the Akamatsu dynasty to be such deluded fools~...But I suppose it tracks. You not only convince yourself you aren't interested in what I have to offer...but you also convince yourself that your family's legacy is superior~..." She said, grinning mischievously. "Worry not, dear Hurricane...I will endure your mighty torrents of wind and dispel these fantasies all the same~...and then you'll learn that my title as 'empress' is more than just a moniker~..."

Satomi ENJOYED the thrill of the hunt, the conquest, the warpath...two competitors unleashing all they have upon each other in order to prove that they were better than their foe, to not only achieve victory, but to cement themselves as the superior in their opponent's mind...and Satomi was dead set on ensuring that, after tonight, she was the only thing that Makie would think about. She stood back up and went at Makie again, looking to clash head-on with her with some back-and-forth chops to each other's chest...though her resilience left much to be desired, the bombastic and arrogant Empress let her enthusiasm carry her forward against her better judgment, opting to instead battle it out with Makie in a head-to-head slugfest of sorts, striking her upside her chest and goading Makie to do the same, to see who was stronger...who was tougher...who was BETTER.

[Underdoggo]

And just like that, Satomi was getting back up again.

Makie was flabbergasted. She had nailed that dragon bitch with a solid kick to the side of her skull. By rights, she should have been prone on the mat, looking at pretty stars. Instead, she was staggering back up to her feet, still running her mouth, still chuckling as though she were perfectly in control of the situation. Makie would have admired Satomi's sheer and utter tenacity if she weren't so damned annoying.

"I don't need my family legacy to prove to you that I'm better," Makie growled. Why the hell did this bitch keep bringing her family's legacy into things? "I'll just keep smacking you down until--" She was caught off guard by a sudden forearm chop from Satomi that smacked, hard, into her chest. Stinging pain shot through her stricken tits as she staggered back, gasping. "BITCH!" she snarled, lashing out to return the favour to Satomi with a brutal forearm chop of her own!

[Misfit_Alien]

Forearms fly and tensions grow thicker between the pair of combatants, with Makie and Satomi getting into quite the intense back-and-forth as they pummeled and pulverized one another. Satomi ate the forearm chop, staggering back for a moment, seething with rage and excitement while enduring the agonizing pain flaring up in her chest...but she wasn't done just yet. "Hah-...is that all you've got, Makie?!" She roared, returning fire with a stiff forearm strike to the woman's jaw, anticipating another attack incoming as the two continued this little slugfest...although, at this rate, it felt as if they were about to devolve into a full-blown cat fight. Two incredibly talented and gifted wrestlers from fairly distinguished and reputable families with long ties to the industry threw away their technical skills in exchange for pure brutality as a means to establish dominance over one another, hitting each other's bodies until one of them dropped.

Despite her more fragile, weaker constitution, the woman had no shortage of power...perhaps, if Makie could outlast her, she might be able to weather down this glass cannon opponent of hers...but the tricky part was how stubborn and mouthy the woman was. She took that kick like it was nothing and got right back to talking Makie's ear off, but it was all mental games. Satomi was ACHING, but she fought through it to feign toughness. However, Satomi was starting to feel the damage mounting up quickly, so she would look to counter Makie's next strike. Once successful, the Dragon Empress would opt to maneuver her way around to the woman's blind spot so that she could grab hold of her from behind and toss her backward with a Backbody Drop just to lay her out! "Know your PLACE!!!" She said, emphasizing her sentence with the slam as she drove Makie down across the canvas once more.

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[Underdoggo]

The ring resounded to the sound of forearms smacking hard as Makie and Satomi laid into each other, trading a furious barrage of forearm blows. Makie rocked as one forearm blow caught her in the jaw; hissing in pain, she nonetheless continued her attack, responding with a brutal forearm chop of her own into Satomi's chest. Her chest and head were both hurting from the continuous blows, but she absolutely refused to drop...and admittedly, she was more than a little surprised at how Satomi was still standing as well, given how many times Makie had hit her...

As Makie threw her arm for another chop, though, Satomi dodged. Gasping, Makie stumbled, unbalanced, giving Satomi enough time to swing around behind her and lock her arms around her midsection. Before Makie could counter, Satomi tilted back, ramming Makie head and shoulders-first into the mat! The smaller wrestler cried out, bouncing up off of the impact before flopping down onto her front, groaning from Satomi's brutal suplex.

[Misfit_Alien]

With Makie lying beside her, Satomi rolled onto her knees, huffing raggedly but still smirking. She had successfully managed to lay her opponent out once more, and with the ball in her court, that massive ego of hers was raging wildly. "Hah-...maybe now you'll start to understand how insurmountable the gap between us is, dear Makie~...no gust of wind could ever hope to derail the machinations of this empress...and there's certainly no escaping the jaws of this dragoness either~" She commented. She'd pick herself back up, shifting over to the nearest corner where she would lie in wait for Makie, desiring her to stand back up so she could make a flashy attempt at putting the woman down for GOOD. Once Makie started to stir from her daze, Satomi would climb up to the middle rope, bouncing on the cable to prepare herself for what was about to happen next...

If Makie couldn't react in time once she stood to her feet, she'd be left with a mere glance of Satomi flying through the air. The theatrical Japanese woman leaped from the second rope, backflipping over Makie in an attempt to secure the win with one of her finishing moves. In one fell swoop, Satomi would land behind Makie with a startling STOMP before wrapping her arms around the woman's waist and HOISTING her up in another spectacular display of strength and technique...power was not just overwhelming force, but total CONTROL...and if Makie wasn't strong enough to resist, then she'd suffer what Satomi liked to call...the Wrath of the Dragon, a Moonsault German Suplex!!!

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[Underdoggo]

"Nnmgh..." The back of Makie's head throbbed where Satomi had so inelegantly suplexed her into the mar. Gingerly, she pushed herself up to her hands and knees, rubbing the back of her head. Somewhere, past the faint ringing in her ears, Satomi was taunting her again. She really wished that dragon bitch would just shut up already.

With an aggravated grunt, Makie finally rose to her feet, and looked up...just in time to see Satomi gliding towards her, elegantly twirling down towards her in the air...

Instinctively, Makie ducked, feeling the rush of air as Satomi flew over her. Before she could spin around to face Satomi, though, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. "What--" she gasped, before she was lifted backwards in yet another suplex! "GAAAUGH!" she gasped as she was once again slammed back-first into the mat! Unless Satomi held onto her, Makie would crumple hard onto her front, groaning as she lay facedown on the mat in a ruined heap.

[Misfit_Alien]

Slamming Makie into the canvas the first time felt so GOOD, but something about this suplex felt even sweeter. Was it because it was so stylishly delivered? Or was Makie just THAT much fun to throw around? It could be both~...to the Dragon Empress, it was the greatest feeling in the world right now, taking her opponent on a devastating ride that she seemingly wouldn't recover from anytime soon. It was a magnificent suplex, made even better by the crowd's shocked reaction to Satomi's display and Makie's pained gasps and groans as she reacted to the painful impact of being cratered into the canvas once more. "Ah, even the sounds you make are just so appealing~...crushing you tonight is definitely going to be a highlight for me." Satomi chimed, grabbing hold of Makie by her hair, yanking her up from that crumpled up heap she left her in. "Look at you~...punch drunk and out of your league~..." She teased before robbing Makie's lips of a sweet, sensual kiss. It was brief, yet dominant, and it sent a message as well.

After that, Satomi would shove Makie back down and grab her by the ankles, rolling her up and folding her over so that her back was to the canvas while her legs loomed over her head, her leotard-clad ass hanging in the air with Satomi's palms playfully resting along those soft curves of hers as she attempted to pin her for the win. "It's been fun, dear 'Hurricane'...the 'breeze' you offered me was entertaining~..."

[Underdoggo]

Makie moaned against the mat as she lay facedown, barely moving after receiving two brutal suplexes in a row. Her back felt numb, and the most she could do was weakly kick with one of her legs. She was somewhat aware of many of the fans chanting her name in the background, urging her to get back up. She honestly wished that she could; she would have loved nothing more right now than to hop back to her feet and start kicking Satomi's ass. But as it was, she could barely move, and as much as she willed it, her hurting body just not respond.

Was this it? Was this how the match was going to end?

She gasped as her hair was yanked, and suddenly she felt Satomi practically peeling her off the ring. Groaning, she swayed as she was brought unsteadily up to her knees...and then suddenly she felt soft lips against hers. Warm breath. A moan against her lips.

She snapped open, the sensation like tingling electricity...just before she was folded over, one of her legs flipped back unflatteringly into the air. She blinked, in dizzy surprise and alarm, as the ref started the countdown.

"ONE...TWO..."

Realizing what was happening, Makie gave a cry of frustrated rage, and kicked out, getting a shoulder up. Her entire body was hurting, and it had taken a lot of effort to move just now. But none of that registered. Instead, the only thing that Makie could think of, right at that moment, was...

...did that dragon bitch just KISS me?!!!

[Misfit_Alien]

Makie's body felt so warm to Satomi, the way she curled up so nicely after being slammed into oblivion, nearly knocked unconscious by the blow. Satomi desired a LOT, but a ferocious competitor like the one before her was a rare sight...the more Satomi antagonized her, the sweeter and more tantalizing Makie became, like a forbidden fruit that Satomi wanted to devour more and more. She was certain that the match was over, but something with Makie exploded as she let out a wrathful war cry of sorts, kicking out just before the count of three!!! Much to Satomi's surprise...and delight...the other woman wasn't finished just yet, but Satomi wasn't worried. When Makie started to gather her focus again, Satomi thought this moment was a perfect time to taunt her foe. "Ohhh my~!!! Poor sleeping beauty~...Did I wake you from your sweet slumber with my divine lips?" Satomi teased, emphasizing the kiss they shared mere moments ago, not thinking much of Makie's burst of rage upon kicking out. The Dragon Empress would attempt to grab the woman, assuming that was basically the last of her stamina, unaware of the beast she had awakened within her opponent.

[Underdoggo]

Satomi didn't know the half of it. As battered and exhausted as she was, Makie was practically quivering with anger as the Dragon Empress began to hoist her up, lifting her shakily to her feet. Up to this point, Makie had endured loss after loss in LAW. She had been battered, slammed, driven to unconsciousness, humiliated...and now, to top it all off, her latest foe was pretty much trying to have her way with her.

Makie was not going to stand for this shit. Not at all.

Balling a fist, Makie let out a cry of rage as she shot it up, aiming to slam it against Satomi's chin in a brutal, close ranged uppercut! The crowd roared with excitement at this point: it seemed that the Hurricane DID have some stamina left, after all!