Blue Thunder Mask vs. Makoto Takeda II - Beat It

It had been a huge risk going for a cutter over something more simplistic. Any time you threw yourself into a move that limited the visibly of your opponent, it was a huge risk. That was why he did it, because it wasn't something he would normally do. So far playing things safe and standard had gotten him hammered.

As Blue Thunder Mask dragged Makoto to the canvas, aided by gravity and his weight, the crowd exploded at the sudden change in momentum. He had gotten her good, he felt her bounce off of his shoulder as the impact transfer directly from him into her without a hitch. As he let his hand loose, she flopped away from the sheer force to topple to the mat opposite him. If there was any doubt how hard he hit her, the reaction she gave spoke volumes.

Rolling onto his chest, he was quick to push himself up to one knee, planting his good foot firmly on the mat. Rather than simply standing, he opted to spring up, kicking off the ground with one leg to immediately come back down next to Makoto, arm hooked tightly to drive his elbow down into her chest. He was going to make use of everything he could to preserve his leg while still being offensive. There was no doubt he was going to need it when she finally got back up.

Had this been any other foe, he would have tried to follow things up with a headlock, but he knew better. Leaving one of the girl's arms unoccupied as he cranked her skull would just him drilled by a punch, he might as well give her a free target. He needed to be s.art about his submissions with her, she literally pulled no punches when attempting to escape. As it stood now, he would just try to land the elbow, and drape his weight over her body, enough to go for a pinfall. Obviously it would fail, but it bought him time and made her have to waste effort to deal with it.

Shove back off of Makoto, he wobbled to his knees, nearly falling back. rather than fleeing him completely back out of the ring, she had opted to just turn herself over. While out of his immediate arm's reach, it did nothing to prevent him from pouncing on her as he already demonstrated her was capable of. Being this close to the ropes wasn't ideal, but he couldn't be picky at the moment. Any second he wasn't laying into her was a moment wasted. He lunged himself forward, trying to drop his weight down across her back squarely, it was doubtful to do much damage, it was only meant to keep her pinned to the canvas as he went to work.

he kicked his legs out, trying to capture one of her arms in a scissor hold to keep her from crawling, while his arms snapped out around her upper body. One hand slipped past her neck while the other tried to hook under her arm. the two would try to link up under her chin and wrench her backwards in a sharp tight motion. he would have preferred a full on choke, but he needed to keep her free arm up, locked between his arms to keep her from grabbing the ropes that were right there. His execution wasn't prize worthy, having more or less flopped onto her, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

He had wanted to say something to her, assert his dominant position with a few stinging words. He couldn't find the drive to jab at her verbally though. Even if he was building some solid momentum, the game was going to change the second they both stood up again. he needed to be working on her legs, or her body to wear out her breathing. Instead he was grasping at anything he could, trying to leave her in a position better suited to actually fighting her toe to toe. It was all going to go out the window the second weapons came out though. With any luck he could keep her from ever making good use of her chosen stipulation.

Blue Thunder Mask rolled his weight away along her back, steadily stealing more and more of her spine's give. He had locked her in faster than she had time to really react, getting more out of the hold than he originally had. She had managed to awkwardly reach around to pry at his hands. For the most part they weren't budging, a little her and there, but the likelihood of her being able to separate his interlocked fingers or slip his hands up over all the various parts of her face he could easily catch hold of was unlikely. Was this already over? She didn't appear to have a real answer for him. Surely it couldn't be that simple.

He lightened up the hold ever so slightly, enough to shift on her back to yank back hard on her head. That small window had been all she needed for what she intended. He felt his fingers on something softer, slightly wet, the sensation hadn't even registered until the hair on the back of his neck shot up in alarm as blinding pain jumped through his fingers as she bit down hard on him. If she had ever wanted to hear him yell out in pain again, this had been the quickest possible way to manage it. He couldn't recall the last time someone had bit his hands... maybe when he was a young child? It wasn't really a memory he had been keen to remember. he had been more than happy to release her, trying to yank his fingers from between her teeth, giving her a hard forearm strike to the back of her dome to try and give him some added incentive to let go.

"Really?!" Of all the things he had figured she would try, it hadn't even crossed his mind she was going to try take a chunk out of him. Even with what was on the line, their animosity towards one another, and the stipulation in place, somehow this had come across as being incredibly poor form. He wasn't sure what he expected from her, but he knew he wanted to break off for now. Trying to shove at her back, he would attempt to rise up and back himself away, clutching the hand that she took a bite of in his other hand. Thankfully she hadn't broken the skin or a bone, but it wasn't from lack of trying.

Blue Thunder Mask shook out his hand as he backed to his feet. This had been a rather intense start to a match, he was thankful for the brief lull in the action. It seemed Makoto was as well, actually taking the time to talk to him again. He shifted his weight, testing his bad leg as subtle as he could manage. Still bad, but more manage now that he had given it some time. He wasn't going to be running around the ring anytime soon though, not for long at least.

While she had a point, he still for some reason thought she was a bit better than that. He certainly didn't know why. His opinion of her waxed and waned moment by moment it seemed. What was it Stone saw in her again? He really really wanted to know because where he stood he was having a hard time finding it.

“Right, how silly of me.” He snickered softly as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes, if only to not let her out of his sight. “Speaking of, what's with that anyway? To scared to face me head on? Your girls did. Not setting a very good example for them.” he slowly raised his arms looking ready to grapple. Of course he didn't expect her to lock up with him, she had a history of trying to lay into him rather than play to wrestling conventions. He’d be ready if she tried.

He didn't appreciate her tone, while he hadn't dispatched Devine the way he was suppose to, that didn't change the fact the two of them had faced off and she surrendered. Despite not liking there had been a compromise on the outcome, he preferred to to the other possible end. As far as he was concerned, she had made to forfeit which was a victory whether Makoto liked it or not.

He hadn't been sure if Stone had picked a standard match to have a fair bout against him, but she certainly didn't lay down and let him win. She had been an impressive force, one that seemed as though it hadn't been tested against a proper for in quite some time. In the end he had managed to work around her strength and capitalize on one miscalculation. He was pretty sure if he hadn’t put her down when he did, they would still be fighting.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt offended on behalf of the other women more so than himself. He couldn't deny part of him wanted to use this, plant further seeds of doubt in the leaders mind to get in her head. It could be so effective if he played his cards right, especially if he admitted to Stone’s involvement before hand.

He wouldn't do it though. He couldn't imagine throwing Stone under the bus like that. While he didn't truly know her, she had come to him in an act of good faith. It wasn't her fault things spiraled out of control. Makoto might suspect, she might dig, but he would never justify her suspicions about either Stone or Devine so long as the other women aimed to keep it secret.

“Finally.” He cracked a smirk, ready to intercept as she came at him. With her momentum and low center of gravity, she managed to throw him back as they locked up. He awkwardly fumbled as his attempt to brace himself faltered at first due to his injured leg. Once he found his footing however he was able to lower his frame and push back to deadlock them. His weight on his bad leg was incredibly painful as she shoved at him, threatening to give in at any moment.

She was giving as good as she got in terms of push back, perhaps more. He threw his shoulder forward, trying to hook his arm around the back of her neck. Letting his bad leg slip away, he spun trying to drive his hip into her body. Using that as a pivot point he pulled, trying to whip Makoto over him to the mat with a headlock takedown which, if performed, would remained lock to crank at her head.