Triple Tag Team Mayhem!

To Toshio's surprise, Midori actually did lock up with him! He responded in kind, pushing against her aggressively, and the two of them locked, twisted and shoved against each other in a test of strength.

As his head rested against Midori's shoulder, Toshio made his move to seize the advantage. Shooting a knee up into Midori's midsection, he'd follow up by twisting around, grabbing Midori's head to flip her over his shoulder so that she landed, back-first against his outstretched knee. He was going to accede to Midori's wish and not go easy on her-- if anything, he was determined to make this match a rough one for her!

Midori struggled against him, starting to sweat and strain a bit. Then his knee hit her in the gut. She grunted, closing ehr eyes, jerking slightly though her ab muscles blocked some of the force from the blow. Therefore he would be able to headlock her but as he tried to flip her she would plant her feet and grab him around the waist hard to prevent herself from being tossed. However she closed her eyes and moaned a bit at the wrench on her head and neck.

Toshio gritted his teeth as he failed to flip Midori. He didn't relent in the side headlock however, instead squeezing her red-haired head tightly against his abs. Feeling her arms circle his midsection, he knew that they would stay locked this way until one of them broke the deadlock. Balling his fist, he sent two punches slamming into Midori's face, hoping to weaken her grip. If this was successful, he would drop down, trying to lie down on his side with Midori trapped in the headlock underneath him as he squeezed her tighter.

MIdori's gripped slackened a bit as the two fists pummeled her forehead. Toshio was then able to take Midori to the ground and work her over good eliciting a loud moa of pain from Midori.

Toshio's arms coiled tightly around Midori's head, muscles bulging as her poured his strength into the hold. "Give up!" he shouted, trying to make Midori's stay underneath him as damned uncomfortable as possible. Normally, he would actually be more playful with his female opponents, but....Midori had hurt his sister, dammit.

He knew, of course, that it would take more than this to make Midori submit. Good thing he was going to do more than this, he thought to himself...

Midori of course with ehr endurance would eventually be able to start inuring herself to the pain of this particular hold. Eventually when he senses were clear enough, she would reach over for the back of Toshio's neck and knee of one of his legs and suddenly try to roll him into a cradle. She doubted she would pin him right away but was hoping to take him by surprise and perhaps make him release her.

Toshio gasped as he was suddenly flipped over onto his back, Midori leaning over him for a pin. He swore, realizing that he should have known she would try something like this. Before the ref girl could even begin the countdown, however, he kicked out, hopefully with enough force to make Midori let go, after which he would roll back to his feet, preparing himself for any follow up attacks Midori might make.

Midori herself let go. The force of Toshio's kick out dazed her slightly and she would be getting up slowly to her feet. Was she open?

Whether Midori was open or not, Toshio was not letting the opportunity pass him by. He went rushing at Midori, raising his arm to fake a clothesline...and then spinning ducking low, moving to wrap his arms around her waist to lift and slam her down onto her back in an MMA-style takedown.

As Toshio went for the faked clothesline, Midori would still jump up and try for a standing dropkick to face.