Makie vs Makoto - Makie's big match.

With the leg securely hooked by Makie the ref was able to count "!..1...2....3!"

Makie managed to pull off the win.

Hearing the bell ring, Makie knelt upright, arms raised in victory. "YES!" she shouted as she crowd cheered her. She felt the euphoric rush of victory swell up inside of her. She had done it. She had won big in an AFW match!

Springing to her feet, Makie rushed to a corner, standing up on the middle rope and raising her fist to the crowds. They were cheering her. They really were. Here and now, standing victorious after a hard-fought match, she was feeling what might be the greatest moment of her life.

If only my brothers and Midori-senpai could see me now, she thought.

Then her training kicked in. Not her training with Midori-- she had already used that quite effectively in this match. No, she was remembering something that Kyo had taught her. Something that she had been told that she must always do, regardless of who she fought.

Jumpign down from the corner post, Makie walked up to Makoto and extended a hand down towards the judoka. "Good match," she said.

Makoto glared at the hand. She was furious that this upstart had beaten her. If Makie had done her homework she might have realized that Makoto as a heel was probably not going to reciprocate her gesture of friendship and she might be exposing herself to some peril.

She would reach up a hand that might make Makie think she was going to shake, but then go for the lowblow...but not to the nether regions. No, Makoto considered herself more technical then that. Using her judo training, Makoto would aim the lowblow-like strike to the underneath of Makie's thigh, the leg she had worked on earlier, to try and deal some sudden and painful damage to muscle and try to temporarily cripple Makie.

Makie's eyes widened as Makoto suddenly struck out, her forearm striking at the underside of her thigh. Pain exploded in the muscle, and Makie heard herself shrieking in agony as she collapsed onto her back. Her eyes clenched shut as she clutched her thigh, sitting upright in a vain attempt to ease the pain. "That bitch!" she thought angrily, opening one eye to see what Makoto was up to now.

Makoto would then go up to makie as she lay on the ground and would try to lock in her infamous Knee Flexor submission hold, pkanning to put Makie in a world of hurt after her loss.

Before Makie could react, she was being grabbed by the leg. Gasping, she felt herself being rolled onto her front, and then before she knew it, Makoto was bending her hurting leg backwards, twisting sharply on her ankle.

"AAAAAGH!" she screamed, her fists pounding at the mat as Makoto worked her over. Her short-haired head sank down against the mat as the referee ran over, yelling at Makoto to let go.

Makoto would not let go. She was angry that this upstart managed to get a fluke win on her. Makoto would be unable to inflict permanent damage but she wanted Makie to remember tonight.

She torqued harder on Makie's lovely, naked legs trying to torture her relentlessly and make her scream as much as possible.

"You think you can just waltz in here and one up me?!"

Makie could only scream in response as Makoto tormented her further. Her body began to glisten with sweat as her leg was cruelly twisted. By this point, the referee began to grab Makoto, trying to pull her off of Makie.

For a while Makoto resisted, the feel of Makie's naked legs at her mercy nearly a turn on but then she finally let makie go, particularly when she felt the boyish girl would not be strong enough to get retribution on her.

Makoto was right. When she was finally released, Makie was curled up in a fetal position, clutching at her hurting leg and grimacing as she fought back tears of pain. Another ref ran into the ring to check on her as the first shoved Makoto back, yelling at her and demanding that she leave the ring. All the while, the bell rang a second time, as though to remind Makoto that Makie had already won.