Charity Fundraiser Match!

"Mmmph...MMMPH!" Makie managed to muffle as she found herself increasingly smothered by Holly's generous bosom-- something that was no doubt being zoomed in on by anyone filming the match. That was bad enough, but the fact that Holly was also bending her arm the wrong way made matters worse! And so Makie did what she could to escape, flailing with her legs in a desperate attempt to latch on with a scissor.

And somehow, that desperate flailing did something. She managed to get a solid lock of her legs around Holly's legs, and pull her shapely opponent off of her. She sucked in air hungrily, even as she vindictively squeezed Holly between her strong legs. She felt Holly twisting and bridging, the Brit giving the audience a good view of her curves as she did so, and quickly Makie's grip began to slip. She breathed a curse as Holly slipped free, and Makie was sent rolling onto her front, breathing hard. Slowly and gingerly, she tried to push herself up, knowing that she'd have to think about tagging Kyo in soon....

Finally earning her freedom, Holly was gasping and panting for air. The bridge had worked, gotten her out of the leg scissor, but Makie had done some damage, reigniting all of the aches and pains that the young Japanese fighter had beaten into her, over the course of the night. The Brit felt like her lungs were going to burst, for how hard she was breathing in her attempts to keep up. Holly ran both hands through her thick black hair, trying to keep the sweat out of her eyes. Eventually, she glanced over at Makie, saw the girl getting back up. Desperately, Holly knew she had to try and stop her.

Getting up to her knees, wobbly and trying to keep upright, Holly reached out for Makie and tried to clasp a hand around the back of the Japanese girl's slender neck. Thrusting forward, Holly tried to deliver a hard elbow shot to her opponent's face. The blow was far from the hardest Holly could muster if she'd been at full strength, but she was giving it everything she got, putting all of her weight into that clumsy blow, throwing her body against Makie's in the process. What happened next would be up to Makie, though, how well she could take or avoid that strike, and what she would do in response.

Both wrestlers were down now, and struggling to get back to their feet after brutalizing one another. The audience was feeling the tension, and the crowd began to clap in unison, urging both Makie and Holly back to their feet. Makie fed off of the crowd's energy, using it to push past her weariness to prop herself up to her hands and knees. Shakily, she staggered to her feet, sweat dripping from her hair as she finally got up.

Suddenly, she was grabbed and spun around to face an equally weary-looking Holly. Before Makie could react, Holly slammed an elbow hard into her face. "UGH!" Makie grunted as colours danced across her vision. The blow sent her staggering around, and she barely managed to keep her balance. All thoughts of making the tag were abandoned: grimacing and breathing hard, she tried to lunge back in and return the favour with a forearm blow to Holly's head in return!

Holly could feel the energy of the crowd, as she tried to force her weary body upright. Makie had taken her further than she ever thought she could go, tonight, but the British bombshell wasn't ready to give up, just yet. The fans popped hard for her elbow strike, and Holly couldn't help but let out a loud moan as she followed through with the attack.

The British woman stood there, trying to ready herself for to deliver another strike as she stared down Makie. Then, before she knew what was happening, Makie's elbow swung out hard and fast and nailed her, square in the face. "AAUGH!" Holly cried out, head rocking back, sweat and tears flying up into the air as she rocked back.

Holly's arm hung limply behind her body, as she stared up at the ceiling lights. Just moments ago she'd felt so confident, so powerful, but the match had taken its toll on her. Rocking back on her heels, her entire body swaying the Brit finally collapsed. She fell spread-eagle onto the mat, arms splayed out above her head, chest rising and falling as she breathed. Holly raised her head, slightly, blinking, trying to recover as if Makie had just hit a reboot button on her skull.

Makie let out a loud yell as she launched herself against Holly, and was satisfied to feel her forearm impact solidly. Unfortunately, she soon discovered that she was in worse shape than she had thought-- a fact that was made evident when her lunge sent her sprawling onto the ring floor next to Holly. Facedown on the mat, she breathed lightly, her vision still a dazed kaleidescope from that earlier elbow to her skull.

She heard Kyo shouting something in the background, and groaned. "Shuudup...Kyo..." she managed to say. Foregoing the chance to go for a pin, she rolled sideways, and began to crawl, slowly, towards their corner, hoping to make the tag while she still could...

Staring up at the arena lights, Holly thought that the entire arena sounded as if it were underwater. She could hear the crowd chanting, she could hear her Blanco, calling out for her to get up and get to the corner. She could hear another voice, doing the same for Makie. What she couldn't do, however, was figure out which side of the ring was which.

Turning her head lazily, the Brit looked around, until she saw the svelte figure of her Japanese opponent slowly making her way toward her corner. Throwing up her arm, Holly rolled over onto all fours, like a dazed and confused dog, and grasped at Makie's ankle in a desperate attempt to stop her. It was a clumsy move, an unexpected one, and caused the fans to cry out in surprise. What remained to be seen, however, was if it would slow Makie down, or what was going to happen next.

The fans were clapping now, urging Makie to make the tag. She paid them no heed as she crawled towards her corner, fighting off the lingering dizziness from that blow to the head. She could see Kyo just ahead of her, leaning down to reach for her. Gingerly, she extended a hand as she crawled, hoping to make the tag as soon as possible...

A tug on her ankle suddenly yanked her back a bit. "WUFF!" she grunted as she flopped onto her front. Looking back, she saw Holly grabbing her ankle. Groaning, she tried to kick back with her free foot, though at this angle she was lashing out blindly, and was just as likely to miss the tenacious Brit.

Holly fingered at the boot of her opponent clumsily, but she still managed to get her fingers on the ankle of Makie's boot. "Hah!" she panted, still dizzy enough that it was a struggle to keep herself upright and following the Japanese wrestler. Collectively, the audience paused, Makie's momentum to her waiting partner stopped for the moment.

Then, that boot that Holly had so eagerly tried to catch up with lashed back. With her little face right at eye level with the boot, Holly took the strike full-on, dropping the Brit yet again. The crow'd clapping picked up again, the route open for Makie to make the tag to a fresh Kyo, Holly flat on the mat and in no position to stop her. Or Kyo, when he got into the ring.

Makie wasn't sure what she had hit with that wild kick of hers, but wherever it had landed, it worked-- the grip on her ankle was suddenly released. Now free, Makie was able to crawl all the way to her corner, reaching out to slap at Kyo's outstretched hand. The Akamatsus' fans cheered as Kyo stepped back into the ring to the aid of his younger sister.

With Holly flat on her face after taking a kick head-on, Kyo saw no need to use any moves on the poor girl. Not yet, anyway. Rolling Holly over, he dropped down against her, hooking one of her legs as the ref girl dropped down next to them to start the countdown.

"ONE..."

The crowd let out a cheer, as Makie's efforts paid off and she finally made it to her corner for the tag. As Kyo entered the ring, however, several in the crowd hushed. Blanco, particularly, was white-knuckling it. Now that he was in the ring, what was the Samurai of AFW going to do?

"Uuuhn ..." Holly moaned, beginning to lift her head. In a flash, Kyo was on top of her. One of her legs dangled lifelessly in the air, as he hooked her for the pin. Holly could feel the anticipation in the crowd, could feel Kyo's muscular figure pushing her soft and battered body againts the mat.

"TWO!"

Holly bit her lip hard, and shut her eyes hard. She mustered up every bit of strength left in her body, and tried to buck up from the hip. It was her last-ditch effort, a struggle to break free and keep herself alive in the match, to prove herself a fighter. It was also, likely, an enormous mistake, but all the Brit could think at the moment was that she desperately didn't want to go down, like this ...