Charity Fundraiser Match!

Kyo felt Holly twist in his grip, and heard the crowd clap as Holly managed to kick out. Sitting up, Kyo wiped the sweat from his eyes as he looked down at Holly, who was catching her breath after fighting to free herself. A part of him wanted to give the rookie a fighting chance, to make this match more entertaining...but he also knew that the most insulting thing he could do to Holly would be to go easy on her.

Grabbing at one of Holly's arms, Kyo moved to pull her up into a sitting position. He didn't give her long to appreciate her new position, however, before he knelt in behind her, wrapping an arm around her head and locking her in a rear sleeper hold! "No shame in tapping out now," he whispered to her as he locked in the hold. "You've had a good run, but you're not winning this match."

Gasping for air, Holly planted her palms on the mat and tried to push as much of herself off the mat as she could. "Whoo," she said, exhaling sharply as she struggled to recover. She could hear Blanco pounding his hand on the turnbuckle, as he tried to call her attention toward a tag. She could also hear the roar of the crowd, honestly quite surprised at the Brit's fighting spirit, and her ability to kick out. Honestly, Holly had surprised herself, too.

"Ah!" she cried, as Kyo took firm grip of her arm and pulled her onto her bum. In an instant, he had her trapped in a rear sleeper. "Eeeeyyyhnn!" she whimpered, as he twisted her neck back and cut off her air. Holly's fair face began to turn a deep, deep red. The ref was getting in there, now, asking Holly if she could continue the match.

For a second, her hand wavered over Kyo's arm. Trembling, as she debated giving it all up, right there. Then, hearing Blanco's voice, hearing the fans, Holly grit her teeth and closed her hand into a fist. Pushing her boots into the mat, Holly began to press her bottom off of the mat, and bridge her body away from Kyo. She could feel her soft chest pressing against Kyo's toned arm, as she bent herself backward into a c-shape. The move would hopefully give her space to then twist away from Kyo, pull back and pop her head out of his vice-like grip, falling back onto her bum in a bit more safety than she had, before.

Kyo gritted his teeth, feeling sweat roll down his forehead as he tried to keep the sleeper locked. The Brit girl was struggling furiously to escape, and keeping the hold locked was proving to be surprisingly difficult. Despite the absolute hammering she had taken from Makie, it was clear that Holly still had a lot left in the tank.

As the two struggled, Holly arched her back, her generous bosom brushing against Kyo's toned arm as her body curved to its fullest extent, inadvertently showing off her chest and curves to the crowd. The position allowed Kyo's free hand to cup Holly's chin and pull her back into a modified dragon sleeper, bending her a little further. "Tap!" he managed to say as he tried pushing Holly's flexibility to its limits.

Holly's tenacity won out, however, as her head slipped free of Kyo's grip, almost unbalancing him. Dropping to his knees, he wiped the sweat from his brow, quietly impressed by Holly's resilience. Crawling over towards her, he would try to roll her onto her front, lock his legs around one of her ankles, and cross his forearms across her head in a crossface/STF. Even as he applied the hold, however, the fans noted that Holly was not too far from the ropes, and Kyo's back was turned to Blanco...

"Hhhnnn!" Holly moaned, whimpering as she tried and failed to struggle away from Kyo. Before the Brit knew it, he was on top of her, twisting her onto her front and taking control of her weakly flailing limbs. There was nothing the British bombshell could do about it, as Kyo mounted her and twisted her limbs into position to trap her into the crossface/STF. "Eeeyahh! Ahhh! Hnn!" Holly cried out, moaning in agony as Kyo put unbearable pressure on her neck and spine.

Holly could see the ring ropes near her, and she reached out desperately for them. "P-please," she whimpered, as she grasped at them. Tears were running down the Brit's face, as she realized that she could finally, inevitably, be facing the end. She could feel her entire body, soft and trembling, being ground into the mat by Kyo's lean figure. Holly had done her best, and it seemed as though no matter what, that best wasn't going to be good enough ...

What she didn't see, however, was her partner. Blanco usually tried his best to let Holly rise or fall on her own, but that last please was just too much to take. He rushed into the ring at full speed, diving forward with a low missile dropkick aimed right at Kyo's back. Rolling off the strike, Blanco was immediately retreating back to his corner, simply hoping that he gave the Samurai of AFW a stiff enough strike to force a break. Holly, meanwhile, kept reaching out through her tear-strained vision to clutch for dear life toward the ropes.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats now as Kyo locked in the STF, one of his trademark submission holds. As Holly's upper back and head were stretched painfully, the crowd began to holler loudly, some chanting "TAP" over and over again while others urged Holly to crawl to the ropes and escape. Kyo clenched his teeth as he wrenched the hold tightly, feeling Holly quivering and trembling in his grip. It wouldn't be long now, he knew, before she tapped.

Except, Blanco clearly had other ideas: as Kyo's back was turned, the luchador rushed into the ring. Seeing her brother in trouble, Makie rushed in to intercept him, but was too late: Blanco's drop kick nailed Kyo squarely in the back. "UH!" he grunted, collapsing onto his front, groaning as he was left momentarily stunned. Seeing Blanco retreating out of the ring, Makie rushed through the ropes after him, ignoring the calls of the ref as she decided to get some payback.

Holly gasped loudly, face pressed into the mat, when she felt Kyo release the STF. The Brit had been dangerously close to tapping out right then and there, but it seemed she was going to get a moment's reprieve. Pushing herself halfway off the mat, Holly could still feel the tears running down her cheeks, the pain in her body making her head swim. She knew wrestling was going to be tough, but the Japanese duo had been pushing her to her limits, all night.

When Blanco retreated out of the ring, part of him had expected that to be the end of it. He wasn't too happy about breaking up the submission, but he figured that AFW might operate under the 'everybody gets one' rule that so many wrestling federations held to. Makie clearly disagreed, however, and was well on her way over to express that.

Holly watched Makie speed by, but kept an eye on Kyo. The wounded Brit was still in recovery mode, panting for air while trying to let her aching body rest. She wouldn't try to mount an offense on the samurai of AFW just yet, but hopefully she could prepare herself for whatever he might throw at her, next.

Kyo groaned as he lay on his front, temporarily stunned after being nailed from behind by Blanco. He could hear the crowd roaring in the background, and knew that he had to continue the fight. Groaning further, he kicked his leg against the mat, building up some energy with which to move, before gingerly starting to pick himself back up, unaware that Holly was steadily doing the same...

Makie, meanwhile, was in a rage as she chased Blanco out of the ring. Hopping down to the ring floor opposite him, she suddenly burst into a run, hoping to nail him with a close-ranged kick to the gut. "HYAA!"

Blanco knew he'd incurred Makie's wrath, but didn't know what he could really do about that. Launching any kind of counter-offense seemed unfair, given that neither of them were legal, in-ring competitors at the moment. His only hope was to evade; stepping around Makie at the last second, he hoped to get himself out of the radius of Makie's kick, bracing his arms over his gut to attempt to protect himself.

Holly, meanwhile, was still attempting to gather herself. She looked over to the ringside area, trying to see if Blanco was in position for a tag. Instead, she saw him trying to protect himself from the enraged Makie. Worried, the Brit turned her attention to the recovering Kyo, saw him getting up to his feet. In a panic, the Brit realized how much trouble she would actually be in, if Kyo was able to get back to his feet before her. So, the Brit acted. Rushing forward, Holly jumped Kyo, trying to hook him behind the knees and roll him onto his shoulder. Leaning in hard, Holly did her very best to scramble him into a folded schoolgirl rollup, legs in the air, ample chest pressed hard into the young man's face as she fought to keep him down.

Sweat dripped from Kyo's forehead as he rolled up to his knees. His back was throbbing with pain, but he wasn't out of the fight yet-- he heard the crowd clapping and stomping in unison, and pushed himself upright, breathing hard. A quick glance confirmed that Holly was doing the same, the plucky Brit showing herself to be a lot tougher than she had first let on.

No sooner had Kyo thought that, however, when Holly lunged at him, tackling him hard. "Whaaaggghkk--" he gasped as he crashed down onto his back. The next thing he knew, his leg was being hooked, his shoudlers were being pressed to the mat, and his vision was completely obscured by white lycra as Holly's chest was pressed into his face. He immediately blushed, both from the sensitive position, and from the lack of air. Giving a muffled cry, he pushed against Holly, trying to roll sideways and break the pin...

Makie, meanwhile, found her kick avoided at the last minute, her boot hammering against Blanco's blocking arms. Grimacing, Makie was about to launch another assault, when she suddenly realized that she was attacking Blanco outside the ring: none of this would count while Kyo and Holly were still in there. Taking a step back, Makie smiled at the luchador. "Lucky escape for you then."

Blanco shrugged, and held up his hands in a show of non-aggression. "I'll certainly take it," he said, walking back toward the ring steps. His arms were smarting from Makie's kick, delivered with impressive force. Grateful that things hadn't exploded into a full-blown melee, the luchador hopped from the ring steps, back to his spot on the apron, and looked back to the action in the ring.

Holly's pinfall attempt didn't even make it to the one-count, as Kyo threw her off. Still tired and hurting, there wasn't much the British girl could do to secure the pinfall. Hopefully, though, she'd managed to throw the Samurai of AFW off his game, a little bit, and buy herself some breathing room. Rolling back up to her feet, Holly took a deep breath, and she lunged.

Instead of lunging at her opponent, though, Holly was making her way to her own corner, to tag in the waiting Gato Blanco. The voices of the crowd rose as she did so, hoping the British girl could make the tag, and save herself from further beating. All of that, however, would depend on Kyo, and if he would be willing or able to keep her in the ring. Eyes clenched shut, hand outstretched as far she could get it, Holly could only jump, and hope.