Round Three: Sarah Gatt vs Makoto Aihara (Complete)

Sarah blinked in surprise. She didn't know just what Makoto had done but suddenly it was harder to breath, and Makoto was hanging off her over the top ropes. Sarah's face turned red, not just from lack of air, but from growing anger. Maoto was becoming more trouble than she was worth. If she was gonna take her down she was gonna take her down hard.

Sarah would grip Makoto's legs tightly so she couldn't let go of the scissorhold, and then sudenly jump backwards into the ring, bringing the judo babe back with her. With Makoto on the top ropes she would fall down hard into the mat into a sort of powerbomb.

Makoto was powerbombed with a loud grunt. She rolled over on her side holding her ribs a bit.

Sarah wasted no time. As much as she wanted to torture this girl she had to wear Makoto down first. So Sarah would quickly grab the girl by her legs, and then stomp down HARD on her crotch.

Makoto gave another loud grunt as she was stomped. She bolted upright a bit, holding herself before falling back down.

Sarah didn't let go of Makoto's legs after the stomp, keeping hold of them with a dark grin on her face. "I can tell we're gonna have fun together," she sneered. "And try to scream a little, will you?" She would then stomp on Makoto's crotch three more times. With the last stomp she kept her foot pressed between the judo babe's legs, grinding her boot painfully into her sex.

Makoto gritted her teeth against the pain as Sarah went to stomp her more. Her grandfather's words came back to her form the harsh retraining she did since the Rose fed. After about two stomps the pain seemed to become kind of distant to Makoto. She reached up to grab the foot tightly as it came down for the stomp. She then tried to push the heel hard to the right with one hand while pulling the toes towards her to left with the other to try and severely twist Sarah's ankle.

With sadistic glee Sarah stomped on Makoto's crotch, knowing the damage would slow the girl down some. But again Makoto tharwted her with a rather painful counter. Wincing as her ankle was twisted Sarah was forced to wrench it back and remove it from Makoto's crotch before any lasting damage was done. But Sarah still had hold of the judo babe's legs. With an eerie smile Sarah would suddenly turn the girl over into a torturous boston crab, leaning back to pour the maximum amount of pressure to Makoto's back.

Makoto felt Sarah trying to turn her for the crab. A look of panic hit her face. No! She was not going to go through that again.

Makoto's training had made her stronger than her size suggested and at first he attempted to fight against being turned. Nonetheless Sarah was still stronger and she knew it was only a matter of time. Makoto tried another ploy. Taking advantage of Sarah holding her ankles, makoto used the strength in her legs to hoist her own upper body up so she could grab onto Sarah's head.

She would attempt to come up with a headbutt and then start punching away at her face, using both hands if Sarah was still holding her legs up.

Sarah couldn't believe it. What Makoto just did should have been physically impossible, and yet her head fully slammed into Sarah's forehead. Crying out in pain and surprise Sarah dropped Makoto's legs immediately, setting her back on the mat. Momentarily stunned she took the first few punches easily. And then, with a snarl, she retaliated. She would kick Makotot in her already injured crotch. If that worked and she hunched over as a result, Sarah would then drive her knee directly into the judo babe's face.

As Sarah went for the kick, Makoto backed away and threw a palm strike at Sarah's incoming shin to block, then she would follow with a palm strike to the midsection.