East vs North: Akamatsu Siblings vs Northman Siblings

At this point, Makie didn't want to wail on Michael any more than she needed to. Backing away from the Northman boy, she climbed up to the ropes, waiting for him to recover somewhat and, hopefully, get a little to her feet. She didn't want to try anything while he was still down, firstly, because there was the greater risk of him rolling out of the way, and second, that would increase the risk of her doing more damage than she intended to. Instead, she would sit on the second rope and, looking to the crowd, would clap her hands to get them to do the same.

Once Michael began staggering upright, though, Makie would spring off the ropes at him, aiming hook her legs around his head and nail him in a flying hurricanrana.

Michael would after a while start to rise on groggy feet and wasn't doing all too well to be honest, as he was hurting and not feeling very good at all. His back felt as if he truck had run over it and he shook his head to try and think of something but the pain. Though that wasn't helping much and soon as he turned over to look on at Makie who was on the top ropes...and right now she was coming at him.

Michael barley had any time to act and did the only thing he could, he dropped down onto his hands and knees and went to duck her jump and attempt to dodge her high flying attack as he went down and ducked under her legs and body to avoid getting caught.

As she climbed up to the top rope, Makie figured that this should be enough to finish Michael off. He had fought valiantly, and had even given her some trouble earlier on. Not nearly as much of a hurting as Cecilia had given her, mind you, though a part of Makie was still grateful to have held her own in the ring against Cecilia in the first place. But if she managed to defeat Michael here and now, then she and Kyo would have managed to defeat the famed Northman siblings.

Holding her breath, she sprang off the top rope. "COWABUNGA!" she shouted...

....and went wide-eyed as Michael ducked at the last minute, sending her sailing overhead and slamming, knees and face-first, into the mat behind him.

Colours danced across her vision as agony shot through her lower body. She bounced onto her side, and rolled onto her back, where she lay, moaning. Across the ring, Kyo shouted to her, hoping that she could still hear him.

"Makie! Tag me in!"

Michel shook his head a bit as he tried to clear any and all cobwebs that he might be having in his skull, she wasn't 100% sure what had happened up until the point when he moved up to his feet and looked over at Makie to see the girl down, Michael couldn't waste this chance and would quickly attempt and shake of his pain as best as he could, before moving up to Makie and attempt to turn the girl around so she was on her front.

Michael would then attempt and turn around so that he was facing away from Makie, all before he would attempt and jump back and then attempt to flip in the air, attempting to crash down with his front across Makie's to try and hit Makie with a standing moonsault.

Makie was breathing heavily as she tried to will herself to move. Her knees had taken the worse of the impact, though her lower body had gotten hit as well. Closing her eyes, she tried to move her legs-- they ached dully, but she was still able to bend one of her legs a little. That was good: even though she had screwed up royally, she hadn't crippled herself, at least.

Kyo's shouting suddenly brought her back to reality. She opened her eyes, just in time to see Michael soaring down towards her like a diver. "Shit--" she gasped, trying to roll out of the way. She moved too late. Michael crashed down on top of her, slamming down hard against her chest. "OOOOOPH!" Her body jerked as the air was expelled violenty from her lungs, and her slender body slumped to the mat under Michael, moaning.

Michael's standing moonsault seemed to have worked perfectly, it might not have been his deadliest move but it usually got the work down, at least most of the time it did. Though now he had a prime opportunity, from his position on top of Makie he quickly would attempt and grab on of her legs and hook her up for a pin. meanwhile Cecilia was looking on intently at how well Michael was doing at the moment and just how good everything seemed to be going for her kid brother.

The ref girl soon slid in beside them and would move in to slap her hand down once against the mat, shouting out " One!" as she did.

Makie groaned slightly as Michael's body draped on top of hers. She offered no resistance as the Swedish boy hooked her leg, and remained unmoving as the referee began the countdown. The crowd watched, eagerly, to see if the Northman siblings had won this match.

"One...two..."

"Nnnnngh...." Makie's body suddenly jerked to the side, barely getting a shoulder up in time. Her chest heaved slightly as she breathed heavily. It was plain to see that she was in trouble once again.

Michael wasn't sure if she was going to stay down for this time, but what he knew was that he had done a bit of damage to the girl and that was all that he needed to attempt and keep her down. Though after the two count she jerked her body to the side and got out of the count, something that caused Michael to sight as he moved up and off her all so that he could attempt and jump up and then crash down over Makie's chest with one of his legs in an attempt to hit the girl with a quick leg drop.

"Take this !"

"Ughn...." Makie groaned as she rolled onto her side, slowly rolling over onto her hands and knees. Trying to shut out the pain, she focused on getting back into the fight, and slowly but surely tried to push herself upwards....

....until, that is, she felt Michael's elbow slam hard into her back, jarring her spine and knocking the air from her lungs. "UGH!" she gasped, flattening against the mat from the blow, her head tilting sideways against the mat as she winced. "D...dammit..."

Michael rolled off of Makie after he managed to hit her and keep her down, Michael knew that he would have to take her seriously after all it was but a moment ago that she had been the one that had been dealing all the damage to him. So with that he would grab onto her head and attempt to pull her up to her feet, when there Michael would swiftly attempt and pull her head in under his armpit and move her hand around his neck.

Micheal's other hand would move down to grab at her shorts for leverage as he would attempt and use the move that was the first move which Cecilia had thought him, he would attempt and pull Makie up high into the air upside down all before falling backwards in a swift motion and attempting to slam Makie back with a vertical suplex.