Fiery Hearts: Makie Akamatsu vs Mindy Priest

Makie's knee slammed again and again into Mindy's firm midsection, causing the muscle girl to grunt and gasp with each hit. Makie had expected the blows to keep Mindy flattened against the ropes, but instead, the American toppled forward, inadvertently leaning against Makie. The Japanese girl gave a surprised gasp as Mindy clinched with her like a boxer, her blonde head resting on her shoulder.

Not wanting to initiate a grapple with a larger opponent, Makie tried to twist around in Mindy's weak grip, hoping to get her back facing Mindy while wrapping an arm tightly around her short-haired head. "Gotcha," she breathed as she tried to keep her opponent under control. "And now for a little trip."

Unless Mindy found some way to counter her, Makie would burst into a run, tugging her larger opponent behind her, and leap forwards, aiming to bulldog Mindy face-first into the mat!

While Mindy supported herself against Makie, she breathed in and out rapidly, enduring the flaring pain that spread through her abs. She didn't really have a counterattack right now, she just wanted to stay on her feet, and so she clutched the Japanese girl, laying her chin on her shoulder and putting her arms around her figure.

Unfortunately for the rookie, this particular clinch was so loose it was next to useless when it came to restricting Makie's movements. Before she could transition into a tighter grip, the veteran turned around and put her on a headlock, forcing her to bend slightly forward. "A trip...?" She then felt Makie taking a step forward, dragging her along. Mindy's eyes snapped open in alert, and one of her arms went around Makie's belly, while the other flew to grab her nearest leg. She would also shift her weight backwards and down, trying to prevent Makie from doing whatever she had in mind; hopefully, the rookie would stop her on her tracks before she broke into a run. "No! We're not going anywhere!" It was quite a bit of bravado for someone with her head trapped in a lock, but she believed that her muscle power could keep the smaller girl in place.

Makie didn't have too much difficulty in twisting in Mindy's grip-- the muscle girl was already worn out a bit by those close-ranged punches, and the exertion of this intense match had caused Makie to perspire a little, making her a little more slippery in Mindy's grip. Spinning around so that her slender back was pressed against Mindy's orbs, Makie locked her foe's head tightly in a side headlock, raised an arm to her cheering fans, and burst into a run...

...only to stop in her tracks when Mindy, almost intuitively, wrapped her arms around her belly and leg. "Whaa--?!" Mindy gasped, almost losing her balance as the American took hold of her. She swayed, fighting to stay on her feet as Mindy once again grappled with her at close range. "Nngh, let go!" she exclaimed squirming against the American girl. The crowd was roaring in excitement, many of them now cheering on the rookie as the spirited Mindy fought back. Knowing that she couldn't afford another grappling contest against the muscle girl, Makie balled the fist of her free arm and started sending punch after punch into Mindy's face, hoping to 'persuade' her to release her.

Mindy latched onto Makie's arm and leg, nearly toppling her opponent with the unexpected grab, but after a moment both of them found their balance. They were now at an uneasy impasse; neither of them could move away from their spot, and their holds onto each other were so inconclusive that their struggle could easily become a mess for one of them if they made one false move.

Needless to say, the two girls didn't have equal opportunities in this situation. With her head locked in place and both hands occupied, Mindy's face was left completely exposed and undefended, and she could do nothing but groan as Makie's fist hit her again and again. But she wasn't willing to let go yet; in response to the repeated punches she decided to fight back by shifting her weight further back, trying to haul Makie off her feet! "I told you... to leave my face alone!" If she succeeded, she would arch back, attempting to swing the Japanese in an arc before slamming her down with a backdrop.

Makie felt her knuckles slam again and again into Mindy's face, each blow eliciting a grunt of pain from her opponent. Her free arm remained locked around Mindy's head, keeping the other girl trapped against her side even as Mindy wrapped her up with her own arms. Even as Makie punched Mindy, though, the other girl's grip refused to slacken. If anything, it felt like Mindy was tightening her grip.

The reason why suddenly became apparent when the muscle girl tilted backwards, lifting Makie up off her feet with ease. The Japanese girl's eyes widened as her world shifted backwards, and she could only give a cry of alarm before she was flipped head over heels and brought slamming down onto the small of her back. Makie's body jolted violently as she hit the mat, before she slumped weakly into a C-shape, her legs folding she lay stunned on her back.

Mindy fell back, carrying Makie with her and sending her crashing into the mat. After the backdrop, she then sat up, massaging her forehead. "Owie..." She knew that strikes to the face were allowed in a pro wrestling match, but she just hoped that Makie didn't have such a liking for them. Her nose was really hurting now! At least nothing was broken... but if she tried to do it again, then Mindy would show her a thing or two, oh she would!

As she turned her head around, she saw the Japanese in her downed position, with her shorts-clad butt high in the air and her legs folded. It was a good chance for a pin! Mindy got to her knees and shifted towards Makie; laying her body over the smaller girl's, she would grab the insides of her knees to push the legs down until they were close to Makie's head, bending her into a little ball. "Hey referee, her shoulders are on the mat! Start counting!"

"ONE!"

For a moment, Makie lay almost folded over, her butt raised unflatteringly in the air as she lay on her upper back, completely dazed. Slowly, gravity kicked in and she toppled over onto her side, barely moving despite the cries and roars of her many fans for her to get back up. In this position, she could offer no resistance as Mindy rolled her smaller body up for a pin.

As the countdown began, Makie showed no signs of life other than some faint breathing. The audience was on the edge of their seat. Could Makie have been knocked out by a single, brutal backdrop?

The referee girl looked closely at Makie's shoulders as she slapped the mat, ready to stop her count at any moment if the wrestler showed enough signs of life. Meanwhile, Mindy maintained her pin, doing her best to put her body weight into it and forcing the Japanese girl's legs down until her knees nearly touched the mat alongside her head.

More than a few cheers and catcalls came from the crowd; Mindy was, after all, in a bit of a compromising position herself, with her own ass up and her abs pressing snugly against Makie's upturned butt. It was only natural that two hot wrestlers in tight outfits would elicit this kind of reaction in a pin, but nevertheless the American blushed a little, trying to get over her own bashfulness and concentrate on keeping her opponent down.

"TWO!"

Makie groaned a little, body still aching from the powerful back body drop. She heard the catcalls of the crowd in the distance and feeling her body being rolled up snugly into an unflattering position. She blushed, the closeness of Mindy's body not helping at all. Hearing the ref girl counting down, she groaned, and twisted her lithe body underneath Mindy's and getting a shoulder up just in time.

She wasn't about to lose, she told herself. Not here, not now, and not to a rookie. But with her back hurting as it was, she was at an undeniable disadvantage right now...

As the referee went on with the count, Mindy looked down at Makie's face, and although at first the smaller girl looked pretty groggy it soon became clear that she was coming back to life. A movement of the eyes, a groan, a blush... was she going to try and escape? "Oh, please stay down! Stay down, stay down..."

But Mindy's wish was thrown out of the window when Makie twisted her body, raising a shoulder off the mat. The muscle girl let out a sigh. She was gonna have to work harder for this victory, after all. She stood still for another moment; the pin had been broken, but she didn't let go of Makie's legs, keeping her rolled up. She took a couple of seconds to think of her next move, and then went to action. First, she drove a knee into Makie's upturned back, hoping to keep her in check. She would then put her arms around Makie's hips and rise to her feet, trying to lift the Japanese off the mat and set her up so she would be sitting on Mindy's shoulders.