Charity Fundraiser Match!

With a tremendous crash, Makie's slightly larger opponent went crashing to the mat, eliciting a chorus of cheers from Makie's fans. Kneeling upright from where she'd landed on her front, Makie smiled and clapped back at the audience, before turning to face Holly. In an instant, she dove across the Brit's heaving chest, hooking one of her thighs in a pinfall.

"One..." the ref girl called. In the background, Kyo cheered his sister on. "You've got her, Makie!" Neither of them, however, expected Holly to simply let herself get pinned in the first few minutes of the match...

Holly's limbs swayed listlessly from side to side, as Makie pinned her body down to the mat. Holly's head was swimming in pain, dizzy and disoriented with the beating she was taking.

"Two!" the ref counted, and Holly's brown eyes shot wide open. Twisting her torso, she bucked upward to get her shoulders off the mat, breaking the pin. One of her thick legs shoved against Makie, trying to push her off. Holly rolled through, trying to put some distance between herself and her opponent.

Pulling up onto all fours, the young Brit wiped the sweat off of her brow. "You little slag," she gasped, shoulders heaving as she panted. "I'm going to make you pay for that ..." Not that the recovering Brit was in any position to do so at the moment, of course.

Makie got to the count of to before Holly suddenly kicked off, throwing the lighter Japanese girl off of her. Rolling back up to her knees, Makie saw Holly retreating, crawling away from her and huffing indignantly. Smiling, Makie turned to the crowd and raised her arms in an innocent expression, before moving after the crawling Brit.

Running forwards, she would jumping forward to drop down, butt-first, onto Holly's back. If she managed that, then she would waste no time in cupping Holly's chin, adding to her woes with a camel clutch!

As Holly fumbled on the mat, she felt acutely aware of how badly she was wrestling. Even for a first match, she chided herself, this was bad. "AH!" she cried out, shocked out of her reverie as Makie mounted her, having no response ready as Makie twisted her spine back into a camel clutch.

"Aahhnn!" she whined, chest heaving as she fought to breathe. The move was compressing her spine roughly, grinding her shoulderblades together. She reached her hand out desperately, but was clearly far from being able to make a tag.

The ref came down, asking if Holly wanted to submit, here. Red-faced and humiliated, Holly actually considered it, her trembling lips beginning to respond. Blanco began pounding on the turnbuckle, getting a clap going amongst the audience. Holly bit her lip, tried to remember what she was fighting here for, and then shook her head violently. Grasping Makie's arm as firmly as she could, Holly began to try and pry her chin free of the hold and fight her way out from beneath her opponent.

Makie clenched her teeth as she leaned back, pouring more and more pressure into the camel clutch. It was early in the match and she already had Holly on the defensive, but to her credit, Holly wasn't giving up. So far, her plan to wear the Brit down was working.

"You're very flexible, milady," Makie teased, "but all that groaning of yours isn't proper behaviour for a lady--" Her mocking was interrupted as her arms were suddenly grabbed. "Tch," she gasped as Makie redoubled her efforts to get free. Feeling her grip loosening, Makie stood up, using her grip on Holly's head to pull her up as well. Once they were up, Makie would knee Holly once in the gut, before whipping her across the ring....aiming duck past her, leap onto the opposite ropes, and take her British opponent down with an aerial kick!

"Hhhggnnnnn!" Holly whined, long and loud, as Makie wrenched her neck and spine in the camel clutch. Her hands flailed about, a bit, balled into fists and released, but Holly wouldn't allow herself to tap.

Makie's teasing made her blush, adding extra embarrassment onto the Brit's frustration. It made catching hold of Makie's wrist that much more satisfying, the chance to make the Japanese vet eat her words! Unfortunately, Makie was ready for it, yanking Holly up to her feet before the poor Brit knew what was happening.

"Ooo-er, you little- ooofft!" Holly's words were cut short by a knee straight into her soft belly, knocking the wind out of her. Staggering, it was easy work for Makie to send her bounding into the ropes, for a second time in the match. Holly's brow furrowed in pain, shaking her head as she ran, tyring to get her head sorted and get herself back into the fight. The dig of the ropes into her back, before their recoil threw her back toward the center of the ring, was enough to rouse her. Not in time to save her, unfortunately.

As Holly's body was bounced back to Makie, she looked up just in time to see the young Akamatsu flying through the air, boots aimed square at her. Throwing up her arms, Holly attempted to block the strike, trying to keep Makie from punishing her body any more than it already was. Hitting the mat flat, Holly's legs splayed upwards, before slowly drifing down. The Brit covered her face with her hands, gasping for air, still trying to collect herself. In her corner, she could hear Blanco clapping rhythmically, trying to get some of the crowd into it, keeping Holly focused on something so that she wouldn't pass out. The Brit clenched her fists, gasping for breath, trying to gather her strentgh in the hopes that an opening would present itself soon.

Makie's heart leapt just as she did, her body flying outwards at high velocity as she soared at her opponent. These were the parts of the match that always thrilled her the most-- the high-flying, high-risk moves that could always do a lot of damage if they landed, but could also backfire horribly if the opponent countered. Fortunately for Makie, however, Holly's comparative lack of experience and composure showed, as she was nailed hard by Makie's kick, the blow sending her splaying onto her back.

Landing on her butt, Makie raised her arms with a triumphant "Whoo!" before rolling over to Holly and lying across her, hooking one of her legs for the pin. In an instant, the ref girl was starting the countdown. "ONE..."

The rattling of the ring echoed in Holly's ears as she was laid out. The crowd was cheering loudly, impressed at the bravery of Makie's daring flying kick, and with its accuracy. Holly would have been impressed too, if she'd been watching it from ringside and not being forced to eat it ...

The Brit shook her head as she heard the ref's voice, again. The repeated pin attempts were taking their toll on Holly's confidence; how any times had Makie nearly put her away, this quickly in the match? Her arms windmilled, helplessly. She'd taken Makie's kick hard, but there was no time for her to try and shake it off. Not now.

"TWO!"

Biting her lip hard, Holly threw everything she had into a last-ditch effort to kick out. Thrusting her hips as hard as she could againts Makie, Holly tried to roll up onto her hip and throw her arm into the air. She threw everything she had into getting her shoulder off the mat, and staying in the match!

For the second time in a row, Makie managed to land a pinfall on Holly, after more or less dominating the early action. And for the second time in a row, Holly kicked out, stubbornly refusing to be pinned so early on. Rising to her knees, Makie brushed the hair out of her head and crossed her arms, staring down in annoyance at the panting Brit.

"Know what? I think we've gotten to know each other well enough," she said. "Maybe I should introduce you to my brother." And with that, Makie ran back to her corner and slapped Kyo's hand, making the tag. "Go get her," she whispered. Kyo, however, said nothing as he slid into the ring, and seemed to be in no hurry as he made his way towards Holly.

The crowd collectively held their breath now. Would Holly have to face Kyo now? Or would she manage to tag in her partner?

Holly sighed heavily, when she heard the count stop. She honestly wasn't completely sure if she was kicking out of that one, and the pressure of breaking pinfall after pinfall had gotten thoroughly under her skin. Peering up at Makie's annoyed face certainly wasn't helping her on that front, either.

The crowd's tension was palpable, as Makie tagged her brother. Holly was struggling back to her feet. She stumbled once, still reeling from the barrage Makie had leveled at her. She could hear some of her fans calling for her to tag. She could see Blanco, out of the corner of her eye, reaching over the top rope with a waiting hand. The crowd was waiting for it- even if they'd never seen him before in Japan, Blanco had his reputation in the west. The Akamatsus, of course, were known and loved competitors. It was just Holly, she realized, that had something to prove.

Back on her feet, Holly swayed a moment as Kyo entered the ring. Fans were waiting for her to dive for the tag, she could feel it. She raised her hand toward her partner, then stopped. Suddenly, the Brit shifted direction. When Kyo would approach her, Holly shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Eee-yyaahh!" Holly shouted, as she suddenly shot forward with a sharp kick. Putting all of the energy she had into it, the Brit sent a stiff, thick-legged blow right at Kyo, aiming to plant a boot as many inches into his abs as she could. A look of grim determination on her face, it seemed the posh British girl felt she had something to prove.