Keno Anderon and Mion Kiaragi vs Mariko and Yamato Ishii

Mion had recovered somewhat, her hair drooping over her fact. She was panting as sweat dripped down her sarashi, the Queen of Diamonds was taking every second she could to catch her breath. The Japanese girl was reminding herself of the time she and the Jack of Clubs traded blows in her parent's dojo, with the rough love making after it.

Meanwhile Keno thought he had the match won, he had Mariko pinned up like a Christmas present. Only for Yamato to come in and thwack the Jack of Clubs in the side of the head, the pain shooting into Keno's skull.

"Nghn!" Keno grunted out, he had moved to the side and lay on his belly. His gut reaction was to move his hands up and check his head for blood, although thankfully Yamato's attack hadn't busted the Jack of Clubs head open.

Mion however wasn't going to let that lay down, no sir. As hurt as the Queen of Diamonds was she knew she needed to do something. So with that in mind as Yamato made his way back to his corner, Mion dug down deep and charged forth into the ring. The Queen of Diamonds would fire her arm out for a clothesline, if it worked then no doubt it would send both her and Yamato outside the ring.

Yamato had managed to break the pin and keep the match going, and now he just needed Mariko to make the tag to get him back into it again. He had his arm outstretched as far as he possibly could, and with a loud shout, Mariko forced herself to leap forward and reached out, her fingertips barely brushing her brother's to make the tag!

But there was one major problem: the Queen of Diamonds. Yamato had been so focused on his sister he hadn't even noticed the woman speeding across the ring toward him. And no less than a second after he was tagged, Mion's clothesline sent both herself and the young man collapsing onto the floor outside the ring!

The crowd erupted with awestruck cheers at the carnage, as bodies were now laid out everywhere. In the ring, an exhausted and battered Mariko was motionless in her team's corner, still close to a dazed Jack of Clubs. And outside the ring, what could have been the Ishiis' saving grace was now trying to regain his bearings after his brutal crash onto the ringside floor, right by the Queen of Diamonds.

Finally, the ref moved toward the edge of the ring where she could see Yamato. Since he was the legal man for the Ishiis and was outside the ring, the ref began to count, waiting to see if he could make it back into the ring before it was too late.

"One!… Two!… Three!…"

Mion let out a small grunt as she landed outside the ring with Yamato in tow, the ensuing falling left the Queen of Diamonds in a crumpled heap. Not to mention that now her sarashi had busted open, she wore the thing to make her breasts smaller. Although she at least had the luck to by lying on her belly, hiding her ample D cup chest quite well.

The Queen of Diamonds knew however that what she had just done was vital, the Japanese girl was closing her eyes and resting now. Splayed outside the ring, breathing slowly up and down.

In the ring Keno was holding his head with one hand, doing his best to make the ringing in his head subside. He could hear what had happened and the Jack of Clubs knew that Mion had just bought valuable time. The more seconds he had the more time he had to catch his breath, for the Jack of Clubs was still the legal man.

Yamato's senses were ever so slowly coming back to him as he laid flat on his back on the floor outside the ring. And as his vision cleared up, the first thing he saw was the side of Mion's breast. And though he couldn't see it clearly, it seemed much larger than he'd remembered. "Whoa…" he said, though hearing the ref's count reach seven a second later suddenly brought the young man out of his thoughts.

"Crap!" he blurted out, finally realizing what his situation was. Grunting as he went, the older Ishii sibling grabbed the ring apron and pulled himself up to his knees, and heard the ref shout out "Nine!…" His mind was still scrambled somewhat, and he couldn't remember whether they used a ten or twenty count for countouts in the AFW. But as they say, better safe than sorry. And just before the count reached ten, Yamato threw himself under the bottom rope and rolled into the ring.

He'd broken the count, but even the act of pulling himself back into the ring had been tiring, and there was still the Jack of Clubs to deal with. And with Mariko barely even conscious as she rolled under the rope to the apron of their team's corner, it seemed Yamato was essentially on his own.

Grabbing the bottom rope, Yamato slowly once again began to pull himself up to a vertical base while keeping an eye on Keno, waiting to see if his foe would be getting back to his feet while also trying to recover enough that he could go on the offensive again if he got the chance.

Keno was really considering taking a nap, maybe after a bottle of beer. Over here in Japan though they had sake, and Keno was also griped that he was still not considered an adult in this country. But he needed to focus, the ringing in his head was something he was no stranger to. Considering his regular sparring partner was a highly trained girl like Mion, the Jack of Clubs had taken lots of hits in the past.

But the Jack of Clubs needed to focus up! Either that or face the "Drama Queen" that was the Ace of Spades. And that was something that no one ever wanted to suffer through, Keno spoke through personal history with the guy.

Realising that Yamato seemed to have made his way back into the ring, as Keno had no longer heard the ref counting. The Jack of Clubs dug down deep, and got himself back up. He was doing better than he thought, as he only spent a couple of seconds on his knees. Before slowly standing back up to face Yamato.

"Harg....hau...." Keno muttered out, he was trying to save his breath. As the Jack of Clubs figured he was going to need it....

With the ropes' assistance, Yamato continued pulling himself up on shaky legs, watching as the Jack of Clubs was doing the same in the center of the ring. Once both were to their feet, the crowd once again broke out into the dueling chants that had started in the opening moments of the bout.

It almost seemed ironic that the match seemed like it could be nearing its end at any moment, yet both sides were back to square one. But Yamato pushed the thought aside, trying to focus only on the task at hand. Glancing over to his corner, Yamato looked at his sister, who was still lying prone on the apron. Mariko only gave a weak smile and nod, letting her brother know she had faith in him.

Yamato then turned his gaze back to the man in the center of the ring, then slowly began to walk out to meet him. Hopefully the Jack of Clubs was just as tired and worn out as Yamato, and wouldn't be able to lash out and attack him first. And if that was the case, then as soon as he was close enough, the older Ishii sibling would attempt to hurl his right forearm into Keno's face.

Keno wasn't thinking about irony or anything like that, he was thinking "Damm my head hurts, where's Mion? Has Jake fainted dramatically yet? I love this fight!"

If his Mom was watching then no doubt she'd be real proud of the Jack of Clubs, even more so if Keno could somehow pull out a win. And Keno would need to try that now, as Yamato was now bearing down on him with offense. As Yamato neared him the Jack of Clubs saw he was going for an arm attack, and considering it was getting slung right at the head of Keno he knew he didn't want to be there.

Keno kicked in, he moved his body so his head wasn't there and moved his left arm around Yamato's front body. The Jack of Clubs moved his head so that it was now behind Yamato's arm, and then dug down deep and prepared to slam him down with a rock bottom. Yamato was close to the Jack of Clubs in height, Keno was going to for a feat of strength and hope to drive him down. It'd take a lot out of Keno as well, but in Vegas one gambled. And the Chinese brawler was betting it all on this move!

He might not've been the greatest in ring technician to say the least, but if he weren't already so tired, even Yamato would've planned something much more unpredictable. But as it was, the forearm shot was all he could think or will himself to try, and unfortunately anyone could've seen it coming from a mile away.

So it wasn't all that surprising when the Jack of Clubs avoided the strike. But what came next proved to be devastating for Yamato. Keno's arm moved around the older Ishii sibling's torso, before lifting him up and slamming him down back first onto the mat. "AGH!" Yamato shouted in pain upon impact.

In the Ishiis' corner, Mariko couldn't help but wince as the Jack of Clubs drove her brother onto the canvas, knowing how much that had to have hurt. She didn't doubt that Keno would be tired after exerting the energy to lift him like that, but that didn't make Yamato's situation much better. So she grabbed the nearest rope and, slow as a snail, began to pull herself back up. Mariko was still too exhausted to do much, but perhaps she could bail Yamato out of a bind if she needed to, though she wasn't certain she'd even be able to do that at this point.

The ring gave a resounding thud upon the impact of Yamato, Keno drove the point home there no doubt. Mion heard it outside and prayed that it wasn't the Jack of Clubs on the receiving end of that move, she couldn't really see as she was lying on her belly outside.

But thankfully it was Keno that had pulled the move off, and slammed Yamato into the canvas. With the Jack of Clubs letting go and lying on his side after it, but he knew that now was a good a time as any to seize victory. Keno needed to do it now before it was too late.

With that in mind Keno's eyes went wide and he began to crawl on his arms, as fast as he could and draped his right arm over Yamato's shoulders to start a pin attempt. With the ref beginning the one count.

Yamato’s body looked almost lifeless after being slammed down onto the mat, and remained completely motionless as the Jack of Clubs crawled to him and draped an arm over his shoulders. The referee immediately dropped by his body and slapped the mat to start the count.

“ONE!...”

By now Mariko had just made it to her feet, though she was still leaning against the ropes for support. She saw her brother being pinned in the center of the ring, and knew she was likely the only chance the Ishiis’ had of being able to continue. And so she pushed off the turnbuckle toward her brother in a race against time.

“TWO!...”

It was all or nothing, and with all the strength she could muster, Mariko dove out toward the two men in hopes of breaking the pin and keeping the match alive. So close, yet so far. And unfortunately for her, it was too little too late.

“THREE!” the referee said, the third count coming only half a second before Mariko made it to the two and pushed Keno off her brother. The bell rang to signal the end of the match, and Mariko groaned before panting on her hands and knees as the Vegas Quartet’s music began to play through the arena again.

Winners: Keno Anderson and Mion Kiaragi via pinfall