Yamato Ishii vs Abbey Abraxas

Despite Abbey's near escape, Yamato managed to reapply the headlock, and tossed the blonde over his hip. But something was off. With her being right around the same size as him, she definitely went further with the toss than Yamato had intended, or even thought he was capable of. Perhaps he just didn't know his own strength.

But what really happened became clear when Abbey used the momentum to ease her landing and spring back up to her feet. "Whoa, this chick's pretty crafty…" he said aloud to himself.

Yamato should've spent more time focusing and less time admiring his opponent's skill, which resulted in the brunette suddenly receiving a kick right to his stomach. "Gah!" he gasped, clutching an arm over his abdomen and hunching over in reaction to the strike.

abbey was quick when Yamat doubled over. As he reach to soothe his belly, Abbey grabbed the arm and twisted it painfully into a perfectly executed hammerlock. She pressed her big breasts into his back, to make sure his arm was pinned and leaned forward, her lips near his neck.

"If you're stronger than me, then I'll have to do things that you can't power out of, right, big boy?" She purred.

Yamato's opponent wasn't one to waste time, as he was about to find out. Just as his arm moved over his stomach, Abbey suddenly grabbed a hold of the limb and expertly applied a hammerlock, twisting it painfully behind his back.

"Aagh!" he grunted out in reaction to the pain that shot through his arm. But then, Abbey breasts pressed against his back as she leaned forward and spoke, the feeling of her warm breath against his neck and the taunting nature of her words causing his cheeks to go pink for a moment.

"Oh yeah? Well too bad for you I can power out of this!" he replied, attempting to squirm his arm free from her grasp. But his effort only added to the discomfort of the hold, so he quickly abandoned the attempt. "…or not."

Not exactly a genius in terms of technical wrestling, Yamato wasn't really sure what to do. Wrenching his arm free with brute strength didn't seem possible, so he instead just hurled the elbow of he free arm back at Abbey, hoping to strike her and possibly force her to release her hold.

Abbey grinned as Yamato tried to wriggle free. If he was going to struggle, he'd only end up hurting himself. Especially if he had no clue HOW to break the hold. Abby also knew how to defend against counters, which was why she was keeping her body so snuggably close. Still, Yamato's elbow was a good attempt, however, he was only tangling himself up more in Abbey's web.

The blond moved her head, pressing her face into his neck when the elbow shot backwards. Then, she hooked her free arm up to snag the elbow and keep his other arm trapped, though not as painfully.

Abbey grinned and pushed her knee forward, trying to get Yamato to bend his knees and keep him from stiffening up. "Ok, big boy, ready to go for a ride?"

Abbey would then grunt and try and use her own strength to lift Yamato off the ground and perform some kind of hammerlock/arm drag suplex/slam. She wasn't concerned with how cool it looked or how poorly it was named. She only cared if it did the job. Well, maybe she cared about the other stuff a little.

Though throwing the elbow like he did seemed like a good idea to Yamato initially, little did he know this would only make his situation go from bad to worse. The arm not only failed to force Abbey to break her hold, but ended up getting trapped just like the other one! "Crap!"

Yamato knew he was in trouble, but he couldn't find any immediate solution for his predicament. Abbey then forced him to bend his knees. And as she spoke, the feeling of her breath against his skin combined with her wonderful choice of words sent his mind off into the gutter for a moment. "Shouldn't you at least buy me dinner first?" he replied jokingly.

But Abbey would be the one getting the last laugh, as Yamato was suddenly lifted off his feet, and soon came crashing back down hard onto the mat! He might've had a slight advantage over his opponent in terms of pure strength, but Abbey was proving she was quite strong herself.

The blonde's unique suplex variation indeed did its job to perfection, and Yamato was now lying prone and dazed on the mat, just trying to figure out where he even was right now. "Ugh…"

Abbey pushed Yamato over so he was flat on his back after the suplex. She then grabbed his leg and rolled onto his chest to hook him into a pin. "I'll buy you a drink after, but if you think I'm a tease NOW, you're going to hate me in the morning!"

"ONE!"

Yamato hardly even knew what was going on as Abbey rolled him onto his back and hooked his leg, but suddenly felt a weight bearing down on his chest. But once the referee's hand slapped the mat to start counting the pin, the situation became clear.

"TWO!" the ref shouted, slapping the mat a second time. And as the hand was about halfway down for the third count, Yamato grunted and shot an arm up, pushing his shoulder off the mat.

That drink was starting to sound really good as he laid there, and he could only imagine what sort of teasing the blonde had in store for him later.

"Damn."

Abbey cursed as Yamato shot his arm up. She kinda hadn't expected to get the three count but she also kind of hoped she did. Then again, she also kind of hoped she hadn't. It was a very conflicting feeling for Abbey with a very easy solution.

Abbey grabbed the arm that Yamato used to break the pin with both hands. Then she rolled off of the boy and tried to transition into a hard arm bar with Yamato's hand firmly nestled between Abbey's powerful legs.

One moment it seemed Yamato had simply kept the match alive by kicking out of Abbey's pin. But then the blonde grabbed a hold of his arm and quickly applied the armbar, painfully wrenching on the limb! "Aaaaggghhh!" he shouted out, his body flailing in a desperate and futile attempt to squirm free.

Abbey's strength was once again put on display, as she held his arm firmly in place between her powerful legs which held his body down. Yamato tried to use his legs to claw and drag his way to the ropes. But the pain was excruciating, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to last long enough to make it.

For his second consecutive match, it seemed Yamato might very well be on the verge of suffering one of the quickest defeats in AFW history! But he refused to let that happen without a fight. So if he failed to make it to the ropes after a few moments, he would give that effort up and begin slamming his fist repeatedly into Abbey's thigh, hoping he could inflict just enough pain to force her to release his arm.

Abby leaned back and let Yamato scoot his way to the ropes. He'd have to do it inch by inch considering he was pulling along almost one hundred and fifty pounds of dead weight.

Abbey would be fine with breaking the hold if it mean Yamato was wrestling with one arm.

Abbey continued to scoot with Yamato until he stopped near the ropes and started punching Abbey's thigh. The blonde winced with the first few hits until she decided to let do. She released Yamato's arm and rolled away to her knees, rubbing her thigh and pouting a bit. "Black eyes might be cool but bruising up my thigh!? That's just not cool at all!" She huffed with a smile.