The Judo Babe combats against Karate!

You could see the fire sparking in Masane's eyes as she started to mount her comeback. She decided she would try to lay it on thick, stepping in towards her and tried for her double Iron Palm to her gut try and start off her finisher combo. Hopefully she had finally rattled Makoto a little bit for her to slip up and miss her next attack.

Makoto opened her eyes as she sensed the ki of a greater attack being launched. It comes!

Masane's iron palm seemed to strike Makoto square on with a thud. Masane might notice that striking Makoto's gut was like striking hard wood. Nontheless makoto gasped and seemed to double over a bit, some saliva bursting from her mouth from the effort.

Was this the opening Masane had been looking for?

Masane didn't even waste the time to be surprised with herself when she landed the blow. Instead, she quickly moved onto her second finishing move, and lifted her foot high above until she was almost doing the splits, and would send that foot crashing down for the back of Makoto's head.

"HYAAH!!" She would cry out as she threw the axe kick down for her head!

And this apparently seemed to be what Makoto was waiting for! That palm strike to the belly had stung but Makoto had suspected Masane would follow up with a move that could be exploited. Using her conditioning and judo defense to take the iron palm seemed to be a necessary but possibly profitable sacrifice.

As Masane went to lift her leg and bring it down at Makoto's head, the judo girl narrowed her eyes darkly. There!

Makoto's hands, which at first were clutching her hurt gut would suddenly come up in a cross to block the heel as it started to come down and before ti could gain its lethal trajectory. Then Makoto would attempt to shift her arms to grab the foot firmly and then close in on Masane almost breast to breast. Makoto's legs would start to slip around Masane's standing leg while her hands would start to bend Masane's kicking leg in a crude over Makoto's head as Makoto would now attempt to lock in her ultimate submission move, the Knee Flexor and try to take Masane to the ground to lock the lethal hold completely in.

Masane was caught completely off guard. While she didn't think it would be over with the blow, she wouldn't have guessed that the girl was playing possum. She was trapped, unable to do anything as Makoto stepped in close to her. She cringed as Makoto wrapped her leg around her head. It was almost like it was in slow motion, yet she could do nothing to stop it, seeing the look of triumph on her face as she worked to complete her reversal. The fall too, felt it was in slow motion, as she felt the air whizzing past her ears as she was brought down to her back.

The harsh reminder of pain would bring her back to reality once more, however. She practically shrieked in pain as Makoto locked in her move.

"EYAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

She tried to hold on, but it was no use. She reached her hand over, tapping out on Makoto's arm, hoping to god she let go immediately.

Makoto almost seemed to exhibit a bit of a Kurt Angle zeal as she applied the Knee Flexor. She would grind against the leg she held near her head to keep the pressure on while scissoring the other leg tightly. She kept her head tucked near the pit of Masane's back knee presenting a hard atrget to dislodge. Even if Masane were to strike at ehr abck and shoulders she was in such a zone now the blows might not be felt.

As Masane tapped out, Makoto seemed to be wrestling with her Angle-like rage. Unless the ref, Masane or somebody did something, she would be holding on for about ten long seconds after the submission before abruptly letting go.

"Auuuuggghh!! I give!! Let go already!!!" She cried out, the ten extra seconds seeming like an eternity to her. Not even the ref seemed to be able to dislodge her from Masane. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she fought them down. The longer she held on, the less respect she had for her. She was impressed with the woman's talent at first, but now, she saw this woman as despicable. She didn't care about the fight itself. This woman only seemed to want to hurt her opponents, and that was something she did not... something she could not respect.

She had planned on congratulating her opponent on her win, but now this woman would be under her list of fighters to avoid, or at least one to show no mercy upon should they cross paths again.

After Makoto let go, she just stood up coldly. If the ref tried to raise her arm as the victor, she would coldly snatch it back. She then raised her arm in an almost dictatorial salute to the crowd who booed her ruthlessness. She gave Masane one last cold look, not acknowledging any reaction the girl had, before exiting the ring and leaving up the ramp without a backwards glance.

Masane met her glare with one just as chilling as she struggled to catch her breath, watching as she disappeared backstage, then rolled on her back, clutching her leg tightly. Her leg was in pretty bad shape. She wouldn't be able to get back up on her own power, that was for sure. The referee was quick to notice this and summoned the officials to bring down a stretcher. They responded fast, soon having the stretcher ringside and carried Masane over to the bed before wheeling her up the ramp. As she was wheeled up, she could hear the crowd cheering for her. She closed her eyes, taking their cheers as a pat on the back for a good effort of a fight.

WINNER: Makoto Aihara via submission