Charity Fundraiser Match!

As Kyo slid into the ring, he could see Holly slowly but surely trying to struggle to her feet. Makie had done a real number on her, and now it was Kyo's turn. As much as he personally hoped Holly would make a tag so that he could take on El Blanco, this was still a match, and he still had to take Holly on...even though, judging by her performance so far, she didn't have half the ring experience he did.

Staggering back up to her feet, Holly made to go after Blanco...not fast enough, as Kyo quickly caught up to her. It was, perhaps, because he wasn't taking her seriously that her attack came as a surprise: the Brit suddenly spun around, kicking up and driving a boot, hard, into his abs. "OOOF!" Kyo gasped, his eyes widening in shock as he doubled over, clutching his midsection. The fans hollered and went wild, and the blow stunned Kyo for a few vital seconds, leaving him open to any follow up Holly had planned...

When her boot collided with Kyo's abs, the impact was nearly enough to put the staggering Holly on her back, yet again. Fortunately, it seemed the Japanese vet had caught it full on. The crowd popped loudly for Holly coming back to life, surprised to see her finally getting some in. None of them as surprised as Holly, but all the same.

"Come on, missus!" Blanco shouted, snapping her out of it. He was pounding on the corner post, now, his other hand still reaching out over the top rope. One kick was hardly an excuse to get cocky. Holly's chest heaved as she took a deep breath, and got back into the fight.

As swiftly as she could with her aching body, Holly leaned over Kyo as he was still reeling, wrapping her arms around his waist. Putting one foot off to the side, Holly sank down in her stance, took a deep breath, and readied herself. If she could manage it, she could attempt to hoist Kyo up into a gutwrench suplex, lifting with her powerful thighs to try and bring him sailing off hte mat and- most importantly- putting him as close as she could manage to her and Blanco's corner of the ring.

Kyo's entrance was heralded by the arrival of his fans, particularly the screaming of his fangirls. Those fangirls screamed all the louder, however, when a snapshot blow by Holly doubled their favourite over. Kyo's eyes widened as he doubled over. He had just done the one thing he had always known he should never do: he had underestimated his opponent, and because of that, she had just taken him by surprise.

"Kyo! Kyo, don't just stand there!" he heard Makie shout from his corner. He snapped back to reality-- just in time to feel Holly's arms wrap around his waist, her ample chest squashing against his stomach. Alarm bells rang in Kyo's head even as Holly tried lifting him: reacting quickly, Kyo would cup his hands together and try to bring them down across Holly's back.

Whether he got the move off in time or not, however, and whether or not it made Holly drop him, it wouldn't matter in the end: the young Brit would still slam Kyo down hard in her corner, leaving the Samurai of AFW lying stunned, vulnerable and groaning on his back...easy meat for El Gato Blanco.

"Hhhggnnn!" Holly groaned, as she hoisted Kyo upward. The voices of the crowd rose with him, at the pretty girl's display of strength. Stance wide, boots planted, Holly's face nonetheless grew red and pained as she struggled against the ache in her back in her attempt to get the larger Kyo off the ground.

"AAUUWWWH!" Holly cried out, as Kyo's fists suddenly connected with the small of her back. Her lower back already aching (and normally a weak spot anyway), the blow was more than enough to destroy Holly's concentration. Falling backward, Holly ended up dumping the samurai of AFW gracelessly to the mat behind her as she tumbled down after him.

Blanco was practically over the top rope as the two of them came crashing down in the corner. Holly sprung upward as well as she could, back arched in pain, a look of utter desperation in her eyes. Finally, their hands met, and the ref called the tag.

Holly rolled off to one side, though not out of the ring. Sprawled out, fighting to breathe, the Brit laid one arm over her face as she tried to recover. Blanco, meanwhile, leaned back on the ring apron. He had both hands clutching the rope and both feet planted on the apron. He coiled his body tight, gathering his strength before thrusting off of his haunches. The luchador swung over the top rope in a wide arc, legs fully extended, aiming to strike Kyo right across the chest or shoulders with a sprinboard double-leg drop.

Kyo slammed hard into the mat, the blow causing his back to arch up as a silent cry of pain twisted his features. Holly, as it turned out, was a lot stronger than he had anticipated, and now he was suffering from finding that out the hard way. He rolled to his side, clutching his hurting back as he'd winced, not aware that he'd nailed Holly pretty badly too, or that she was rolling to the ropes.

"KYO!" Makie shouted in alarm. "Kyo, get up!" Hearing his sister calling him, Kyo forced himself upright, not aware that Gato was preparing for an aerial drop on him. As he got up to his knees, however, he was hit hard by Gato's leg drop across the shoulders, the blow pushing his upper body downwards and slamming it against the mat. His legs kicked up briefly before he flattened completely against the mat, groaning.

Suddenly, with the entry of the two men into the ring, the tide had turned dramatically against the Akamatsus.

Blanco rode Kyo all the way down to the mat, thankful that his flip into the ring had been quick and forceful enough to get him all the way through the move. Spinning around, the luchador rolled upright, balancing with one knee planted across Kyo's back. He looked over the the still-suffering Holly, trying to discern how much of a beating his poor girl had taken, and how much more she might have left to give, at the moment.

In the corner, Holly was struggling to pull herself upright. Shoulders and chest heaving as she breathed heavily, the Brit was trying to regain her strength. The two exchanged knowing nods, as Blanco reached forward, and took hold of Kyo's ankles. Turning the match around was one thing, but the duo remembered a larger purpose, tonight: this was for charity first, and they had pledges to keep. And one of those pledges had called for a tag team maneuver.

Tucking Kyo's right ankle behind his left leg, Blanco pushed a knee between the downed Kyo's shoulder blades, close to his neck, and proceeded to try yanking his opponent's body upward.. Traditionally smaller than their North American and European counterparts, Mexican wrestlers often had to be adept in body mechanics, and inventive with holds and submissions. Blanco was relying on all of this aptitude as he tried to rock Kyo back, hoping to trap the samurai of AFW's face and neck against the mat, while rocking his lower body upward.

Holly, meanwhile, was pulling herself up to the second rope. The climb took longer than it would have normally, the young woman still smarting from the beating Makie had laid down on her. The referee was already threatening to count the girl out. "ONE!" she called, in warning. "TWO!" Heedless of the count, the Brit bit her lip and threw herself off the second rope boots-first, aiming to cover the short distance between the corner and where Blanco was trying to hold Kyo down with a low missile dropkick to the samurai's waiting abs.

Kyo's back throbbed dully as he lay on his front, aching not only from Gato's aerial assault, but also from the painful realization that, ever since he had stepped into the ring, he had been at the mercy of his two opponents. In the distance, he could hear Makie shouting from their corner, urging him to get up. "Mnn...not...the boss of me, Makie..." he groaned in reply. All the same, he pushed against the mat and tried to get upright.

Except, Gato clearly didn't want Kyo to get up just yet. A second later, Kyo felt a knee press down between his shoulder blades, pushing his cheek against the mat. A second later, his legs were wrenched back, and Kyo groaned as his legs were pulled. In a few seconds, his lean, fit body was stretched backward in a boston crab, causing him to groan as his back was bent painfully. Gato, it appeared, seemed to like submission holds as well.

Face-down, Kyo could not see Holly preparing for the double team attack, though Makie could. "Kyo!" she shouted her brother's name. In an instant, she tried to slide into the ring while the ref was distracted, hoping to nail Gato with a snap-kick to his head while his back was turned. Whether she managed to execute this or not, however, she would be too late to save Kyo: Holly's boots would slam hard into his unprotected abs, blasting the air out of his lungs and leaving him breathing hard.

The crowd cheered as Holly came sailing down, her boots planted hard into Kyo's belly. Blanco released his grip immediately, allowing the young Japanese man to fall to the mat. That was a tough move to take, and Blanco wasn't going to risk causing injury by pushing things too far. Like many in the crowd, Blanco began to clap. Not just for Holly's coordination, but also out of respect for Kyo's toughness.

The luchador gave his girl an approving nod, as she tiredly rolled out of the ring. Unfortunately, he was so focused on Kyo's toughness and Holly's grit and skill, that Makie had been completely forgotten ... at least until her boot caught Blanco right upside the head.

The luchador stumbled forward, against the ropes. Shaking the pain out of his head, he turned to face his two opponents. Makie's strike had caught him completely off-guard, unprepared. It would take a moment for him to shake it off.

"I- I can't even get mad at that," the masked man stammered, shaking his head.

Makie's boots slammed home against Blanco's back, knocking him away from her brother-- far too late. Holly crashed to the mat next to her after successfully nailing Kyo with a kick, and her brother toppled onto his back with a crash, chest rising and falling as he groaned from the blow. Angrily, Makie made to go after Holly again, but before she could do so, the ref girl was in her face.

"You! Get out now!" the ref warned. As much as Makie wanted to shout back at the ref, she didn't want to get disqualified. Reluctantly, Makie retreated back to her corner. For better or worse, Kyo was on his own now, and in bad shape against Blanco.

Holly scrambled out of the ring a bit quicker, noticing that Makie had been making a bee line for her. The Brit was in a bit of a panic- that girl had given her hell, before, and she wasn't in a hurry to get back in the thick of it. Taking a look around the ring, Holly sized up the situation: Ref was in Makie's face (good thing), Kyo was looking rough on the floor (good thing), and Blanco was nursing an aching skull on the ring ropes (bad thing).

"Mister!" Holly cried out, "What did that little brute do to you?"

The Brit's shouting helped Blanco clear his head. Offering her a thumbs-up, even if he was still wincing, the luchador turned his attention back to Kyo. Seemed the AFW samurai was still reeling from their tag team efforts. Understandably. Blanco approached Kyo slowly, wrapping his arms around the young man's head. The ref didn't have Makie out of the ring, yet, and Blanco wanted to bring the pace back down from the earlier chaos. With a tight grip, trying to keep his young opponent from recovering too much air, he began to work Kyo back up to his feet. For good measure, he tried to plant a knee strike to Kyo's chest, to try and keep him relatively docile.

"No worries, Missus," he called back, right before the knee strike, "Doing fine!"