Charity Fundraiser Match!

As Kyo twisted to the side, Holly's boobs went flying free from his face. Rolling sideways, Kyo gulped hungrily for air, his face a beet shade of red. He was alarmed at how close he had come to passing out...and admittedly, more than a little aroused. He shook his head, trying to banish the thought. Holly was his opponent, and someone else's girlfriend! He had to focus on the match, and on winning it.

Gingerly, he turned to face Holly, and saw that she was crawling to her corner, trying to make a tag. Groaning, Kyo crawled after her, and tried to grab her by the boot to pull her back. "Not today," he managed to say as he started getting to his feet. If he managed that, he would grab Holly by the arm, before turning and whipping her across the ring.

The moment Holly came rebounding back, Kyo would run to intercept her...but he wouldn't go for a clothesline or a kick. Instead, he would slide in behind her, locking one arm around hers and one leg around hers, before kicking his other leg up and craning it over her head, digging his elbow into her side as he tried to lock in a Japanese twist!

Stumbling forward, Holly could practically feel her hand making contact with her partner's, that close to saving herself and- in her eyes- saving the match! Unfortunately, this was only 'practically,' which was a far cry from 'actually!'

N-no! NO!" Holly cried out, as Kyo caught her by the arm, and yanked her into an irish whip. Helplessly, Holly was flung hard and fast at the opposite ropes, her bouncing body bounding across the mat. "Ahn," she whimpered, as the taut ring ropes dug into her sides and sent her rushing back toward Kyo. She could see him waiting for her return, but was unfortunately powerless to do anything about it!

Before she knew it, Holly was caught, Kyo's lean body mounting her, legs wrapped around her waist as he hooked her arm, and trapped her in the Japanese twist. "EEEeeeyaaaaaoooww!" Holly wailed, eyed almost doubling in size. "Aaahh! Oooh! Let- let go!" she protested, feeling as if Kyo was bout to twist her body into two, her soft midsection bearing the most agonizing stretch of her young life. Tears again flowing from her eyes, Holly began to buckle.

If there was any consolation for the pathetically sobbing Brit, it was that her hippy frame could bear Kyo's weight. How long could her spine bear the agony, though? Trying to block out the pain, Holly backed up, inching her way toward the ropes, stretching her arms and fingers as far as she could, hoping beyond hope that she could reach the ropes, and force Kyo to set her free.

Despite the fact that the Akamatsus were the more established team, the crowd was now clearly rooting for the underdog here-- although more than a few fans were shouting "TAP" over and over again, many others were screaming for the curvy Brit to fight her way free as she was stretched. Kyo had to admire her tenacity, even as he applied the stretch, putting her body on display to the crowd as she was bent sideways.

Even as she screamed and sobbed, Holly inched them both slowly towards the ropes again. Kyo was so focused on trying to wring a submission from the British girl that he almost didn't notice her grab a hold of the ropes-- that is, until the ref tapped him, forcing him to break. Giving his opponent a look of impressed disbelief, he released Holly, giving her a few seconds to slump against the ropes as he broke the hold.

He didn't give her long, however. Grabbing her by the shoulders to pull her upright, Kyo would try to slam a knee into her gut to stun her, before sliding his arms around her shoulder and thigh, aiming to hoist her up and slam her back down in a quick and effective suplex!

Hot tears were running down Holly's cheeks, while her body was getting suffering more than it ever had before, in Kyo's punishing hold. The Brit took a deep breath, her ample bosom trembling against her ring gear as she quivered and shook in pain. It was taking every bit of willpower she had, to keep herself from screaming out in submission. When she finally felt the comfort of the rope in her hand, she immediately began silently begging the ref to break the hold.

"Auuughh, please! Please!" she called out, voice ringing through the arena. On the apron, Blanco was beside himself. Holly was holding herself together admirably, but he had never seen her suffer like this before. Not during any sparring session, not doing the worst days of her training. But still, she held on, as Kyo finally dismounted her body.

Once free, Holly began wiping the thick streams of tears off of her face, chest heaving as she tried to suppress sobs. So, she was like putty in Kyo's hands, as he pulled her upright. Bleary-eyed and shocked, Holly didn't even register where her opponent was, until she felt Kyo's knee slam into her soft belly. "HOOUUFF!" she whimpered, loudly. Holly's body went limp and totally soft in Kyo's firm grip, making it all too easy for him to plant her into the mat with the suplex.

"Aaaughh ..." she groaned, chest heaving as she gasped in pain. Holly was left spread eagle, arms lying limp above her head as she stared at the ceiling lights. Blanco ran a hand over his mask, beside himself as he watched Holly get thoroughly destroyed in the ring. Half the voices in the crowd were with him, trying to will the Brit back to her feet. The other half, were gleefully anticipating her final defeat. Holly, meanwhile, was looking like a deer in the headlights, waiting for whatever would come down on her next.

Glancing back at Holly as he moved to the corner post, Kyo saw the British girl lying in an unmoving sprawl on the mat, that last suplex clearly having knocked the last of the fight out of her. Normally, he would have been going for a submission finisher, but he wasn't cruel-- he figured that the girl had suffered enough. No, instead he'd finish her off in style with a dive from the corner post.

As Kyo began to climb the corner post, the crowd began to clap in unison. Was this it? Had Holly and Blanco's brave debut against the Akamatsus come to this?

Flat on the mat, the beat-down, buxom Brit was struggling to lift her head. Her body was trembling, about all she had the strength left to do, at the moment. She knew full well how much trouble she was in. That, at any moment, Kyo would be coming down on her, either to nail her with a finishing blow, or lock her body in a hold that would finally force her to admit defeat. The worst of it, though, was the waiting. The knowledge it was coming, and the anticipation of it that was causing her soft skin to break out in goosebumps. Slowly, the raven-haired girl lifted her head. She was recovering some strength, but Kyo would have her polished off well before she could get herself back off the mat!

All around them, the tension in the arena was palpable. Everyone could see how doomed Holly was, and how little she could do about it. Everyone, including her partner. Beside himself, Gato Blanco was running his hand over his mask. He could see Holly struggling, knew how important this win was, to her. She'd trained so hard, even made the match for a good cause ... just to have it all end like this?

Blanco shook his head, as Holly reached up. Futilely, despite being several feet out of range, she was reaching for a tag. Her arm was trembling. Swallowing hard, the luchador ran across the ring apron, toward the corner that Kyo was mounting. Hand on the top rope, Blanco swung up with a sharp kick, aimed square at the Samurai of AFW was mounting it. The resulting impact would be enough, he prayed, to knock Kyo off the turnbuckle and bring him crashing down to the mat. And, hopefully, give Holly that one more chance to pull off the seemingly impossible!

Kyo could feel the overwhelming sense of finality as he climbed the top rope and perched it, his muscles tensing as he readied himself for the flying leap. Blanco and Holly had fought well, given him and Makie a good match, but it was over now-- Holly was getting up too slowly to avoid his move, and had no chance of avoiding him at this rate.

Gato, however, seemed to have other ideas. Out of nowhere, he came running across the ring apron. Kyo tensed, bracing himself for another flying kick...but this time, Gato aimed elsewhere, kicking at the top rope. Feeling his footing give way, Kyo cried out as he lost his balance and fell...but instead of toppling to the mat, he instead fell so that the rope slammed upward between his legs! "GAAH!" He gave a strangled cry of pain as he was left momentarily suspended on the corner post, and the audience seemed to collectively wince in sympathy.

Makie was quick to react to Gato's interference, rushing at him from her own corner. She'd try to lunge and take him down in a combination clothesline-football tackle, though this close to the ropes, there was a good chance that the impact would send them both rolling out of the ring.

Still laid out flat on the mat, Holly waited for a finishing move that never came. Meanwhile, on the apron, Gato Blanco was landing from the sudden, sharp kick he had just planted upside Kyo's head. The strike had done it's job, as intended, stopping Kyo from completing the high-flying maneuver that would have finished Holly off, for sure. However, looking over, the luchador realized the unintended consequence: Kyo was laid out across the ropes, mounting them in the worst way possible!

Jaw slack, Gato ran his hand over his mask. Shaking his head, the luchador almost apologized to Kyo, before, from the edges of his mask's eye opening, Blanco saw the onrushing and enraged Makie. "Well," he said, seeing her coming, "can't say I don't deserve this!" The Japanese woman rammed into him, then, coming over the top rope with a tackling clothesline. Having some time to react, if not enough to dodge, Blanco wrapped an arm around Makie's head, clenching on and ensuring that the young Akamatsu would be coming crashing down to the ringside floor, alongside him.

Meanwhile, Holly was finally starting to come to her senses. She got her head up just in time to see Makie tackle her partner, both of them crashing over the rope to the floor below. Pushing her quivering body up to one knee, Holly got a good look at Kyo- laid out across the top rope, likely in incredible pain! Pushing up to her feet, Holly stood on wobbly legs. Her chest heaved and strained against her ring gear as she fought to breath. The young woman shook her head, trying to clear the fog. This could be her one, last chance, she realized- she just had to recover enough to take advantage of it. Bracing herself, Holly prepared to rush Kyo, the moment he got off the ropes, ready to take full advantage and make one final, desperate push for victory.

Gritting his teeth, Kyo tried his best to maintain his balance-- a difficult task, given the throbbing pain emanating from his crotch. With a strangled gasp, he teetered over, swivelling sideways before slumping to the mat onto his back. In the back of his mind, he was sure that Gato had never meant for this to happen, and he felt more than a little embarrassed at having something like this happen to him.

He barely managed to snag an arm over the rope to arrest his fall, propping himself up, albeit barely, onto his feet. He looked up...just in time to see Holly leaping for him. "UAAAGH!" he grunted as Holly, and all of her not-insubstantial mass, slammed into him, crushing him against the corner post. Sharp pain lanced up his back as he was flattened into the corner, momentarily stunned by Holly's counter attack.

Makie wasn't aware of what was going on, however-- she had problems of her own to deal with. She gave out a gasp as she slammed down onto her side on the ringside floor. Breathing hard, she felt herself pressed close to Blanco, and rather than fight his grip on her head, she dove in against him, trying to deliver some close-ranged shots to his head or side. The battle between the two wrestlers devolved into a rolling tangle of limbs at the ringside while their tag partners battled it out in the ring.

At ringside, Blanco's chest was flat on his back as he went into recovery mode. With the force of Makie's attack, and the harsh tumble it forced him into, the luchador had taken the fall rather stiffly. Lifting his head, he looked up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the in-ring action, some indication of how his girl was doing back in the ring. What he caught instead, however, was a stiff shot to the head from Makie. "Gah!" he exclaimed, the blow rocking him. Maintaining his grip on Makie's head, not wanting to give her the leeway to get some distance and possibly start doing some real damage, Blanco lifted his other arm to try and block her repeated attacks. Tussling on the floor, Blanco was effectively neutralized. He wouldn't be able to help Holly any more- she was on her own.

In the ring, however, the buxom Brit actually seemed to have things under control. She was likely looking better than she felt, however- every bone and joint in her body was screaming at her. Her ample chest was heaving, as she struggled to breathe. Her hippy frame sank into Kyo's body, as gravity helped her press him against the corner post. This was no time to relax, however. If the Brit didn't act now, while the Samurai of AFW was stunned, she wasn't going to get another chance.

Using the ropes for support, Holly shifted her thighs around Kyo's midsection, adjusting her position. Nestling her bum at his abdomen, thick legs sliding around his waist. She clenched hard, locking in the hold. Then, thrusting forward with both arms, Holly tumbled down, hoping she could yank Kyo with her and slam him into the mat with a forward somersault. In training, the Brit called this move Rana Vivaz, and she hoped that this signature maneuver would bring her victory tonight!

Completing the roll brought her down on top of Kyo's prone body, legs pushing his shoulers to the mat. As the rolled, Holly tried her best to hook his legs with her arms, for further control. Pushing forward, the Brit leaned into the pin with all her might- a positioning that left the entirety of her generous bosom planted straight against Kyo's face, engulfing his head and trapping him against the mat, as the ref came down for the count.

"ONE!"