Intense Midnight training [Underdog]

Belinda would rub her neck as soon as it was released and shake her head a little bit. she would then hear Makie's words and would start to move up towards her feet, turning around and pouting a bit as she looked on at Makie. " I'll get you next time...Japanese Princess." Belinda let out as she would start to drop down into her grappling stance.

" Ready for round two ?" She'd let out as she narrowed her eyes and nodded her head towards Makie, she was not going to lose twice in a row to her Akamatsu rival.

Makie nodded, and almost as though to goad Belinda on, casually stretched her arms behind her back as she circled the blonde. "So, out of curiosity, how did you wind up losing to Akiha and all the others?" she asked, raising her arms before her,."Because maybe we should work on those!"

Before even waiting for Belinda to respond, though, she would dart forward, aiming to initiate another grapple with the blonde as their spar resumed.

Belinda would roll her shoulders a bit as circled Makie, looking to even the score in their little spar right here and now! Though Makie was quick to distract the Swede by asking her that question. Which caused the Swede to raise her eyebrows...about to answer as well before she was attacked by Makie who initiated a grapple.

The blond was caught by surprise and forced to stumble back a step or two before she found her footing against Makie. Having lost a bit of ground to her rival, Belinda decided to not try and get it back. Instead she'd try and twist around and wrap her arms around Makie's head before trying to trust her rear up under Makie's hips against her lower abdomen and groan and attempt to swing Makie over her for a hip throw into a scarfhold take down!

Makie had, honestly, expected Belinda to respond to her banter even as the two of them were tussling-- it was, after all, a simple spar, not an intense match in the ring. She managed to force Belinda back a few steps with her initial charge, but was then deadlocked as Belinda pushed back, and for a few intense seconds the two of them pushed and twisted against each other.

A split second later, Belinda suddenly twisted and grabbed at her head. Surprised, Makie found herself going head over heels as she crashed onto her back, pinned down with her head trapped under Belinda's encircling arm.

"Nnnngh....not...bad...." she grunted as she pawed at Belinda's arms. "It was...a serious question though...how'd they beat you? If I'm going to help you, I'll need to...know." As she spoke and waited for Belinda to respond, she tried pushing a palm up against Belinda's chin, hoping to push back on it and force some strain on her neck. This would, however, be a distraction, as Makie really hoped to kick her legs up around Belinda's head and wrench her off of her in a head scissor!

Belinda groaned out as she felt Makie's hands upon her chin, gritting her teeth as she was kind of struggling to respond to the raven haired rival of hers. " Mmh...n-not...s-ure!" Belinda let out in a rather annoyed manner as she attempted to fight against Makie pushing her head like that.

Instead though she was soon snagged by Makie's strong legs which pulled the Swede down onto the mat and started to squeeze tightly upon the blond. She kicked around with her feet against the mat and brought her arms up to try and pull those thighs off of her. Wincing from the pressure as her skull was being wrenched by the Japanese girl's legs.

Makie caught her breath as she managed to free herself from Belinda's hold, before return the favor by trapping the swede in a grueling headscissor of her own. Pressing her psalms against the mat, Makie regulated her breathing as she poured on the pressure, squeezing Belinda's head between her thighs.

Normally, she would have been content to squeeze until Belinda's head popped or she tapped. But Belinda had come to her for help, and Makie realized that, while crushing Belinda might feel good, it wouldn't help her improve.

"Try rolling your body to break the hold!" Makie shouted to her opponent even as she scissored her. "Come on Belinda, escape or tap!"

Belinda was in a rough position and she knew how to get out of it. Though Makie seemed intent on telling her how to...which got the blond a bit annoyed. She had asked Makie for help...but she didn't think that her raven haired rival would think so little of her as to think she didn't know how to get out of a headscissor...though she did admit it was getting pretty painful now. 

The Swede would curl her legs up against her body, rolling up her frame as she'd try and pry those legs apart with her hands and then quickly kick upwards with her entire frame to try and break out of the hold.

Makie, of course, seemed completely unaware that she had just insulted Belinda as she continued to squeeze the blonde's head between her legs. What she did notice, though, was that Belinda seemed more fired up than ever to escape. Even as Makie squeezed into Belinda, the blonde rolled up, rocking back and forth and gradually weakening Makie's grip.

Finally, Belinda managed to pull her head free, kicking out sharply to wrench her head out. Flopping onto her back, Makie took a deep breath and rolled back to her knees in a ready position, not wanting to be caught flat-footed by the Swede. "Not bad..."

Getting back up onto her feet after she had managed to escape from the headscissor, the Swede would quickly attempt to move up towards Makie. Wasting not even a moment. Belinda would quickly try and grab onto Makie's head and try to pull in underneath her armpit. Looking to pull Makie down and attempt to hit her rival with a quick DDT. 

Wanting to try out and see if she could hopefully stun the raven haired Makie so that she could perhaps lock her rival into a painful hold...or maybe even put her down for a three count.

As Makie rolled back up to her knees, she saw Belinda already hurrying up to her feet. In an instant, Makie felt her head getting grabbed, her cheeking pressed against the soft fabric of Belinda's sports bra. "Mmph." Belinda's attempt at a DDT might have worked if Makie was stunned or dizzy...but unfortunately for the Swede, Makie was neither at the moment. 

Grabbing Belinda's wrist with both hands, Makie would twist, trying to unwind Belinda's grip on her head and reverse it into a chickenwing arm lock. If she managed that, then she would try to slide a leg over Belinda's head and transition  her grip into an armbar, locking in an octopus stretch on her blonde opponent!