Makie Akamatsu vs Eshe Abdallah

Makie was breathing hard as she managed to get one knee under her, and then another. Sweat was dripping from her forehead, and her skull still swirled with dizziness after that nasty brainbuster. Even if she managed to get up completely she was still feeling pretty badly rattled from that last hit. She was dimly aware that Eshe was already on her feet, and cursed, knowing that her opponent was already one step ahead of her.

And then she felt Eshe's arms wrap around her waist as the Egyptian girl seemed to hug her from behind, the other girl's breasts pressing up against her back. Makie cursed, bracing herself for whatever was going to come next...but to her surprise, nothing did. The rasp of breath against her shoulder told her that Eshe was struggling to lift her, that she was in serious pain right now. As it stood, Eshe was now pressed up tightly against her, so close she could feel the other girl's sweat mingling into hers.

Breathing hard-- partly from her own exertions, and partly from the close contact with Eshe-- Makie would try to push herself up to a kneeling position, before shooting an elbow back-- once, twice, three times-- in an effort to get her clinging opponent off of her.

Makie hadn’t gotten to her feet yet, a lucky break for her as she came down on top of the hurricane. Sweat dropped like rain into the canvas as she bent down, her arms wrapping around their waist. She was going to apply her weight and grab those arms of theirs. For now Eshe just needed to breathe for a moment and then!... and then! Her mind was confused, she was thinking it, telling her body to go for it but nothing. Her hands didn’t move from against the hold on their waist. Her eyes widened, why? She wasn’t out of gas yet, was she?

The Egyptians body slumped along the smaller Japanese woman, to comfortable to bow act. Even inching forward against their back, her muscles screamed in pain. This couldn’t be happening, she couldn’t be exhausted to the point of nowhere return, she could do this just a little longer. The only movement she managed to make was the push upward to drag her front along Makie’s back before applying her dead weight to the woman.

Suddenly she gasp out in pain, air driven from her longs as an elbow found it way into her side. Was the firecracker getting up? Her thought was forced back to her pained side as she felt gone pierce her flesh. Another elbow hungrily dig into her, the tanned woman’s grip loosening until the final strike knocked her back, curling into a ball as she held her side.

Makie felt her elbow collide again and again with Eshe's midsection, each blow expelling a gasp from the dark-skinned beauty as the Japanese girl hammered away at her. Finally, after the third and final strike, Eshe released her, letting Makie fall forwards onto her hands and knees, breathing hard. She was steadily recovering now, and able to breathe a little better now that she didn't have Eshe tightly squeezing her midsection.

Speaking of Eshe...Makie glanced back, and saw that the Egyptian girl was curled up in a ball, clutching her own hurting midsection. Breathing in air through clenched teeth, Makie staggered over to Eshe, knowing that she had an advantage now, and that she needed to press it while her formidable opponent was incapacitated.

Grabbing a hold of Eshe's head, Makie would try to pull her to her feet, sliding her arm tightly against Eshe's chest and squeezing her in a tight side headlock for long. Makie wouldn't maintain this hold for long, though, as, unless Eshe did something to interrupt her, Makie would quickly whip Eshe towards the ropes...and as she came back, leap at her, legs first, aiming to lock them around her head and whip Eshe head over heels onto her back with a quick and effective hurricanrana!

She couldn’t think, the aching pain in her ribs was all that popped into her head, forming a comeback plan was out of the question, for now at least. She should’ve figured Makie would pull a fast one in her, a tactic she had used all to well turned full circle on herself, the epitome of irony it seemed. Still, Eshe had to get to her feet, letting herself be this vunerable was going to end badly and it felt like the beginning of the end drew near.

The small woman pulled her up to her feet by her head, although she was grateful to be standing at least, she didn’t appreciate the way she got there. The chance to react was taken from the violet as her head was placed under their arm, her hands grab hold of their waist to stabilize herself as the hurricane locked her in a side headlock. Mashed against a rock and a rather soft place, Eshe was going to break free, she had just the thought until again the opportunity was snatched from her.

Violet strands whip with the wind as she’s thrown towards the ropes, her body can do nothing but obey like a puppet master would it’s puppets. Her limbs in Makie’s strings as it willed her to bounce from the ropes, only to come back towards the jaws of an oncoming hurricanna. The world seemed to spin in a vortex as she was once in her feet to now down on the mat. Her back explodes from the impact, rolling to her side as she groans, clenching her fist tightly as she grits her teeth to quiet herself from crying out in pain. It hurt to think about and the feeling was even more so, at this rate, the firecracker was going to win for sure. The Egyptian couldn’t let that happen..

Makie's head was still ringing from that brainbuster she had taken earlier, and that hurricanrana was making her aware of that again as she sat up, feeling a wave of dizziness come over her. She shook of off, gingerly getting to her hands and knees; opposite her, Eshe was rolling on her back, teeth clenched in pain from the impact of the hurricanrana. As Makie swayed uncertainly as she stood to her feet, she knew that she had to put Eshe away before she could recover fully.

Making her way to the ropes, Makie would try to climb up to the top of the turnbuckle. Unless Eshe managed to get up in time to stop her, Makie would climb up to the rope, balancing herself in a standing position atop the turnbuckle and motioning for her fans to start cheering with a hand gesture.

And then, she would arch back and spring off the top rope, aiming to spin in midair to dive down on the prone Eshe with a moonsault, aiming to start initiating her three-part finisher, Hurricane Makie!

The world seemed to go in and out, her pupils displaying from the sheer amount of pain she was feeling. Her mind couldn’t keep up with the waves of thoughts that crossed nor could she bring herself to even tell herself to get up. Violets could only see the blinding lights above before seeping into darkness again only to be fiercely attacked by those same white stars above.

The Egyptian was running on empty, her head was pounding, she just wanted to lay here, it was comfortable. Eshe wanted time to think before Makie pulled her up to ineveitably out her back on the mat. Was time slowing down? She wondered, feeling no hands on her person to grab her, it honestly worried her that was until the crowd began to chant, what were they saying? In the darkness’s grasp she began to lull her head, attempting to come to, to save herself and come back in this match. Makie was somewhere but where?

Her answer was soon answered, a shadow broke through the stars, as her vision managed to focus, she rolled quickly to the side avoiding the moon daily completely. That was what she wanted to do, her mind offering her that chance but the body wasn’t willing. Her entire being felt pinned down by chains and weights, she hated this, she couldn’t believe this. Her midsection explodes a fierce and dry smart escapes her lips, her body bending upward as the small firecracker crashes down across her abdomen.

Her body goes limp, legs falling back down to the canvas as she now lays spread eagle. She wanted to keep going but that was now a far off dream, she was done, Eshe knew it. The Egyptian felt she failed in a way, she didn’t give Makie the match she felt they deserved. Still, she supposed she was proud of herself, she didn’t expect to come this far.

Makie felt the rush of air as she sprang off the top rope. With practiced ease, she arched her body, flipping gracefully in midair to come down belly first at the prone Eshe. Even as she did this, a slight fear lit up in Makie's mind that Eshe might, somehow, still have enough gas left in the tank to roll out of her way...or worse, to bring her knees up under her for Makie to fall upon...

These fears were unfounded, as she came down hard onto Eshe, slamming down onto the other girl. Eshe's body jacknifed under hers, her upper body lifted up as the air was expelled from her lungs before she flopped back down onto her back, unmoving. It was plain to see at this point that Eshe was done, and that that moonsault had knocked the fight out of her.

Unfortunately for Eshe, Hurricane Makie was a three-part move.

Jumping up to her feet again, Makie clapped to the audience before running to the corner post, climbing it again before attempting to spring off for another moonsault rapidly after the first. If that one landed, then she would roll up again, run to the corner post, and spring off, trying to nail Eshe with three rapid moonsaults in a row!

After the final moonsault, though, Makie would finally lie across Eshe's chest, and hook one of her long legs for a pinfall. In an instant, the ref would be next to them, counting down. "ONE..."

Her midsection had no choice but the absorb the entirety of snakiest moon daily, her body jackknifing from the impact only to fall limply to the mat. She could feel herself flowing to and from the darkness, the weight that pinned her to the mat seemed eternal, she had accepted her fate and realized that she had a ways to go to even come close to beating a star like Makie but then...the weight was gone?

The violets mind began to draw a blank, did she not notice a three count? Did her back and forth from consciousness push the pin fall to its end? No, that’s not right. She could scarcely hear the faint cheering, clapping along to something, Eshe wished she had the energy to sit up and see but perhaps this was a blessing in of itself, at least she wouldn’t have seen the hurricane climbing the ropes for yet another moonsault. Even if she didn’t know her body would.

The second crash against her stomach made her convulse with air, her body’s nerves jolted sending her to her side. A light groan escapes her lips as she covers her stomach. The smaller Japanese woman must really hate her to go for it again, she rolled onto her stomach, for comfort when Makie pulled away for yet another splash against her weakened frame, ending back on her backside, she was left wondering why they were doing this to her, it was over wasn’t it, was she trying to make an example out of her?

Her mind was the only thing working now, pain reigniting the gears turning her thoughts and forcing her to be very aware of what was going on as her abdomen screamed, practically begging for it to end and honestly at this point, so did she. After what seemed like a lifetime she felt that same heavy weight coming crashing down on top of her a hoarse and raspy cry escaped her lips. Eshe could feel everything just pin to the mat, she was too exhausted to battered to even consider moving. It hurt to breathe as her chest rose and fell, her only saving grace was that her attacker decided against a fourth moonsault.

As she lay there she barely felt them hook her leg, it laid limply over their arm, her head lightly lulling as she tried to gain her bearings at least make sense of what was going on. The faint sound of the first count barely reached her ears, it wasn’t anyone’s guess that she lost utterly. She hated this feeling, but she had to admit, her rival had been the better of the two, she ran out of steam first and that was all on her.

”TWO!” the sound of the referee’s voice peaked through, her senses focused on them, the only thing she could actually focus on as her vision began to blur with the shining bright lights over head. The Egyptian was at the half way point, she wondered what her idol was thinking, did they hate her? Did they think she was weak?

”THREE!” The bell rang, finalizing her loss. The aching didn’t stop nor did her constant wondering if she had at least made a good impression on the smaller woman. Why was she worried? At least she got to meet them and in person at that, Eshe had that going for her. If Makie peeled away, she’d roll back onto her stomach, forcing herself to slide back on her knees. She wanted a hot bath and some rest, the feeling deserved to be satiated, her violets barely focused on the victor, even now, they looked so cool.

Makie held her breath as she hooked Eshe's leg, feeling no resistance as the Egyptian girl lay dazed and battered underneath her. Nearby, the ref continued the countdown, reaching two. Makie's heart leapt in her chest when she realized that this might be it, that she might actually get the pinfall...and then, finally, the count reached three, and the bell rang, signifying her victory.

With a smile and a sigh of relief, Makie released Eshe and flopped down onto her back, catching her breath after this brutal match. Her head was a bit woozy still after Eshe's brainbuster, and truth to be told, she was probably going to need a day or two of rest after this one. Although, glancing at Eshe as the Egyptian girl started to push herself upright, her opponent had definitely taken the worst of it in this bout.

Slowly, Makie pushed herself up to her feet, and walked up to Eshe as the other girl got up to her knees, offering a hand to her to help pull her up. "That was a great match," she breathed. "You honestly gave me one of my toughest fights in a while, Eshe-san."

Everything hurt, was that even possible? It felt like pins and needles along her skin as she slowly breathed in and out, attempting to focus her lungs as she fought through to even get through the night just to go home. Her stomach was in the worst shape out of anything, taking three moonsaukts back to back, Eshe felt sick to her stomach but more so she was afraid of what tomorrow was going to feel like. That was worrisome, a nice bath would remedy that quickly, if she could make it to the tub, she thought.

Her violets now able to read the room or better yet arena, looked up to see her idol reach out to her, offering their hand but not only that congratulating her and proclaiming this match of hers to be one of their toughest. She even added San to her name! The Egyptian took their hand with both of her own, she pressed her forehead against it, to assure herself she wasn’t dreaming this. The cool touch proved it, a single tear whelped up in her eye as she smiled, taking their offer to stand to her feet. The tanned girl immedsyely stumbled, wrapping her free arm to use them as a support.

”S-sorry, Makie-San.” she states, a bit hesitant to add San herself; pulling herself away to try and stand in her own two...shaky legs. ”I think you went... a bit overkill...on those moonsaults. B-but, mmngh, I had fun.” Talking was difficult as she slowly but surely recovered, she’d have to find a way to get them back for this, she didn’t feel any ill will towards them for losing, she meant what she said. Perhaps a prank would suffice. Still, this was all she could ever want from a match from her idol.