Zero Kotobuki vs "Mad" Max

Now straddling her hurt opponant, Zero was ready to turn this match completely in her favour. In this type of match it was crucial she gain as many falls as possible.

Zero would quickly scoot her way up Max's body until she was near his neck. She would then lift Max's head and slip on of her legs underneath it, ensnaring one of his arms as well. If she managed that, she would hook that leg with her other one, attempting to trap Max in a mounted triangle choke.

Max was completely dazed, but as he felt his head lifted, instincts took over as he thrashed himself about, basically blindly as he was still without his bearings. If he managed to buck and thrash enough to throw Zero off, he would quickly roll out of the ring. If Zero managed to be as excellent a bull rider as her wrestling record showed she was skilled in the ring, then an early 2 falls may not be far from possible.

Max's sudden burst of energy was a little surprising to Zero, but not entirely unexpected. It as still early in the match, and both wrestler's still had a lot left to give. Unfortunately for Max, in snaking one of her legs under his head, she already secured her position, but his struggles were starting to throw er a bit.

Frowning slightly, Zero would grab the back of Max's head and pull it towards his trapped arm, doubling the pressure of the triangle choke. If Max didn't tap out soon, he wouldn't be conscious long enough to escape.

"AHHH!!! AHHHH!!!" Max shouted as he was starting to be bent in ways he hadn't thought possible. This was an excruciating pain he had not felt for a long time. His only free hand squirmed around trying to snake any part of Zero that he could manage to get a hold of. With little leverage if any, Max would try and apply as much pressure as he could to the target. However, if he finds nothing, Max may end up regretting a possible second fall with no advantage of his own.

After prolonged time in the traingle choke it seemed Max wasn't going to tap out, not easily at least. Just as Zero was thinking of changing her strategy, Max's other arm came probing around. That's when Zero got her next strategy. She would grab the arm with both hands and then fall with it to Max's side, unwinding her legs from around his had so she could wrap them around his arm instead. If all went well, Zero would start to pull back on Max's arm for a painful armbar.

Max experienced both a mixture of relief and worry as he felt his one arm freed only to feel his free arm captured. Out of the triangle chokehold and into an armbar went the Silver "Warrior" with a jolt of pain. He was hurting all over at this point, but his adrenaline was pumping. Of course, without a useful arm, the rest of the match could turn into more than just one-sided. How could he free his arm and manage to do damage? It was then that he knew what he had to do. Clenching a fist with the free injured hand, Max would try and roll towards Zero while throwing the closed fist right to the stomach of his aggressor. He cared not of the match consequences if he could finally do some damage.

With the experience of an expert Zero cranked back on Max's arm to deliver the maximum amount of pain without dealing any permenant damage. Throughout the entire match she had not said a word, and she still didn't as she applied pressure to her opponant's arm.

Zero was caught off guard when Max suddenly rolled towards her, and was about to flex her legs to bring him back down to the mat when his fist buried itself into her stomach. "!!!" The unexpected blow drove past her taut stomach muscles, winding her. She released the arm bar and moved her hands to tend her stomach, momentarily vulnerable as she tried to catch her breath.

With his arm free, Max would roll away as far as he could while holding the most recently stretched arm. This girl was dangerous no matter how you spun it, but Max had momentarily winded her, which gave him some time to recuperate. Climbing to his feet using his "good" arm and the corner he had rolled to, Max would stare at Zero. He felt the urge to cause more damage as he began running towards the silent expert aiming to deliver a punt to tenderize her midsection some more.

Zero rolled onto her front, trying to catch her breath, silently cursing herself for being caught off guard like that. She got onto her hands and knees, attempting to get back to her feet and not be in this vulnerable position. Then she was blindsided by Max's kick, the toe of which drove deep into her gut. Zero's yellow eyes bulged, just about all her air driven out of her with that one kick. She didn't scream, but clutched her stomach with both hands, once again vulnerable and breathless.

Max was pleased with his violent offensive, but was starting to become rather disappointed in his victim not uttering a word of pain yet. Feeling a bit stronger in his arm, Max would grab for a handful of hair to yank Zero's head so that their eyes met. "Why..won't...you....SCREAM!!!!!!?" He would shout in her face before deciding to use a move of her own. Max would reach for an arm, placing it between his legs before aiming to flip over Zero's body while looking to throw her over and to the mat, ending up in a painful armbar.