Zero Kotobuki vs "Mad" Max

Zero was slightly alarmed when Maz suddenly disapeared when he slipped under the ring. She looked back and forth, wondering where he would pop up. Then to her relief he re-entered the ring, no longer armed. Zero was none the less scowling, not liking being played with like that. Raising her fists she would try to approach Max again, this time ducking in low so that she may grab his legs and yank them out from under him.

Max had no sooner gotten to his feet than had them taken out from underneath him. This was not what he had pictured. Quickly grabbing for the ropes behind him to try and escape her expert hands at submissions.

By grabbing Max`s legs she hoped to put him into some kind of leg lock. She had a few in mind already. Unfortunately Max was a little closer to the ropes than she had first thought, and his quick reflexes managed to grab them. Unfortunately for Max Zero was a quick thinker as well. Still having a tight gip on his legs, Zero would immediately haul backwards, trying to yank him right out from the ropes and slam his back into the mat.

Max's grip on the ropes didn't last for long as Zero yanked him from the safety they provided. His back slamming to the mat, Max quickly twisted and turned as he tried to make a way to escape whatever twisted thoughts Zero might have.

Like the expereinced grappler that she was Zero hooked her arms underneath Max's knees to prevent him from escaping or turning over. Once a firm grip was reapllied Max would not be escaping Zero's clutches anytime soon.

With a cld glare down at the silver-haired wrestler, Zero would attempt to drag Max by hi legs into the center of the ring, taking him away from the safety of the ropes. If she could manage that, Zero would then use Max's legs to turn him over into a painful boston crab.

Max did a slight sit-up as he was dragged away from the ropes, just to try and get a read on Zero and her intentions. The poker face of the grappler spoke volumes despite being no different than earlier: all aboard to pain-town, one way ticket, specially reserved for Max. Sure enough, Max felt himself turned-over, despite all of his attempted protests. He suddenly felt himself being stretched in an awkward pose that all the yoga in the world would never help a man like him.

The boston crab was expertly applied, causing Max to constantly be holding his head as if the pain would go away. It didn't. What should he do? Should he tap again? or should he hold on in case he found a way out of this? His pride would be fighting with his logic.

Zero's face was as blank as ever as she applied this new submission, cranking back on Max's legs with ever expanding pressure. Zero as a very handy grappler in every sense of the word, and as such, she knew how to make painful submissions even more painful.

Scooting her butt back on Max's back Zero would then nearly be sitting on Max's s shoulders, giving her much more room to pull back harshly on his legs. If she managed that Max would be bent into a nearly perfect U shape, with his feet nearly touching the back of his head.

Everybody has a breaking point. A good gymnast would easily be able to endure this position for a longer time, but Max was no gymnast. As the hold went from a simply painful Boston crab into a test of Max's ability to be shaped into different round letters, his breaking point was reached. Tapping wildly Max found himself doing something he had not done since starting wrestling: he was crying. Albeit it was a mere tearing up, but it was crying nonetheless. He would continue tapping until Zero released the hold, just wanting to stop being hyper-extended.

Zero didn't need to hear the bell sound to kno that Max had given up. His tapping as as loud as it was desperate. And so releasing both of his tortured legs Zero would release Max from the painful boston crab.

Standing back up the woman would head to her corner without so much as a backwards glance at Max. Zero's ring mentality had taken over. She had become a cold machine preprogramed to utterly destroy Max until the time limit as up. Stepping into her corner she rested against it looking at Max with her cold yello eyes, ones that were devoid of sympathy for the silver-haired wrestler.

Max could do nothing but painfully roll to his corner and lay there in agony. He looked back at the ramp, which the display showed the time left in the match. To his dismay, they weren't even half-way done yet. He was down by two falls and needed to do something that could swerve the count in his favor.

In his mind, he knew he had one ace up his sleeve, which he intended to use as soon as possible. Right now he needed to get to his feet, or at least regain his remaining strength. Looking back at the entrance ramp, he could have sworn he saw a masked woman waving goodbye to him. He shook his head and blinked twice, with the bell ringing. When he looked again, she was gone. Was he crazy? He needed to pay attention before Zero pulled another quick fall on him.