Zero Kotobuki vs "Mad" Max

Zero glanced at the clock as well. they still had plenty of time left, and no she was starting to take a commanding lead. Still, there was lots of time left for Max to make a comeback, but she wasn't about to let that happen. Zero never had any intention of going easy on her opponant anyway.

The bell to start the next ring sounded, and Zero stepped out from her corner. She looked at Max, and to her confusion hedid not come to meet her. He as staring up at the entrance ramp for some reason, and didn't seem to notice that the bell had rung. Zero wasn't about to waste an opportunity; if Max wasn't paying attention that was his own fault.

Marching up behind Max to a good eough rnge, Zero's leg ould shoot upwards like a missle for a massive kick to the side of Max's head for her signature Savate Kick, hoping to knock Max down, or perhaps even score another quick knockout.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Max quickly did the most cowardly thing he could think of, yet again. This time, however, his attempt to escape the ring met a bit of a complication. As he made his way through the ropes, the Savate kick caught a good portion of his torso and chin, promptly knocking him out of the ring and to the padding on the ground.

Had her kick hit properly Max would have been sprawled out on the mat, possibly out cold. As it was, having only nicked her opponant, the damage was considerbly less. Not to mention that he was outside the ring yet again. Well, at least this time he couldn't run away.

Jumping out of the ring Zero would land right next to where Max lay. She would then grab him and haul him back to his feet. If she managed that, she would deliver one powerful knee strike into his gut to keep him stunned, and then try to roll him back into the ring.

Max's world was spinning, but his sense of touch was fine, sadly. There was such a pain coursing through his jaw that he wanted to just end. He could feel himself being brought to his feet, so he acted as he truly felt: swinging wildly and violently. Sadly this reaction of his was simply comparable to a drunken sailor trying to finish a bar fight with a coat rack. Such a attempt would most likely mean Max was feeble to any strikes Zero decided unless he got lucky.

Max`s sudden surge of strikes caught Zero slightly off guard, expecting him to be nothing more than a beaten down slab of meat by this point. His will to fight impressed her some Most opponants would have been done at this point. Not that Max had a choice. They still had about half-an-hour to go.

His strikes were out of desperation and highly inaacuarate. But because they were so frantic Zero was having a hard time keeping hold of her opponant. It was only when one blow struck Zero across the face did she decide enough was enough. Zero`s cod eyes narrowed, and her hand would shoot out to latch onto Max`s hair. If she managed that, Zero wpuld abruptly pull Max`s head downwards, and her knee would fly up and the same time, and the two would meet in a thunderous collision.

Max felt a sense of elevation when he actually felt one of his punches land. Sadly this sense of pride was short-lived as he did little to prevent the head-to-knee collision, which could be heard in the cheapest seats in the arena. Lights out! Max was immediately sent into a state of unconsciousness from the blow; laid out like a sack of potatoes in a military bunker, ready to be julienned by Zero.

The sound of Zero's knee and Max's face colliding made all in the front row wince in sympathy for the silver-haire wrestler. But he should have known better than to get the merciless Zero Kotobuki anoyed. People who did had a habit of getting KO'd.

Holding the now unconscious Max up by his hair Zero stare at his sleeping face in silence, tring to determine if he was faking or not. Seeing that wasn't the case, Zero would then toss her opponant into the ring, and quickly slip in after him. She would then quickly hook his leg and cover him for a pin in the hopes of scoring another fall.

Zero would have little trouble successfully getting the three-count on Max as he was out like a light. Seeing this, after the pinfall, the ref would drag Max to the corner and put some smelling-salts underneath his nose. The effect of the salts instantly shot Max's eyes open, but the room was still spinning. How bad was it? How far were they along? How much was he even losing by at this point?

Zero waited patiently in the corner as the ref tried to revive Max, hewr arms resting on the top ropes and looking very bored. Then again, she always looked like that. She had taken a commanding lead over her male opponant now with a score of four falls to one, and there was still over a half-an-hour left on the clock. Of course, none of this meant Zero was gonna take it any easier on Max. She was the fighter, he was the opponant.

The bell rang to start the next round and Zero would then walk out of her corner. She raised her clenched fists at the ready in a fist fighting stance, ready to take it to Max once more.

Current Score: Zero - 4
Max - 1

Max shook his head side-to-side. He was already beaten, and there was still an entire second half of the match to go. How could he see himself continuing? As the bell rang, Max would slip out of the ring quickly, casually making his way over to where he left his hammer and plates. He was not planning on using them, only to run away with them. He wanted to go back stage and simply lay down his beaten body. The ref would start the count-out, looking back and forth from Zero to Max.