MIdori Himeno vs Alex - Power Girl vs Power Man

Alex would be able to nail her with that blow to the abs. Midori grunetd and tightened up, absorbing the blow as best as she could though she stll took a little bit of damage. Then she saw the attacks coming at her breast and sides and instinctively lifted her arms to block the first two attacks. Then before he could go for a third, she spun around to the side feinting behind him as he overextended the attack and went to drive a hard elbow to his back.

If she hit, she would follow up with two kicks to the side and a solid uppercut amed to the chin.

Alex stumbled forward from the elbow to the back. Turning around on his heels and caught the two kicks to the kidneys, pushing him to the opposite side a bit. Alex executed a sidestep to the right allowing the uppercut to discharge without hitting him. Azure seas were blurred as he began to pick up acceleration, calf muscles flexing and relaxing in instantaneous rhythm as his stride increased in potency. Immediately rotating a 180 degrees to the left in order to kick the opponent directly in the medulla oblongata. If she ducked Alex should turn in the opposite direction, bringing the heel towards the left side of her head. Leg sweeping outward with enough force to collide into her ankles, with exertion. Levitating upward. 360°; The Interceptor should then catapult his shin against the right side of the woman, thrust her further airborne. Ebon boots should only then arched up; rapidly following behind the spinning body. Being midair, only at this point should he inserting his instep strongly against her right side abdomen. 720° spin; Catapulting another shin kick towards her directly centered facial structure, needing her body leveled with the mat. Shifting his weight; Shoulders pivoting downward, as his heel followed behind, execution of a powerful heel kick to her abdomen in order to pound her into the canvas.

Midori was not able to dodge the first kick and it would hit her with enough force to knock her flat on the mat and she went facedown with a grunt before Alex could go for the sweep.

Alex went to Pick both of hers legs up immediately as she fell, and bent them backwards. Taking his left leg, putting it between her legs; Stepping it over the left side of of her body. He Crossed those legs together at the shin, holding it between his right arm. And Turned himself around (180 degrees) and she will be flipped over on her stomach. Applying pressure by sitting on her back and pulling her appendages back.

MIdori lay there as if stunned a bit. Then she became aware of Alex grabbing those long, strong brown legs of hers and then crossing them over. With his great strength he would be able to heve her over right away into the cloverleaf hold before she could escape.

MIdori let out a loud groan of pain throwing her head u and giving vent to a cry and then she buried her head in her hands shaking ehr ehad fiercely as she tried to stave off the agony in her thighs and lower back. The ref was in her face gesturing at her and asking if she wanted to submit. He would construe her constant head shaking as "nos" though it seemed Midori was doing it more to focus through the pain.

Midori would be strong and powerful enough that Alex at the most would only be able to bend her painfully but not break any bones. He would be able to feel the steely muscle in her bare legs tense up as she resisted his attempts to crank u the pressure and force her to submit.

Finally Midori seemed to register what the ref was asking and she would again throw her head up and give forth a primal scream. It was a cry of pain but also a cry of defiance and it would make even the referee back a way a bit and forget to keep asking her whether she gave up or not.

Then with dogged determination, sweat running down her brow and teeth gritted tightly, Midori would start pulling herself towards the ropes steadily, using her great strength and iron fortitude to fight through the pain and force the break.

No no no it wouldn't be that easy he wasn't about to let victory slip from his grasp. As she crawled to the ropes, he moved toward the center of the ring, dragging her carcass along for the ride, and increased the strain on her lower extremities. It was the smell of sweat and talent that permeated through the air; it was the stench of being thrown out of one's element, of no longer having control of the situation a hand or anything that might become of it; it was the stench of submission, of defeat.
Deciding to spice things up, the wrestler sitting at the feet of his supine opponent, grabbing the opponent's legs and lifts them up. Alex then bent her left leg so that the shin is behind the knee of the straight right leg, placing the ankle of the straight leg in his sweaty left armpit. With the same arm, he reach around the ankle and through the opening formed by the legs, and lock both hands together. The wrestler finally stepped over his opponent, proceeding to squat down on her ass, and leaned back to wrap right bicep around her neck. His hold should compress the legs, flex the spine, cut off the flow of oxygen to her body, and stretch the abdomen. A normal person would be in complete agony..

Midori was a born fighter and she was not going to go down this easily. As Alex tried to pull her back to the center of the ring, she dug in with her fingers into the mat and started to twist her trapped legs strongly to the side to start to fight against the hold. It was still very early in the match so Midori was able to tap into her reserves of guts and stamina.

She exerted the power of her muscular legs while taking advanage of the position they had around one of Alex's legs when he first tied her up and would try to exert the power needed to possibly scissor his leg with enough force to try and off balance him and throw him tothe ground. If he was able to resist she would attempt to pull her legs in with enough force to bring him in close temporarily and then kick off with great force, possibly nailing him in the jaw.

Looking at this miserable woman before him, the rage curdling inside, trying to wriggle her way of his hold. Once again yet another idiot enjoyed taking the time to look down upon Alex. Thinking that the asskicking to come would be unavoidable. Punish. Nothing need be said, she was a threat to the future world title reign. A threat the champ would extinguish! Arrogance truly is bliss - If only Alex was this. Letting go of her left leg he attempted to insert his size thirteen boot into the Achilles Heel, hopefully fracture the bone in the process. If that was successful, then he could attempt to drive the sole into the back of her calf muscle repeatedly. He raided the left leg up for a blowing kick directed at her inner thigh leg. The massive kick from the back heel of his combat boots sneaker should deliver intense pain to not just have her muscle tremble within however swell leaving behind a red swollen lump. Thus freeing his elbow and allowing his if successfully shift positions once more, grabbing her by the ankle, shifted his body around then sat down in a position where she would be on her stomach, while Alex heldtightly with both hands with the elbow joint cuffing, twisting, and pulling her right ankle back in a odd position where to the other fighter would either gave up or allow their ankle to be snapped off.

As Alex let go of her left leg and before he could try to crush her ankle, Midori, still on her back, put her hands behind her and went for a backflip, bring her left foot up with enough force that would crack Alex's jaw and force him to let go of her right leg. The moment she was back up she would retreat back t the ropes behind her and then use the momentum to sprng forth with a powerful double dropkick aimed for his face or chest.

A loud, ear splitting yelp was heard from the excruciating hit the male had just gotten. Alex was not one to fret nor give up in situations such as these, so he did all that he could to escape by letting himself….fall victim to the trap.He stood back on his feet immediately this woman was now drawing his ire, using it as fuel for a sidestep at just before the dropkick's point of impact. Letting her go flying past him into the ropes of whatever. He quickly lunge forward. To close for comfort, leaving the dodging window very minuscule. Intended striking the nostrils of the opponent with his bandanna adorned forehead with devastating force. Bending at the waist, he'd fire a speed left jab to the center of his opponent's chest in an attempt at getting the opponent to get the hell out of his personal space. It is impractical to put the body weight behind such punch, so power should be limited.