Makie vs Makoto - Makie's big match.

Makoto tried to hold firm and if Makie was still grabbing her ankle, Makoto went to lean back to try and apply bone crushing pressure to the ankle to try and force Makie to release.

The counter-hold was enough to make Makie let go. Biting her lower lip to stop from crying out any further, she tried to dig her elbows into the mat, hoping to roll herself and Makoto over in the hopes of weakening the other girl's grip.

As Makie struggled to turn them over, Makoto would smartly try to roll with her so that when Makie went on her stomach, Makoto would attempt to transition the hold into a reverse grapevine ankle lock similar to what Kurt Angle would do towards the end.

"Agh...AAAAAGH!" Makie's head slumped against the mat now as Makoto worked her over. Sweat began to drench her hair as the lock was modified and Makoto began to torture her legs even further. She shook her head, trying to shut out the pain and fight back. Digging her elbows into the mat, she tried to drag them further towards the ropes.

I won't win fighting her at her own submission game, she thought. I need to wear her down with strikes first...hit her hard enough to soften her. I WON'T lose this time!

Makoto wrapped her own naked legs around Makie's bare limb. She grabbed the ankle of the leg tightly and started jerking it right and left about 3 times almost like she was making love to the leg.

"Tap! TAPPPP!!! I'll snap your fucking ankle!" Makoto almost seemed to be in a Kurt Angle-like zone.

However it was likely that one thing Midori did drill into Makie was guts and determination. Perhaps the amount needed to weather this brutal hold and make it to the ropes.

Makoto was really working on her legs now, twisting them back and forth as though she were trying to snap them off. The pain was almost unbearable, but Makie was not going to give this girl the satisfaction of tapping out. Not here, not now, not ever.

"FFFFFUUUUCK....YYYOOOOOU!" she managed to say, fighting back tears of pain as she dragged her body forwards. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, surging forwards enough to shoot her arm out and grab the bottom rope.

Makoto screamed in frustration as Makie managed to grab the rope. The ref got in her face and started the countdown.

"FFFUUUUCCCKKKKKK!!!!"

Makoto would not let go right away and continued to twist and pull on the leg extra hard as the ref counted down to 3 however at 4 Makoto let go abruptly and rolled away.

Makie's teeth were clenched as she slowly pulled herself up on the ropes, sweat dripping down from her hair. I won't lose, she thought to herself. Not again. I'm going to show everyone here that I can compete here, and that I can win. Pain shot through her legs as she pulled herself up. After I kick this bitch's face in, she mentally added.

Pulling herself up, she turned around, breathing heavily as she faced Makoto.

Makoto spent some time arguing with ref over the fact that has not released the hold on makie right away when rope was reached. Eventually she shoved past ref to reach for Makie's short hair as she got up.

Makie growled as Makoto reached for her hair. Reacting quickly, she grabbed at her offending arm and twisted, trying to reverse their positions and get Makoto back-first against the ropes. If she was successful, then she would follow up by grabbing at her wrist and kicking her leg up against her midsection and chest again and again.

"Don't! Fucking! Underestimate! Me!" she shouted with each kick.