Kyo Akamatsu vs Rebecca Tomoko

"UAGH!" Kyo gasped as Rebecca's shoulder collided with is midsection. The blow sent him doubling over, his legs giving out from under him as he sank down against the corner post. Sucking in air through clenched teeth, Kyo wearily dropped to the mat, rolling sideways to get out of the ring and recuperate.

Rebecca growled as Kyo slumped down, trying to wrap her powerful arms around the Japanese boy and pull him out, not letting him get any breathing space, literally, as the amazon poured all her strength into breaking the Samurai with a bearhug in the corner.

For the second time in this match, Kyo felt like his ribs were on the verge of snapping as Rebecca wrapped her powerful arms around him. He bit back a cry of agony as he was lifted off his feet, Rebecca's strong arms coiling tightly around his abs.

"NNNnnnnnngghh...." If his arms were free, then Kyo would grab at Rebecca's head with one hand and begin slamming his free fist into her face again and again, hoping that this would convince her to let him go. If his arms were trapped, however, then in an act of complete desperation, he would tilt his head back before swinging it forward in a vicious headbutt. As battered as he was, he wasn't giving up just yet.

"Ngggggghhhhh!" Rebecca growled with effort as she tried her best to break Kyo in two with her bearhug not focusing on trying to sap the last bit of strength from him, leaving her open if he could fight through the pain. "Ugh!" She grunted, of course he could. Kyo had fought her back every step of the way.

The punch struck her cleanly in the nose, the amazon's grip loosened considerably while a few drips of red started trailing down her lips. A hint of pure fury crossing her face as she licked her lips before her grip tightened again and she began to move herself. "RRRRAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!" Rebecca roared as she tried to throw Kyo down to the mat, spinning herself for a side belly-to-belly suplex

Kyo felt Rebecca stagger slightly from his last punch. He gave a dry rasp as she squeezed him. He sensed that he may have made her even angrier than before, but he didn't care: he wanted out of this hold.

Before he could nail Rebecca with another punch, however, she arched backwards, throwing him. Kyo's world turned upside down as he was sent flying overhead, before colliding with the mat in a mighty crash. His mouth opened in a wordless gasp of pain, his body arching upward before he collapsed fully onto his back, his legs kicking once or twice at the mat as he lay there.

Rebecca lay motionless on the mat for a few seconds, the amazon catching her breath as the Samurai writhed in pain. A small pool of blood gathered on her upper lip, her left eye was bruised and the repeated blows had taken their toll on her head, the amazon still feeling slightly dizzy, slowly getting to her feet. "This..." she growled, moving to pick Kyo up so he'd be facing away from her "ends... now."

Kyo made no reply as he was slowly pulled to his feet. He was breathing heavily, and stumbled to his feet in a wobbly daze. His lean yet musclar body was covered in sweat, and it was clear to the audience that this match was beginning to take its toll on him. Many members of the audience held their breath as Rebecca pulled the Samurai up in preparation for what must be a pretty nasty move.

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It had been a tough point, at several points where the amazon thought she had it, Kyo had always fought back, but not this time... well if he could, she wouldn't know what she'd have to do to end this. Slinging one of Kyo's arms over her neck, Rebecca began to arrange the samurai's defeat, lifting him up for what most people would assume to be another high-up impact back drop, but as he was lifted a good 6 feet off the ground, spun around so he was upside down, a long way to fall into a piledriver.

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Kyo groaned a little as he was lifted up by Rebecca, hoisted off his feet with apparently little effort. His lean, muscular body was covered in a sheen of sweat by this point, contrasting with the shine of Rebecca's own dark skin as her arms slid around him. The Samurai looked too dazed, too weak, to fight back. Despite this, his fans chanted and stomped in the background, urging him to break free somehow, to fight back.

At this point in the match, Kyo was in a world of pain. It hurt to breathe due to the impact his throat had taken against the rope, and his spine and upper body were all a throbbing mass of agony. At the rate this match was going, he was bound to leave the ring in a stretcher. Even so, he still had enough strength left for one last, desperate gambit. As Rebecca turned him upside down, Kyo tried to kick his legs, hoping to loosen Rebecca's grip enough that he would fall backwards behind her. If this happened, then he would try to wrap his arms around her throat before he hit the ground, and from there, maybe even try to get his legs around her powerful waist as well.

If Kyo failed, of course, then he would be nailed in the powerful piledriver, and the blow would be enough to drive all of the remaining fight out of him. Even if Kyo managed this move, however, he would be a long way from winning this match: Rebecca was still in much better shape than he was, and had far fewer injuries slowing her down. All the same, Kyo resolved that if he was going to lose, he was going to make Rebecca remember this match at least.

Rebecca was in the most risky part of her Gran Rey Cero finisher, flipping people over the top of her head usually went smoothly enough, but there was always the risk that someone would catch her out at that point. A point that Kyo managed to exploit, spinning himself so he landed on her back and pulled the big girl down with him.

Her hands instinctivley went to Kyo's wrists, trying to pry them off before the amazon started to feel the effects of the choke hold but it didn't change the fact that victory had been snatched from her grasp.