Tension World Title: John Mitchel (c) vs. Makie Akamatsu

As John advanced, Makie held her place, remaining propped up shakily on the ropes. She was too hurting and exhausted to just walk up and meet John, she knew, and at this stage, fighting John in a test of strength would be foolish. As she took a deep breath and tried to maintain her balance, she knew what her best bet was.

As John advanced, Makie suddenly sprang forward, throwing all of her strength into a sudden snap kick at her opponent's face. Hopefully, this would be fast enough that John wouldn't have time to block, and hopefully, it would knock John out or leave him stunned enough for her to pin him. She was determined to win this, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep fighting like this. "HYAAAA!"

Johnâ€s big frame and body gave him a lot of strength, but he also tired out. This match ws REALLY taking its toll on him. He huffed as he came at her again, but then suddenly she took him by surprise, snapping a kick in his face that he just could not react to! It totally dazed him and, while it didnâ€t KO him, it did send him sprawled out onto his back.

Makie felt the impact run up her leg as her boot crunched into John's face. The action nearly caused her to lose her balance, and she swayed uncertainly on her feet as John stumbled away from her, her weakened state almost causing her to collapse. She held on and retained her balance, before wiping damp hair out of her eyes.

Raising her arm to the crowd, she let out a loud, defiant yell. "CANNONBALL!" Running up to the middle rope, she took several deep breaths, before springing backwards, aiming to nail John and take him to the mat with a flying backflip!

John was too winded and too dazed to react to anything. As he groaned and tried to shake the cob webs out of his head, he heard his opponent shouting Cannonball! Grunting, John managed to turn himself around…just as the flying backflip crashed into him!

His eyes went wide and his mouth opened up, letting out a howl of pain as he bunched up, trying to roll and writhe but finding even that hard with his opponent on top of him.

For a brief moment, Makie was afraid that her move was going to fail-- that in her weakened state, she would botch the cannonball somehow and simply end up hurting herself more. But John was in just as bad a state as her, it seemed, and so he was unable to dodge in time as Makie flung herself against him, slamming him down to the mat with a crash.

Lying against him, Makie raised her arm briefly in triumph, before tiredly pressing her body across his, resting her forehead against his shoulder and taking several deep breaths as the ref girl started the countdown. "ONE..."

John was totally dazed, trying to catch his breath. He let out a gasp as he felt his opponent lean on him, raising her arms. Before he knew it, he was pinned.

John gasped as he heard the ref count. “TWO!...” she shouted. This got Johnâ€s attention. The red head let out a groan as he felt his forehead on his shoulder. Groaning, he rolled his arms out to shove her up, using what was left of his muscle and strength to force her off and break the pin. The two wrestlers were as tired as they could be.

Even as she lay against John, too exhausted even to move, Makie's heart was pounding in her chest. This was it, she knew. Once that countdown reached three, then that title would be hers, and all of her hard work, effort and pain would be worth it. She held her breath, waiting for the three count to come...

...only for John to get a shoulder up at the last minute, nearly throwing her off. "W-what?" she gasped. She couldn't believe it: even now, after she had slammed, kicked and punched John more times than she could count, he still wasn't staying down! She was forced to roll onto her back, and clutched her head, frustrated beyond belief now.

"No." Pushing her tired body beyond its limits, she threw herself back on top of John to force him back down to the mat, pressing her body down against his to drive him onto his back. She moved to trap one of his arms under her armpit, while sliding her free arm around John's neck, digging her shoulder into his throat as she hugged him tightly in a frontal sleeper.

"I'm...not...losing...to you..." she breathed into John's ear as she poured all of her remaining strength into the sleeper. "Your...title...is mine!" Around them, the crowd was going wild as Makie made this one last, desperate move, many fans cheering their respective champions on. Many others still hooted at the close, suggestive way the two were pressed together, but everyone could see that the match now hinged on this moment.

Johnâ€s red hair was slick against his head. He was hot, tired, sweaty, and soar. This match had put him through the ringer, brought him to hell and back. He barley felt aware of what was happening. He let out a grunt as she forcefully came back onto him, her bosom crushed against his chest as trapped his arm and jammed her shoulder into his throat.

His eyes rolled back as he gaged and coughed, trying to do something about the sleeper. “Gaggh….eggh….you…nghh…” John groaned, trying to say something back as he felt himself being choked and crushed. Slowly, though, his other arm worked its way behind him. His one free arm pushed against the mat, trying to get him to sit up. If he could do that, instead of breaking the sleeper, heâ€d fight to get that free arm around her body and squeeze her closer.

This was dam hard and dam risky. He could easily loose right here, and he knew that getting up was dicey. The girl was choking the life out of him, and even if he could get to his feet he may collapse from the choke…his vision began to be constricted as he fought.

Makie's slender body hugged closely against John's as she squeezed into him, her warm breath against her neck as she kept her arm pressed tightly around her throat. Her dark hair was lank with sweat, and it was clear to the audience that she was on her last legs. Even now, though, she was hell bent on victory, and was determined to defeat John at any cost.

Slowly but surely, though, John began to push himself up into a sitting position, even as he began to turn blue from Makie's sleeper. Makie felt John wrap an arm around her, and her face reddened when she suddenly became aware of how closely they were pressed together. She didn't stop squeezing him, though: attractive as he was, John wasn't escaping any time soon.

"Nnngh...you're not...getting out...that easily..." she whispered into his ear as her chin rested solidly on her shoulder. Rotating her lower body, she brought her legs up around John's bare midsection, her thighs clamping around her waist as her ankles locked behind his back. Clenching her teeth, she leaned her head back as she added a body scissor to John's woes, sweat dripping down her forehead as she poured all her strength into both holds. She was not going to let go until John tapped or passed out, and the audience knew it.

John had to admit, he found Makie just as attractive as Makie found him. Part of him enjoyed how close they were, their bodies crushed together, their struggles bringing them tightly against one another. He felt her breath against his ear as she kept whispering. “Knew it wouldnâ€t be…easy…dam…awesome…” He tried to say something to compliment her…as genune as the sentiment was, his sentence was a bit jumbled up by his lack of air. In this position, another Tension wrestler might have snuck a peck on the cheek…but John would never do that unless he was sure the other person was receptive. He wasnâ€t sure…and he was busy being choked and suffocated.

Soon, she wrapped her legs around him. Just as he began to get to his feet, she began to crush his strong, muscular body. His longs contracted as more air was forced out. His knees began to wobble. His eyes rolled back as sweat poured into them, stinging him as he fought to stand up…

He was getting closer…and closer…and closer…until finally he managed to get up…he teetered a bit. His free arm flailed as he tried to keep his balance.

For a second, he nearly fell backwards and landed on his ass…but he regained his balanced. Letting out a mighty roar, he tried to thrust his body forward, so he would fall down on top of her and slam her onto the mat, aiming to crush her in the slam!