Anti/Hero - Michiko Shimizu vs. "Major" Millie Walker

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Michiko's grin and wink left Millie unable to do anything but smile. Even as tired as she was, it was good to see her opponent enjoying the match that much.

But still, this was a match, and at this point in the match the initiative was Millie's to lose. That meant hesitating just based on a fuzzy feeling wasn't something that she could afford- especially when that momentary pause might be the difference between her pushing forwards and her dozing off. So she moved in, clamped onto Michiko, then swung her back. It was harder than it would normally be, the high level of effort she'd put into the match was catching up with her. But being tired wasn't going to stop her, and so she managed to lift up the Violet-haired woman and swing her up and around, sending her crashing down into the canvas with a vibrating SLAM!

She'd done it. And to celebrate, Millie afforded herself a few moments to just lay there and suck in a few pants of air before glancing over at her opponent with a small smile. "Up fer a beer after?" She'd quietly ask, a small friendly invite to an opponent who'd put a lot of herself into their battle. That was something she respected.

But the match was still on, and it still had to end. With a huff Millie would try to push herself up, trying to get to her feet before her foe so that she grab Michiko by the hair, pull her up to her knees, and straddle her shoulder to try and set up for the big finish.

[CaptainL]

Likewise, Michiko was winded from the fall she had made, no less the action of this match, which had left her constantly on her toes in her efforts to keep up with the pace of dealing with such a well-matched opponent. As she lay on her back, her chest rose and fell with a few pants, but she looked back up at Millie. At first, her conversational tone confused her. Wasn't Millie supposed to be a heinous villain, whose schemes Michiko was out to thwart? But now, it seemed...Michiko might have misjudged her foe, and her face softened a bit. If Millie was willing to go out for drinks after this, she must be an honorable contender after all, and Michiko's efforts had proven her worthy of her respect. The lilac-haired girl couldn't judge someone like that too harshly. Propping herself up on her elbows, Michiko gave a nod in Millie's direction. "Sure," she said. "Sounds good."

But while Michiko was fighting her way up, it looked like Millie had her own plans to help her to her feet, through means less conducive to Michiko's plans. She caught her by her hair and pulled her to her knees, moving to entangle her shoulders. Could it all have been a dirty trick after all? Whether it was or not, Michiko wasn't planning on going down this easily! Biting her lip, she tried to get her arms into place around Millie's waist, attempting to lift herself up using her opponent for support as well as securing a hold on her to counter.

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A little smile spread across Millie's lips as she heard Michiko accept her invitation. She was glad that the lilac-haired woman was open to the idea, and hoped that they could end the day on friendlier terms than they had started. But while she may have respected her opponent enough to invite her out for a drink, that didn't mean that she would suddenly start going easy on her.

So she grabbed Michiko by the hair, pulled her opponent up to her knees, and went to entangle the woman's shoulder with her legs. Slowly, she would raise an arm into the air and form a fist, ready to unleash the Atomic Noogie on her opponent!

But evidently, Michiko had other plans. Millie blinked, pausing as she felt Michiko's arms wrap around her waist and locked in. Her fist fell suddenly as both of the Briton's hands grabbed at her foe's arms, trying to pry them off of her. But while she was busy with that, Michiko started to rise and brought Millie off of her balance in the process.

"W-Whoa!" The Briton yelped out, desperately trying to keep her footing and push her foe back down even as Michiko locked in her counter hold.

[CaptainL]

The thought that she might have been tricked crossed Michiko's mind, as Millie started to get her own finished in place. But the next thought to come to her mind would be a simple one: two could play at that game! She wasn't going to give Millie the chance to count her out just yet, and she would show her she wasn't as helpless as the Briton might have thought, as she snapped her arms into place around her waist, going to lift her off her feet!

Millie was quick to fight back, making her best efforts to resist. She reached for Michiko's arms and tried to pull them away. But Michiko was determined to hold on, snarling through her teeth as she tried to squeeze her tighter. She knew that Millie wasn't going to let her get away with her gambit if she had the choice, and that she would have to act quick. So she went right into her next move, going to swing her body backwards at the waist with Millie in tow, as she aimed to throw her head into the mat with a German suplex, hoping to land it before Millie could get away!

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"GRK-!"

Black spots filled Millie's vision as her head slammed hard into the canvas. Maybe she would have been able to break free of the violet-haired woman's hold earlier in the match. But now? She was already tired, and Michiko's grip was just too tight for her at the moment. So in the blink of an eye she felt control of the match slipping from her grasp, right as she felt the all too familiar woosh of air as she was flung up and brought down, crashing to the canvas straight on her head.

Hanging in Michiko's grasp, the Briton let out a slight moan as she felt the burning of muscles and the sore spots of each wound she'd taken over the past few matches bubbling their way up through the adrenaline. Even as motivated as she might be to break free of her foe's grasp and put Michiko on the defensive, motivation didn't mean much if her body wasn't able to keep up.

She had to admit, the ninja-girl was good. Damn good. So good that the Briton was considering just calling the match now. Unfortunately for both of them, she was far too stubborn for that to ever happen, so instead she hung in her foe's grasp in an attempt to regain some strength and wait for an opening to use it.

[CaptainL]

The two women both struggled to gain control of the hold, each wrapping arms around the other's waist and trying to apply more force. But in the end, it was Michiko who won out, and she managed to lift Millie off her feet. From there, it was all downhill. Quite literally in this case, at least as far as Millie was concerned, as Michiko swung her straight into a German suplex. The momentum swept her body overhead, across the Japanese woman's shoulders, and landed her headfirst into the canvas.

For a few seconds, Michiko hung there, holding Millie still by the waist behind her as she tried to get the air back in her lungs. The match had been going on for a while, and it was becoming a test of endurance for her, with Millie forcing her to use all of the strength and power she could summon. She panted for breath, her chest rising and falling. But soon, she would collect herself. And she knew that it wasn't over yet. If Millie hadn't broken away by then, Michiko would go to hoist her up again, to bring her down with a second German suplex!

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Millie could tell what was coming. Throughout the match, the Briton had come to the conclusion that her opponent was the kind of person that would never miss the chance to go for seconds on something like a suplex. But where she may have struggled on the first one, trying to apply more force than her foe could and escape from the violet-haired woman's grasp, this time she was too far gone to put up anything but a token resistance.

But, that didn't mean she was going to just lay there and take it.

Millie would tense herself as she felt herself being lifted up once more, bringing her arms up to shield her head from quite so savage a blow this time. She just had to ride it out until she regained some strength and a chance to strike back presented itself. But, that was much easier said than done as she was thrown about again, shaking the canvas as she hit it with a hissing breath.

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Michiko's back was aching, and her arms burned with the exertion she put on them to whip Millie around and around the ring, hoisting her up for a few seconds before spinning back around and bringing her head towards the mat once again. Her breaths came hot and harsh, and sweat was dripping down her brow. Millie was certainly an opponent who was forcing her to use all of her stamina, and it was draining from her fast.

But she wasn't done yet. She knew that she was going to need to end this soon, lest the match outlast her reserves. If she collapsed then and there, it wouldn't do her much good, especially if Millie proved to have more in her than she thought. Luckily, her opponent had already eaten two powerful blows to the head - and, if she could muster it, she was going to go for a third! Straining with all her might, she went to lift Millie again to drop her back onto her head. If that worked, she would then release her, going to stop for a few seconds to try and catch her breath.

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Once was inevitable, twice had hurt, and thrice? Well, Millie wasn't sure she could take another suplex and still be able to stand up after. It was a small blessing that Michiko seemed to be nearly as tired as she was, at least if the heavy breaths and dripping sweat that her opponent was giving off were any indication. For a moment the Briton had hoped that the violet-haired woman would wind up too tired to continue and release her, but the feeling of Michiko's body tensing dashed those hopes.

"Hrr..." A tired growl slipped from Millie's barred teeth as she realized that if there was any hope to salvage a win she was going to have to act now - no matter how much her body seemed to complain about it. Groaning as she felt herself lift off the ground, Millie would strain her aching muscles and bring her aching arms around, straining to slam her elbows back into her foe's sides as her growl intensified into a shout! "RAAAAAH!"

[CaptainL]

With her second suplex landing, Michiko was sure that things were going her way, and that she would have nothing to fear. She was on a roll; she might as well bring things home with a third blow! The crowd was cheering louder, urging Michiko on to finish the trio of throws she had hyped them up for. If Michiko could get a third suplex in, surely it would spell doom for Millie, and she would be able to finish the match off; she had her doubts that anyone could withstand three such blows to the head in quick succession and still come back for more.

Michiko's plan, however, was predicated on the fact that she would, in fact, be able to land the move she had set up for.

Millie was less than happy about that, and soon enough she would be making those feelings known to her. Before Michiko could bring her down, Millie struck back, her elbows striking out and landing sharply into the Japanese girl's spine. Crying out in pain from the sudden jab, Michiko was forced to abandon her scheme, letting go of Millie. She clutched her back, stumbling over as she tried to dull the pain. Michiko would fall onto her knees in the process, taking her eyes off of Millie and leaving her open!