L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The moment that Michiko's arms recoiled from her, Millie threw herself off to the side. The Briton landed against the canvas with a thud, rolling as far away from the Japanese girl as far as she could, while her arms instinctively moved upwards to shield her head.

A pounding headache stabbed at her mind, leaving her gasping and writhing, barely able to form a thought. Damn this girl was good. She could only hope that her blow had slowed Michiko down enough to not capitalize on the ex-pilot's current vulnerable state on the mat.

"Ha.... GRAAAAH!" Millie's shout came as she pressed her forehead into the ground, her arms moving to pull her across the canvas towards the nearest ropes. Eyes glaring into the audience with a determination burning within her gaze. As she reached them, she would pull herself up like a woman clinging to the cliff's edge, before turning with a wild gaze as she locked eyes on her foe.

Leaning back into the ropes, arms wide for support, she would bounce herself once, twice, three times then launch herself forwards and leap at her foe, aiming to slam an outstretched thigh into Michiko's chest!

While Michiko was busy trying to nurse the pain in her back, Millie was already well on her way to her next move, as she was soon able to pull herself over to the ropes. From on the mat, the lilac-haired girl tried to catch her breath, starting to push herself back up to her feet for a moment only to find her legs still too sore to support her weight when she fell back down. With her breaths hoarse and short, Michiko, hearing the cry of determination coming from behind her, started to turn her head back over her shoulder to try and determine the source of the noise - but she still wasn't quite prepared for what she saw.

As Millie bounced herself off the ropes, at first Michiko was confused. She didn't know what she might have been doing; working up her momentum perhaps? For someone who had focused more on power in her moveset, Michiko wasn't sure what to expect from such a display. But she'd get the answers one way or another, as Millie catapulted herself forward - and hit her square in the chest with a thigh kick! With a cough, Michiko fell backward, splayed out on her back.