Mariko Ishii vs Blue Thunder Mask

Mariko sighed in relief as she managed to escape her opponent's pin attempt, breaking the referee's count, then took a moment to try to get her bearings. But not immediately moving away from BTM proved to be a mistake. Because a moment later the masked man turned her over and sat on her back, draping her arms over his legs and wrenching back on her chin with an excruciating camel clutch.

"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she cried out in agony. But what left Mariko's lips next was something she'd imagine would come as surprise to most people in BTM's current position. "Mmmm, yeah, that's it... Stretch me out real good, big guy~ It'll feel all the more special… when I return the favor soon…" she said, both her masochistic and sadistic sides showing at the same time. The painful and somewhat embarrassing nature of the hold that gave the crowd a wonderful view of her chest began to turn her on. But it also served to fuel her desire to retake control and make BTM suffer more.

Now began the long, arduous task of crawling to the ropes. Slowly Mariko inched forward, pulling BTM right along with her as she went. Groaning and grunting in pain from the hold while she moved, the Japanese beauty occasionally lifted her arms as much as she could before trying to drive her elbows onto BTM's thighs to either weaken the hold or force him to release it. But if he held on, her only choice would be to continue struggling toward the ropes.

BTM grabbing hold of Mariko chin after draping her arms over his thighs applying the classic submission hold the Camel Clutch, thought while pulling onto her chin that he was hoping, wishing, she would give up to him quickly so he wouldnt have to force himself to keep getting tougher on her, but while pulling onto her chin he hear something out of her mouth that wasnt he was expecting. "W-what?! Ummm... uhhh"

Blue Thunder Mask was speechless when she respond like she likes it a lot and same time, she want to whoop him hard when she can get back at him. *gulp* He swallowed while pulling onto her chin and distracted by her words, then she would get her arms off his thighs to smack right at it. "Ughhh!" His grip onto her chin letting go, hopefully BTM the young wrestler tries to slide his arms under hers and clamp his hands together behind her head, trying to pull her up standing into his Full Nelson. "Q-quit saying weird stuff like that Mariko!"

Mariko was both relieved and disappointed when she was freed from the camel clutch. Being bent and stretched in such a provocative position had been exhilarating, but she still had a match to win, and was glad she'd given herself a chance to keep fighting. She began to pull herself back up. But right as she made it back to all fours, she was suddenly pulled up to her feet by BTM, whose arms snaked around hers before locking behind her head in a tight full nelson hold.

"Agh!" she grunted, before suddenly chuckling in spite of the pain this hold was inflicting. "It's not nice to call people weird. That's just one more thing… I'll have to punish you for!" she shouted, before stomping the heel of her boot down onto the top of BTM's right foot, hoping this would be enough to force him to weaken or release the hold he had her in.

If this worked, she'd spin to get behind the masked man before sliding her arms under around his, now putting him in a full nelson just as he'd done to her a moment ago. "You're quite a feisty one, aren't you?~" she cooed, leaning her head down to speak right by his ear. "But lets see how long that lasts."

If she'd managed to apply the submission hold, Mariko would hold it for several seconds, attempting to wear BTM down some more with it. But she knew the chances of him submitting were low, thug honestly she wouldn't want him to just yet anyway. So, she'd then lean back and attempt to slam her opponent onto the back of his head and neck with a dragon suplex, and would keep her arms locked around his while bridging into a pinning attempt upon impact.

BTM gotten the hold of her with his hands locking under her arms, he can feel that he got her good and trying to weaken her as much as he could, thought he did well yet still she doesnt seem to be pretty happy when he called her weird about that reactions from his Camel Clutch not too long ago. "Unnnnn wait what? Gahhh ouch!" He quickly let go of her after she surprised him with a stomp on his foot, hurts like a bee sting!

He was hopping on his good foot to grab his pained foot not aware until it was too late when she catches him from behind, felt her smooth and soft hands slipping under his arms and applying the same submission he did to her. "Unnnn no let go!" He shakes his head and arms flailing around trying to get out of her hold but by the time he could try getting out of her hold somehow. "Wait.... hey wait no!"

He felt himself being lifted up and getting flown up backward slamming down on the back of his neck, really really hard. "gahhh!" His legs were split and arms kind of spread out too, groaning from a slam he would try squirming out of the pinfall to try kick out before the two count or at least one count. "Nghhhh!"

Mariko had taken control once again, as her dragon suplex successfully drove BTM down onto the mat while putting him straight into the bridging pin as the referee quickly dropped down to make the count.

"One…!" she shouted as her hand slapped the mat. And try as Mariko might to keep his shoulders down, the masked man's struggling managed to free himself from the pin right before the referee could slap the mat for the two count. However, Mariko now saw a chance to press her advantage, and she fully intended to take advantage of it.

The second he kicked out, Mariko quickly pulled herself back to her feet and grinned sadistically as she waited for BTM to pull himself back to his feet. "Come on…" she mumbled under her breath. And once the masked wrestler was at least back up to his knees before grabbing him by his hair and pulling him up the rest of the way. Hoping to strike again before he could recover enough to counter, the Japanese woman hooked her left arm just under BTM's neck, while using the other to grab his leg just behind the knee. With a grunt, she'd then attempt to fling her opponent overhead again and slam him down onto his back with an exploder suplex.

If the suplex was successful, she'd crawl over to him and grab his wrists before stretching them out over his head and pinning them to the mat. Mariko would then swing a leg over BTM's body and place her shins over his shoulders while framing his head between her thighs and sitting on his upper chest and neck in a tight schoolgirl pin. Once again, the referee would then come over and begin to count the pin, slapping her hand on the mat.

"One…!"

But fatigue was starting to become a factor for Mariko as well. And if her opponent managed to free himself from the pin, he would have much more time to rest this time, because Mariko would need a moment to catch her breath as well.

BTM squirming in her hold that he wanted to reach down for his foot that was stomped on, yet she was fairly strong to hold him up and not for long to keep him up as Mariko lifting him up and pinning him hard right onto the mat with his back, groaning on the mat, feeling really winded by the harsh landing though after a two count where he kicks out, laying on the mat trying to regain his senses. "Nghhh...."

Slowly trying to pushes himself up, his head feels like all bouncing around, really dizzy yet still able to keep himself going, just barely though, groaning that he barely struggle to stand on his feet, which he was getting pulled by his hair making him winced in pain where he was pulling in her arm and grabbing his leg, he doesnt really know whats going on but felt bit nervous where her hand is holding onto between his legs. "Nghhhhh unnnnn.....?!"

He feels himself lifted up rather quickly and fling him down hard into a big slam onto the mat, causing him to bounce on the mat where he sat up before falling to his side, laying there for a moment. "Ohhhh....." Eventually he felt himself laying on his back with his arms pinning down over his head and pinning over his arms, wedging his head between her legs, he slowly waking his eyes open to see her pinning him down and there was a first count and then eventually "TWO!"

Though he would try squirming under her pin, feeling bit weak still yet BTM trying regain slowly his strength, hoping he could pushes her off, he tries to turn his body over if lucky enough to kick her off, though hoping she doesnt have plans to play with him, the bad way that is. "Nghhh......"

It was quite apparent Mariko's suplexes had done an excellent job wearing BTM down, as the masked man's attempts to squirm free of the schoolgirl pin didn't cause the Japanese beauty to even budge. She remained firmly seated on top of her opponent with the pin, smirking down at him confidently.

"Nice try, but-- GAH!" she said, her voice suddenly cutting off as a BTM's kick found its mark and struck the center of Mariko's back, causing her to stumble forward just enough to send her off of him and release him from the pin at the last possible moment before the referee's hand could slap the mat for the third time.

"You just don't know when to give up, do you…" Mariko said, half annoyed and half amused as she pulled herself back to his feet. She then waited for BTM to pick himself up, taking a moment to catch her breath while she waited.

BTM feeling so light heading from getting thrown around like that, those two moves were pretty strong that knocking his brain around from the Dragon Suplex then the Explorer Suplex, he barely done any of his own suplex to her yet, still he wouldnt have a chance at of right now when hes getting pinned down. "Nnnnn...."

He have to get out of it as he can, kicking out where his foot hit her from behind, on accident actually, knocking her right off his chest and finally able to take a breather himself. "nghhh... no I wont.... wont give up.... ohhhh..." He bravely said it, slowly rolling himself up on all fours and weakly pushing himself up that his body shaking a bit, but hopefully he trying to back away from Mariko and resting his back against the turnbuckle, taking a breather. "You're.... you're tough.... ohhh..."

Mariko found BTM's bravery rather admirable as she watched him once again get back up and back into the turnbuckle. Still, she had a weakened opponent in her sights. And like a shark that smelled blood in the water, she began to move toward her victim. She had for the most part recovered by the time he'd gone into the corner, and that might give her just the edge she needed to put BTM away.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you to say." she said as she drew close. She'd moved toward him slowly instead of charging in order to avoid accidentally crashing into the turnbuckle, and in hopes that her opponent was too tired to run out of the corner to get away from her before she got to him. If indeed he remained in the corner by the time Mariko got there, she'd lightly snake her arms around his neck. "But, being sweet isn't going to save you from me."

She'd then pull down on his head and shove his face right into her breasts, while keeping her arms tightly locked around his neck and pressing against his body with hers to make sure he couldn't leave the corner of the ring so easily.

BTM really gotten himself lucky to escape from her pinfall like that, he was blushing so much just having his face so close between her legs like that, able to getting himself away from her and going to the corner resting his back needing some time to recover and flushing away the redness off his face, too embarrassing. "Unnn....."

He slowly looking up to see her coming slowly, closer really close that he didnt see or think she would come that close to him before feeling her arms going around his neck and just he tries to back away though the corner is blocking him, she pulls his head right into her breasts, smothering his face out. "Mmmmph!"

He tries to pushes her off him but not sure where his hands would place on her, feeling really out of it and confused with his face being engulfed by her soft breasts, he was shaking his head meaning not wanting it, and not meaning he would get his face rubbing into it... just that, he can feel weaker from the lack of air right now. What worst is his body completely pinned into the corner, couldnt escape at all while his energy is sapping away.