Michael Medors v. Mariko Ishii. Hentai match

Hentai match
Standard ring



Michael was first to enter. It is his debut. He made sure he was ready. He took off his shirt and his pants, then put his tabard on. He looked at himself in the mirror and was pleased. He then entered once it was time. His upbeat music began to play as two women dressed up as angels in skimpy bikinis held his arms escorted him to the ring. "From the USA, the Paladin of Freedom, SIR MICHAEL MEDORS!" the announcer called out. Michael walked with the two girls to the ring. They then held the rope up for him to enter. He got it and the smiled, waving to the crowd.

Today would mark Mariko's first actual hentai match, though this certainly wouldn't be the first time things got sexual with her in a match. Still, it promised to be an interesting experience for her. And soon her music began to play over the arena's speakers to cue her entrance. Clad in a short gold top and matching short shorts, pink thigh high stockings and a pair of white boots, the Japanese woman stepped out onto the stage and smirked as she looked around at the crowd.

After a moment, she began walking down the aisle to the ring, hips swaying from side to side with each step. Once she got to the ring, she stepped through the ropes to enter as the ring announcer called out, "and his opponent, from Japan, MARIKO ISHII!" Not doing any sort of flashy pose for the crowd, she instead simply smiled across the ring at her opponent, almost seductively as she moved back into her corner.

She knew nothing about him except the fact that he was new to Tension. Still, someone of his size was likely to be pretty strong. But brute strength wasn't something that would intimidate someone like Mariko. "Mm~ Looks like we've got another cutie." she said with a giggle, playfully winking at Michael as she waited for the bell to ring.

Michael smiles, admiring the woman's body. She has a nice form, quite appealing to his eyes. He appears flattered upon the compliment. "Thank you, beautiful, I hope for our sake that you would prove to be a challenge." he replied. He began to think of his plan to take her down. With her build, she could be a fast one, so he waited for the bell to ring. Once it did, he moved up in a defensive stance, analyzing her moves.

"Aww, aren't you sweet. And I guess you'll find out soon enough." she replied. Indeed Michael was right to assume Mariko was fast. But more importantly, she was smart. She wouldn't be so quick to rush out at an opponent unless there was a good opportunity for it.

And so when the bell rang and Michael took his defensive stance, Mariko simply chuckled before slowly walking out toward the center of the ring. "No need to be so worried, big guy. I won't beat you up too bad… Unless you like that kind of thing~" she said, teasing her opponent. And once in the center of the ring, she'd hold her arms up to invite Michael to lock his arms up with hers.

Mariko was good at flattery and teasing. If he didn't knew any better, he'd say she's in love. He noticed Mariko was being patient as well, so it was up to him to attack. "Well, maybe I don't mind being beaten up by a gorgeous lady. Maybe I like beating up gorgeous ladies. Maybe I like both." he replied, returning the teasing and adding in some flirts. He moved up, keeping an eye on Mariko for no sudden movement and then once in range, he would lock up arms.

"Oh my. How exciting. I can already tell you'll be quite an entertaining toy for me~" she replied. With that, the two combatants locked up. And it didn't take long for Mariko's suspicions about Michael's strength to be confirmed, as she found herself being forced to back up a step or two fairly quickly.

But Mariko was prepared for this, and she then brought the sole of her right boot up to rest against Michael's abdomen. Suddenly, the Japanese beauty rolled backward, trying to use her opponent's momentum against him and flip him forward with a monkey flip. If she succeeded, she'd then roll backward and try to slam her knees down onto the Paladin's chest to knock the wind out of him.

Michael was getting cocky. His opponent was being pushed back easily. He didn't expect, however, to find her in a position that she could retaliate. She performed the monkey flip excellently, causing Michael to be brought onto his back. He grunted the moment he landed. Mariko was smart, but so was he. He knew she would try to attack him, so he forced himself to move out of the way, but he was to slow to avoid being hit by Mariko. She succeeded in knocking the wind right out of him. Clever girl. he thought.

Mariko couldn't help but grin as she felt her knees crash down onto Michael's chest. She allowed her legs to slide to either side of her opponent, bringing the Japanese woman to sit astride his stomach. Knowing it would most likely take a moment for him to catch his breath, Mariko decided to tease him a bit.

"Mmm, you make such a wonderful chair. It's almost like you belong right there beneath me~" she said, lightly tracing her fingers over his chest as she grinned down at him. Then she leaned down and grabbed his wrists, before pushing them to the mat on either side of his head to pin them down. Next, she snaked her legs down, trying to wrap them around Michael's legs so she could stretch them apart.

And finally, Mariko would position her chest right above Michael's head, and lower her soft breasts on top of his face to smother him. "Comfy down there?"

Michael took the time to breathe, just as Mariko thought. She had to be planning something underneath that teasing smile. He had to act right now if he was going to beat her. As she went to grab her wrists and began to spread his legs, he grunted in pain as he is not that flexible. But then she saw Mariko going for a smother, so he took a deep breath. There were only a few moves he loves being performed on him and breast smothers were up there, but now is not the time to let her smother him. He gathered up all of his strength in order to try to force his arms and legs free by using brute force, attempting to break out. If he broke out, he would say "I would be if I was tied up."

The Paladin's pained grunts as she stretched his legs out were music to Mariko's ears, causing her to giggle. And as the Japanese beauty put her opponent in the breast smother, she also began to slowly grind her body on top of his while rubbing his face with her breasts.

But then the Paladin's strength came into play, and he managed to force free his arms and legs from Mariko's clutches, forcing the Japanese beauty to roll off of him. "Oh my. Trying to resist your mistress? Such a naughty boy, aren't you?" she said as she stood back up. She then couldn't help but giggle at hearing Michael's comment.

"Is that so? Well then, I'll be sure to keep that in mind for later~" she said, slowly walking toward him. And if he wasn't already standing back up by the time she got to him, she'd reach down and lightly grab and pull on his hair to guide him back up to his feet.