Tension Tag Tourney Round 1: The Higurashi Twins Vs. The Valkyries

Mamouru hoped that he could get Divine to submit with this move. He'd already clubbed her spine with the elbow and hopefully the added strain would put an end to it. He was, obviously, focused on Divine and not on Mako.

The kick slammed into him and he was forced completely off, Divine, nearly going ragdoll as he landed next to her, groaning with one hand on his head.

"Shit!" Johnny watched Mako slip through the ropes but she was a bit faster than he was. Still, by the time Mako was kicking his twin in the face, he was already charging and swung his beefy arm at her head, trying to take her out with a hard clothesline and keep her from interfering even more than she already had.

Mako didn't think she would be able to kick Mamouru in the face and get away with it, but she was surprised how quick Johnny came to the rescue. For a guy with so many muscles, he didn't have a problem lugging them all around. She just barely had enough time to stop, drop, and roll under his clothesline, quickly making her way out of the ring.

Meanwhile, Divine was finally, finally free of Mamouru's sensual clutches, and she intended to fully enjoy it. She rolled over and laid on top of him while he groaned and moaned, resting on top of his taut body. "Ssh, ssh. I know it hurts." She pressed her hips against his stomach and began a slow grind, getting her own pleasure with every thrust. It wasn't as good as their naked skin rubbing against each other, but it was close enough to get her engine revving, and she purred with every shake of her hips. She pushed into him, harder and harder and harder, still. "Just lay back and relax. This is the fun part."

Divine snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him into her chest, but this wasn't some simple breast smother - Mamouro liked it hard, and that was what she would deliver. She put as much pressure on the back of his neck as she could manage, mashing his face deep into her succulent flesh and locking him in tight. All the while, she brought her lips down and adorned his forehead with kisses, as if marking her territory with dark red lipstick.

Johnny whiffed but Mako didn't stick around. The silver haired boy pivoted on one foot and looked at where Mako had dove out of the ring. Hell no. She wasn't getting away! Johnny bent his knees and dove through the middle ropes, trying to dive into Mako and take her out!

Mamouru could feel the weight of Divine's body on top of his and groaned as she taunted him. He had words for that but no actions as she bent his neck and back painfully and pushed her into her cleavage. It was an awkward position but not a completely unwanted one. Divine had a nice chest and at any other time, he would have loved to have himself buried in her luscious mounds.

But not right now. He wasn't going to stand for this kind of humiliating defeat! Even as he felt her kisses on his forehead. These positions were easy to get out of, though and the ref, even though they'd know exactly WHAT happened, could do nothing about it because there was no way they could see. Mamouru opened his mouth and took in part of her exposed titflesh and then bit down as hard as he could!

It might not have looked like it from the way she was fleeing, but Mako had a plan. That plan involved taking the fight with Johnny outside, drawing him towards the back, and bringing Stone into the brawl for a double team. She might not have liked to get involve, but if Mako gave the command, she'd go along with it. Not an intricate plan, but an effective one. Also, extremely satisfying.

Of course, the plan assumed that Johnny would follow her through convential methods, like ducking under the ropes and rolling out, like she'd done. She did not expect him to come flying through the ropes like a maniac and fucking torpedo her with a suicide dive, but that was exactly what he did.

About 150 pounds of Higurashi muscle hit Mako just as she was turning around and the two of them went tumbling, crashing hard into the barricade with her back. She groaned and rolled over to her chest, reaching around to cradle her battered spine while her forehead rested on the cold floor. "...whhhhhhhy?"

Johnny wasn't the only one dealing out surprises today, though. Mamorou had one of his own, digging his teeth deep into Divine's tits. Coincidentally, Ro Larren had given her a similar surprise when she tried to facesit the redhead in a mud wrestling pit. Her response was the same now as it was then: a ear-piercing shriek.

The referee and the first two rows of the audience recoiled as her scream tore through the air. "Little bitch!" She immediately pulled back to glare daggers down at him. "You just have to be difficult, don't you? Fine. Fine."

Mako pushed Mamouro back down, hopped off his stomach, and came down with her legs around his head in a forward facesit, dropping her weight on his skull and hammering it into canvas. Her jeans formed a tight demin seal over his mouth and nose, harder to bite through, and she grabbed his wrists to pin theme down for a little extra security...and to dig her nails into his skin as she squeezed.

Johnny used Mako's body to help stop his own momentum. For such a small girl, she did a great job and he flopped next to her as she slid to the ground and ground. "It's FUN, dude!" Johnny answered with a wide grin and swung his body around to try and mount her back and reach out for her short, boyish hair, wanting to yank her by the neck to hold her face up so that his other balled fist could crash into her head.

Mamouru was grinning as Divine pulled away. He took shallow breaths and was prepared to try and fight back when Divine's agile frame crashed her full weight down against his head, pinning him to the ground.

He was enveloped in darkness and this time a bite wasn't going to get him out of it. He felt his hands pinned and tried to squirm underneath the girl. He still had his feet, though and he tried to swing them up to try and catch Divine's head.

Makoto rubbed her head as the onset of a migraine that would last for at least three days began, pulsating inside her brain. Johnny's exhausting exuberance wasn't helping things. "Gonna punch you in the soul. Swear to God."

She'd just started to push up when Johnny came down on her back and pancaked her into the floor. He didn't waste any time with the follow up, either. Mako's hair was pulled up and a blow rocked the side of her head in short order, pumelling her right beside her eye. Hard punch, but Mako soldiered through and pushed up with her legs, trying to buck Johnny off and send him tumbling forward.

Divine was having an infinitely more enjoyable time. Mako had her brawling, Stone had her pro wrestling moves, but this? This was her domain. Her time in an S&M dungeon had taught her all sort of new things, and now she had a chance to apply that knowledge on the world stage.

For instance, being in this same position with more than a few men and women taught her to expect Mamouru's kicks, and she wiggled her body around to avoid them. He seemed a bit more flexible than most and more likely to hit, though, so she didn't keep doing that. Instead, Divine let go of his wrists, so she could reach back and hook her arms around his knees, trying to keep him place while she leaned forward.

"I like forward sitting more than reverse."  She swung her head about and cleared her face of hair, making sure he could see every detail. The glint in her eyes. The hint of a smile curling her lips. The flick of her tongue, like a snake smelling the air. She whispered to him like he was a lover in bed. "Do you know why that is?"

Johnny held onto Mako's hair tightly, even after punching her in the face. She was a tough little bastard, that was for sure but Johnny didn't mind that at all. johnny lifted his hand up for another punch. He wasn't going to stop until Mako was out and shut up but she jerked and bucked forward and threw him off. Johnny scrambled to spin around, to make sure he was facing her if she tried to recover. He definitely wasn't going to let her go anywhere.

Mamouru was in a rough spot. Divine had hooked his legs and now he was folded up, basically pinned to the mat. In face, the referee was on the ground, checking his shoulders and only his struggles, and newly freed arms kept them from initiating the count.

While she spoke, Mamouru glared at her, struggling to breath as his strength faded. She knew he couldn't answer her but he wasn't done yet. She didn't have FOUR arms and so Mamouru, threw his hands up in the air, digging his fingers into Divine's chest and trying to grope and expose the girl's breasts, tugging at the fabric hoping he might pop out a breast and maybe make her retreat in modesty. Otherwise, he'd slip into unconsciousness sooner rather than later.

Mako let out a raspy sigh of relief as Johnny flew off, glad she didn't have to deal with that particular monkey on her back for much longer. He was in front, straight on, right where she liked her enemies to be, and she'd endeavor to keep him there for as long as possible. She shook her head, trying to clear it fast, then moved in and swung wide with a pair of hooks in rapid succession. Mako tried to nail his ribs from both sides and drive him back.

Divine raised an eyebrow as Mamoru's hands went to her breasts and fondled them. If that was supposed to be a deterrant, it was a poor one. It only made her moan loader. Made her thrust harder against his face. Made her grip his legs tighter. It made her go from being turned on to being extremely turned on.

"Oh, so you do know." She started to push and grind with her hips, working her womanhood over the sharp cleft of his nose with every movement. A distinct aroma was beginning to come from her jeans and fill the air, and she suspected Mamouru would be getting a familiar taste, soon. "I love that look in your eyes. I love watching you look around, like you're going to find a way out of this. I love the way you glare at me, get angry, let me dominate your last thoughts. And I really, really," She gave him a hard thrust, just for giggles. "Love watching you fade. So do that for me, Mamouru. Fade."

Johnny threw himself at Mako, and wrapped his beefy arms around her head, trying to squeeze her neck and push her face into his shoulder and neck, while trying to take her back down. He felt the hard punches into his ribs and that stalled him from doing anything but holding her in place as he grunted and tried to tighten his pythons around her head more.

"Gnnhg. Ghn!"

Mamouru tugged at Divine's top as she increased her gyration and pleasuring herself. He cursed inwardly but there wasn't much he could do and soon his clawing and groping began to slow and eventually his lids became heavy and his arms dropped limply.

The referee watched as Mamouru faded and then grabbed his arm. She lifted it up and then let it drop. "One!"

Mako was caught in Johnny's trap, but she was going down kicking and screaming. Literally.

She threw bites on his shoulder into the mix as she kept on wailing away at his ribs, futily squirming in his hold. But, eventually, the punches got weaker. The teeth gnashed gentler. Mako's eyes grew heavy, and she started to fade off, muttering curses as she drifted. "Fuck you...fuck...motherfuck..."

Divine, on the other hand, was having a much more pleasurable experience.

"2...!"

Getting to the promised land was a little bit harder without Mamouru's pleasing touch, but she'd come too far to turn back, now. She kept on rocking, harder and faster, throwing her head back as her hips pounded his skull into the canvas. Her moans mixed in with the crowd's jeers and boos, and somehow their derision made this forbidden fruit all the sweeter.

The hand went up. The hand came down. "3...!"

The bell rang, but it was like distant thunder lost in the crash of the waves. Divine kept on, enjoying Mamouru for a few more seconds, until she let out a soft cry and a shudder ran through her. She sighed and rolled off, leaving his face a good deal more moist than it was before she started. "I win."

She ran her hand down Mamouru's chest, then stood up to see where Mako had went off to.