Mariko Ishii vs. Divine - Killer Queens

Divine could not tell a lie - not to herself, anyway. Feeling Mariko rub against the small of her back did feel good. As much as she cherished her own body and held it up as the gold standard, the  younger Ishii sibling's features came closer than she would have been willing to admit out loud. The senuous purr from her lips, the feel of bare flesh rubbing against bare flesh, the light sweat lathering up between their bodies...

Divine wished she could say it was enough to make her forget about the excruiciating pain she was going through, but it wasn't. Not even close.

If she believed in miracles, she would've chalked her managing to reach the ropes as a major one, as she grabbed hold and gripped it tight, like a real lifeline saving her at the last moment. Her sigh of relief was cut short as Mariko exacebated the hold with a little bounce at the end, but aside from that, Divine was given space to get back up. Space she desperately needed.

She grabbed the middle rope and then the top, as she started to haul herself back to her feet. She took her sweet time doing it, too, and when she finally got back up, she stayed leaning against the ropes, wanting Mariko to come to her. Her leg was burning to the point of numbness, and even walking would be a pain for the next minute or so. She needed to recover, by hook or crook. Preferably crook.

Mariko slowly paced back and forth near the center of the ring, eyes carefully scanning Divine’s every movement as she ever so slowly pulled herself back up. She adjusted her bra and her thong, patiently waiting to see what she’d have to work with after all the work she’d done on the Valkyrie’s leg. And what she found was that, despite having just been put through a couple of painful holds, she took a suspiciously long amount of time to get up, only to rest against the ropes.

If if had been Yamato in the ring right now, he would’ve moved right in without a second thought on the seemingly worn out Brazilian. And he likely would’ve paid dearly for it. But Mariko wasn’t her clumsy brother. She knew a trap when she saw one, and now the wheels in her head were turning as she tried to solve the puzzle and figure out how she could move without essentially stepping on a land mine.

Oh how she wanted to go after that leg again and wreak even more havoc with it, but getting would be tricky, especially if Divine was waiting for her to try it. Not many openings were given, and she didn’t feel to confident about the few she saw. So, time to take a risk. Mariko began to cautiously inch toward the Valkyrie, and would then abruptly lunge out toward the wounded leg an try to grab onto it, hoping to catch her foe off guard before a trap could be sprung. If she succeeded, she’d then to pull on the leg in an attempt to drag Divine away from the ropes and back toward the center of the ring.

The crowd began to show their disapproval when it became clear that Divine was stalling for time. She wasn't making much of an attempt to play it off, really, and it was cute that they still thought she gave a single care what they thought about her tactics. It was strategy, pure and plain. Rushing headlong into Mariko's waiting arms would only result in more and more pain.

The lithe and lethal lady across from her saw through it, too, and Mariko started to move in for the kill...very, very slowly. She was cautious, being smart, though it was a bit wasted here since Divine didn't have much of a plan beyond letting her leg heal up and biding time until it did. She'd been bent in half for the better part of a minute. That would sting for a while.

So when Mariko came in and grabbed her leg - her poor, aching leg - her first reaction was panic, as she was dragged away from the ropes, hopping on one leg, scarcely able to keep her balance thanks to the heels. Facesit rules or not, this would be a short match if she could only use one leg throughout.

But, then, a simple, elegant solution to the problem occurred to her. Divine' s other leg was still perfectly fine, so she brought it up and swung it towards Mariko's face with an enzeguiri, aiming the tip of her toe at the buxom beauty's chin.

Like a cobra lashing out at its prey, Mariko’s hands shot forth and caught the targeted leg. And a brief wave of relief washed over the Japanese vixen as she managed to avoid being caught off guard with some wort of counter in the process. Now all she had to do was get her away from the ropes and she could continue picking the limb apart.

Step one of that little plan went perfectly, as the Valkyrie was dragged hopping on her one good leg out toward the middle of the ring. Mariko could see the panic in her eyes. Divine clearly knew what was potentially at stake just within the next few moments, and it included much more than a little bit more pain in her already aching leg. “Gotcha~” Mariko said, feeling confident she had her foe right where she wanted her.

But then reality kicked in. Literally. Divine brought her good leg up, with the toe of her boot slamming directly into Mariko’s chin. “Ugh!” she grunted upon impact, immediately releasing the woman’s leg as she collapsed onto the mat, her hands moving to cover her jaw, specifically right over the spot where Divine’s enziguri struck.

Divine could hardly call herself an avid wrestling fan, but even she kept up well enough with the sport to recognize the more common moves, and it was hard to imagine a counter with more classic appeal than an enzeguiri. Quick. Crisp. Effective. Even cathartic, especially with the point of her toe cracking Mariko hard in the face.

Of course, with the way Divine immediately plopped to the floor, she scarcely had time to appreciate the solid attack, but at least she wouldn't be alone down there. She landed on her side, looked over her shoulder, and sure enough, Mariko was only a meter or two away, nursing her aching  jaw. Stunned. It wasn't much, but it was the closest Divine would get to a break at this point and she seized the chance.

Divine crawled forward, scrambling along the mat and moving over Divine's prone body as fast as she could. She tried to bring her butt down hard on Mariko's chest with a schoolboy pin, hoping to knock some of the wind out of her and take the pressure away from her aching leg.

It was almost ironic. Mariko had spent so much effort targeting Divine’s leg to prevent her from using quickness to catch her off guard. And what did she get for that effort? A quick kick to the face that caught her completely off guard.

The kick itself certainly wasn’t the worst shot Mariko had ever taken, but still the sudden nature of it had momentarily stunned her. Her bell was rung, and for the moment she could only remain on the mat, staring up at the lights of the arena while massaging her aching jaw. Unfortunately, Divine was still close enough to capitalize on Mariko’s temporarily dazed state.

“Unngh!” Mariko gasped out as the Brazilian’s sexy butt came crashing down right on top of her chest, driving the air right out of her while also firmly pinning her down. This wasn’t a good place to be in, especially considering the nature of the match. And so Mariko wasted no time in beginning to buck and squirm underneath Divine, attempting to dislodge the woman’s rump from her chest, while also attempting to make sure she didn’t let her face get turned into a nice comfy chair for her opponent. Though with her current positioning, resisting was certainly easier said than done.

The fickle crowd started to back her once again - they was expecting facesits and it looked like they were about to get what they'd paid for, as Divine settled down on Mariko's chest and started to slide along the slick flesh. She was going for a forward facesit - more difficult to sustain than the reverse version, but more gratifying in important ways. That young, pretty face belonged in between Divine's legs, and she was going to make sure it got there and stayed there as long as possible.

Of course, that largely depended on how much of a fight Mariko was going to put up. Her wits returned and she started fighting immediately, jerking about and undulating like a living live wire, rapidly writhing beneath Divine. She held on for as long as she could and tried to resist, squeezed her thighs tight to hold herself in place, but in the end, it didn't matter. She was going off. Period.

One, good buck sent her rolling forward, tumbling off Mariko's body, all the way to the ropes. She huffed and grabbed hold of the ropes once again, pulling herself up and looking over her shoulder as she went.

"What was wrong, Mariko?" Despite the aching pains in her legs, Divine still managed a smile, as she managed to put two shaky feet on the floor. "Didn't enjoy the view?"

Mariko’s efforts to dismount her captor didn’t seem to be making much progress initially, and the sweat on her body wasn’t helping things either. In fact, it only seemed to help Divine slide forward over her. Soon the head of the younger Ishii sibling was trapped right between the Valkyries smooth thighs as they squeezed against the sides of her head to hold her in place.

A little bit of panic began to set in, and Mariko wasn’t sure she’d be able to knock the sexy Brazilian off of her before it was too late. But finally, Divine was sent rolling off of Mariko as she gave a good buck with her torso. Breathing a big sigh of relief, Mariko rolled over and managed to grin at her foe, who was struggling to get back to her feet.

“The view was just fine. It just seemed more suited for you than for me. But don’t worry. I’ll give you a glimpse of that view soon enough.” Seeking to take advantage of Divine’s shaky legs, Mariko then pushed off the ground like an olympic sprinter and bolted toward the woman. If she really wanted to regain control in this match, the first step was to get her away from the ropes. Preferably without getting kicked in the face this time. And so she’d attempt to quickly wrap her arms around Divine’s waist from the side, before trying to hoist her up and bring her back down on the back of her head and neck with a backdrop suplex.

Divine had to admit, she was starting to become a tad worried about Mariko's offense. Yes, she had done a good job of holding off her assault so far, but there was only so long she could reasonably hope to survive like this. Mariko was good. There was no getting around it. Divine was starting to wonder how soon it would be before she had to play her trump card...

She placed her sore leg down, hesitantly testing the weight to see how close it was to workable shape. She thought the butt bounce would have knocked Mariko hard enough to buy her some breathing time, but she was wrong. And she learned just how wrong she was when she felt those slender, taut arms wrapping around her waist and saw that cocky head slipping under her arm.

"No-" Was all Divine had time to say before she was flung into the air and the entire arena turned upside down. On her way to the floor, she considered how rough this match was turning out to be. Somehow, she'd imagined the facesitting match to be a softer affair.

She held that thought for all of one second, before she crashed hard on her neck and shoulder, sending a wave of pain all the way down her spine while her body jackknifed. She flopped down and laid on the mat, spread-eagled and staring straight up, while she rethought some of her life choices that had lead her to this point.

The backdrop suplex went perfectly, and Divine was brought crashing down onto the mat before she even had time to offer any resistance. Immediately after, Mariko pulled herself to sit up, taking a few deep breaths while resting her hands behind her on the mat to prop herself up. Aside from a few surprise hits that momentarily stunned her, she was fortunate to not have taken much lasting damage. Although, there was still fatigue to factor in. And though Mariko was in good shape, her foe was definitely making her spend quite a bit of energy for to do what she’d wanted.

And though the crowd enjoyed the sight and impact of that big suplex just now, some where starting to be a little perplexed by Mariko’s choice of strategy for the match. With such an erotic theme tied to the match, people seemed to be surprised by how much the younger Ishii sibling seemed to be treating this like a standard match. But it wasn’t as if Mariko didn’t know what she was doing. They’d get the facesit they were waiting for, and in fact, they wouldn’t have to wait any longer if she had anything to say about it.

Still wearing that sly smirk of hers, Mariko then moved onto her hands and knees and began to crawl right over to her floored opponent. Slow, sexy, and erotic, she made the short journey by itself a more than enjoyable prelude for what was to follow. And once she was by Divine’s head, she’d smile down at her while bringing a hand up to caress her soft cheek.

“Take a nice, big breath, dear. You’re going to need it.” she’d say, before chuckling and shifting forward. Mariko attempted to slide her shins over each of Divine’s biceps to pin them down, while letting her rear hover right over her opponent’s pretty face. She’d slowly let her hips rock from side to side a few times, as if trying to hypnotize the Valkyrie, before then finally attempting to lower it to sit right on top of Divine’s face.