Mariko Ishii vs. Divine - Killer Queens

Divine tried to sit up. She couldn't do it. "Damn it."She tried again."Damn it!" It wasn't happening. She craned her neck up, managed to lift her torso up, got half up, and then gravity took its toll and she was dragged back into the mat, with her blue-tinged hair all around her head like a dark halo.

Divine gave up the effort for the moment and drew in deep breathes, trying to recover some of her stamina. Her leg was still sore, but it was workable now and it didn't look like Mariko was going to exploit it. For a moment, she thought she might've been able to take a little respite before she had to go back in the action, but no, that was not to be. The sound of the audience's callings told her that much.

Divine grimaced and started to suck in even deeper puffs of air as Mariko's smiling face appeared above her, casting a shadow down over her head. That cocky, knowing smie, and she couldn't do a thing to wipe it off Mariko's face.

Not yet, anyway. There was one thing she could do, but it still wasn't the right time.

She endured Mariko's taunting and closed her eyes, waiting for the guillotine to drop. A second passed. Two seconds. Three. Four. Mariko was drawing it out, heightening the humiliation, and the crowd was eating it up to the last drop.  "Ugh, just do it."

And Mariko did it. Her ass came down and all the lights went out, as Divine's entire world because nothing but a roaring crowd, darkness, and a soft, warm all over her face. She squirmed and writhed as best as she could under the smothering pressure, trying to turn her head to the side and steal a few breaths of air while Mariko's weight came down on her skull.

The crowd erupted as Mariko’s sexy ass came down right on top of Divine’s face. This was what they’d been waiting for from the moment the match had started. And Mariko had been looking forward to this just as much as they had been. She knew how nice that divine face would feel under her soft cheeks. And the Valkyrie had certainly made Mariko work to get to this point. But it sure felt worth it right about now.

Mariko giggled as she felt her trapped foe begin to writhe underneath her in a desperate attempt to find freedom. All the motion caused the younger Ishii sibling to shift around in her perch, with her rear rubbing itself all over Divine’s pretty features. “Comfy down there?” she asked teasingly as she struggled to stay on top of the woman. But she knew she couldn’t just stay as she was. The Brazilian’s struggles were starting to make progress, which needed to be stopped if she didn’t want to be knocked off of her comfy seat.

Reaching a hand back, Mariko moved to grab a fistful of Divine’s hair while leaning forward off of her face for a moment. “Oi, stay still. And start putting that mouth of yours to use too while you’re at it. I did take those shorts off just for you, you know.” she said, looking back Divine with a sly smirk.

The Japanese vixen’s feet would then slide underneath the Valkyrie’s head to try to keep it in place, and Mariko would then lower her rump right back down onto Divine’s face, trying to shove it as far as possible into her derrière.

Getting Mariko to strip had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now Divine was starting to reconsider her hasty choice. If Mariko had been wearing the pants, maybe she wouldn't have to deal with some much ass spilling out of her face. Breathing would be easier. She might even be able to sneak a few breaths in through the fabric.

But, no. Like this, there was just no way. She was cut off, and all she could do was turn her head around and look for something, anything, to breathe. And, just when it looked like she might steal a few gasps, Mariko lifted up and gave them away for free. Divine knew enough to realize that couldn't be a good thing.

"What?" She scoffed at Mariko's suggestion. "You should be so lucky, you cocky little-" Divine suddenly found herself at a loss for words. Having a butt in shoved into your face will do that.

This time there wasn't any point in struggling - the hold was 'locked' by Mariko's feet, and any resistence was utterly futile from that angle. But Divine did have an idea, and it involved giving Mariko exactly what she wanted

Her tongue poked out and ran along the underside of her panties, pressing into the thin fabric and working its way up and down. Stimulation, slow and pure, as Divine put her talented tongue to work. She wanted to get a good reaction out of Mariko, after all. Needed to, or else the distraction wouldn't work.

Divine shot her leg up with a forward split, trying to hit Mariko right in the face and knock her off.

Mariko gave a light laugh as she interrupted Divine by sitting right back down on her face. “Oh I’m sorry. Were you saying something?” she said tauntingly, not bothering to lift up again and allow the Valkyrie to answer. Not that she needed to hear the rest to know what the trapped woman was going to say anyway. That much obvious.

She really felt in control now, with Divine’s pretty face buried and trapped in her butt, and her feet holding the woman in place to ensure she wouldn’t be moving away or sneaking any breaths while she was down there. Mariko even gave her rump a few good shakes to add further humiliation by rubbing her soft cheeks over the Valkyrie’s features. The crowd was loving this, but not nearly as much as Mariko. Especially when Divine started to obey the Ishii sibling’s command.

“Mmmm~ Good girl.” Mariko purred out as she felt her adversary’s tongue suddenly begin to slide itself all over the underside of her panties. It moved and pushed in all the right places, starting to elicit soft moans from Mariko. “Oooohhh yeah. That’s it.” she cooed, closing her eyes and melting into the pleasure as she began to ride Divine’s tongue, still keeping her ass firmly planted on the woman’s features.

It had seemed that Divine had given up, and was attempting to give Mariko some pleasure before facing defeat. It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened. But, it wouldn’t be the case here, as instead Divine’s leg shot up and demonstrated her excellent flexibility. The limb crashed right into Mariko’s unsuspecting face, sending her off of Divine’s face and rolling on the mat, with her hands covering her face. “Mph!” she shouted out in pain, the sound muffled under her hands. That one stung big time, and just like that, Mariko’s momentum seemed to have been swept out right from under her.

Divine had spent an entire year waist deep in the BDSM scene and had grown intimately familiar with its workings and the sort of people who worked inside it. With that sort of experience came a keen sense of intimacy. She could tell the difference between people who were just mayflys passing through the lifestyle on a whim and people who truly embraced its less mundane aspects. It was all in the confidence, and she saw that in Mariko. There was no hesitance as she sat down on Divine's face. She did it like she was meant to, as if it were as natual as breathing. It made her curious what the little Japanese girl's nightlife consisted of.

It was such a beautiful thing that Divine felt a little bad for kissing Mariko in the face. She did it, anyway, but there was some regret.

Despite that, she would have loved to see the look on Mariko's face when the kick knocked her off her throne and sent her tumbling down. Divine sucked in as much air as her body could stand as she sat up and the younger Ishii sibling rolled around with the pain. As satisfying a sight as it was, she knew better than to dwell. There was a score to even.

Divine stood up as quickly as she could manage and stepped over to Mariko, putting her foot down between the girl's legs. She grabbed hold of the right leg, spun around to bend it at the knee, grabbed the other leg to and brought it up on top of the other ankle, then fell on her back to try and complete one of her favorite moves - the figure four leglock. True, it wouldn't get a submission, not with this match, but after the boston crab, Divine was in a mood to make Mariko squirm.

In terms of what a person can feel, pleasure and discomfort were generally on polar opposites of each other. Yet in a brief, flashing moment, Mariko managed to jump from one end of the spectrum all the way to the other. She had turned Divine’s pretty face into a nice and comfy seat for her sexy rear, and even had the woman’s tongue adding to Mariko’s dominant pleasure. And it had all come to an abrupt end as a boot slammed itself directly into Mariko’s face, bliss replaced by a throbbing pain in her skull as was brought down off of he throne.

Unfortunately for Mariko, there would be much more pain to she’d have to endure first if she wanted a chance to find that pleasure once again. And within moments after escaping from beneath the younger Ishii sibling, Divine had closed the distance between them and tied Mariko’s legs up in a painful figure four leglock! “Aaagghh!” Mariko screamed out as her legs were tormented in the hold, writhing around in pain.

The Valkyrie wanted Mariko to squirm, and that’s exactly what she did. For the moment, it was all she could do. Fortunately this was a match that wouldn’t allow Divine to win with a move like this. But, having used a similar tactic only minutes ago, Mariko knew full well how detrimental it could be to her chances of victory if she remained in this hold for too long. She had to find freedom before it was too late.

At no point in the match had Mariko appreciated Divine’s weight more than she did now. It wasn’t like she was the lightest wrestler to ever step into a ring, but as Mariko began trying to drag herself and her foe toward the ropes, grunting out in pain with each movement she made, she was just glad Divine certainly wasn’t near being one of the heavier ones either.

Maybe Divine wouldn't even need the other Valkyries to cinch this win. As much as Mako wanted to make an example out of a few people and draw some heat, they didn't nescessarily have to gang up on everyone, did they? Especially not when Divine felt that she could handle Mariko capably all by her lonesome. Stone was always giving her crap for not taking this seriously enough, but who'd gotten them through the first round of the tag tourney? She did. Who'd lost the second round? Stone. Divine could handle business.

Mariko had likely thought similar things about her, but Divine was fairly certain she wasn't, anymore. The screams were a good indicator. "Aw, what's wrong?" She pouted and tried her best to sound innocent. As innocent as you could possibly sound while totrturing someone. She gave her hips an especially hard thrust, reveling in the feel of Mariko's struggling leg against her crotch.. "Too tight?"

The crowd was booing her, but that just showed how idiotic they were. Mariko had done essentially the same thing to her a few minutes ago, and she'd do it again if she had the chance. Which she wouldn't. Divine was simply turning the tables. All fair.

Sadly, though, it wasn't meant to last, as Mariko managed to reach the ropes and grab hold. Divine held on and let the referee do her count, maximizing the hold all the way up to the four count, before she reluctantly let go. Small lose.

"Come on, bitch." She stood up, grabbed Mariko's arm with one hand and her hair with the other and forcing her to stand up. "Let's take a little trip." Divine grunted as she put her body into a spin and tried to send Mariko off to the nearest corner with an Irish Whip.

Mariko had never questioned Divine’s place among the Tension roster. The Valkyries as a whole were a team just about everyone had at least heard about, and not without reason. However, she had wondered just how effective the Brazilian could be on her own. Based on the way things had gone through the initial portions of the match, Mariko at least felt she’d have little issue finishing her foe off. But now, any doubts she had about Divine’s capabilities were beginning to fade away.

The figure four leglock was a hold virtually every wrestler on the planet was familiar with. Simple, but highly effective. More appropriately, it was a perfect answer to the hold Mariko had kept Divine locked in only minutes ago. There was no hiding the pain being inflicted, and the taunting words that came from her captor’s lips weren’t doing anything to help matters. The pain only intensified when Divine’s luscious hips gave a nice thrust, causing Mariko’s writhing to become even more frantic as the pressure on the hold was cranked up.

Finally, the Japanese woman’s struggles managed to pay off, as her hand grasped onto the bottom rope for dear life. But once again, Divine wasn’t ready to let up, and the crowd made their disapproval known with a chorus of boos while the ref girl counted to four before those sexy legs finally untangled themselves from Mariko.

For a moment Mariko simply laid still, taking deep breaths and letting her body recover on its own as much as it could. However, that respite would only last a very brief moment, as Divine soon grabbed a hold of Mariko, hoisted her up, and flung her away into a nearby corner.

“Ugh!” she grunted out as her back hit the turnbuckles, with her arms draped over the top ropes on either side of her. Her head hang down, with her purple locks draping down to cover her face. There she resumed trying to catch her breath, while looking up through the veil of her hair at Divine. Hopefully whatever came next was something she’d be able to find a counter to, but with the lingering pain in her leg, nothing was guaranteed.

Divine thoroughly enjoyed the sight of Mariko getting slammed in the corner, so much that it was almost enough to make up for all the pain she'd caused up to this point. Her body was hanging there, limp and inviting, almost begging to be taken advantage of. She would be all too happy to oblige it.

She flipped off the audience and started to make her way to the center of the ring, and the referee impotently badgered her all the way. "Hey!" She said with a wagging finger, like she was addressing some scamp on the playground. "Stop stretching the count!"

Divine rolled her eyes and waved the bitch off, knowing full well she wasn't going to make good on any threat of disqualification as long as the line was skimmed. She'd seen wrestlers get away with far worse, as if the referee was a piece of furniture in the ring that everyone forgot about until the three-count. Her focus was squarely on the prone target waiting for her in the corner.

She broke into a run and dash at Mariko from the center of the ring, moving faster than most woman could hope to in heals like hers. As soon as she was close enough, Divine spun around and tried to crash into Mariko with a back elbow, wanting to drill it deep into that lovely chest.

The fans and the ref girl were none too pleased with Divine’s tactics, but clearly the Valkyrie couldn’t possibly have cared any less what any of them thought, and she made it perfectly clear when she gave the crowd the finger and dismissively waved off the ref. Mariko may have been the woman’s opponent, but it was plenty obvious she certainly wasn’t the only one here who was “against” Divine. Though, that didn’t really do much to make Mariko’s position any better.

Hanging in the corner with the help of the ropes with a leg still aching from that figure four mere moments ago, mobility wasn’t an asset she was going to be able to make much use of. So she simply waited, hoping Divine would try something Mariko would both be able to see coming and find a way to counter.

She watched through the dark locks that draped over her face as her foe came rushing forward. She could see it, but the problem was Divine didn’t make it too obvious what she was going to try. And suddenly, the Brazilian spun, making it difficult to identify which parts of her body were going where. It caused a brief moment of hesitation on Mariko’s part as she tried to figure some course of action out, and unfortunately she didn’t decide quick enough, as the back of Divine’s elbow came crashing into her chest.

“Agh!” she gasped out, her body first getting pushed back tighter into the turnbuckles from the impact. If Divine held her there, then Mariko wouldn’t be going anywhere from that position. But if she moved, the younger Ishii sibling would stumble forward a step before dropping to a knee with a hand covering her aching chest as she’d attempt to catch the breath that was just driven from her.