Mariko Ishii vs. Divine - Killer Queens

Divine ran, the elbow hit, and it sunk deep into Mariko's chest, hitting so hard that even the crowd winced at the impact. The noise she made was equisite and the look of anguish across her face was one Divine would cherish for years to come. She'd been worried, for a brief second, that Mariko might move away and avoid the attack altogether, but she'd overestimated how quick the girl was. The match was firmly in her hands now, and she was loving it.

She moved away and did a quick twirl on the tip of her boot as Mariko fell forward, stumbling to her knee as the attacks took their toll. There were any number of moves that Divine could follow up with, here, anything for a rear naked choke to get her down or a simple kick to head. The latter would've been satisfying enough, but after getting suffocated under Mariko's admittedly fabulous ass, she was in the mood for something a little more sensuous. It was time to even the score, and she'd start by getting Mariko down the canvas.

"Already worn out?"She sauntered over behind Mariko and reached down, grabbing hold of Mariko's purple hair and lifting her up once again. The referee shot her a scornful look, but she didn't even bother chastising her anymore. "And here I thought you might have the stamina to keep up. Shame."

With the hold tight, Divine turned around and dropped to one knee while she pulled forward, trying to execute a hair mare so Mariko would wind up flipping on her back, in the most painful, humiliating way possible.

Hesitation was something you just don’t have time for in matches like this. A split second alone at times can be the difference in who gets the worst of an exchange, or even who wins a match. Could she have moved out of the way in time to avoid her current situation? Probably. But Mariko had hesitated, and now she was paying the price for it. It was a learning experience, but also a rookie mistake. And now for the moment all she could do was nurse her aching chest and try to recover.

But that wouldn’t be easy. She was vulnerable, and Divine was in the perfect position to take advantage of it in any way she wanted. Hearing the taunting question come from Divine’s lips, Mariko wasn’t given time to answer as a hand took hold of her purple locks and began to hoist her up. “Agh!” she grunted, wincing in pain and moving her hands up to grab her foe’s as her hair was pulled. The ref girl clearly disapproved of the Valkyrie’s tactic, but she wasn’t about to intervene. She knew Divine would ignore her, and she wasn’t about to disqualify her for something as small as this either.

More taunting words flowed from her opponent’s lips. And as much as Mariko would’ve liked to debate them, her current situation certainly wouldn’t exactly support her argument. That didn’t mean she was down and out yet, but it seemed Divine was going to opt to take a step in that direction as she flipped Mariko over and onto her back with a hair-assisted snapmare.

“Gah!” she gasped as her back landed on the mat, reacting to both the pain of the collision and that of having her hair yanked again. The anticipation in the crowd began to become audibly noticeable. Anyone who’d been paying attention to the match to this point had a pretty good idea where things were headed next, and it didn’t escape Mariko’s attention either. “Ugh! Let go!” she grunted as she tried to pry Divine’s hands away form her hair, desperately wanting to avoid having her face turned into a throne for the Valkyrie.

Mariko was putting up a valiant, violent fight, Divine had to give it to her. It didn't matter. The momentum was hers now, and she'd gladly run away with it. She ignored the prying fingers and kept her grip tight on her silly purple hair, riding down her struggle with a wicked grin and a soft giggle. Mako and Stone would be under the ring for a long time, it seemed. She had this covered - figuratively and, soon enough, literally.

She licked her lips as the crowd began to build up for it, knowing full well where this was going to -at least, they sure seemed to think they did. "Doesn't sound like they're on your side anymore, baby bird." She started to step over Mariko's body, keeping one hand tightly held on the hair as she did. Divine turned around as she stepped, placing her boots on both sides of the struggling Ishii sibling. The crowd was confused for a moment and a few boos came out, but they just didn't get the idea. She was still going for a facesit. They'd be satisfied. But she wanted a little variety.

Divine plopped down hard on Mariko's stomach, landing on her in a schoolgirl pin and bringing all of her weight down with it. She started to slide up Mariko's body, trying to hold down her wrists as she moved forward, close and closer, her warm inner thigh grazing along the tender skin. "You know what the difference between you and me, is?" She snapped her teeth at Mariko's face, like a starving lioness getting ready for her meal. "I want to see the look in your eyes while I smother you out."

Even while trying to fight against Divine’s control, Mariko rolled her eyes at the comment about the crowd. It didn’t matter to her one bit whose side those fickle assholes were on, or who they booed. They could all drive off a cliff for all she cared. They weren’t her concern right now. The only person who was was the Brazilian who was in prime position to take even further control of this match.

And though the crowd seemed initially perplexed by Divine’s intentions as she moved to step around and over Mariko’s body, the younger Ishii sibling knew full well what was coming next. And before she could do anything to prevent it, the Valkyrie’s full weight came crashing right down onto Mariko’s slender stomach. “Gwah!” she gasped out, her body jolting as all the wind was seemingly driven right out of her sails. And at least for the next few seconds, Mariko was unable to resist as Divine grabbed and pinned her wrists down, before starting to slither up her body.

She felt the Brazilian’s warm, smooth thighs graze and caress her body, causing it to shiver a bit at the faint yet sensual touch. And Mariko could do little more than watch as Divine crawled atop her and moved closer and closer to bringing her hips to the Japanese woman’s head. By the time she spoke again, Mariko was practically looking straight up at the Valkyrie from between her dark thighs. It wasn’t just confidence that seemed to radiate off of each word and movement of Divine’s, but also dominance. Mariko began to buck in resistance, hoping to throw her captor off, but at the moment she was being held down very effectively, almost completely in her foe’s control. And struggle as she might, what was coming next seemed all but inevitable.

Divine caught the little eye-roll on Mariko's face, and it exited her. She could admit that this one seemed a little different from all the other people the Valkyries targeted. Some had been 'innocent' people that just happened to make good examples, others had been assholes like King, morons who really deserved everything they could dish out and so much more. Mariko seemed like she was somewhere in between. A weird happy, medium, and Divine couldn't shake the feeling that, had the ball bounced a little differently, they might have wound up on the same side, sharing dominance over some girl in the middle of the ring.

The thought alone made Divine squirm.

But, back to reality. "Take a nice, big breath, dear." She cooed, perfectly imitating Mariko's voice, right down to the Japanese twang. "You're going to need it."

Divine slid forward and dropped her pussy on Mariko's mouth, planting down firmly and getting the bulk of her weight into the act. Her legs pinned down Mariko's arms and kept them still, while she rode down the struggles. She could have reached back and gave her an elbow in the stomach, but Divine didn't see any reason to quell her rebellion totally. In fact, she encouraged it - every movement Mariko made just resulted in her rubbing against Divine's sex all the harder, steadily pushing her down the path to an exquisite finish.

"Yes..." She whispered, biting her lip as her head rolled around. She finally brought it down after a moment, looking straight in Mariko's eyes as she began a slow grind, working off on her chin. "I have to say, you have a great face for this. Just the right size, the right amount of give, the perfect shape for a chin...I couldn't ask for a better seat." She spread her legs out a bit more, pressing down even harder now. "Though, honestly, as seats go, I prefer men. They make better noises." She canted her head to the side, as if lost in thought, until a smile started creeping over her face. "You have a brother, right? Maybe I'll pay him a visit."

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. But Mariko wasn’t feeling all too flattered when Divine threw her words from earlier right back at her, even mimicking her own voice as she spoke. Surprisingly, Divine’s imitation was spot on, down to the exact tone and accent. A blindfolded person would’ve had a hard time telling the difference after hearing both. But that aside, Mariko knew what was about to happen, and so she took a big breath of fresh air.

And then it finally happened. The beautiful Brazilian slid forward, and her panty-clad pussy planted itself right on Mariko’s mouth. The younger Ishii sibling couldn’t move her arms, which were firmly trapped underneath the Valkyrie’s legs. “Mmmnh!” she shouted as she writhed and struggled, her voice muffled by the womanhood that pressed over her mouth. Mariko fought and bucked as much as she could, but it wasn’t going to be so easy to throw Divine off her seat, and her struggles only seemed to enhance her foe’s pleasure, causing her face to rub up against the woman’s sex even more.

The Valkyrie then began to steadily grind her womanhood against Mariko’s pretty face, riding it as she rode out the Japanese woman’s struggles, before spreading her legs and pressing her pussy down even harder against Mariko’s features. Had this been under a less competitive setting, Mariko probably would’ve enjoyed being held in a position like this. Divine’s body was simply...divine. And having it seat itself on her face was far from the worst experience she’d ever been through. But she did want to win this match, and she wanted to be feeling Divine’s face between her legs, though the chances of making that happen were getting smaller with each second the Valkyrie stayed on her throne.

But then Divine said something that really caught Mariko’s attention, and caused her eyes to widen instantly. Her foe, sitting dominantly on her face, was now smiling down at her and seemingly threatening to target her brother once she was through with her. If normal circumstances somehow led to something happening between Yamato and Divine, Mariko wouldn’t care. He was a grown man and could make his own decisions. But the way the Valkyrie talked, it sounded more like a threat to sexually assault him. Oh hell no. Not if she had anything to say about it. Divine may be sitting on a comfortable advantage at the moment, but she had just entered very dangerous territory, and Mariko wanted to make that clear without any shadow of a doubt.

“MMMMMPH!” she practically screamed out at Divine from under her, her eyes glaring up at the Brazilian with an intense fire behind them. Now more desperate than ever to escape from her predicament, Mariko then fired her right knee up toward Divine’s spine. If that didn’t throw her off, she’d send another. And another. And another. She’d fire of as many as it took, all the while continuing to buck as hard as she could with her torso to try to throw the Valkyrie off of her face.

God, why hadn't Divine taken up wrestling earlier? A sport that allowed her to dominate like this in the middle of a ring, surrounded by thousands, watched by millions, and paid so handsomely for the service. She couldn't have imagined a better way to show herself off to world, and she was sure Mariko would agree. If she could speak, anyway.

"Sim...sim...bom." She mumbled and slipped into her native Portuguese, as Mariko screamed into her sex and sent vibrations throughout her body, making her shudder at the sensations. Apparently bringing up her brother struck a cord. Good. The more unwilling Mariko was, the angrier she became, the more Divine would enjoy putting the little Japanese girl in her place. "What's wrong, baby bird?" She smacked her lips and peered down at Mariko. "Don't want to share with your brother? Little greedy of you to-"

She grunted as a knee shot into her spine. Nothing big, just a little annoying resistance, and she ground down even harder on Mariko's face in response. "Nice try, but-"

Another knee, same spot, even harder, and Mariko's struggles were becoming furious. Divine bounced on her face and grimaced - she was taking all the fun out of this.  "Oh stop, you are not going to-"

And another, and another, and another. You could almost hear the bones colliding, and it simply became too much. Divine gasped and fell forward as it all became too much, plopping down hard on her chest. She hissed - literally hissed - as she started to push up and rub her back, nursing it as pain radiated throughout her spine. Getting knocked off her sexual high didn't help things. She'd been right on the edge... "You fucking, little cunt!"

Seeing Divine’s eyes peer down at her only fueled Mariko’s fire. Seconds ago such a sight wouldn’t have been so bad. Hell, it might’ve even been arousing to see that kind of look on the beautiful Brazilian as she dominated Mariko like this. But right now, any thoughts of the sort had been thrown out the window, replaced only with an intense drive to get out of this situation.

The first knee struck, and the only response was getting Divine’s pussy pressed even harder onto her face as she ground against her, using Mariko’s features as a sex toy for her own arousal. But the Japanese vixen was relentless in her efforts, and the second knee followed. Still Divine wasn’t thrown from her seat, and even bounced on Mariko’s face. “Mmph!” she grunted under the Valkyrie’s weight as it crashed down on her.

Knee strike after knee strike came smashing into her foe’s back, one after another. The building irritation and pain Divine was feeling was becoming more and more noticeable by the second. And finally, she fell forward, and her pussy finally removed from Mariko’s face. The younger Ishii sibling began to gasp for air the moment she could, before rolling over onto her hands and knees.

Sucking air as she glanced up, Mariko saw the downed Valkyrie rubbing her back while starting to push herself back up as well. “Took the words right out of my mouth...” she replied, glaring at her adversary. That confident, yet seductive smirk was gone. Now nothing but malicious intent could be found in the expression Mariko wore as she slowly pulled herself back up to a vertical base. And once she was up, she would immediately storm over to Divine, before reaching down to grab a very tight fistful of her hair and yank her up with it. “Get up, bitch! We’re not done yet...”

This was just a setback. An incredibly annoying setback, but nothing that Divine wasn't mentally and physically capable of handling. This wasn't some hardened, tough fighter she was dealing with, this was just some Japanese girl with a few wrestling moves under her belt. Divine had her street experience before and after the Valkyries. Rougher and tougher. Mariko couldn't measure up.

That was what she told herself before she felt those spry fingers digging into her hair and pulling at her scalp. Suddenly, it was yanked up, and Divine's body seemed to follow it on pure reflex, standing up despite her back's protests. She had a few quick yelps as they rose, and she feebly swatted away at Mariko's torturing hands, but the grip was too tight and her body was too far away for an effective punch. The hair might as well have been a leash. Wherever Mariko went, Divine was following.

"Get off! Get the fuck off!" She growled and twisted in the grip, trying to pull away without losing a clump of hair in the process. "Hey, ref! Hair! You want to do something?"

It was hard to see from Divine's angle, but she could have sworn she saw the referee rolling her eyes. Bitch.

Mariko held on tight as Divine twisted and pulled in her grip, trying in vain to break free. The ref girl did indeed notice Mariko pulling on Divine’s hair, and the Valkyrie’s eyes hadn’t deceived her when she saw those eyes roll. After the stunts the Brazilian had already pulled, she hardly seemed to feel any need to stop Mariko from evening that score a bit. Still, maintaining integrity was important, so after a moment she began to move forward to make the Japanese woman let go.

But just when the woman opened her mouth to speak, as if already knowing what she was about to say, Mariko let go of Divine’s hair, only to simultaneously attempt to drive the point of her knee into her foe’s slender stomach as hard as she could, looking to blast the wind right out of her. But at least her pretty hair would remain in place, albeit somewhat disheveled from all the pulling.

The Valkyrie wasn’t entirely wrong in her assumptions about Mariko. Hell, even Mariko herself would be the first to admit she wasn’t god’s gift to wrestling, and absolutely nothing about her background indicated any different. She was just some Japanese girl with some wrestling moves. Moves that could inflict quite a bit of pain on those unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of them, more specifically. And she was in just the kind of move to put one of those to use right about now.

After throwing the knee forward, Mariko would attempt to wrap one arm around the top of her Brazilian adversary’s chest and drape it over her shoulder, while moving her other arm to hook under the woman’s leg. From there, Mariko would seek to hoist Divine up and over, before attempting to bring her crashing down on the back of her head and neck with one of her signature exploder suplexes!