Mariko Ishii vs. Divine - Killer Queens

Now that Mariko had stopped putting up so much of a fight, Stone eased up on the bearhug, just holding her still and upright. She didn't have any interest in really hurting Divine, she was just following orders and waiting for this all to blow over. Unfortunately for Mariko, if the look on Divine's face was anything to go by, she wouldn't be done before an appropriate amount of pain was properly dished out.

But, then again, maybe not. Divine hadn't really expected Mariko to accept the offer, thinking she'd refuse just to snub the Valkyries. The usual straightforward, silly defiant hero bit that was just going to result in her getting curbstomped all around the ring. So, when Mariko didn't just give her a kiss, but a good, genuine, sensual kiss? She was surprised. Pleasantly surprised.

Divine enjoyed it. Mariko was such a young, sweet thing, with the most fulsome lips that she'd encountered on this island. She moaned back into her mouth, letting their tongues slither along each, and for a moment, she almost forget that they'd been brutalizing each other just a few minutes. Divine even started to bring her hand down Mariko's stomach, tracing along her abs and making a slow descent towards her waiting sex. The crowd mumbled, once again confused on how to even respond to what they were seeing. Stone seemed sold on her reaction, though - she groaned and rolled her eyes. "Really?"

Well, Stone was in luck, because she didn't have to endure it for long. Mariko started out in the mood, but she didn't stay that way.

Divine let out a blood-curdling shriek as Mariko bit her lip, frantically pulling away from her as the teeth sunk in deep and she started tasting blood. She pulled free and her hands immediately went to nurse her tortured lip, and she wailed into her palms as Mako looked between them with a confused stare. This was the third time - the third time - that someone had bitten her since she came to this stupid island, and Divine was getting quite sick of it. The audience's laughter didn't help, either.

"Whore!" Divine moved back in and started to throw punches into Mariko's prone face. Not pithy, weak little slaps, but full-on hooks that rivaled anything Mako might throw, battering her face back and forth while she screamed. "Fuck you! Fuck you!"

Had anyone asked her, Mariko would’ve been the first to admit she was enjoying that kiss every bit as much as Divine was. The feeling of the woman’s lips against hers felt exquisite, and the woman’s moan into her mouth sent a small wave of pleasure surging through her whole body. Divine was a beautiful woman who lived up to her name, especially as their tongues started to dance together and Mariko felt the soft touch of the woman’s hand sliding down her stomach.

But as nice as it all was, none of it came even remotely close to pleasing Mariko as much as the Divine’s agonized shriek, which resounded all through the entire building, as the Japanese woman bit her lip. The younger Ishii sibling simply sneered at the the Valkyrie, loving the sight of her burying her face into her palms and screaming into them. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. She’d have hell to pay for it, but at least for now, it seemed totally worth it.

It didn’t even bother her when Divine called her a whore. She just continued to smile and chuckle as the woman came back in, fully aware that she was in for a world of pain now. Sure enough, Divine began to rock Mariko’s head back and forth with a barrage of merciless, ruthless, and devastating punches. “Ugh!” “Oomph!” “Agh!” she instinctively grunted and cried out with each painful shot that blasted over her pretty face.

It wasn’t long before her face started to get bloodied too. One shot split her lip, causing blood to fill the taste in her mouth. Another crashed into her nose, and a steady crimson stream began to flow as a result. Her face was going to be a mixture of red, black and blue by the time this was over, and each hit brought her closer and closer to the brink of unconsciousness. And with Stone restraining her movements completely, all she could do was sit there and wait out this painful storm.

"Fucking bitch! Right hook. "Bitch!" Left hook.

Divine's punches came wild and heavy, so much so that Stone almost thought she'd lose her grip on Mariko if it went on for much longer. She was thankful that she didn't have to find out, though - Mako, of all people, put a stop to the beating, grabbing Divine's arm while she was preparing for another hook, spinning her around. "Hey, hey, ease up!

"What?!" Divine let out a long, exasperated groan. "You're seriously stopping me?"

Mako just gave her a flat look that told Divine to calm down and remember who she was talking to.It worked. "No. I'm not. But if you're going to knock this bitch out, do it right." She pointed at Mariko's battered face. "Don't just punch the shit out of her. We're wrestlers. Use a wrestling move. Make it good."

Divine snorted and scoffed, before looking back. "Make it good, she says, make it good." She thought to herself for a moment, before a light bulb came on in the attic. "Okay."

She snapped her fingers and stepped back, moving into a stance that was perpendicular to Mariko. She bent her knees and tensed her thighs, like a tigress preparing to pounce. "Hey, bitch." Divine spoke in a voice that was halfway between a soothing purr and a vicious growl. "Last words. Got any?"

Mariko was getting the beating of a lifetime at Divine’s hands. One heavy punch came after another. Parts of her face were already starting to swell, and she was sporting a nice shiner right around her left eye, not to mention the blood spilling form her split lip and running out of her nose. This was by far the most brutal assault she’d ever been forced to endure, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

But then she was absolutely shocked when Mako of all people intervened and stopped the beating. It was hard to tell just from looking at her brutalized face, but Mariko was looking at the Valkyrie leader with a curious, questioning expression. Not that she didn’t appreciate being given a few moments of not having fists blasting into her face, but she was certainly confused.

However, the short conversation between Divine and Mako made it clear what was going on, and a chuckle managed to escape Mariko’s lips as the Brazilian stepped back and took her stance. A bit of blood dripped down from her lip onto the mat in front of her, and she looked up at Divine with the smuggest smile she could manage in her current state. She now had the chance to say some final words. And though there was plenty she would’ve liked to say to Divine, she doubted she’d be given enough time to get it all out. And even if she did, speaking coherently would likely be difficult for her as she was. So she’d just have to settle for something simple.

“Still...worth it...” It was all she could manage, but she then also dragged her tongue over her split lower lip, grimacing in pain as it moved. As much pain as she was in, she wanted Divine to know that the enjoyment she’d felt at hearing the Valkyrie scream was fully worth every bit of it, and she she’d gladly do it again if given the chance. And with that, she simply remained still aside from her panting in Stone’s tight grasp, just waiting for the end to come.

Divine sneered at Mariko's words, and it quickly turned into a fierce snarl. Something about this woman, that cocky look on her face, the way she just remained defiant no matter what happened here...it got under Divine's skin. Deep. Somehow, even though she was clearly the one on top, here, it didn't quite feel that way, like everything she did robbed the moment. She couldn't put her finger on why that was, exactly. Had a hard time putting it into words. But it was still an annoying little itch in the back of her skull, and it pissed her off all the more.

Divine shook her head, then spat off to the side while she took careful aim. "Go to sleep."

She stepped in, shuffled towards Mariko, and hit her with the best superkick she could manage, sending her boot's heel streaking towards her head, getting as much of her leg's power into the move as possible.

Despite the massive amount of pain that plagued Mariko's battered and destroyed face, that little grin of amusement stayed in view as she eyed her assailant. She wished she had more time and energy to speak. She would've loved to tell Divine just how much she loved smothering her into submission, or how priceless her expression had been when Mariko denied her the dominant pleasure of the kiss she wanted, or even how the Valkyrie had failed to break Mariko's spirit even with all this agonizing torment.

Still, that enraged look in the Brazilian's eyes told her she already understood all that perfectly well. And with the situation being as it was, that would have to do. And she was satisfied with it, not that she really had any say in the matter.

Then it came. Divine stepped up, Mariko saw the boot flying right toward her, and suddenly everything went dark. The Japanese woman's head whipped back as much as it could, before limply slumping forward. The superkick had knocked her out instantly, leaving nothing but a beaten, bloody rag doll in Stone's powerful arms.

Winner: Mariko Ishii via submission