Naptime! Mariko vs Ryu - multiple KO match (complete)

Multiple KO match with standard rules: Winner needs to knock the opponent down 3 times in order to win. Submitting won't stop the match

Ryu's animetal theme boomed through the arena, as the young red-haired Japanese rushed his way to the ring between two wings of roaring fans.
It had been a while since his last match, so Ryu was excited and eager. In recent times he had been flirting and wrestling with voluptuous bombshells like Maria Infinity and Louise the Maid of Justice, but getting squeezed and smothered by them more than a few times had just made him more nervous about such kind of teasing maneuvres, more than train him against them.  
And so, Ryu was basically wishing that his next opponent would not rely much on that kind of wrestling. In any case, being weakened in the teasing clutches of a curvy girl to the crowd's amusement was something he would gladly avoid tonight. Therefore he needed to stay focused and be careful in both his attacking and defending.

"Yeaaaa the dragon is back....!", Ryu yelled to the enthusiast audience, a little words game with his name Ryu meaning "dragon" in Japanese. With that, such embarassing thoughts and memories were tossed away with his tank top, as the young fighter got ready for his match, waiting for Mariko to show up.

Moments after the male entered the ring and his music faded out, Humble Neighborhoods by P!nk began playing over the speakers in the arena, cuing the arrival of Mariko Ishii. The sexy, purple-haired Japanese vixen stepped through the curtain and onto the stage and briefly looked around at the cheering crowd. There were more than a few cat calls from men who loved the sight of her in her short gold shorts and matching top, pink thigh high stockings and white boots. But aside from a small chuckle, she paid them little mind as she casually walked down the aisle toward the ring, letting her hips sway a bit with each step.

Between the tag team tournament and her fiasco with Divine, it had been a while since Mariko had had a match that would let her have the same type of fun she expected to have tonight. As she walked up the steps onto the apron before stepping between the ropes to enter the ring, Mariko stared across at Ryu with an almost seductive smirk. She walked out to the center of the ring, then rested her hands on her hips while looking the male up and down, before bringing her eyes to meet his.

“Well, aren’t you a cutie.” she said with a giggle. “I can already tell this is gonna be fun~” Mariko then quickly licked her tongue over her lip, like a hungry lioness ready to feast on her prey. And she’d then back away to her corner while waiting for the bell to ring so the match could officially start.

Ryu was used to female opponents acting in an assertive-flirting way now, but that Mariko's sultry predatorial attitude would miss to affect him.

In fact, the Japanese boy could not come out wih any bold reply, rather going with a simple "Uhhh....o-ok, nice to meet you too", which all but confirmed his nervousness around such a confident woman, who stood a few inches taller than him and was seemingly of strong built, under those undeniably alluring feminine curves of hers.

One moment later, the bell would ring and Ryu wiped off all those distracting thoughts about her physical appearance from his mind: this was the time for fighting, not for flirting... or that was his plan anyway.

"Alright then, let's have a good match!" Wearing his white tight shorts with the small japanese flag on them, and matching boots, the young wrestler would step straight into his oppoent, going for a starting shoulder-collar grapple, willing to test her strenght in the early part of the match.

Mariko gave a low giggle at the boy’s obvious nervousness. And as she walked back to her corner, her devious mind was already starting to plan out all the fun ways she’d try knocking him out. Considering she’d have to do it three times to win, Mariko didn’t doubt she’d get to try out quite a few different things, a thought which only further excited her for her playtime with Ryu.

The bell rang, and as Ryu made his way out toward her, Mariko started to close her half of the distance as well, that grin of hers never leaving her features. She put her hands up, and once the two were right about at the center of the ring, she lunged out to join Ryu in the lockup.

Despite being slightly taller than her foe, she doubted she’d be able to just throw him around like a rag doll. She was generally stronger than people often guessed at first glance, but strength still wasn’t her greatest asset by any means. So, despite being engaged in a test of strength, Mariko had no intention of trying to drive him backward.

She did push forward for a moment or two, though it was mostly just to encourage Ryu to push right back. But then, Mariko would raise a foot to his stomach then roll backward, hoping to use Ryu’s own momentum to flip him over and send him onto his back with a monkey flip. And if she succeeded, she’d then immediately roll backward and attempt to bring herself on top of Ryu, straddling his waist.

Ryu had expected Mariko to be swift and smart in her fighting strategy... but even so, her judo-like move caught him offguard, sending him flipping to the mats back first. "Woahh... ungh...".

The fall was not that painful, but when he tried to move away from his vulnerable laying position he was suddenly pushed back down by Mariko's hips coming to straddle him. "Unfff... d-dammit...".
Groaning in slight discomfort, the red-haired boy would buck his hips trying to dislodge Mariko from her mounted position... but she was likely to have different plans.

“Going somewhere?” Mariko teased while grinning down at Ryu as her hips pushed him back down onto the mat. She then moved her hands over his shoulders to steady herself on top of him, which proved to be wise as the boy beneath her bucked his hips.

It wasn’t quite enough to dislodge her completely, but it did force her to shift further up his body, now sitting over his ribcage. “So you want me to sit higher up on you, is that it?” she asked tauntingly with a giggle. “Silly boy. All you had to do was ask.”

Moving her hands to try to take hold of his wrists, she’d then try to push them down onto the mat. And from there she’d shuffle up his body even more, trying to sit her sexy read down on his upper chest with his head between her thighs in a schoolgirl pin, with her shins pinning his arms down and the crotch of her shorts practically touching against the underside of his chin.

"G-Gasp...!". A reddish flush would rise up at Ryu's cheeks at the taunting pin he had just been caught into.

Sure thing his plans for the match did not include being immobilized in a schoolgirl pin so early in the match... and he was not willing to stay there passively. Nonetheless, he was just stuck at the present moment, his struggling being paused by the mix of embarassment and temporary helplessness as his arms were locked and no room to move his head was allowed, save from some slight brushing his cheeks against the warm embrace of inner thighs, which would not exactely help with Ryu's uneasiness.

While he was trying to figure out some escape strategy, the current situation had to be quite enjoyable for Mariko, as the boy could just look up in concern at her self-satisfied smile, the flustration in the attemted stretching of his neck ever more evident now that her crotch had been brought so close to his chin.

Feeling her prey’s blushing face rub against her smooth thighs as he tried to move around only amused Mariko, eliciting another light chuckle from her lips. “Aww, what’s the matter, big boy? Not comfy down there?” she taunted, remaining still in her dominant perch atop the pinned male while looking down at him. Thinks were looking quite well for Mariko here in the opening moments of the match, and she was only going to try to keep that momentum going.

After spending a couple more seconds on his chest, Mariko would then inch forward even more, looking to sit down right on his cute face, pressing his nose and mouth right into her crotch and leaving only his eyes uncovered. This might be one of the earliest facesit attempts she’s gone for, but he looked like he’d make such a nice seat for her, and she’d been given such a good chance to take advantage of it. It’d be a shame to just let that go to waste.

Once she’d secured her seat, Mariko would then attempt to slide his wrists in a bit and pin them under her knees, so she could bring her hands up onto her hips and sit up straight on her trapped prey’s face.

"W-Wah...? Hey nommmpffffhh......!". Ryu's attempt at protesting would be silenced by Mariko's curvy hips rising up to cover most of his face, but his eyes could still look up, allowing her to relish into the mix of panic and embarassement in them.

The fans roared joyfully at the sight of the sultry woman rising into a dominant pose with hands on her hips, in full control of the trapped boy.

As for Ryu, he was experiencing in first person that it was much more than a mere taunt: with his arms pinned under her legs and her hips brought up to cover most of his face, the red-haired boy's nose was pressed into her intimate folds and his mouth and chin were embraced by her buttcheeks, sensually suffocating him.

Moreover, the very little air he could take from time to time was mixed with her sweet and treacherous womanly scent, matter of factly assisting in making him lighteaded while she could enjoy his muffled attempts at breathing/struggling down there "..mrffhhhhh....".

On the bright side his lower body was granted more freedom of movement now... not that it changed much as his legs were bucking and squirming to no much avail, basically wasting his energies.
Lack of air and Mariko's intoxicating scent were not making it easy to think straight and Ryu knew he needed to find an idea to escape now, but what?
"mfffhhh...."

“Mmmm~” she hummed out as she started to slowly and steadily grind herself against his handsome face, rubbing in the humiliation even more. And as she did, she was also careful to never lift off of his mouth and nose, ensuring that both were being effectively smothered under her.

She reached a hand down and ran it through his red hair, continuing to smirk down into his eyes, thoroughly enjoying the embarrassment and the panic within them. His legs kicked about, and his body bucked and squirmed, but all this accomplished was causing Mariko to lightly bounce on his mouth and nose as she rode out his struggles.

“Why fight it, hm? We both know you’re loving this.” Another giggle escaped her lips while she remained seated upon Ryu’s face. Whether he was actually enjoying this or not, the crowd certainly was, and clearly so was Mariko.

The match was hardly a minute old, if that, yet Mariko already seemed to have him effectively trapped, smothered, and at her mercy. Just the way she likes it. And if Ryu didn’t find a way out of this predicament soon, there was a good chance he’d soon run out of air and suffer his first knockout of the match rather quickly.