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

Still held in a tight sleeperhold by Mariko, Ryu was losing more and more of his awareness. To his dulled mind, her taunting petting felt like loving caresses comforing and soothing him into a slumberg, and a desastrous crave for giving into her "cuddles" was taking over.

His arm would fall limp on the first count, just bumping on Mariko's foot. Ryu's sleepy mind tried to take notice of it: it had to be important, for some reason, but he couldn't get himself to remember why.

The ref-girl lifted his arm by the wrist again... and again it dropped down unresisting, while the crowd chanted along: "TWOOO...!!!"

But there was not a third lift of his arm, for Ryu's hand finally found its way to grip around Mariko's ankle and, with a last spurt of fighting spirit, Ryu tried to sweep her leg inwards while twisting his body to the opposite direction.

If it went like he had planned/wished, then both contenders would tumble sidewards to the mats, hopefully with enough momentum and surprise effect to break Mariko's sleeper.

“Goodnight again, Ryu-chan.” Mariko said with a giggle after the ref’s count reached two. He still seemed incapacitated by that point, and she assumed the second round was mere seconds away from being awarded to her. All that was left was for the hand to drop one more time.

Clearly Mariko wasn’t the only one expecting the round to come to an end here, because the entire crowd let out an audibly shocked reaction when, rather than get counted out and lose the round then and there, Ryu’s hand suddenly grabbed right onto Mariko! She was certainly taken by surprise, and a brief yelp escaped her lips as she was then pulled down and tumbled to the side.

Quickly pulling herself back up to her feet, she smirked at the boy. “Still not ready for nap time yet, huh?” she said while making her way over to him. He may have escaped, but she knew for a fact that being trapped in the sleeper for that long must have drained a considerable amount of energy from him.

It had worked! Fallen to the side, Ryu could feel Mariko's arms release the sleeperhold. Finally able to breathe without restrainting, the boy would get on all four, taking a few heavy breathings to supply his brain with much needed oxygen as he shook off the cobwebs of sleepyness.

"Huff...huff... damn right... I want to stay up late Mariko-san..", he would grin rising his head as he saw her walking  confidently towards him. He had to admit that she looked sexy, taking one sultry step after another like that... but he knew well that she had other plans in mind that seducing him.

Eventually, Ryu would stand up fully, ready to face the evil beauty, or he hoped so. Not willing to concede the initiative, he would step forward  willing to grapple her hands with his in a test of strenght.

"Hah... got you now..!", he would grin if successful, relying on his superior upper body strenght to gain an advantage and push her backwards to the ropes. The bad thing was that his pushing was actually... very weak at the moment. Naive Ryu had obviously understimated the softening effects of Mariko's sleeper on his muscles.

Mariko gave a soft laugh in response to the boy’s comment while he pulled himself up to his feet. He may be worn out from being caught in the sleeper for a while, but he was at least aware enough to throw a bit of clever banter her way.

She stopped for a moment and smirked as Ryu held his hands out, challenging her to a test of strength. Interesting choice of tactics, considering the last time he had done something like this ended with him almost being knocked out under Mariko’s lovely rear about thirty seconds into the match. But if he wanted to give it another go, he’d hear no complaint from Mariko.

“We’ll see about that.” she said, stepping forward and entangling her fingers with his. And immediately the two combatants pushed against each other. With Ryu clearly having the more muscular frame, one would think overpowering Mariko would be no difficult task for him. Yet, Mariko didn’t budge backward one single inch, clearly the result of his weakened state.

“What’s the matter, big guy? Having some trouble?” she asked in a teasing tone.

Ryu kept trying, his bare chest and her soft bosom brushing lightly to each other as the contenders were pushing for supremacy.
Before long, Ryu would realize that something was totally wrong: while he was huffing in exertion with no success, Mariko seemed to match his strenght without even making a sweat.

"Mrff... i-impossible... you can't be that stron...ugh...". Ryu had finally got it: the problem was not Mariko's sudden transformation into Wonder Woman... but how much weaker she had rendered him in her sleeperhold. Just realizing that sent a flush of embarassement rising to his cheeks.

A drastic change of strategy was needed before she would take advantage, like earlier in the match, the boy would think in uneasiness. Now, with all the ineffective pushing and pondering from Ryu, Mariko was granted more than enough time to take the initiative, but if she didn't, then Ryu would try to tug one of his hands free, planning to then turn around and attempt a fancy judo-stye arm throw... if he could throw her in his actual conditions.

“Mmm~” Mariko hummed as they pushed against each other, her chest brushing right against his toned chest. And soon the reality of Ryu’s situation finally seemed to be beginning to sink in, judging by the look on his face.

Being trapped in her sleeper hold for so long had taken quite a toll, and while Ryu likely would’ve had little difficulty pushing someone of Mariko’s weight and strength level back under normal circumstances, he’d simply been drained of too much energy to make that happen right now.

What she didn’t count on, though, was that he would so quickly think of a backup strategy. Mariko was just opening her mouth to start teasing the boy some more, when he suddenly turned his body and pulled, flipping her forward. Luckily he wasn’t able to put a lot of power behind the throw, but his technique was good, and Mariko fell onto her back with a light thud. Nothing all that painful, but he at least managed to take her off her feet.

"U-umpff...". Ryu would end into a kneeling stance behind the successfully flipped Mariko.

"Hah...up we go again Mariko-san", he would say from behind her ear. Willing to keep jt up with His positive moment that, he would hoist her up to her feet right away. Standing behind Mariko, Ryu would then crouch, the side of His head leaning at her hip, one arm clinging her waist.

From there, Ryu would try to lift the girl For a back suplex. Maybe not the wisest choice of love, with his still softened leg muscles risking to fail him. "ngrfhhh....!" he would groan in exertion, all red-faced as he tried.

Shortly after being dumped onto her back, Mariko was once again being brought back to her feet as Ryu started hoisting her up. And as soon as she was up, she felt his arms wrap themselves around her waist from the side, and braced herself for the suplex attempt that was sure to follow.

However, the boy’s weakened body failed to lift her up all the way, leaving him simply standing there practically hugging her. “Still a little tired there?” Mariko teased, before bringing her arm up and throwing her elbow down at his head repeatedly, hoping to make him let go of her.

And if his arms did release her, Mariko would then turn to face him and grab his head, before pushing it down between her legs, which would clamp around his neck in a standing headscissor.

Hit to the top of his head by a couple of Mariko's elbow strikes brought Ryu down on his knees, which immediately resulted into Mariko turning over with a somewhat gracious move and just trap the boy into her sexy-looking standing headscissor, much to the fans' joy.

"Unghhh n-not  between there....", the boy would would groan, concerned to say the least at the feel of Mariko's smooth thigh wrapped around his neck and grazing the sides of his flushed face.
His hands went up to mariko's thighs trying to pry apart.

Ryu knew that it was quite the obvious mismatch between his hands and Mariko's mighty thighs, but he still had to try: from his awkward position the boy had a close sight of Mariko's well shaped calves well knowing that, if she got to cross her ankles and secure her scissoring hold around his neck, then he was a keeper in her clutches.

“Enjoying it down there?” Mariko said, shaking her hips to taunt Ryu as she held him there with a standing headscissor. Her thighs, remaining firmly in place as the boy tried to pry them apart, constricted against his head and neck while keeping him bent over right in front of her. Not the most flattering position, to say the least, but that would soon be the least of his worries.

After wearing him down for a couple moments with the hold, Mariko decided it was time to try to put this second round away. Leaning down and wrapping her arms around his waist, she’d try to pull him up onto her shoulders in a powerbomb position, and would give his crotch a teasing lick if she managed to hoist him up.

From there she’d grab onto his tights and lift him as high into the air as she could, before pulling down to plant him down onto the mat with a Last Ride! If she hit her deadly finisher successfully, Mariko felt confident this round would be hers to take.