Enlightening debut. LoJ -vs- Mariko Ishii

LoJ had hoped that his foe would've been faster getting him up... but Mariko wasn't one to pass up an opportunity to show off her dominance over the masked wrestler, as she slowly and teasingly guided him up by the head.

Then, after a brief moment, he felt her soft but cruel hands tug on his arm as she sent him tumbling through the squared circle only to crash unceremoniously into one of the ring corners.

"Uugghh..!" The young man grunted as he hanged in the corner only by his arms over the top ropes "shit... this is bad... I need my legs back.." he thought as he tried to recover some sense in his numb legs.

But not before long, his gorgeous adversary was standing in front of him, and when she slightly leaned into him and cupped his jaw, both his uneasiness and embarrassment grew.

Mariko's words kept messing him up further, but having the woman flash her grin up in his face said it all. She knew she was in total control of the match and the beautiful girl was taking full advantage of that.

Then her proposition came.

His eyes widened as the purple haired girl commanded him.
She already had given the luchador quite the beating, and the vixen had him weakened and cornered. Maybe it was time to obey her, get it over quickly and call it a day...

The masked hero lowered his eyes "I... I un.. I understand... Ma.. Mariko-sama..." said apparently complying to the vixen's demands.


But then it hit him... he didn't get this far by rolling over when things got tough! He had to do something, he had to be smart, he had to... use his head.

"I understand... that you're delusional if you think you already have me beaten!" A sudden burst of pride came out of the boy and in a desperation move, he used the only weapon he had at the moment as LoJ attempted to rear his head and launch a headbutt right at her.

It was quite a long shot, knowing Mariko had a hold of his face, but he had to try.

"HHHHAAAAAAHH!!"

Sometimes the seemingly endless amounts of physical torment weren’t needed to bend someone to your will. As effective as that often was, sometimes all that was needed was intimidation. Convince them that you are in control, and nothing they do can change that, and they just might behave and submit themselves.

And right now, it seemed that was going to be the case with LoJ. The proud luchador had been manhandled and played with throughout the short duration match by the beautiful vixen, and was now pinned back against the corner. Mariko had only just begun with him, but with her command issued, the point of her domination over him had been made perfectly clear.

When he seemingly complied, even referring to her as “Mariko-sama” as he was told to, Mariko’s grin widened. This was going perfectly. All he had to do now was beg for mercy, and the rest would be a piece of cake. She’d bring him out of the corner, probably apply a few fun holds, humiliate him a bit more, then let him submit once she’d finished having her fun.

But the luchador still had much more fight in him than she’d anticipated. And instead of a plea for mercy, what she was given was a vicious headbutt out of nowhere! “AGH!” she shouted out in agony as the force of the sudden strike knocked her made her stumble back before dropping to the mat, and she writhed around while her hands rested over the assaulted spot on her now aching skull!

THUD!!

It hurt. No lying about that. His head was ringing while he kept himself upright in the corner by the grip he had on the ropes. LoJ also didn't like the idea of hitting such a beautiful face in such a manner, but after all that Mariko had put him through, getting one in felt good. Really good. No lying about that either.

With the beautiful vixen now downed and in pain, the luchador felt that if he was going to have a chance to fight back, it was now or never.

The young man couldn't waste any time, but with his legs still recovering, there was little of his usual arsenal he could use... so LoJ decided to keep it simple.

Gritting his teeth, the masked boy used his arms to push against the ropes, giving him some momentum forward, his weary legs allowing for a couple of steps as he raised his right arm up in the air, and then was time for gravity do the rest.

The masked luchador let his body crash down like dead weight over the fallen girl aiming to drive a sharp elbow drop into her midsection!

“Fuck!” Mariko cursed through grit teeth as her hands nursed her throbbing head. Definitely a different image of her than that of the seductive vixen who had been controlling this match practically since the outset. But right now she hardly cared how she looked. She just wanted her skull to stop screaming in pain so she could think straight again.

In the meantime, though, the worn down luchador had bought himself some recovery time, as well as an excellent opening. And despite his legs being weakened, he was still able to carry himself over to Mariko’s downed body, and put himself in position to make the most of his opportunity.

The floored beauty moved one hand from her face for a moment, just in time to see a descending the masked man descending right down toward her, but not soon enough to react. And the point of his elbow drove itself right down onto her.

“Oomph!” Mariko cried out as the impact blasted the wind right out of her sails, then curled up and rolled onto her side, with her arms now moving down to cover her midsection.

"Where's that pretty smile of yours?" said the luchador as he saw the beautiful Mariko curl into a ball. "Not enjoying the lack of air?" LoJ wasn't all that good at trash talking, but getting back at her even a little, after all the vixen's tauntings, went a long way.

Losing precious air sucked big time. Mariko made sure LoJ knew about it first hand. So not wanting to let such a nice opportunity go to waste, the masked boy decided to get into the karma business "Here, let me repay you for your kindness".

Watching as the girl's hands went to tend to her now tender midsection and facing his foe's slender back he attempted to snake his arms around the downed beauty's neck in order to form a tight sleeper hold.

If successful he'll try to transition her into a sitting position as he tightened his grip.

"Hhhhnnn!"

LoJ’s taunts weren’t exactly carrying enough heat to set fire to the arena by any means, but the fact that he was in a position to talk down to her was plenty to let Mariko know how far the tables had abruptly turned. The sooner she could amend that, the better, though it soon became clear such an opportunity wouldn’t present itself so immediately.

After being brought up to a sitting position, Mariko then felt a pair of arms coiling around her neck, and squeezing down to apply a nice, tight sleeper hold. The vixen’s eyes shot wide open and she gasped out as he started choking the life out of her in his grasp.

Her hands went up on instinct to try to pry at the luchador’s arms, though it felt clear more would need to be done to escape this potentially dangerous hold. So she balled her left hand into a fist, then reared the arm back to try to elbow the newcomer in his ribs. And at the same time, Mariko tried to get her feet under her so she could start trying to fight her way to a vertical base, where dealing with this issue might be a bit easier for her.

Despite his aching body LoJ felt he had his opponant under control, which was quite a feat knowing how badly the match had gone for him so far

The luchador felt Mariko’s soft hands pry at his arms, an obviously natural instinct when you feel that you’re being choked out. The masked man tightened the grip around the girl’s neck not wanting her to escape “You’re not going anywhe-Ughh!!” His words where cut due to the vixen’s elbow crashing violently against his exposed ribs, making him wince, which gave the young woman the chance to get her feet under her as she begun pushing to get upright.

“Tsk, this ain’t good” The masked man thought. His arms were still fresh and strong, but one could not say the same of his drained legs. The purple haired japanese had done quite a number on the luchador’s lower limbs and now he didn’t have the power to push the girl down again “Shiitt..” as the two wrestlers kept struggling against each other, both getting closer to being up on their feet.

LoJ knew that if Mariko got loose he’d be at a disadvantage, given his legs condition. Most of his moves relied on his speed and leaping ability, and the beauty had mostly taken care of that, so the masked man felt that if he was going to win this, he had to put everything in this hold, in this very moment. “HhhnnNNnnggh!! Just.. stay.. downn..!” he kind of commanded the gorgeous girl in his grasp as he poured as much pressure in the hold as he could muster.

Problem is, with both combatants writhing and struggling in the hold as they got up, Mariko’s perfect rear inadvertently ended up rubbing against the masked boy’s crotch, causing his eyes to widen and his cheeks to flare up.

As he tried to keep the hold locked in, LoJ’s uneasiness grew as the friction between them continued, making the young man worry less about the sleeper and more about the fact that if this intimate contact kept going, it was going to end up causing a reaction way more embarrassing than just a cute blush.

“Shitshitshitshit” hammered in his head as he tried to find a way to elude this predicament not realizing that in the mean time his grip was starting to get less constricting around the gorgeous woman’s neck...

It wasn’t a speedy process by any means, but Mariko could feel herself gradually rising back up to a secure, vertical base. The luchador’s vice on her neck was torturous, but the knowledge that she was moving toward a better position made it worth enduring.

She couldn’t exactly verbally retort to LoJ’s command, but her continuing effort was more than enough to show her defiance to it. And as she rose, something interesting caught Mariko’s attention. She felt her firm, sexy rear rub up against the masked man’s groin, as well as his arms loosening around her neck at the same time.

Even in the sleeper hold, a grin found its way onto Mariko’s features. Or at least, the closest thing to a grin she could manage. And she then began to squirm a bit more, as if trying to wriggle out of LoJ’s clutches. Though really, it was all just to rub her derrière up against his crotch some more in order to further distract him.

Meanwhile, her hands started to snake their way back and around the young man’s masked head. And once she had a good enough grip on his skull, Mariko would suddenly drop down onto her rear, pulling his face down with her with a jawbreaker-like maneuver, hoping the impact would stun LoJ enough to force him to release his hold.

Okay, this was not going as planned. Not by a mile. In LoJ’s mind Mariko was supposed to take the sleeper and submit like a good girl, right? Wrong. She may not retorted verbally, which was at least a small consolation prize after all her trash talking, but she was not staying put either.

To make matters worse, in order to escape the luchador’s strong sleeper hold, the japanese girl started to squirm and wriggle more and more, which by the way made the rubbing of her sexy and tight rear up against his crotch to intensify greatly.

This type of contact was new to the young man, and being honest, to say It didn’t feel good to have such a firm, beautiful ass rub up against him, would be a lie. And there laid LoJ’s biggest concern, that at this rate his uneasiness wouldn't be the only thing that would be growing.

“Hhhnn...shhiitt..” All this had the young wrestler flustered and distracted enough for Mariko’s delicate hands to snake around the boy’s head unattended right until she took a firm hold of the back of his mask and, without further notice, the vixen dropped down to the mat taking the luchador with her.

*Wham!*

Before LoJ could react, his jaw was slammed with force into his foe’s shoulder, his teeth clashed against each other, sending a sudden wave of pain through his spine, and making the boy surrender the grip on Mariko’s neck as he shot back up upon impact, only to fall down to the mat like a sack of potatoes.

The masked luchador laid there stunned, watching the blurry arena lights above him with watery eyes as his right hand went up to tenderly check on his sore jaw while a faint groan escaped his lips. "uuuhhhnnn..."

After a short moment, and if the gorgeous girl didn’t do anything to prevent it, he’d try to roll to his side in an attempt to get on all fours as a way of gathering his bearings and process what just happened, before the newcomer could even think of getting back up on his own.

“nnnhh….”

Mariko moved a hand over her throat and coughed as the dazed luchador dropped down to the mat. And as soon as the coughing stopped, she took a few moments to catch some of the breath that had been drained out of her. And as she glanced over her shoulder at LoJ, she saw a window of opportunity that was slowly closing.

Once again the newcomer was on his hands and knees, crawling away from her. That meant plenty of time for Mariko to recover, but she’d have to move quick if she wanted to take advantage of him while he was vulnerable like this. So she pulled herself back to her feet and quickly moved to grab his ankle, and drag him back closer to the center of the ring.

“I don’t think so. You’re not going anywhere.” she said, before attempting to sit herself down on his lower back. And from there, she’d try to grab his arms and pull them over her thighs, then reach around his masked face and wrench back to apply a camel clutch. She was none too pleased about him resisting her control as much as he had, and now Mariko intended to make sure LoJ paid the consequences for it.