Mariko Ishii vs Hiro

Match Type: Standard
Victory Condition: Pinfall, Submission, DQ or Countout
Special Rules: Hentai Allowed

Humble Neighborhoods by P!nk began to play over the speakers of Tension’s arena, cuing the entrance of Mariko Ishii. The sexy, violet-haired vixen stepped out onto the stage wearing her usual golden top and shorts, pink thigh highs and white boots. The crowd began to cheer, whistle and throw cat calls at the Japanese beauty, though aside from the almost seductive grin on her face, one could hardly tell she even noticed them as she walked down the aisle and approached the ring.

Things had become rather stressful in recent weeks for Mariko, who still had quite a bit of baggage on her mind. But tonight was a chance to cool down, unwind and relax. All at the expense of her unfortunate opponent, of course - although there were seemingly countless men in this building alone who would gladly trade places with her foe if given the opportunity. And speaking of her opponent, he was a young man Mariko had no knowledge of, so she was quite curious to see what would be coming out to meet her in the ring.

After ascending the steel steps and stepping between the ropes to enter the ring, Mariko sauntered over to one of the far corners and rested back against the turnbuckles. She rested her arms on the top ropes one either side of her and crossed her leg at the ankles, getting comfortable as she looked out at the entranceway in anticipation of her opponent’s arrival.

An unfamiliar theme began to play after Mariko finished her entrance act, and a black haired man with a relatively slim figure compared to most tensions wrestlers waltzed into the ramp in a black, unbuttoned coat, pants, and boots. The response was nothing more than what the usual newbies got, although some female audiences seemed to gave him a more warming welcome. The man himself looked calm and just waved around to the crowds every now and then, taking his time before slipping himself under the ropes.

It was a big day for him, to say the least. Having no real wrestling experience before, he's now standing in a ring that belonged to one of the biggest wrestling federations. His nervousness was showing even if he tried to maintain an somewhat composed outlook, and when he saw his would be opponent on the corner, his cheeks blushed slightly. A real beauty the woman was, and it somehow gave him a second thought about fighting her. Even if he was told that there were a lot of beautiful women here that could kick his ass, the thought of hitting a woman still didn't feel right somehow.

The man took off his coat to reveal his somewhat toned upper half, earning himself some more cheers from the crowds, which he just smiled to. It's not the most athletic figure for sure, but he felt that it's just about fit for him. Handing his coat to one of the staffs outside the ring, the man then returned to the center so the match could start. Almost the whole time, his eyes couldn't help but to look at beauty on the corner.

Mariko wasn’t quite sure what to expect from the mysterious newcomer, but she was just a tad surprised at how slim he appeared to be as he stepped onto the stage and walked down the ramp. Not that seeing a man with this type of build in AFW was an entirely new experience for Mariko, of course. The closer he got, the cuter she realized he was, and a soft chuckle escaped her lips as she heard the response from the women in the crowd.

When the young man entered the ring, Mariko could see nervousness in his eyes. Completely understandable, considering this was his debut match in AFW. And as his eyes found Mariko, and a light blush formed on his cheeks, the vixen’s lips curled into a sly grin. She didn’t know what sort of wrestling background this boy had, but already she felt like she was holding a tremendous advantage against the unsuspecting rookie. She watched as he removed his coat, pleasantly surprised by the sight fairly toned figure. He wasn’t a body builder by any means, but he certainly had enough to justify the reaction from the ladies in attendance.

“Well, looks like you’ve already got some fans, handsome.” she said with a light chuckle. Moments later the bell rang, and Mariko began to saunter out of the corner toward the center of the ring. “I’ll be sure to give them a nice show~” the vixen said. And as she drew near the young man she’d lunge out with her arms, attempting to initiate a lockup to start this match off.

"Um, thanks..." the young man gave Mariko a nervous smile as he heard her words. "I guess I should as well, then," he replied, trying to sound as confident as he could.

Appearance could only go so far, though. He had no idea how good of a wrestler the girl was. Much better than him? Possibly. Worse? Not impossible, but didn't look too likely. The only way to find out how deep the pool really was, unfortunately, was to dip in. Hopefully he wouldn't drown.

Trying to muster a confident expression, he'd move his shoulders and arms for a bit before accepting the lockup. He might not have the build of most male wrestlers that appeared on TV, but the girl didn't look like a she-hulk either. He should be able to do this, right?

"So, um, you can call me... Hiro," he said to her once they locked arms. "What about you, beautiful? Got a name?" the young man asked, trying to flirt a bit just to put himself a bit at ease.

The two combatants locked up in the center of the ring. And as they pushed against each other, Mariko was relieved to find they seemed to be roughly on par in terms of sheer physical strength, though neither of them were tremendously big people. In any case, it didn’t seem either was likely to start driving the other back very easily. But that was perfectly fine with Mariko. It was rare for her to rely on strength as an advantage anyway.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips at hearing the young man’s flirting compliment. “The name’s Mariko.” she replied, introducing herself as well. But right then and there the pleasantries and smalltalk would be put on hold as Mariko attempted to snake an arm around Hiro’s neck to pull him into a tight side headlock, before pulling forward while leaning her hip into him, attempting to flip him down to the mat while keeping her headlock locked in.

“Nice to meet you~” she’d add casually if her takedown was successful, while grinning down at the young, handsome man and squeezing against his head and neck.

Almost as soon as he learned her name, Mariko wrapped her arm around his neck before taking him down to the mat while keeping the headlock! Hiro was slightly disoriented from the sudden move, but the squeeze on his neck prompted him to squirm and grab at the woman's arms to try prying it loose. Perhaps he needed to pay a better attention on this kind of thing in the future.

"Urgghh... N-nice to m-meet you... Mariko-san..." he'd reply, while still trying to loosen her arm around his neck.

This wasn't as easy as it looked on TV, or so was Hiro's conclusion. Mariko might be around his size, but she had a strong grip! There was no doubt she's an experienced wrestler, unlike him. Still, he wasn't planning to lose his first match with just one or two moves. Perhaps a bit more squirming could disrupt his opponent and lessen the pressure of the hold at the very least.

Hearing Hiro’s casual reply even while his head and neck were being squeezed in the headlock caused another faint chuckle to escape Mariko’s lips. Although, he was wise to remain calm like this even in his situation. As uncomfortable as it was bound to be, it wasn’t like he was in immediate danger from losing the match in this position.

However, Mariko didn’t plan on lingering with the headlock all night either. She held her grip firmly as Hiro squirmed around, but knew she wouldn’t be able to forever. So, while keeping one arm securely locked around the young man’s neck, she used her other hand to grab onto one of his wrists.

From there she’d shift her legs to get them a bit more under her, so she could then pop up and swing her legs around, aiming to drape them across Hiro while pulling back on his arm to lock in an armbar. Whether she’d be able to pull off a hold like that this early was unclear, but Mariko was very curious to see if the newcomer would manage to fight against it.

It felt like he's making some progress in prying away the hold, although whether it's true or not wasn't something Hiro could find out in the end as Mariko decided to shift their positions. He could only let himself being dragged by the woman's movement, unfortunately, and before long, he was trapped with the armbar.

"Nngghh..." Hiro grunted while he tried to pull his caught arm away, unsuccessfully. "Y-you're pretty good at this... Mariko-san..." he commented.

It's probably also because he's not very good at this either, but that was something that's best left unsaid. As far as wrestling experiences was concerned, Hiro's was pretty much about him being used as some women's training dummy. They were clients so he simply complied with their wishes, but clearly his role would be quite similar when faced with a real pro. He thought there's something a bit fishy about the league recruiting someone with barely no experience, but it seemed like it wasn't because they're lacking fighters...

Mariko managed to get her arms over Hiro’s body, and the armbar was locked in perfectly. And though he struggled to pull his arm away, it wasn’t going anywhere until the dominant vixen allowed it. “Aww, why thank you, Hiro-chan~” Mariko replied.

If she wanted to, the gold-clad beauty could probably force a submission from the young man fairly easily right here. All she had to do was crank back on the arm until it felt like his shoulder was going to be ripped right out of its socket. She did lay back a bit more, increasing the pain of her hold, but not to an extreme amount. Sure, Mariko possibly walk out of here with the quickest win of her career, but where would the fun be in that? No, this boy seemed like he could be quite a bit of fun to play with.

Mariko abruptly stopped applying pressure to the armbar, and sat up while reaching for Hiro’s hair and attempting to pull him up off the ground just a bit. She’d then slide one leg under him, and lock both around his ribcage while crossing her ankles to apply a body scissor, tightly squeezing his torso between her smooth, stocking-covered legs.

Mariko's response to her compliment was to crank the hold a bit more to make him grunt in discomfort. It wasn't an intense amount of pain or anything, but it still hurt nevertheless. Hiro then felt his arm released by his opponent, a bit to his confusion, although he could see where this was going.

"H-hey...! Not the hair..." he protested, although the last part of his statement was more of a muttering. The hair was less of a problem compared to the scissor hold that followed right after. "Aughh...!"

His hands went for the smooth but toned legs of Mariko to pry them off his waist, but the squeezing was making it difficult to say the least. There's also the fact that one of his arms were still hurt from the earlier armbar and was quite useless at the moment. It's safe to say that he wouldn't be able to get out from this one for a short while at least.