Mariko Ishii vs Hiro

Mariko naturally didn’t heed Hiro’s protesting words about touching his hair, though they didn’t fall on deaf ears either. The young man may not’ve known it just yet, but he was giving more of himself away to the vixen than was probably wise. Any weakness she could find was certain to be exploited sooner or later, and he had just given her one to stow away in her back pocket for later.

But for now, Mariko had him locked up in a tight body scissor, crushing his midsection between her smooth legs. And as he tried to pry apart her legs, Mariko rested an elbow on the mat and used her hand to prop up her head, making a casual show out of her dominant hold. He only had one good arm right now, and Mariko knew it was simply going to take more than that to free him from the deadly vice he was in.

She then attempted to bring her free hand up and moved the tips of her fingers onto his chest, then would suddenly drag them down against his flesh. Mariko didn’t scratch hard enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to hurt and leave a mark that would be sticking with the boy for a little while.

While he's still busy prying off Mariko's legs, Hiro felt the fingers of the woman touched his chest. It's slightly distracting at best, but when Mariko dragged her digits down, he flinched and tried to pull away his body.

"Ow! T-that's not nice of you, lady!" he protested before using his weakened hand to try pulling the arm of Mariko away.

Hiro looked at his own chest. There was a mark there, rather shallow, but visible nonetheless. She glanced at his opponent, who was resting her head on one arm, looking pretty relaxed while toying around with him in this hold. His cheeks blushed. He had to say that Mariko looked pretty alluring in her display of dominance over him. The crushing on his midsection wasn't something enjoyable, though, but there's little he could do now with just one hand.

"Uugghh..."

“Then why don’t you do something about it, big boy?” Mariko replied teasingly with a wink as Hiro protested. Naturally, niceness was pretty rare to come by in the ring, but Mariko wasn’t one to jump into a lecture about things like that. Hiro would likely find out all about that pretty quickly on his own.

Having quite literally left her mark on the boy already, Mariko then began to grind her thighs back and forth against him, adding even more discomfort to the already painful nature of the body scissor. The crowd certainly seemed to be enjoying the dominant display, but soon the vixen was ready to change things up again.

She tried to yank her arm out of Hiro’s grip, and would then release the body scissor and push him away with her foot before standing up. Mariko waited a moment to let him decide whether he wanted to try getting back to his feet, which she considered fairly generous. But if Hiro wanted to make use of it and stand, he’d better do so soon. Mariko had no interest in letting him completely rest off the damage she’d inflicted, and too much hesitance on his part would not be wise.

"I-I'm trying...!" Hiro replied as he's getting a little desperate with his predicament now.

As Mariko began to grind her thighs, he groaned in discomfort and squirmed some more, not really knowing how to get out from this situation. Fortunately, his opponent didn't seem interested in torturing him further at the moment as she'd release the hold and shove him away with her foot. While he's relieved to be able to get a little breather, his embarrassment was only building up as it clearly looked that she's just pitying him.

Some of the crowds sounded like they're still cheering for him, but he kinda got the feeling that only a handful of those cheers were actually genuine. The rest were just making fun of him getting his arse handed by a woman. Maybe this was the main reason why he was hired in the first place, to be the embarrassed by members of the opposite sex to entertain the crowds. Not a particularly pleasant job, but as long as it paid quite well...

Hiro was panting while lying on his back for a bit, before shaking his head and starting to get up on all four. The scissor hold had done quite a number to his midsection, but at least his arm was getting better. He'd try to stand up to face Mariko again, but he might not be able to do much at all if she's already on the move again.

"Uuhh..."

As much fun as she had dominating handsome young men, there was a very small part of Mariko that sympathized with people like Hiro. She’d once been a newcomer making her debut as well, and understood how it felt to compete in front of a crowd like this for the first time. As embarrassing as getting beat up by a girl in front of all these people, it no doubt would’ve been even worse if she had forced him to submit not even a minute into the match.

Mariko doubted Hiro would see that silver lining the same way she did right now, but now matter. He was starting to pull himself up, and once the vixen felt she’d given him plenty of time she sauntered over to his rising form, reaching out to grab his arm right as he made it back to his feet.

“Here, let me give you a hand.” Mariko said sarcastically, then turned and attempted to whip Hiro toward one of the corners. And if she could get him there, the violet haired beauty would then run toward him before leaping through the air and aiming both feet at his chest with a dropkick!

"Oh, thanks..." Hiro unwittingly said as Mariko grabbed his arm, only to find out that she wasn't as nice as he thought. "Waahh?" the boy yelped as he was whipped to the corner, his back crashed against the turnbuckle seconds after. "Ugh!"

The newcomer was slumped on the corner with his arms hung on the top ropes after that, feeling dazed and a little disoriented from the collision. He should have known better, but it didn't look like there would be significant difference considering how quick everything happened. Speaking of quick, Mariko was rushing towards him, something that he noticed from hearing the sound of the woman's running, and as he lifted his face to confirm it, Hiro felt the boots of his opponent hitting his chest hard.

"Gaahh...!" he cried, his form knocked back against the turnbuckle again and slumped slightly lower this time. "Auughh..." the boy groaned as he panted on the corner, one of his hands rubbing his chest.

At the very least he'd try to get away from the corner, but his shaky footing probably wouldn't help him too much...

Mariko’s feet smashed into the newcomer’s chest, blasting him with a heavy dropkick, and the violet haired beauty quickly got back to her feet after lightly dropping to the mat. Her eyes immediately went to Hiro again, and she grinned as she watched him start to stumble out of the corner. It seemed the strike had hurt every bit as much as she’d suspected.

But, Mariko wasn’t quite ready to let him out of the corner just yet. Lifting her right boot, she’d place it up against his stomach and try to shove him right back against the turnbuckles. “I don’t remember giving you permission to move from there.” she’d say while stepping toward him.

If he hadn’t done anything to fight back by the time she closed the short distance between them, Mariko would then swing her foot out to kick at the side of Hiro’s right leg, attempting to sweep it out from under him and bring the young boy down to a sitting position in the corner.

"Nnngh!" Hiro's attempt to move away from the corner was brought to an abrupt end as Mariko pushed her boot on his abdomen to keep him on the turnbuckle. "W-why would I need your permission...?" he asked with a somewhat genuine puzzled look before his legs were being swept by his opponent. "Ahh!"

The boy dropped onto his butt and groaned, her arms now hung on the bottom ropes while he leaned against the post. This was a bad position to be in, he knew that much. Alas, at the moment he's a bit too shaken try moving again. The sight of towering Mariko looking down on him made his cheeks blushed as he suddenly felt a shivering jolt on his back. There's just something about dominant women that made a part of him excited at times...

Hearing Hiro’s question, Mariko chuckled after bringing him down into a sitting position in the corner. She then leaned down and reached a hand to cup under his chin, holding his head in place so she could look him in the eye while answering. “Because, once you step into my ring, that’s just how it works~”

The vixen would then let go of him, but she still wasn’t ready to let him out of the corner so soon. And she’d immediately turn around, then push her rear back against Hiro’s face, aiming to embarrass the handsome young man with a classic stinkface!

"Y-your ring..." Hiro blushed deeper as her chin was cupped by Mariko. "I don't th-mmpphh!" he tried to protest, only to be silenced by his opponent who turned around and shoved her rear onto his face! "Mmmpphhhh!"

The boy would immediately try to push Mariko off him with everything he could muster at the moment. He considered his face to be his most important asset, so to be smothered by someone's ass like this was just humiliating! Even if he hadn't been deprived from air for too long, Hiro just wanted to shove Mariko away that he also slapped the woman's ass a few times without thinking.

"Hmmpphh!"