Aoi Tamazaki Vs. Yamato Ishii

Match Type: Standard
Winning Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

Aoi was feeling pretty good as her music started to play. Even though wrestling for her always seemed like a dangerous prospect, the Thorns had been rolling pretty good lately and she was going to crush another poor boy in her pretty painted nails.

As she stepped out from the backstage area, she put on her brightest smile. Boos and catcalls rained down upon her, but the bluenette paid it no mind. Though the fans had seemed to have caught onto her act, she was pretty sure there were still a few boys in the back room that she could use and abuse. Even if she somehow happened to come across one who was no sucker, she still had some options.

She stepped into the ring and smoothed down her tight, blue top which showed off her plump breasts. She wore tight fitting shorts as well and she sauntered seductively to her corner and rested daintily against it as she stared at the entrance ramp.

Yamato sat in the locker room, having just finished putting on his ring gear. Any other night, knowing he was about to go out and have a match would fill the young man with excitement. But tonight was different. This was the first time Yamato had even come to the Tension arena since his humiliating assault at the hands of the Valkyries, an incident he hadn’t exactly gotten over to say the least. With that still fresh on his mind, being booked for a match against a member of another one of Tension’s notorious groups didn’t come across as good news. And the fact that Yamato still had yet to win even one singles match wasn’t doing anything to boost his confidence.

He stood and exited the locker room, where Mariko had been waiting for him right outside the door. “Hey. You alright, Yamato-kun? You don’t have to go out there if you’re not ready, you know...” she said, following by his side as they moved toward the curtain. “I’ll be fine.” Yamato said, though his sister wasn’t entirely convinced. “I’ve gotta get back in the ring eventually, right? Besides, I know you’ll be watching in case anything happens.” He turned to Mariko and gave her a smile that, despite her worries, at least gave her enough reassurance to not press any further. “Alright. Just...be careful out there.” Mariko replied as they arrived by the curtain just in time to hear Yamato's music playing over the speakers.

Yamato nodded and put his best game face on as he stepped out onto the stage, yellow and black shorts, boots gloves and knee pads decorating the older Ishii sibling as he walked down the aisle. Anyone who’d seen his previous matches could tell he wasn’t nearly as full of energy as usual, but nonetheless he climbed up onto the apron and stepped through the ropes to enter the ring, eyeing the woman across from him as he moved into his corner. She was absolutely gorgeous, a fact the girl’s outfit highlighted quite nicely. But Yamato had more than learned his lesson about underestimating beautiful women by now.

“Alright. Lets do this...” he said, and stretched out his limbs a bit while waiting for the bell to ring.

Aoi watched as Yamato came down the ramp. He certainly was a handsome young lad, that was for sure. He was quite delicious, but he also looked quite youthful. Her blue eyes never left his form as he slipped up into the ring and took to his corner.

She stepped forward and batted her eyelashes at him. "Oh, you're Yamato-sama?" She said in her cute, girlish voice. "My, you're quite the specimen. If you are as tough as you look, I'm definitely in trouble." She replied coyly as the bell rang.

She crouched and cautiously shifted towards him. "Try not to be too rough with me, Yamato-sama!" She said and held out her hand, offering a shake before they really got into it.

Yamato wasn’t quite sure what to think as Aoi moved out toward him, batting her pretty eyelashes and serving him up some five star flattery. This was either a trap to make him lower his guard, or this chick hadn’t seen his other matches. But the last time he’d taken flattery like this seriously from a beautiful girl, it cost him big time. Better to exercise some caution this time around.

“Thanks.” Yamato replied, chuckling and blushing just a bit. Even if he didn’t trust Aoi, one does not simply ignore being praised by such a cute girl with such a cute voice. “Don’t worry. I’ll try not to rough you up too much.” he said with a wink. The bell then rang, and it was time to get this show started.

Yamato crouched down a bit and inched out of his corner toward Aoi. When her hand was just barely within reaching distance, he moved his hand out to give hers a quick shake. Nothing wrong with a little show of sportsmanship to start a match. And hopefully keeping his distance as much as possible in the process would lessen his chances of getting sucked into a cheap shot of some kind.

Aoi was shrewd and she knew that she had to save her bag of tricks for the right time. So when Yamato took her dainty hand, Aoi gave it a shake and giggled coyly, pulling it back in. She didn't know the boy's skill or confidence, but she needed to play the wounded fawn a bit longer.

As they got close, she looked to lock up with Yamato in a classic collar elbow tie up. Though she still wasn't very good at wrestling, she had gotten a lot of the basics pretty solidly down. She knew how this was likely to end, but that was ok. If the boy was as much of a gentleman as she appeared, it would be easy enough to lure him into something.

No cheap shot came of the brief handshake, which meant this was already off to a good start. Yamato did feel a bit silly for being so paranoid, though given his recent circumstances it’d be hard not to be. He was still far from ready to let his guard down completely, but he at least felt like it would be ok to loosen up and relax a bit.

Yamato’s strong arms reached out to lock up with Aoi’s. And though he wasn’t any more knowledgeable of her skill than she was of his, he was confident his strength would give him an advantage here as long as he acted quickly. So he almost immediately began stepping forward, attempting to drive Aoi all the way back to her corner if he could.

Aoi was muscled backwards pretty easily by Yamato. She definitely was trying to resist, but she also wasn't really trying to give it her total all. With the end result most likely being the same either way, she really needed to save her energy as well as stroke the young boy's ego a bit.

She gasped when her back hit the turnbuckle and she let Yamato overpower her, trying to let him push up against her delicious body while her leg subtly pushed against Yamato's bulge. During the course of the match, she was bound to rub up against him in some way, so why should he be concerned?

"Oh, Yamato-sama, you're so strong!" She gasped and turned her head to blush coyly.

Driving Aoi into the corner was definitely a confidence booster for Yamato. Not that he doubted he had the strength to pull if off, but he was just glad to be off to a good start here. And considering how easily she’d gone back, maybe he’d be able to keep this early momentum rolling.

“Thanks. But you haven’t seen anything yet.” Yamato replied with a chuckle when Aoi complemented - or rather, flattered him for his strength. It was clear the beauty’s words were doing everything she intended. And though he tried not to let it get in his head too much, he couldn’t help but notice the way his toned figure was pressed into her while her leg lightly pushed up against his crotch. But as quickly as he could, he pulled his mind out of the gutter before it could wander too far, trying to stay focused on the task at hand.

The ref was just coming over to start a count to get Yamato to back away from Aoi, when he grabbed onto his foe’s wrist. He’d then back away a step or two from the corner before attempting to whip her across the ring into the opposite corner.

Aoi was just trying to coyly make as much contact as she could when Yamato grabbed her wrist and hurled her out of the corner. She was forced to run the length of the ring and turned just in time before she hit the turnbuckle chest first. She crashed into it back first and slumped against the ropes, huffing while her bangs covered her eyes.

She looked through them at Yamato and tried to hide her smile. The boy was pretty predictable all things considered. Still, it wasn't like crashing into the turnbuckle felt good, but she had learned out to take the hit enough not to be devastated by it.

This was all going well so far. Unusually well. Not that Yamato was outright dominating his opponent, but she had yet to give him any reason to be worried. He’d cornered her once with ease, and sent her across into the opposite corner with an equally small amount of effort. Even if nothing big had happened yet, Yamato was getting the feeling he could control the match pretty easily as long as he could continue putting his strength advantage to use.

Unaware of the smile the Thorn was hiding, he sought to press his apparent advantage, and sprinted out toward Aoi. Building up as much momentum as he could in his charge, Yamato would extend his right arm out and attempt to blast the cornered beauty against the turnbuckles with a powerful clothesline!