Tension in Ueno: Submission Match- Izanami vs Shinji Okazaki

The crossdresser had never done anything like this before. Sure, he was a complete neophyte when it came to martial arts, but he had done a few matches by this point. Yet this, he knew, was far far bigger. When Shinji got the letter, he was honestly flabbergasted. In his matches thus far, he had done nothing but lose and lose pretty badly at that. Why the powers that be wanted him in a PPV was completely lost on him, unless....unless they thought that he was pretty! No, more than that, the prettiest! The initial shock and confusion gave way to pure elation, and the boy was soon jumping up and down in his room, clutching the letter to his chest as if he never wanted to let it go.

In the few weeks before the match, his excitement threatened to overwhelm the poor boy, but fortunately he had only fainted from the thrill of it a few times. He had very little to go on as to whom his opponent would be as the boy did precious little research, but he knew it was a submission match. From his time in the gym, he had learned a handful of submission moves, but he figured he could get by on sheer moxie. This was a big event and Shinji would surely be more enthralled with the moment than his opponent would be, so maybe he would win! The thought of it sent him into a tizzy more than a few times, and his friends were quite practiced at getting him down from that high by the time everything was said and done.

While Shinji was on the train between Kyoto and Ueno, he looked out the window. He saw the trees and cities and people flash by, but his mind was elsewhere. He was imagining his female opponent, strong and beautiful. Maybe he could meet up with her afterwards, and they could have all sorts of fun together! Shinji was bouncing with excitement, all the way up to the dressing room. This arena felt smaller than the 'home' arena in Kyoto, but Shinji knew that was not truly the case. Millions of people would be watching world wide on their TVs, and hopefully seeing Shinji triumphant for the first time.

AFW sent a professional make up artist to help the boy out with his look. The crossdresser had brought all of his best make up with him, and the artist made the boy practically shine. When he stood up, he felt like a million bucks and twisted so the luxurious lace of his dress was apparent in the dressing room. The already stretchy boy did a few more stretches just so he could make sure that he was ready. This was a submission match after all!

The boy eagerly awaited his name being announced by the curtain.

Standing at five foot five, from Tsushina, Japan, Shinji Okazaki! The grinding guitars of Aerosmith heralded his entrance and Shinji met the warm cheers of the crowd with a smile of a wave. He bounced and glided down to the ring and jumped into it. He felt he was ready.

"Ten minutes till showtime" a stagehand announced, popping his head into Mitsuru's dressing room and then leaving.

In front of a mirror lined by round bulbs, Mitsuru nodded and continued to apply her ruby red lipstick in calm, smooth movements. Behind her stood the stoic Ryuu, gently but firmly dragging his thumbs in and around her shoulders to massage away her tension. Laying on the couch to the side sat the bored -looking Hikaru, his face lit up with the soft-blue light of a smart phone.

"Remind me again why we had to come with you?" Hikaru grumbled, the light on his face changing in uneven patterns as he swiftly scrolled down the page. The way he lazily had one leg dangling over the edge showed he clearly didn't want to be here.

"Because we're a team Hikaru, even if only one of us is active tonight" Mitsuru answered curtly and with finality, smacking her lips together and leaning forward in her chair to examine her handiwork. Tonight's PPV appearance was just what SEME needed to help promote their name, so there was no way she was going to let either of her teammates skip out. Ryuu had agreed without any protest, but getting Hikaru to tag along had been like pulling teeth. The muffled sound of the arena announcer and some sort of theme song prompted her to rise from her seat and shrug on her luxurious coat. With an authoritative snap of her fingers she summoned Ryuu and Hikaru to don their own coats and together they headed for the entrance to the ramp.

"And challenging him tonight, standing at 5'7" and hailing from Nara, Japan, Izanami of SEME! Jets of sparks and a remixed Japanese national anthem introduced Mitsuru as she strutted onto the scene, flanked by her teammates at her sides. As per her normal introduction she stopped at mid-ramp to slide her sunglasses up to her head and slid off her coat, handing them to Ryuu. Alone and with one hand on her hip did she complete the trip down to the ring, climbing the stairs and swinging herself through the middle and top ropes, all the while looking like she stepped straight out of a magazine photo shoot.

Mitsuru smiled as she inspected her opponent up close. Shinji really was quite one of the prettiest boys she had ever met, but that really meant little once the match started. He was thin and small, probably quick to boot, but what kind of skills could she expect from him?

Powerhouse? Extremely unlikely. Brawler was probably out of the question too. Having been signed up for a submission match, she assumed he  would at least have background training in a grapple-focused martial art. Not much use in speculating at the very moment, however, as his opening stance would probably tell her most of what she needed to know anyway.

"You know, I think a bit of shimmery emerald eyeshadow would really help bring out your eyes" Mitsuru told him with a smile, extending her hand for a friendly shake.

Shinji was never really calm. The crossdresser was always bouncing around with an ebullient sort of energy and when he saw his opponent, he could have made it halfway to the moon. His opponent for the evening was beautiful in a way that possessed him. She had a certain panache that gave her an otherworldly appearance, and the woman now standing across from him seemed downright cool. The woman was taller than him by two inches and seemed to have a sizable advantage in strength if not a sure advantage in skill. It didn't matter. The crossdresser was so excited! And she was even giving him make up tips.

"Thanks! I will try that for next time! For sure." Most wrestlers were serious people who did their best to show honor and respect in the ring. There was no chance of that happening in a match were Shinji Okazaki was a contestant. Shinji extended his arm forward and gladly shook his opponent's hand. She seemed nice and strong. The crossdresser was over the moon for strong girls; the evening was bound to be full of fun. "Good luck!"

The crowd's noise level was reaching a fever pitch. They were as excited for the beginning of the match as Shinji was. He took two steps back and got into his wrestling stance. In his excitement, he forgot what it was supposed to look like. His feet were too close together and his hands were too low. Once the bell rung, he doubted it would matter.

Mitsuru nodded sweetly as the two shook hands, leading to an expectation that the match would likely be quite civil. She placed her hands on her hips as she took a few curt steps back, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she got ready. Shinji's opening stance was.....unorthodox to say the least. However, she also knew of a few fighters who purposely used bad stances to lure opponents into underestimating them. Perhaps that was Shinji's strategy, what with his ruffly dress and dolled up appearance. Sorry to say, but that wasn't likely to work on her.

The bell clanged thrice and announced the beginning of the match, earning a fresh round of cheers from the audience. Now acting as Izanami, she circled Shinji cautiously, her own arms extended in preparation. She would gladly take the initiative and make the first move, stepping in close with arms raised for a grapple.

Rather than grapple Izanami would slice her arm across Shinji's torso with a swift and hard chop!

The way her hair shimmered under the Ueno lights was captivating. Her hands attracted lots and lots of attention to her feminine hips. Shinji was really enjoying it. The bell rung and Shinji instinctively took a step back. He was not very good and he was very much aware of that so the boy's natural inclination was to try and run away. For most of his life that had served him well, but he was a wrestler now for better or worse. His opponent was circling him like a shark around a small fish, and the crossdresser was on edge.

Then she lurched forward for what was apparently a lock up. Even with strong doubts of his success, Shinji rushed forward to meet it. He was excited to test his strength against his beautiful opponent only to find that Izanami had been duplicitous about her intentions. As he rushed forward a strong hand marked his chest and turned that hairless part of his body bright red.

The blow was nearly enough to make the boy fall over but the crossdresser maintained his balance, somehow. "Ow!" Even with a match or two under his belt, he still was not quite accustomed to the pain of the ring.

Like a dancer carefully minding their steps, Izanami glided back out of grappling reach after her chop. She looked at Shinji's joints, his elbows and knees, as he stumbled back, and noted the reaction. He had good balance and recovered himself well, even if he didn't quite seem to receive the hit all that well. Poor Shinji wouldn't be given much time to get himself back in the game before Izanami stepped in close again and repeated the same move, a challenge for a grapple that would feint into a chop.

When faced with the same trick twice, most opponents would learn their lesson and immediately adapt a counter-strategy. She would be betting on Shinji raising his guard above his chest to block her coming chop, as she would instead aim low and fire a quick roundhouse kick at the exposed belly.

Shinji was lots of things. A crossdresser, (barely) a wrestler, a beautiful little boy. One of the things he was not was a coward. He rose up to meet Izanami's challenge with glee. This would maybe be a real opportunity to test himself against a strong woman, and Shinji literally leapt at the opportunity. He was of course wary that his opponent would try the same move again, so he was a little more guarded this time. He was not a coward, nor was he an idiot. So he stretched towards Izanami...

And was punished once again. A lightning face roudhouse kick laced his belly and Shinji fell to the side. He was clutching his side as he did so, wincing in pain. He sat with his rump solidly on the mat, looking up at his opponent for the evening.

A slight smile worked it's way over Izanami's face as her trap slammed shut and her boot dug into Shinji's gut. She retracted her leg slowly and came to a poised stand, hands resting lightly on her hips. Shinji was down and looking pained, and she hadn't even broken a sweat.

Taking several steps back, she gave her opponent some room to breathe. In addition, she winked at Shinji and motioned with her finger for him to get up and follow after her.

"These wonderful people paid for a show Shinji, don't disappoint them by spending the whole match sitting" she teased lightly.

When his opponent stood over him, Shinji loved it. He was a small boy and he was very aware of that. Hell, he loved that fact. When Izanami rested, impeccably, she seemed like a statue to the boy. He had gazed upon many beautiful women during his time on the earth, but the night threatened to overtake him. The crossdresser shook his head, no, no he would not accept that. He would rage against his feelings and win this match. There would be millions of people watching him, and he could not give up. Not yet.

"Of course!" Shinji sprang up. He was hurting, but the night was young and so was Shinji. He was bursting with desire and energy and launched himself towards his cooler opponent. His immaculately shaved leg extened to the side and then forwards in a side kick intended to hit Izanami's leg!