Tension in Ueno: Submission Match- Izanami vs Shinji Okazaki

Izanami was pleased when Shinji sprung back to his feet, full of energy and excitement. He burst forth and threw a swift side kick, however it would be intercepted before it could hit it's target with a kick of her own. Their shins blasted together and deflected each other, sending a wave of 'ooohs' from the crowd at the second-hand pain. Even Izanami had to admit that her impeccable leg stung now, but that had been part of the point; to to test his strength.

Ever the quick and nimble fighter, she quickly pivoted her foot back and pushed off, ramming into Shinji with a shoulder-elbow lockup for real this time. As she pushed, she'd use only about half of her strength and attempt to lure him into underestimating her. Part of her strategy included constantly varying the speed and power of her attacks to keep an opponent guessing. It was definitely a risky strategy if your opponent could out-perform you, but so far it had served her quite well.

Shinji cringed. There were lot of pains and pleasures he had felt in his time at AFW, but perhaps one of the most unique pains was that of two bones crashing together hard. The crossdresser could maybe get used to getting slammed or suffering through a submission but this was a difficult pain to get over. He shook his leg in pain and then was quickly overwhelmed by Izanami's attempt at a lock up.

It was her doing it this time, so Shinji was fairly confident that this wasn't a trick. When Shinji rose to meet her, he could tell that she was quite strong. There was some reticence within her though, and even a boy as inexperienced as the crossdresser could tell she was not going at full strength.

That gave the boy the perfect window to attack. Shinji threw himself backwards and attempted to monkey flip Izanami over himself.

Izanami and Shinji clashed together in the center, a conjoined mass of bulging muscle and determination. While each was aiming to outdo the other, but Izanami would soon learn the folly of underestimating Shinji by not using her full strength. Quite suddenly did Shinji fall back and yank her down with him, though she did not stop there.

Izanami tumbled over Shinji and landed squarely on her back. It had indeed surprised her, but more than that, she was excited at his tactics. She had not expected him to try that, what other tricks did he have up his sleeves?

The initial shock only last a second or two before she sprung back into action. She neatly executed a kip-up to get back to her feet and pivoted back to face him, ready for whatever offensive he was going to follow up with.

Shinji was technically professional wrestler. When he did his taxes he had to write wrestler in the occupation slot, and some people asked him for his autograph on the street. It should have been no surprise when a move he executed actually worked, but every time something came off a feeling of sheer elation came over him. The biggest goofiest smile the boy could muster came over his face as he heard the sound of his opponent hitting the mat behind him. Shinji sprang up and let out a war woop.

Izanami bounced right back up as well. He had never won a match before and didn't really know what it was like, but the boy was fairly confident that it usually took more than one move to do so. The crossdresser was never happy to see anyone in pain, but he knew it was good for him in that it helped him inch closer to winning the match.

The boy jolted forward and leveled a punch with his rather weak arm towards Izanami's face. If we were more knowledgeable or more coordinated, his follow up might have been a little bit better but this was all the boy could really do.

Izanami matched Shinji's movements and raced forward herself. While it cut down on the reaction time, it also afforded her a chance to receive the punch on a more controlled level. Shinji's fist struck and grazed across her cheek bone rather than flattening in her face, and she immediately spun so that her back popped into his chest. With his arm over her shoulder, she grabbed on his wrist and threw her weight forward and down, flipping Shinji over her back and onto the mat.
Still gripping his wrist, she somersaulted and pulled his arm between her legs to secure a nice, tight armbar.

Well, that could have gone better. The punch technically landed in that it grazed Izanami's face but it was not effective in the slightest. And his opponent was quick, quicker than Shinji could react to. In one half of a split second, she had grabbed his arm and flopped him down to the mat. The adroit move caused the boy's eyes to go wide with surprise and then slam shut in pain, but his problems only compounded.

His arm was now being wrenched in the worst way in a horrendous armbar. The crossdresser squealed and writhed on the mat in pain. The woman seemed to be an expert in submission holds, especially this one. His arm exploded with pain.

Shinji’s squeals and struggles of pain brought no significant satisfaction to Izanami personally, but it did mean the application of her armbar was effective. Struggle as he may however, she was in mood to let him go easily. This was a PPV match, and it demanded nothing but her finest performance. Plus her cheek stung just a little bit, so there might have been a tiny payback factor.

She deliberately began to twist his arm further to keep him from being able to flex it normally and resist the armbar. In addition, she lifted her left boot into the air and then swung it down towards his chest for a new source of pain. It would give him something else to worry about but while she brainstormed her next set of moves.

Shinji liked women. They were soft and sweet and just like Shinji in many respects. The crossdresser would never admit it, but he liked hard women too. Women whose abs he could lick and under whose boots he could squirm like the little submissive he was. But sometimes, he did not like strong women at all. Then and there, Shinji did not like them one bit as the intensified pain shot through his body, only to be compounded by the boot slamming into his chest. The boy gasped loudly as the wind was ripped from his body.

"Let me go! Let me go!" The boy shouted as he writhed around in pain. He was there to be pretty, not really there to fight. Thus he did not know any real escapes for this sort of situation, and even if he did he might not have been strong enough to pull it off. The only thing he could rely on was Izanami's mercy...

"Not on your life, sweetheart" Izanami cooed back to him upon hearing his shouts of pain. The boy would writhe and struggle, but oddly he didn't seem to have an actual escape strategy. No prying of her legs for leverage, no clawing or punching, he was just letting himself suffer? Fine by her!

Izanami wrenched on Shinji's arms for a few more moments, just to be sure she'd be setting up a weakness to later exploit. If Shinji's arm didn't ache throughout the match, then she was wasting her time. She kicked off from him and somersaulted backwards into a kneeling position, hands poised at her sides like a track runner. She wait to see how he was dealing with the aftermath of the armbar before proceeding.

Shinji didn't see the liberation of France, but if he had, he imagined it would be something like this. What felt like an infinite amount of pain came to an abrupt halt, only for a few nasty aftershocks to remain. The boy would have to do his best from this point on even with his arm positively stinging with pain. The boy groaned as he rolled over and got up, favoring the arm that did not undergo the brutal torture.

He looked over at his opponent. Despite her cruelty, she was still eminently beautiful. The boy did his best to try and put the pain in his arm aside and charge at the woman. He would feint with the same arm that had been so wantonly attacked only to spin low to try and sweep Izanami off her feet with a spinning low kick.