Tension in Ueno Main Event: Homecoming Tag Team Match- Ishiis vs Takeuchis

Mariko and Yamato Ishii had come a long way since their debuts in Tension. The two had competed in numerous matches and improved considerably, particularly in Mariko’s case. But as a team, even from the very beginning they had worked considerably well together, and had at one point even been contenders for the tag team championships. But as proud of they were of their progress, they hadn’t been able to share much of it with their hometown. But Mariko wanted to change that, and made it her mission, which she had personally managed over the last several months, during which time she’d competed in only one match. As a result of her efforts, she and Yamato were hosting and main eventing a show in their hometown of Ueno! Elated didn’t even begin to describe their emotion going into this show.

The fans began to cheer when Mariko Ishii's music played in the small arena, but Yamato was first to walk through the curtain. He was dressed in his usual black and yellow shorts, boots and gloves, as well as a WhiteGale jersey in support of the team that was battling for the tag titles tonight. “It’s good to be home!” he called out. With a bright smile on the young man’s face as he looked out over the crowd, he took a couple steps forward then cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted out, “ARE YOU READY, UENO?!” The question was met with loud cheers and shouts, a perfectly satisfactory answer as Yamato turned back toward the entranceway and pointed to the curtain. And seconds later, Mariko herself walked out into the arena, sporting a brand new attire!

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The cheers coming from the crowds were practically deafening, which made it quite difficult for Mariko to keep her composure. This had been a dream of hers from the moment she’d decided to pursue a career in wrestling, and it was all so...overwhelming! But in spite of it all, she managed to just smile and take a deep breath, then began walking down to the ring side by side with her brother. “You ready, Yamato-kun?” she asked, and her brother grinned. “Oh, you know it! I don’t think I’ve ever been so amped up for a match!”

The two climbed onto the apron and stepped into the ring, before splitting up to climb up into separate corners. Both raised their right fist up and posed, taking in the sight and cheers of their hometown crowd. Even if there were fewer people here than they were used to performing in front of, the feeling of surrealism tonight was unlike anything either Ishii had ever experienced in the ring.

Mariko and Yamato stepped back down onto the mat and moved out to the center of the ring then raised their hands again, this time touching their fists against each other. The two then made their way into their corner to await the arrival of their opponents. The Takeuchis were a duo Mariko and Yamato had had experiences with on more than one occasion. Mariko had prevailed over Daisuke in a spar once upon a time, while Yamato had had a pair of less fortunate bouts against Ami. But the sibling duos had never faced off in tag team action before. In Mariko’s mind it was a match that was long overdue. Regardless, she was glad it was finally happening. And it couldn't have been set on a better stage...

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"Hey Daisuke, so tell me WHY we are in this unknown town doing god know's what infront of all these losers?" The supermodel would say as she was busy putting on her white wrestling boots, while sitting on the wooden bench. It was very unlike the bluenette to question a main event booking but everything over here was so underwhelming for her own glamorous lifestyle. Tonight was a very special event, hosted by Tensions hottest stars in Mariko Ishii, accompanied by her Brother  Yamato, both of whom had run in with the Takeuchi's. Ami remembered Yamato all too well, although her ego made her pretend he was someone she didn't know, deep down though, she was very interested to embarrass the older sibling in front of his own crowd, that was the only thing that got her excited for tonight match. The supermodel finally got done, she got up from the wooden bench and walked up to the mirror, doing some light make up and applying some eye-liner under her brow with some light pink lipstick on her perfect lips.

After she was done, she looked herself in the mirror with a wink and devilish smile while adjusting her ruby red spandex outfit from the side, making sure it looked absolutely perfect on her divine body, she was ready to go and step out infront of this undeserving crowd, atleast undeserving in her mind.

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"Hmph, beats me Sis~ I have no idea what the hell are we doing in this town, actually, I wouldn't even call it a town, more like a village. In any case, it's still a main event and we could do well to put these loser's down in their own crappy home town" Daisuke said as he was getting ready behind the curtains, soon he brushed past the curtains and was already geared up in his wrestling attire, wearing a pair of black wrestling briefs with matching leather black wrestling boots laced up. "Let's just go out and put a performance to put these home town heroes in their place, after all, this town should be blessed on the fact that wrestling royalty has graced them with our appearance." he continued on before grabbing his entrance ring robe and putting it on, the robe covering his chiselled body well.

"Righto, Nii-san" Ami nodded as she followed her brother as the two made their way out of their private locker room and onto the arena.

The two of them stood behind the curtain until Mariko's music died down and after a moment of silence in anticipation, Daisuke's theme burst out throughout the jam packed arena, which was going absolutely berserk for the hometown favourites just a moment ago, the cheers quickly turned into jeers when the Takeuchi siblings made their way down towards the ring ramp, not the most favourite tag team amongst  the AFW fans and especially here, where they were going to face the home grown talents in the Ishii's.

Daisuke had a arrogant grin on his face as he made his way down the ramp while Ami blew mocking kisses to the fans while they showered down Boo's to them, which they happily absorbed. Daisuke passed his fingers through his hair to stroke them back as the two stood outside the ring, near the ring apron and looked down on their two opponents. Daisuke slowly removed his robe and hung it over the steel steps before climbing up top and sitting on the middle rope to open it up for his sister, while Ami hopped up on the apron and entered inside from the space.

Daisuke soon joined his sister as he made his way in the ring as well, the two of them walked to the middle of the ring, side by side as they stared down their Ishii's, both of them who were familiar with their opponents due to past matches.

"Well, well, well....Look what we have here Daisuke, a bunch of has-been's. OH I remember you, it's no wonder only a loser like you could be born in such a LOSER city like this" the supermodel laughed fanatically as she took a jab at Yamato, knowing he was surely the weakest link of them all here.

"So, is that a new look for you Mariko? What, you don't want anyone to recognize you after you two get embarrassed infront of your own crowd, I do hope your family is watching so we can show them what a bunch of failure's you are" Daisuke snapped back at Mariko, he was still sore about that spar she had beaten him when she had arrived during her early career in the AFW.

The gauntlet was thrown by the Takeuchi's, they were trying to rile up and fire the Ishii's into a response.

Seconds after the music cued the arrival of the Ishiis’ foes, the song was almost completely drowned out by boos and jeers from the audience. Not that it entirely surprised either Mariko or Yamato, having seen firsthand just what these two could be like. But it was somewhat amusing nonetheless. It really felt like their entire hometown was right there in their corner to back them up in this fight. The sentimental idea wasn’t entirely accurate in a literal sense, but was appreciated regardless.

When their foes entered the ring and stepped out to the center of the ring, Mariko and Yamato moved right on out to join them. Mariko stood right in front of Daisuke, while Yamato stood before Ami.

“Heh. The only losers here are you guys. This won’t be anything like last time.” Yamato replied to the supermodel with a grin. Despite having beaten in embarrassing fashion by Ami twice, he was confident and eager to turn the tables this time around.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s going to be an issue. You haven’t already forgotten what happened last time you tried to get rough with me, have you?” Her voice was teasing and taunting, matching the grin tugging at her lips.

The ref stepped in to back both teams up, and the Ishiis did just that. Once back in their corner, Yamato gave Mariko a little nudge with his arm. “You've got this. I’ll be right here when you need me.” he said before stepping out onto the apron, where he took his jersey off and set it down. His sister stretched her limbs out a bit, then looked ahead at the Takeuchis’ corner, waiting for the bell to ring and to see who she’d be starting this match off with.

Getting jeered by the crowd was something the Takeuchi siblings were used to by now. Over here, the jeers were especially loud due to it being the Ishii's home town. Still, it didn't faze Daisuke nor Ami as they made their way to the ring. As the two finally made it inside the ring, they made their way to the middle of the ring and soon their opponents accompanied them by meeting them in the middle. Mariko stood in front of Daisuke, while Yamato stood before Ami as the pair began to stare each other down, each having history with one another in some way. The Takeuchi siblings tried to play their mind games, trying to frustrate their opponents early on in the match to throw them off their game even before the match began, however the Ishii's were not going to fall for that trick, seeing how they had a reputation around these parts to protect. They matched the banter well, having a couple of choice words for Daisuke and Ami.

Ami licked her upper lip and then bit her lower as she heard Yamato speak, then laughed at his tough words. "Last time? you mean the last two times....we'll see about that Yammy"she said glaring back at him, unflinching. The supermodel didn't have too much trouble dealing with him during their encounters but she could only presume he would have gone better, as did she, during their past matches.


Daisuke shrugged his shoulders, "Hmph, that was a long time ago. I underestimate you, won't happen again."he said, looking back at her face to face as the tension grew between the two. Daisuke knew how good she was, Mariko was probably the best wrestler between the four of them, Daisuke knew it was important to neutralize her threat and the match was theirs.

The referee stepped between the two teams before things out out of hands and the two teams backed up to their corners respectively, seeing how Mariko was going to start this bout and how eager Daisuke was to avoid her from the start, he looked back towards Ami "She's not so tough, you can take this bitch down. You've beaten tougher opponents" he said tapping her shoulder while looking towards Mariko. Daisuke stepped out onto the ring apron and took his place, while Ami simply nodded and began to stretch her legs out a bit as she was getting ready.

*DING*DING*DING*

The bell rang and the supermodel was ready to go, the blunette darted out of her corner and began to circle around the ropes with her hands by her side, not eager to engage with Mariko straight away as she wanted to get a good feel of her surroundings first.

One thing Mariko had neglected to mention to most, including Yamato, was that despite being the host of tonight’s show, she had only been given partial control in the selection of the matches. But this was one she had specifically put together herself. Mariko hadn’t forgotten how Ami had once forced Yamato to worship her feet after defeating him in a match. The only reason she hadn’t taken that issue up with the supermodel sooner was because Mariko had done something similar to Daisuke. The way she saw it, they were even then and there. But then there had been that little impromptu match at the beach. Yes, Yamato had stayed quiet about that one. But there were lots of cell phones with working cameras at that public beach that day. Fortunately that incident hadn’t gone viral like what the Valkyries had done to him, nor was it nearly as humiliating. But Ami had still gone out of her way to add insult to injury after defeating Yamato twice now. Consequences were not only necessary in Mariko’s mind, but long overdue.

So needless to say she was more than pleased to see Ami would be starting this one out with her, and amused at how willingly Daisuke was to avoid her like the plague. Mariko grinned toward the Takeuchis. And once the bell rang, the crowd wasted no time in clarifying who they were pulling for, as if it wasn’t already obvious enough.

“MA-RI-KO! MA-RI-KO!” the chants repeated over and over. And though normally Mariko would be inclined to give it no attention, today was a special occasion. Her right hand moved up and waved in toward herself a couple times to encourage the fans to keep it going, while stepping out from the corner to start circling Ami. “I can already tell this is going to be lots of fun...” Mariko said with a soft giggle. But behind her grin, the eyes of the Japanese beauty held a certain fire in her gaze.

After a moment, she put her arms up and lunged out toward Ami, attempting to lock up with the supermodel to get the action in this main event match kicked off!

In the wrestling business, a sibling tag team would automatically be seen as a clear rival to another sibling tag team and even though the Takeuchi's were not generally involved in tag team matches, like the Ishii's did in the whole tag team tournament, they still had a sense of pride when they actual did team up. Plus, they wouldn't settle for losing a match against someone they both had issued with. For them, it would be killing two birds with one stone and getting a chance to do that infront of the Ishii's own hometown was just the cherry on the cake.

The supermodel hadn't seen her wrestle much, she had only wrestle'd Yamato and he wasn't too much of a problem for the likes of her. Still, she knew Mariko had beaten Daisuke, so she clearly was the main threat between the two. The Takeuchi's came with a plan, neutralize Mariko and the match was there's. Early on, Ami grinned when she heard the crowd cheering for the obvious fan favourite, seeing Mariko fire them up with that gesture, Ami simply shook her head.

"Oh please, these people won't save you from the beating you get, just as the same way I beat your brother" she grinned. As the bell rang and Mariko put her hands up, the supermodel did the same and lunged in, however it was only a feign! She knew better than to lock up with the purple haired vixen, Ami tried to use the lunge to duck under Mariko's arms and get in behind her, looking to wrap her arms around her opponents waist from behind for a waistlock, as she attempted to push forward towards her brothers corner.

"Hnrrghh!"

Not the wisest thing to say to Mariko. She was already more than eager to put a beating on this supermodel as it was. Yet still Ami wanted to poke the bear. Banter was something Mariko normally was quite fine with. But Ami bragging about how she’d beaten Yamato? That was just asking for a fight, something Mariko was more than happy to oblige with.

She intended to do exactly that as she lunged in to initiate a lockup between them. However, the supermodel instead ducked and slid around, and Mariko quickly found herself with a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. Immediately Ami’s momentum pushed her forward a few steps, and she quickly noticed herself coming dangerously close to being between a pair of Takeuchis with no room for comfort. Not where she wanted to be at all.

“Tch.” she grunted while digging her boots down onto the mat to try to anchor herself in place so Ami couldn’t push her any further. And to try to get the supermodel to let go of her, Mariko threw her right elbow back, aiming to blast the girl right in the face with it!

Firing up Mariko was something the Takeuchi's wanted to do, usually she seemed quite calm and was more the one to taunt and tease others but from what they heard, even she had a point where she could be driven into and therefore make a mistake out of anger or letting her emotions get the better of her. After the initial pleasantries of circling each other around in a wrestler's stance, the supermodel quickly evaded the chance to lock up with the purple haired vixen and instead choice to go behind her for a waistlock.

Ami's arms squeezed around Mariko's waist, she pushed forward and dragged the two of them to her brother's corner where perhaps they could do some double team and weaken her from the get-go. However Mariko was wise to their tactic and was already beginning to counter out of it. Her boots pressed down onto the mats to centre her weight down causing Ami to work and push alot harder, however as Mariko threw a elbow back, it caught the side of Ami's head causing her to wince out in pain and release Mariko, staggering back towards the middle of the ring while rubbing the side of her head.

"Mngh,Ow.....why you"she snarled back at her, glaring at the purple haired wrestler, while stomping her feet on the mat in frustration.

Mariko couldn’t help but grin at Ami’s reaction to receiving an elbow right to the skull. The smug supermodel stomping in frustration was an amusing sight, but not one she intended to spend too much time taking in.

Quickly she stepped back toward Ami, reaching out to grab onto one of her wrists while leaning her body into the girl’s to try to push her back toward one of the set of ropes. If she could get her there, Mariko would then back up and try to whip Ami off into the ropes across the ring, readying herself to attack on the rebound...