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

That knee strike caught him off guard and Daisuke was easily whipped across the ring and sent into one corner of the ring, where his back smacked against the turnbuckle and he settled into it. He grabbed both sides of the ring ropes, taking a second breathers as he looked up to watch what his opponent was upto. Immediately, he saw her already in a spring at him, he wanted to pull at the ropes to get out of the way but she was already close enough due to her smart move on taking the spring as soon as he was whipped, there was no time to act.

Mariko raised her right boot and it smacked against his face, *THAWK*, Daisuke was forced to eat her leather boots as she landed in that big boot to further shove him back in the corner, still stunned from these quick strikes

Mariko still fondly remembered getting Daisuke rather familiar with her feet the first time they met. The thought only made the moment more enjoyable as the sole of her booted foot was reunited with the prince’s handsome face with a sickening smack. Though, she highly doubted he’d be as amused by it as Mariko.

Regardless, the kick had done its job and stunned the young man. Hoping to act while he was still loopy, Mariko grabbed onto his head and pulled him out a few feet, only to turn them around and reverse their positions. Now with her back to the corner, she’d wrap one arm over his shoulder while grabbing under his leg with her other hand, then with a grunt she’d suddenly arch back and attempt to flip Daisuke upside down into the corner turnbuckles with an Exploder Suplex!

Mariko was probably the most talented wrestler amongst the three othe wrestlers in the ring right now, the Takeuchi siblings wanted to take her out but they knew it was always going to be a challenge. With Daisuke's face getting smacked with that big boot, the wrestling prince was stunned momentarily as he staggered back towards the corner, Mariko seemed amuse by her tactic perhaps it reminded them of their first encounter, which Daisuke was none to happy about it- especially to reopen old wounds.

With him being a bit dazed, she was able to step in and grab his head to pull him out of the corner, then wrapping one arm around his shoulder and the other under his thigh, with her back turned to the corner- he knew what was coming. Mariko managed to lift Daisuke up and over her, flinging him into the corner as his back slammed against the turnbuckle and he was dumped down into the corner in a stunning exploder suplex!

"Grraaahhh! owww...." he moaned out, clutching his back.

Mariko was not a woman known for her brute strength. If either member of her team had such an asset, it was Yamato. But with proper form and and a groggy enough target, a suplex against an opponent heavier than her was not out of the realm of possibility. But it damn sure made for an exciting moment, evidenced by the unanimous awestruck gasps that filled the arena when she sent Daisuke crashing into the turnbuckles!

Devastating as she was certain that was, however, Mariko wasn’t finished yet. But if she had anything to say about it, Daisuke was about to be. Quickly she got up and dragged him by the wrist toward the middle of the ring to get away from those pesky ropes. Then once she felt they were a safe distance away she pulled the wrestling prince up to a seated position.

From there she’d drop down and throw her legs around Daisuke’s waist from behind to apply a body scissor, while one of her arms snaked around the front of his neck to apply a dragon sleeper! If both worked, her finishing Dragon Clutch hold would be locked in! This was another one Daisuke had experienced before. It was the move she’d made him submit with the first time they squared off, and now she wanted to make him tap out to it again!

It didn't seem like it but Mariko had some strength in her, she was talented enough in the submission department but she showed that she wasn't afraid to slam her opponents down to the mat, if it ever came to that. She was, perhaps, the best wrestler out of the four and she demonstrated that as she was doing quite well against the prince who was struggling to get back in the match. Meanwhile, Ami watched on and bit her lip nervously.

With her brother struck against the turnbuckles, he slumped down against it, feeling quite groggy as he let out a couple of moans. The purple haired beauty grabbed him by the wrist to drag him to the middle of the ring and made sure he was in a seated up position. Daisuke clutched his head and massaged it, shaking his head to try and clear his mind and get back into it. It was then when he felt her smooth yet strong legs wrap around his waist.

"Mngh what the? ACK!" he felt her strong thighs squeeze his waist, his hands quickly went down to her thighs and push at them as he started to wriggle about and when he did, her arm went around his neck as she locked in a dragon sleeper hold as well, pulling his head back towards her and stretched his body, making his muscles stretch out.

"Mmhgghh owwww....*cough*huff*...N-no, not this again mmgh" he moaned out loud as his breath was taken away from him as she had applied her signature dragon clutch submission. His hands went from her legs to her arms now as he tried to pry them off his neck, he had felt this before in their first encounter and yet it seemed even more painful than before.

Daisuke evidently didn’t have very much luck at all when it came to dealing with Mariko. Her first day as a Tension wrestler, she’d made the wrestling prince submit in a spar, briefly turning him into a slave of hers. Fortunately for Daisuke no such stakes were on the line in this bout, but still Mariko had him tightly in her clutches, and knew full well just how much it would hurt his pride to defeat him with this hold once again.

“Pass out or tap out, Daiuke-chan. Time to make a choice~” she said, repeating the same thing she’d said to him when she first locked this hold in on Daisuke over a year ago almost word for word. Meanwhile, her legs constricted against his firm ribcage while her arm squeezed on his neck. Any moment now he’d be tapping out! She just had to keep him in her clutches a little longer...

The wrestling prince was finding it hard to contain Mariko, he found it hard on her debut but he could sense she had grew alot as a wrestler and was even more of a challenge now than she was before. Still, he was grateful that his previous loss was a private and that his mouth and her foot was their secret, however this was not. She had him in his clutches and there wasn't anything he could do except struggle and try to find a way out.

Her smooth legs around his torso and her soft arms around his neck but there was nothing pleasant about the situation as she began to squeeze his body as tight as she could, restricting his breathing- making him moan out in pain from all that constriction. She was right, if he did not tap than he would pass out. His arms slapping down at her thigh before moving up to her arm to try and push it up in hopes to slip out, but chances of that were slim.

Meanwhile, Ami looking onwards with her teeth clenched and ropes grabbed tightly had enough. She quickly ducked down from under the ropes and ran towards Mariko, looking to go for a quick snap kick to the side of her body to try and make her let go- even if it meant having to hear a earful from the referee.

Mariko had him. She knew it. The crowd knew it. And best of all, she knew Daisuke knew it too. Despite his struggles, Mariko had her hold locked in good and tight, and it was keeping the wrestling prince anchored in place. He wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he tapped out and begged for mercy, at least~

However, it seemed Ami wasn’t going to just sit by and let that happen. While Mariko was torturing her brother into submission, the supermodel came into the ring before the younger Ishii even knew what was coming. And that’s when a boot suddenly snapped right up against the side of her ribs!

“Agh!” Mariko cried out, immediately letting go of Daisuke as a sharp jolt of pain surged through her ribs. Cringing, she rolled over and curled up, with one hand moving protectively over the assaulted side while the ref quickly went to inform Ami she was misbehaving.

“Hey! I’m warning you, Takeuchi! You better get back in your corner until you’re tagged in!” she yelled with a stern, commanding voice. Yet at the same time, knowing this was the main event of a special pay-per-view show, the ref was more likely to stick to using stern warnings as opposed to taking actual action if she could help it, lest she be responsible for hundreds of audience members booing and making an ugly scene in the final moments of the show.

The wrestling prince seemed to be going down a similar path as he did in their previous bout, Daisuke was down on his butt, his chiselled frame glistening of sweat from under the ring lights as Mariko had him in her clutches, in the deadly dragon clutch. Her body constricting his, her arms and legs bulging tightly around his muscles as he was struggling to get out of this submission. Hands weakly prying at her arms and thighs as he attempted to counter her finisher.

His moans grew louder and louder, their sweat slicked bodies pressed tight as the crowd erupted in cheers knowing what was about to come, until a certain supermodel stepped in. She quickly rushed in, launched a rash kick to the hometown heroines ribs to make her let go immediately. Daisuke fell down on his side, clutching his neck as he coughed, huffed and puffed, breathing in fresh breaths of air while Ami simply backed up, hands raised as she backed up to her corner and finally listened to the referee as she went out on her apron.

Meanwhile, Daisuke had shifted up on all fours, shaking his head trying to get his head back in the match, the wrestling prince slowly pushed up on his knees as he made his way back up on his feet, without his sister- the match would have been owner much to the frustration of the crowd.

(Rest of match completed in IM)

LARIATO: Mariko continued trying to nurse the spot on her ribs where Ami had just punted the hell out of her, and her lungs worked to try to get her breathing back under control. But every moment she lingered and rested, Daisuke was being given time to do the same. Yamato was still recovering as well in the Ishiis’ corner, so for the moment Mariko was on her own. If Daisuke was able to get to his corner to tag Ami in or call her in for some more assistance, that would be troubling for certain, though there wasn’t much that could be done about it now. At the very least, she could get off the ground so she wouldn’t be as much of a sitting duck. So, slowly, Mariko crawled over to the nearest ropes, wanting to use them to pick herself back up to her feet if she could.

Teenwrestler: With the wrestling prince almost being taken out, her sister intervened just in time to take Mariko out. The wrestling prince slowly began to crawl towards Ami, who had taken her position on the ring upon for a tag. Daisuke was rest assured that Mariko wasn't going to interfere  because she was already taken care of. Daisuke crept closer and closer before suddenly leaping up and tagging his sister in, Daisuke rolled out of the ring as he wanted to catch his breath after being taken out almost. Ami entered the ring straight away, this time as the legal woman. The supermodel began to launch a vicious attack on the purple haired wrestler while she had crawled to the ropes, Ami grabbed the top ropes where Mariko was, begining to unload stomps down on her chest and shoulders to really keep her down and tire her out. "Mmgghhh take this you BITCH! How dare you lay your hands on Nii-san!"

LARIATO: Just when Mariko was almost to the ropes, she noticed a shadow being cast over her and heard the approaching footsteps. She turned onto her back just in time to see Ami’s boot rapidly descending toward her! “Gah!” she gasped as the supermodel’s foot crashed down onto her chest. Immediately she put her arms up over her to shield her as best they could from the onslaught of stomps that followed. It wasn’t a perfect defense by any means, and a handful of times Ami’s boot slipped past the arms and stomped onto Mariko’s chest or shoulders. Each stomp, whether it found the intended target or Mariko’s arms, drew a fresh grunt of pain from the violet haired beauty, who had little choice for now but to endure the pain and humiliation of this bratty supermodel trampling her.

Teenwrestler: The supermodel simply unloaded on her opponent as she rained down her boots onto her chest, neck and shoulders. When Mariko began to cover up, the referee intervened and told Ami off as Mariko was at the ropes and even the supermodel had the ropes for leverage. Ami didn't listen to him, instead she bent down and grabbed Mariko by the hair, dragging her to the middle of the ring before yanking on her hair to pull her up on her feet. " Get up you vixen" she hissed as she looked to wrap her arms around Mariko's head, looking to pull her head down against the side of her breast and squeeze her in a headlock " How do YOU like it HUH?" she said in angry tone as the two beauties circled around the ring, with the supermodel squeezing tightly around Mariko's head.

LARIATO: Thank god the ref was quick to act after noticing Ami was holding onto the ropes during her assault. Too many more of these kicks and Mariko would’ve had a hard time defending against them at all! Even as Ami did finally stop stomping away at her, Mariko felt like the room was slowly spinning around her. Somewhat dazed, she offered little resistance as Ami dragged her out to the middle of the ring by her hair. She squinted in pain and weakly pawed at the supermodel’s wrists, nothing that had much chance of slowing her down any. Then she was not-so-gently “helped” to her feet, only for Ami to sling an arm around Mariko’s head and neck to apply an excruciatingly tight headlock! “Ngh!” she grunted while cringing in pain as her head was pressed right up against Ami’s breast. More than a few in the audience would’ve traded all the money in their wallets to trade places with her, but Mariko wasn’t exactly enjoying this. Moving her hands over the arm pressing against her throat, she attempted to push it away so she could breathe again. But as drained as she already was, there was a good chance such a task would require more strength than she could muster right now!

Teenwrestler: Even with the referee yelling at her to lay off, the supermodel wasn't going to let her go that easy. After stomping down on her to get her a bit dazed, it was easier for Ami to pull on Mariko and drag her to the middle of the ring before pulling her up on her feet. She yelled at Mariko when she pulled at her and then locked in a tight headlock, her body pressing into her side, her breast against her cheek as she squeezed her head. The supermodels hip bucked into Mariko " You bitch, Im going to make you pay for what you did to Nii-san" she hissed at the purple haired wrestler. Ami knew this wasn't enough to put away someone like Mariko, after weakening her in the headlock, Ami quickly released her submission move and spun around behind her, looking to wrap her arms around Mariko's waist and squeeze tight, before trying to lift her up off her feet and over her, as she looked to execute a german suplex! "Hyyyrraahhhh"

LARIATO: Mariko continued to grunt and strain against the intense pressure being applied to her head and neck by Ami’s slender but firm arm. The model was hardly a freak of nature as far as her muscles and brute strength went. But then again, neither was Mariko. And the placement Ami had with her headlock made it very difficult to disrupt. Mariko was being choked so tightly she couldn’t even retort the girl’s words to her. But fortunately Ami abandoned the hold, and immediately Mariko let out a heavy gasp as her lungs frantically tried to refill with air. But in that same instant, Ami had shifted behind and grabbed Mariko around the waist! Sensing the immediate danger, the younger Ishii attempted to reach out and move toward the ropes ahead to prevent the suplex. But they were too far away. Before she could get anywhere near close enough to grab on, her feet left the mat and her body flew threw the air, only to crash down violently onto the mat. “AGH!” Mariko cried out as her body sprawled itself out. Only moments ago she seemed to have the match as good as won, but suddenly things were starting to look very bad for the Ishiis!

Teenwrestler: The supermodel had done quite well for herself in the match, the crowd was really starting to appreciate her as a wrestler and she was trying her best to win this for the Takeuchi siblings. Doing well against both Mariko and Yamato was certainly helping her cause. After torturing Mariko in her simple, yet effective headlock- the supermodel released her position to try and go for something bigger. After locking in a waistlock and giving her opponent a bit of a squeeze, Ami grunted out loudly and heaved, lifting Mariko up off her feet and over the supermode, sending her down n her back in a thunderous german suplex. *THUD* After slamming her down, the supermodel took a few seconds to catch her breath, panting a bit before crawling on her knees towards the downed Mariko, hooking her leg up high and pressing her chest down onto her opponents chest as she got her on a pinning predicament, the referee girl quickly got down on her belly and began her count " ONE.......TWO....."

LARIATO: Mariko groaned as she laid there on the mat. Her head, along with the rest of her upper body were aching terribly after Ami’s intense assault, capped off with a picture perfect German Suplex. The one good thing to come out of it was the fact that Ami also needed a moment to rest. Mariko took in several deep breaths before Ami finally crawled over her. The supermodel’s chest pressing down over her own drew a very soft and faint moan from Mariko’s lips while her leg was hooked. Then the ref counted, and by the two count there had still been no movement from Mariko! But finally, just before the three count could be made, she grunted while jolting an arm up barely enough to roll a shoulder off the mat! “Not…happening, bitch…” she grunted between panting breaths.

Teenwrestler: Ami pulled off all the stops as she nailed that german suplex, usually the supermodel wouldn't resort to such power moves but these days, she had been training harder and harder to add new tricks up her sleeves. Although she pulled it off, she did feel some effects on her own back as well, she slowly made her way to Mariko after catching her own breath before hooking up her leg and pinning her. The supermodels modest chest sank into Mariko as she looked down on her opponents pretty face, Ami was ready to celebrate, to run the victory in Mariko's face as she would have lost in her own home town until " Thr- WHAAAAA?" Ami yelled out as she turned to the referee " THAT WAS A SLOW COUNT!" she argued with the referee for a moment before turning back to Mariko " What did you say, bitch?" she barked back at Mariko, grabbing her by the hair once more, pulling her up on her feet as the supermodel rose as well.

LARIATO: The crowd practically exploded as Mariko narrowly managed to kick out, keeping the home town team alive in this match! That didn’t magically do away with the pain or fatigue wearing on either Ishii, but it bought them time. With a proper opening, Mariko just might be able to turn the tables again. And fortunately for her, that chance came sooner rather than later. Clearly not pleased with how Mariko had addressed her, the irate supermodel once again grabbed onto her purple locks to guide her up to her feet. But once she was up to a knee, Mariko fired a punch off at Ami’s stomach to try to briefly stun her. Then she’d coil her hands around the back of the model’s neck while moving her own head just under her foe’s, before dropping down in an attempt to hit Ami with a surprise jawbreaker!

Teenwrestler: Ami's expression of discontent were nearly drowned by the crowd cheers as she tried to argue with the referee, the crowd were really behind their hometown heroine and perhaps that was helping Mariko kick out and fight back despite all the pain. Ami was far from done, she grabbed her by the hair once more to pull her on her feet " THIS? this is what your stupid little town has to offer? HAH!" she mocked Ueno, ready to finish off Mariko. " Now then le-OOUFFF" suddenly her breath left her mouth right away after Mariko fired a hard punch to Ami's flat stomach! driving the wind out of the supermodel just as she raised Mariko up to a knee. The purple haired wrestler then pushed up, wrapped her arm around her neck while moving her head under hers, dropping down on her butt to hit Ami with a jawbreaker! "OOOUUFFF Ow,Ow,Ow" she moaned flipping off her head and dropping down on her butt, she then rolled over onto her side, clutching her jaw and kicking the mats in pain.

LARIATO: Mariko remained on her knee for a moment after taking Ami down with the jawbreaker. She panted, trying to catch her breath again, a task which became much easier now that no one was stomping or throwing her around. But, as helpful as the jawbreaker had been, it almost certainly wasn’t going to keep Ami down for long. As much as she disliked the girl, Mariko still knew the model was a tough bitch. Taking her down was going to take more than that. So Mariko slowly picked herself up and moved back to lean against one of the corners, then patiently waited for Ami to get back up. Once she did Mariko would rush right at her while throwing her arm out, attempting to blast the model in the head with a lariat!

Teenwrestler: Ami's world was rocked, she never expected Mariko to counter like that after she was just nailed with a german suplex and almost pinned. After that jawbreaker left the supermodel stunned, she was down on her side, shaking her head and massaging her jaw, trying to figure out what just happened. " Owwwiee...that..hurt" she moaned in a girlish tone. She slowly pushed up on a seated up position, slowly  making her way back up on her feet. Unaware of her surroundings, she had no idea what was waiting for her. As soon as she got back up on her feet and turned around to face Mariko, she was greeted by a rushing Mariko who lunged in at the bluenette and smacked her head with a lariat, taking her down on her back straight away! *THUD*

LARIATO: Mariko didn't have the brute strength her brother did. So naturally, she couldn't throw lariats quite as good as his. Still, the impact her arm had just made with Ami had some serious heat to it. Enough that even Mariko's arm was hurting a bit after it. Not to mention mustering the energy for that sudden charge at this point hadn't been easy. Once Ami went down, Mariko briefly went to a knee and clutched at her arm. After taking a few heavy breaths, and made her way back over to Ami. "It's been fun, but I think it's about time to show you who the boss is in this town," Mariko said before reaching down to grab Ami by the hair, and would then start guiding her up, ready to go for the kill...

Teenwrestler: The supermodel wasn't the most heaviest of opponents around, therefore Mariko didn't have much trouble in taking Ami down on her back, even though Mariko wasn't renown for her strength. The supermodel clutched her head, shaking it and rubbing it to get her bearings back. Mariko was hurt as well, thankfully so, giving Ami those vital seconds to recover as well. "Mngh y-you bitch, this...OWWW! Let go of the hair" Ami shrieked as she was pulled up by her silky blue hair. Ami had recovered a bit, Mariko took her time pulling her up and the supermodel was.....ready! As soon as she was brought up to her feet, Ami slapped at Mariko's wrists and pushed off her, looking to step back a bit " HYYAHH!" she yelled, suddenly stepping back in to unleash her finisher, her long leg stretched towards Mariko, as she looked to nail her heel against Mariko's chin to execute her supermodels kiss- minus the kiss due to the surprise element!

LARIATO: Mariko felt confident she had Ami right where she wanted her. Though she’d taken some recoil damage in the process, her lariat had floored the supermodel well enough, and she now felt it was time to put the finishing touches on this and send the crowd home happy. However, Ami wasn’t quite so ready to let that happen. And as she dragged her opponent up, Mariko’s hands were slapped away and she was pushed back. “What’s the matter? Still not ready to—“ BAM! Ami’s foot crashed right against Mariko’s chin! The sound of the impact loudly echoed through the arena as her head snapped back, and Mariko collapsed right onto her back like a sack of bricks! The superkick really had come out of nowhere, and now Mariko looked completely out of it!

Teenwrestler: The supermodel was going to bait the hometown heroine, Ami was in pain but not totally helpless as he was acting. As Mariko pulled the supermodel up on her feet, she quickly pushed out of Mariko's grip and then stepped back in, landing her heel against Mariko's chin to take her down with her finisher. Out of the blue, Mariko's world was rocked and the crowd was left stunned in silence, watching Uneo's own Mariko go down on her back, looking completely down and out. Ami chuckled in a weak voice, her body sweating as she panted and dropped down on her knees next to the fallen Mariko. She hooked her leg up once more, her back pressing down on the purple haired wrestlers shoulders and chest to keep her pinned down, as the referee began the count "One......two....."  she said, while Ami licked her lips "Its over....."

LARIATO: A stunned gasp had burst from the lips of most in the crowd, the large majority of whom were now on their feet in disbelief. Quickly the place went silent as they watched to see if this was really the end for their hometown heroes, and it seemed that it would be. There was no movement from Mariko as Ami covered her and hooked her leg while the ref counted. It was clear as day that Mariko wasn’t going to kick out…..But, while Mariko and Ami had been going at it, her older brother had been recovering on the apron. And what seemingly no one had noticed was Yamato rolling in under the bottom rope just as Ami was starting to go for the pin. And right before the count could reach three, he dove at the supermodel and shoved her off his sister! The crowd burst into thunderous cheers as the match was once again kept alive!

Teenwrestler: The crowd jeered and groan as they watched Mariko go down on her back, she wasn't moving much and they feared the worst that she was knocked out and was going to get pinned. Ami knew it was over, all she had to do was pin her opponent and take the win for herself and Daisuke. As the referee was going to slap her palm on the ring mats for the third and final time, the supermodel felt someone barge into her, knocking her off Mariko. "OOOWWWW!!" she yelled as she shoved off the purple haired wrestler, her own body stuck hard from that sudden dive by Yamato. Ami grunted in pain, rolling over onto her side as she slowly pushed up on her knees "What the hell referee! DQ HIM"she yelled at her, as she rose up on her feet, having certain of the victory- the raged stricken supermodel was now was on the referee's face.

LARIATO: While Ami was recovering and complaining to the ref, Yamato was kneeling by Mariko’s side, trying to shake her out of the daze she’d been kicked into. “Come on, sis! Snap out of it!” he said, only to get a low groan in response from his sister while she slowly stirred. Knowing he had to buy some time for Mariko to recover, Yamato looked over to the supermodel, who was now getting to her feet. The ref, while intent on making sure Yamato wasn’t going to be in the ring for long, made a point of reminding Ami she’d done the same thing only moments ago. But while they were sorting out that mess Yamato quickly took the opening before him. Hurrying behind Ami, Yamato would wrap his arms around her waist and attempt to hoist her up and over for a German Suplex!

Teenwrestler: Ami recovered and quickly started to argue with the referee, momentarily forgetting about Mariko and her brother. She didn't think these goody two-shoes were actually going to break up the pin like that OR do a double team on her, but since the Takeuchi team did so earlier, the Ishii's simply repaid them the favour. The supermodel finally stopped arguing with the referee, pushing her aside to continue attacking Mariko, when she felt her waist being grabbed by a pair of strong arms " Huh? w-what the? Let me go-AHHHHHHHHHHHH" she yelled as she was picked up and slammed back down on her back in a perfectly executed German suplex, her head bounced off the ring mats as she rolled over onto her side, clutching the back of her head and moaning in pain, Daisuke saw that and wanted to intervene but there referee stopped him, warning him that an interference could get him a DQ before turning her attention to Yamato, telling him the same thing.

LARIATO: Suplexing Ami gave Yamato a certain sense of satisfaction. No, he wasn’t some sadistic asshole who just loved beating up on pretty women. But after his other encounters with the supermodel had gone the way they had, he couldn’t help but but feel there was some sort of justice to it. But unfortunately he didn’t have time to dwell on the matter. Mariko was still unscrambling her brain, and Yamato had pushed his luck about as far as he could in helping her. When the ref warned him, Yamato put his hands up and started backing away. “Alright, alright, I’m going,” he said, before looking over to his sister while he went. “Hang in there, Mariko! You’ve got this!” he called to her, then cautiously looked toward Daisuke while slipping back through the ropes to stand on the apron. Meanwhile, Mariko slowly crawled toward the ropes and tried to use them to pull herself back up to her feet.

Teenwrestler: Daisuke was fuming now, he was finally on the receiving end of how it feels to watch your team in a two on one situation while you are held back. It was really frustrating but he couldn't force to argue too much or make his way past the referee and risk a DQ. The prince calmed down and finally backed up to the ring apron, where he took a deep breath and tried to control his anger. The referee warned Yamato as well and the older Ishii backed up, pleading his innocence a bit before finally going over to his corner. Ami's back was really in pain but Mariko wasn't doing too well either, both ladies down on their backs. The purple haired beauty made her way to the ropes, pulling her self up on her feet while the bluenette was still down and out on her back, that german suplex really did a number on the supermodel who simply moaned out loud and shifted to her side, clutching her back.

LARIATO: Slowly but surely, Mariko pulled herself back up to her feet. With each shift up, a strained groan forced its way out of her lips. And once she was finally up, the violet haired beauty leaned back against the ropes, panting as she stood. Despite her exhaustion, however, an opening was right there before her. Ami was down and hurting, with nothing to stop Mariko from going after her. The crowd saw it too, and once again they started to cheer loudly and ferociously, willing their hometown hero on! Pushing herself from the ropes, Mariko slowly strode over to her downed for and reached down for her hair, and would start to pull her back up. Not all the way, this time. She certainly had no interest in being caught with another one of those nasty super kicks. But once Ami was about up to her knees, Mariko would shove the girl’s head between her thighs. Once again, she was going to try to put the supermodel away. But first she wanted to squeeze Ami’s head between her sexy legs with a standing headscissor, just buying herself time to catch a few more much needed breaths before she took what could very well be the final steps in the road to victory!

Teenwrestler: A few groans escaped the supermodels lips as she was still down on her back, gradually she pushed up to a seated up position yet still was massaging he sore back. Ami then felt her hair being yanked upwards, " AIYEEE let go of my hair you...mngghh oww bitch" she shrieked as she began to slap at her opponents wrists as he was risen back up on her feet. Once pulled up to her knees, Mariko shoved Ami's head in between her thighs as she locked in a standing headscissors. Ami's head was being squeezed in tight, she began to slap at Mariko's thighs as she wriggled about, trying to pull out. It seemed like a standard standing headscissors but it could be a set up for something much worse, which is why the supermodel tried her best to escape out of it!

LARIATO: Ami struggling once she was between Mariko’s legs was hardly a surprise. Anyone familiar with the purple haired vixen knew that was a dangerous place to be. But despite the supermodel’s efforts, Mariko held her thighs firmly against the girl’s head to keep her in position, and threw a few punches down onto Ami’s back to try to stifle those struggles a bit. “Don’t worry. It’s almost over,” Mariko said, then leaning down to wrap her arms around her foe’s waist. From there she’d try to hoist Ami up onto her shoulders, with the model’s legs on either side of her head and her crotch right in Mariko’s face. Had this been under different circumstances, particularly a situation in which she didn’t dislike Ami so much, Mariko might’ve taken a brief moment here to tease and stimulate her foe a bit. But instead, she’d just grab onto Ami’s tights and hoist her up as high as she could for a brief second, then pull down in an attempt to slam the devious supermodel down onto the mat with a Last Ride!

Teenwrestler: The supermodels struggles intensified once she had a good idea of what was coming next, however those struggles were dealt with by ease when Mariko threw a couple of punches to Ami's back and side to keep her there. Ami then felt her opponents arms wrap around her own slender waist before she was pulled up on Mariko's shoulders. "Whoaaa no no no, put me down!" she yelled, holding onto Mariko as she looked around left and right. Ami's crotch was pressed up against Mariko's chin, not that she would be complaining at all! Ami's tights were grabbed and pulled up as she was lifted off Mariko's shoulder and slammed back down on the mat as she executed the last ride powerbomb. *THUD*  "OOOWWWWWWWWW" she yelled out loud in pain, her back really slammed against the mats as her breath was taken away from that huge impact.

LARIATO: The only thing as loud and explosive as Ami’s impact with the mat was the roar of the crowd immediately after! Yamato was right with them, and pointed to the downed supermodel. “THAT’S IT MARIKO! PIN HER!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. And Mariko immediately moved to stand over Ami’s form with a foot by either side of her, before lowering herself to sit on the girl’s stomach while reaching out to grab her wrists and pin them down by her head. Still panting from the fatigue of this hard fought battle, Mariko lowered her lips right by Ami’s ear and softly whispered into it, “You’re finished, bitch…” Meanwhile, the ref knelt down beside Ami and began to count the pin! “ONE…!”

Teenwrestler: The last ride was the final thing the supermodel could take, she was completely out of it. Her body was twitching and she was barely conscious after that slam. Still, she could hear someone tell Mariko to pin Ami but there was nothing she could do, she could not muster the strength to roll out of the way or even barely move. She felt the presence of Mariko as she stood over her, lowering herself onto Ami's belly and then grabbing her wrists to pin them over her head. "Damnit " Daisuke growled, knowing this would be over soon, unless! " TWO" the referee counted, the wrestling prince saw this as an opportunity and entered the ring, running towards Mariko and looking to break by the pin by smacking his boot to the side of her head "ARGH NO WAY" he yelled.

LARIATO: Mariko had it. She knew it. After driving Ami down with such a thunderous impact, there was no way she’d be kicking out of this pin. But when she was less than a second away from getting the final count and claiming the victory in front of her town, that chance was ripped right out from under her when a boot suddenly crashed against the side of her head! “Gah!” Mariko cried out as the impact knocked her right off of Ami! She writhed about, cringing and holding her hands over her aching head. Once again she was stalled right when it seemed she was about to cross the finish line! These two were proving quite difficult to put away, and now Mariko was hurting once again. But unfortunately for Daisuke, while Mariko was hardly in a position to retaliate, the same couldn’t be said for Yamato. The older Ishii immediately came in through the ropes and darted toward the wrestling prince at full speed, then turned himself into a human projectile by hurling himself through the air at Daisuke! This signature move of his, the Banzai Charge, was likely going to hurt Yamato some whether it hit or not, but right now all he cared about was blasting into Daisuke like a missile to pay him back for attacking Mariko like that!

Teenwrestler: Just as the match was about to end, Daisuke stepped in to intervene and stop the count just in time. Now it wa time for some Takeuchi double team and then Ami would be able to finish Mariko off, infront of their own home crowd. Daisuke began to grab at Mariko and pull her up, however, unlike before- Yamato was smart to rush in and not even look at the referee. Yamato leaped up in the air and collided with Daisuke as he took the prince down "OOWWWWW Y-you bastard!" he growled as he went down with Yamato, rolling out of the ring and wrapping his arms around his waist in pain. Daisuke was out of the ring and Ami was still down, the whole ring was chaos at the moment yet the crowd still roared, cheering for their hometown heroes!

LARIATO: BOOM! Yamato crashed into Daisuke, and down went the wrestling prince! By now Mariko was slowly starting to pick herself up, and Yamato hurried over to Ami. The key to beating these guys was going to have to be teamwork. And since Mariko was too fatigued to hurry to the corner for a tag or launch a high impact offensive of her own, that meant Yamato was going to have to lend a helping hand while he still had a few seconds before the ref would be getting in his face. Fortunately Mariko seemed to be thinking on the same page, nodding to her brother once she saw where he was. She made her way over to Ami, and with her brother’s help pulled her up to her feet. “Go!” Mariko said, and Yamato took off running into the ropes, while she grabbed Ami by the head and attempted to flip her forward onto her sexy rear with a snapmare. Right as that happened, Yamato would be rebounding off the ropes and drop down while throwing his arm out, aiming to drill Amy with a brutal Sliding Lariat! If the Ishii Combo landed, then Mariko and Yamato knew they’d finally have this thing in the bag!

Teenwrestler: Daisuke was taken care of, now all whats else of the Takeuchi's was the bluenette. Ami was in bad shape, exhausted and drenched in sweat, the supermodel was in no shape to fight back. Yamato was the last man standing and he did the smart thing by helping his sister up to her feet first and made sure she was okay. Both Ishii's pulled Ami up on her feet, who was still groggy and her knees where shaking. First, Mariko wrapped her arm around her head and quickly flipped her over, making her slam down on her ass right in the middle of the ring " OUF!" she cried out as she massaged her tailbone, still too tired to do anything. Before she knew it, it was lights out! *THAWK* " AACCCKKK!!!" she yelled as Yamato's arm smacked against her neck in a sliding lariat! Ami fell flat on her back, arms and legs spread as  she seemed totally out!

LARIATO: The crowd groaned, cringed and cheered all at once when Yamato knocked Ami into next week with his lariat! Since he wasn’t the legal man in the match he quickly backed off just as the ref was about to force him to go anyway. But the damage was done, and now there was only one thing left. Mariko quickly moved to straddle Ami’s chest in a high and tight schoolgirl pin, framing the model’s pretty face between her smooth thighs while grabbing her wrists and pinning them down. As she did, the ref once again began to count the pin! “ONE! TWO…!”

Teenwrestler: The Ishii's put on a hell of a show as they showed their tag team chemistry on that last move. After putting Ami out on her back, Yamato simply backed up and out of the ring, leaving Mariko wide open to pin her opponent. The purple haired vixen moved to Straddle Ami's chest and hook her up in a tight schoolgirl pin. Ami's face was pressed between Marikos thighs, squishing her pretty face. Her arms were pinned down and she only squirmed about weakly. " THREE!"  *DING*DING*DING*. The bell rand and the Ishii's had officially defeated the Takeuchi's in tonights main event!

LARIATO: As much as Mariko would’ve loved to rub things in and humiliate Ami, she simply didn’t have the energy to do so after all she’d gone through tonight. When the three count came and the bell rang, she immediately rolled off of Ami and laid sprawled out on her back, panting, but smiling. Yamato came into the ring and hurried over to her, kneeling by his sister’s side. “We did it!” he said with a bright smile. “Yeah… We did…” Mariko replied between breaths, though at the moment she was still too winded to say any more. Yamato carefully helped Mariko to her feet while the crowd cheered on the hometown victors. Once she was up, the violet haired beauty paused to look around. No, this wasn’t the biggest venue AFW had held a show in. But to be performing in a main event match in front of her hometown…it had only been a dream before. But now it was a dream come true. Normally not one to get too emotional, Mariko couldn’t help but tear up just a bit at the sight. Yamato briefly cast a glance over to their foes, just to make sure the Takeuchis weren’t intent on spoiling their celebration. But as soon as he knew they weren’t going to be an issue, he’d get right back to celebrating with his sister.

Teenwrestler: Ami was beaten, the match was over and the Ishii's were really relieved that they managed to over come the odds and beat their sibling tag rivals. Ami groaned out in pain, as she began to roll away from her opponents, she went near the ring ropes where Daisuke had gotten up on his feet, he extended his arms and grabbed her shoulder gently, helping her out of the ring. "Hey- you okay? Hrmngh, lets get out of here" he said as he helped his sister all the way out of the ring, the two began to walk back towards the ramp that lead to backstage. He looked back one more time, glaring at the two who were celebrating in the ring. The two then walked by towards the curtain and disappeared from the Uneo arena, leaving the hometown heroes to celebrate in peace!

LARIATO: Yamato stared Daisuke down when he saw the wrestling prince glaring his way. When Mariko noticed, she grinned slightly and winked toward the exiting duo. But once they were gone, the Ishiis were left with their hometown crowd, who were still cheering and chanting for them. “Hey, Yamato-kun. Go ahead and get it,” Mariko said to her brother, who nodded and quickly exited the ring to go to the announce table, where he grabbed large, rolled up piece of black cloth and a microphone before coming back into the ring. He held up the mic, and began talking to the crowd.

“IT FEELS GREAT TO BE BACK HOME!” he said, and the crowd immediately burst into a fresh roar of thunderous cheers. “It sound like you all had fun tonight, and it’s been a thrill coming out here to compete. But, this show wouldn’t have happened without a lot of hard work from a certain someone, and I couldn’t be more proud of her for it. And I’m sure she’d like to talk to you guys too, so without further ado, I’ll turn things over to my sister. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! MARIKO ISHII!” he said, before turning the mic over to her while the fans began to cheer and applaud. Mariko started to raise the mic to her lips, but paused when a chant of her name began to ring out through the arena.

“MA-RI-KO! MA-RI-KO!” it echoed and repeated over and over, and she felt her grip on the mic tighten while more tears gathered in her eyes. As far as she knew, there might never be another moment in her career as special as this, and that was fine. Trying to stay focused, she quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand before finally speaking.

“Ueno, arigato gozaimasu!” she said, then bowed while the fans applauded. Then she stood up straight again and continued. “I’ve never been much of a public speaker, so I’ll keep this brief. As Yamato said, putting this all together wasn’t easy. But it was fully worth all the effort it took. I’m glad we were able to bring AFW to Ueno, and I hope we get a chance to do this again someday.” Again she paused as more cheers rang out, which quickly evolved into a repeating chant of “A-F-W! A-F-W!”

Once their voices died down, Mariko continued again. “And, I’m not sure where things will go from here for Yamato-kun and I. But, until now a lot of people haven’t been sure what to call us. ‘The Ishiis,’ the ‘Ishii Siblings...’ To this point we’ve been viewed only as brother and sister. But we’re not just family. We’re a team. We’re our own army, and a force to be reckoned with!” As she spoke, Yamato grabbed onto one corner of the black cloth in his hand, and Mariko reached over to grab the opposite end.

“That’s why from now on, the two of us will be known as Ishii-gun!” She and Yamato each pulled on their end of the cloth, unrolling and unveiling a banner with the Japanese characters for “Ishii-gun” in white on the middle of it! Mariko and Yamato each threw their free hand into the air and held their banner proudly while the crowd cheered and applauded.



Once more Mariko moved the microphone in front of her lips. “We’ll keep on blazing a path for ourselves through Tension, and it’s going to be a wild ride. So stay tuned to see where things go from here,” Mariko said, grinning and winking toward the camera. And with that she dropped the mic and her music again began to play. She and Yamato turned around in a full circle, letting everyone get a look at Ishii-gun’s new banner, before moving over to the ropes and exiting the ring. The two then ascended back up the entranceway, high fiving every fan in sight along the way until they were in front of the curtain again. With one final wave, the hometown heroes bid the fans in Ueno before disappearing backstage, ready to go home and celebrate their big victory.

Winners via pinfall: Mariko and Yamato Ishii