Chelsea Loski vs Marikio Ishii

Chelsea had no time to think about her actions, just to do them and hope for the best, to think about her actions would give her opponent pr cousin time to heal and she had already given her to much of that when she backed up and so she was quick to attack with her dropkick.

However she had apparently given up to much time as Mariko, fast as she was to the attack, was fast enough to move out of the way making Chelsea collide awkwardly  with the turnbuckle. The worst part came with her falling down and landing awkwardly on the back of her head. Chelsea's Vision went fuzzy as her head bounced of the mat and she laid on the floor confused.

Crisis averted, for the moment at least. Mariko’s quick thinking had saved her already sore torso from a dropkick, and in the process her foe was left dazed and vulnerable on the mat. The redhead had played her cards quite well initially, but now Mariko had something she could work with.

She took a couple big breaths while walking over to Chelsea’s floored body then pulled her back up to her feet only to wrap her arms around the girl’s head, before attempting to roll her forward onto her rear closer to the center of the ring with a snapmare.

The awkward landing had done more then enough to throw Chelsea for a loop as she she struggled to even see straight and she made little effort to resist her opponent living her up of the ground and grabbing her head, and was simply rolled through with the snap are as she landed on her rear end.

Chelsea bobbed forward as she hit the ground her head going between her legs before coming back up, her hands went to the back of her neck where most of the pain from the fall was a she's sat there thinking of what to do next.

Tossing Chelsea down with the snapmare further disoriented the redhead, but it also brought her out to the center of the ring. With her dazed and further away from the ropes, Mariko had Chelsea right where she wanted her.

The Japanese beauty took a seat behind her foe, then threw her legs around Chelsea’s head and neck, attempting to apply a figure four headlock, and would immediately begin to squeeze the girl’s head between her thighs.

Before she could even begin to get back up and in the fight Marijo grabbed her an dent her back down to the floor, wrapping her her legs around her head in a vicious leg lock that cut off her breathing.

Chelsea's legs began kicking out as she started to gag on the lack of air as her necks breathing was restricted. Her hands moved to her openers legs and tried to pry them off and find her foot to losses the hold.

“You gave me quite a little scare there for a moment. But I’ve got you now, my dear~” Mariko said with a chuckle, reaching down to put Chelsea’s head while the girl thrashed around in her clutches. “Comfy?” she asked tauntingly while squeezing her foe’s head and neck between her legs.

But as confident as Mariko was sounding, Chelsea wasn’t making it easy to keep the hold in. Her legs packed a decent amount of strength in them, but it likely wouldn’t be enough to to keep her headscissor locked in for much longer. She held it for as long as she could, but once it seemed like Chelsea was about to break away, Mariko let it go herself, then gave the redhead a shoving kick in the back to push her away while Mariko got back to her feet.

As much as she wanted to Chelsea couldn't even snark back an insult and instead had to grunt and endure the pain of the hold while she searched for the foot To break out with, slowly she could feel herself getting loose and when she did Mariko was going to pay.

However as she got close Mariko just let go and kicked her off, sending her to her side while her opponent got up. Growling Chelsea started to get up herself, ready to knock Mariko's lights out if she could.

The growl didn’t escape Mariko’s notice. It actually drew a small chuckle from her. “What’s the matter? Didn’t like it between my legs?” she teased while moving toward the redhead, who was starting to get back up.

“I bet you did like it. That’s alright. No need to be shy about it~” Truth be told, Mariko wasn’t actually sure Chelsea was into girls. Regardless, she was having fun getting under the girl’s skin. Perhaps a little too much fun. But that didn’t seem to bother her as she reached out to grab onto Chelsea and pull her the rest of the way up, intending maintain the control she’d established over her foe.

Chelsea had done her research, Mariko could be flirtatious and a downright tease but as long as Chelsea didn't give her the time of day she was fine. Though admittedly that was easier said then done as Chelsea was figuring, even knowing this Mariko still made Chelsea uncomfortable with her stupid comment but still the redhead had a plan.

Ash she was brought up to her feet she began talking. "I'm not the biggest fan of having my head between any thing but I am fond of my hands getting here!" She said suddenly as she charged forward and tried to bury a few punches punches into Mariko's belly.

Mariko was having a much harder time than normal getting under her opponent’s skin. She got the feeling she’d managed to annoy Chelsea somewhat, but the girl wasn’t giving much reaction to her prodding and teasing. It was difficult to discern how effective or ineffective it was. But as long as she could continue to outwrestle Chelsea, the mind games wouldn’t be such a big deal.

“Oh, and what wou-- UGH!” Mariko suddenly grunted out as the redhead’s fist repeatedly buried itself into her stomach. The seductress pushed on Chelsea and stumbled back, momentarily distancing them while cradling an arm over her stomach. It seemed pretty clear that Chelsea had found a target she was going to go after as often as possible. That made her strategy a bit more predictable, but also more deadly if Mariko ended up taking too many shots like that.