Chelsea Loski vs Marikio Ishii

Taking her time to keep her balance rather then rush her attack for the sake of getting some paynack actually payed off as Mariko was inable to move out of the way and took the full force of her body splash, leaving her winded badly. Chelsea added to that by bringing her hands up and driving two quick punches into Marikos gut to follow it up before standing up.

"Trouble breathing? Dont worry it'll be over soon." She said as she moved towards the ropes and began to climb up them, stil being careful not to push herself and fall of. If she got to the top without interference she would jump in the air and attempt to go for her Loski splash finisher.

The cartwheel splash was bad enough, but Mariko then received two punches to her stomach immediately after. Then, similar to what the Japanese beauty had done before, Chelsea threw Mariko’s own taunting words right back at her before heading up the ropes.

With Chelsea standing up on the top turnbuckle, Mariko certainly wasn’t in a good position, and the focused attacks to her midsection had made it harder to breathe. But she wasn’t quite finished yet, and as Chelsea flew through the air, Mariko raised her knees up so that the pretty redhead would come crashing painfully onto them rather than her already softened up midsection!

Her continued attack on Marikos nody had apparenkty oay d off as the girl was still having a hard time breathing and hadnt made much of an effort to get up and fight, which keft her free to climb up and ready herself for her finisher. Soaring through the air as she jumoed she came crashing down for what would surely be the finsishing blow.

If it connected anyway, shortly before impact Mariko got her knees up, making the redhead land directly on her extended knees. "Guuuuugh!" Chelsea moaned as the air left her lungs before she rolled off of Marikos knees, folded up and coughing in pain.

Mariko took several big breaths as she laid there on the mat. She’d just dodged a big bullet by forcing her opponent to crash onto her knees, which had also bought the purple-haired beauty time to recover from the brief assault Chelsea had put her through.

But she couldn’t just give the redhead all day to recover. So she soon pulled herself back up and walked over to her downed foe. Mariko reached down to pick Chelsea up by the hair, before trying to shove it between her thighs. If she could get her there, Mariko would then attempt to hoist Chelsea onto her shoulders in a powerbomb position, before grabbing onto the sides of her skirt and briefly elevating her and slamming her down to the mat in hopes of putting her foe away with a Last Ride!

Chelsea was a wreck on the mat, writhing around in pain from her move backfiring on er like that. She was sure that she had her opponent down and out but Mariko cleary had mire in the tank then she gave her credit fir and it was costing Chelsea dearlty as the purple haired wreslter was the first to recover and get to her feet.

Mariko grabbed Chelsea who was too worn out to protes before placing her head between her thighs and lifting her up. Chelsea steuggled slightky but not enough to budge her opponnets grip as she dropped her down in a last ride. "Huuff!" The redhead moaned as she bounced off the mat beofre layinthere spread out and helpless, her breathing shallow.

Mariko slammed her foe down to the mat with a thunderous impact, and it seemed all but certain Chelsea was a good as defeated. All that was left was to pin her and make it official. So Mariko stood over the redhead with a leg on either side of her, the knelt down and straddled her stomach, pressing her weight down while reaching out to grab and pin down the girl’s wrists. The ref got in position and started the count.

“One...! Two...!”

Chelsea couldn't even attempt to move or turn over or fight her way out once she hit the ground, it felt like all of her strength was sapped out of her on impact. She felt Mariko come on yop of her but even the sense of urgency of this wasnt enough to bring her self to push her off and fight back, and so as the count continued Chelsea just layed there.

"Three!"

The bell rang and Chelsea could hear cheering and the announcer going off but for now she couldnt really bring herself to care for any of it. Later once she had recovered she would be upset about the loss but for now all she could do was rest and wait.

When the bell rang, Mariko lowered her lips right by Chelsea’s ear. “Better luck next time~” she said in a soft, teasing tone. Only then did she release the redhead’s wrists, though she didn’t get off her foe just yet.

Mariko leaned back to sit upright on top of Chelsea’s belly while the ref raised her hand in victory. Her other hand casually rested on her hip while camera flashes briefly filled the arena. After holding that pose for a moment, Mariko finally picked herself up off of Chelsea and exited the ring. She was going to have some bruises on her stomach for sure after the damage her adversary had done to it tonight, but that didn’t stop her from grinning as she sauntered her way back to the locker room.