SD III: Mariko Ishii vs. Ninjette

A collective, thunderous shout rang out all through the arena when Mariko brought Kozue's head down over her knee. Then Mariko slammed a hand on the ground and jolted up to her feet and let out an adrenaline-fueled shout of her own, and panted while looking toward Kozue's upside-down body.

This had been the longest match of Mariko's career thus far, and quite possibly the most grueling too. But now she had what seemed like a perfect opportunity to bring this to an end.

Wanting to do just that, Mariko moved toward her dazed and wounded foe, wrapping her arms around the girl's waist. From there she dragged Kozue off of the turnbuckles and held her upside down while taking careful steps back toward the center of the ring. Then, she dropped right to her knees and tried to spike the ninja on her head with a Tombstone Piledriver!

Somewhere, far off, someone was yelling. A lot of someones were yelling, but one in particular was louder that the rest, screaming at the top of her lungs with the howl of a banshee. It was a harsh, terrible sound, full of fury, and somehow Kozue just knew it what it meant: the match was coming to a close.

She didn't struggle, she couldn't, as Mariko plucked her off the turnbuckle and held her upside down. Even though it was all too obvious what was about to happen, she might as well have been watching a movie. All she could do was watch the events unfold, utterly incapable of doing a single thing to alter them.

Mariko went up, Mariko came down, and Kozue’s head took the full impact. The blow didn't stop at her skull, either, but went all the way through her body, cascading from top to bottom like an electric shock. For a moment, Kozue’s world went white. She saw nothing. She heard nothing. She felt nothing.

When she came to once more, she was laying on the canvas with Mariko above, hovering over like an angel from hell. The two of them had one of - no, the best match of Kozue's career, and it fell on her to put a period on. Only one thing left to do.

”See... see you in a couple minutes.”

Kozue closed her eyes and waited for the warmth.

Chances were some people would see the tombstone as a bit excessive. Maybe it was. Many women certainly would've been finished after the Take Five, and it was possible Kozue would have been too. But against an opponent as wild and unpredictable as this one, that was a risk Mariko wasn't willing to take, especially considering how tired and battered she was from this grueling match.

She spiked Kozue down on her head, let the rest of the girl's body fall, and for a moment rested on her knees. Heavy, panting breaths came by the second. When she heard Kozue's voice softly speaking to her, she looked down at her foe, finally ready to bring this war to an end. Well, almost ready. Mariko lowered her head down slowly and brought her lips to Kozue's for a brief, gentle kiss.

"Oyasumi."

And with that Mariko crawled forward. She placed her shins over the ninja's arms to pin them down, then sat her first place rear right down onto Kozue's beautiful face. In the heat of it all, she'd almost forgotten all of this had started with a silly internet poll answered by a handful of fans. Nonetheless, Mariko was about to prove to the world that she deserved to be at the top of that list. And once she had settled nice and comfortably on top of Kozue's face, her hands moved to the girl's breasts and began to gently fondle them.

She wanted to make sure Kozue enjoyed her last few moments of consciousness as much as she could.

Down came the ass, and here came the darkness, as Mariko’s ass - round, firm, supple, perfect - came down on her face. For a woman who was about to be sat on until she went to sleep, there was an odd smile on her face, as if she’d won without Mariko knowing it. Maybe she had. Even though she was obviously going to lose, she was still the envy of every man - and more than a few women - in attendance. She’d just had a bang-up match, one that would fill her highlight reels for years to come, and it was ending with the best ass in Tension sitting on her face.

How could get it any better? How was that a loss?

So she didn’t fight. Not that she could’ve done much, anyway. She welcomed the ass as it spread over and enveloped in a hot, sweaty heaven, giving her the best way to be smothered in unconsciousness known to man. To make it even better, Mariko’s skillful hands played with her breasts cupped them, tweaked them, fondled them - hopefully a preview of what was about to come.

She moaned at the touch and writhed, not bothering to hide the arousal that any thinking individual could see. Her muffled cries of passion were strong at first, reverberating through Mariko’s body, but they grew weaker by the second, fading and faltering, until only silence remained.

Her body relaxed. Her breathing stilled. Her chest sagged. The referee saw the signs and waved for the bell, making it official.

She was out. It was over. There were no longer any doubts: Mariko had the best ass in Tension.

Mariko let out a soft, blissful exhale when Kozue moaned into her rear. The ninja's muffled voice vibrating against her felt simply sublime, as did the beautiful features pressed against her. She watched the body beneath her lightly squirm at her touch for a few moments, before it finally went still, and the bell rang to make Mariko's victory official.

A heavy sigh of relief left Mariko's lips, and she was just about to dismount Kozue's face when her finger touched something under the woman's bra that caught her attention. It was a tiny slip of paper folded into a small square. Subtly as she could, Mariko pulled it out of Kozue's bra and unfolded it in her hand, then took a quick glance down, and was surprised to find an address written on it.

"You really are full of surprises," she said with a slight giggle, then finally got off of Kozue slowly pushed herself to her feet, then let the ref raise her hand while she took in the cheers of the crowd. Even if she wasn't one to care much for them, Mariko couldn't deny it made the moment feel even more special. Normally she'd make her own post-match enjoyment by dominantly posing over her fallen foe. Sit on them, put a foot on them, just a little something extra for her own amusement. But Kozue deserved more respect than that after the fight she'd put up tonight. So Mariko decided it'd be better to forgo all that stuff this time around. Besides, it seemed all too likely there would be plenty of post-match fun between the two of them tonight anyway. But just as she was about to leave, she realized there was one more important thing she forgot.

With a small chuckle, she moved over to Kozue's feet, which were still wearing Mariko's boots. "I'll be taking these back," she said, reaching down to peel them off, before carrying them with her as she gingerly made her exit from the ring. Tired and aching all over, the violet haired beauty made her way back up the ramp, then glanced over her shoulder at the unconscious ninja in the ring one last time before disappearing backstage.

Kozue’s senses returned to her slowly, piecemeal, one at a time. She heard the roar of the crowd, felt the heat of the lights bearing down on her, smelled the sweet scent of Mariko all over her nose, and when she opened her eyes, it all came flooding down on her at once. She’d lost. But when she looked left and right and left again, the woman who’d defeated her wasn’t anywhere to be seen. That was more than a little disappointing, especially since Kozue hadn’t even given her…

”Huh?” She patted her chest, where she’d stashed her address to give Mariko in case she lost, and she didn’t feel anything in  her Victoria’s Secret Compartment. And since she’d been getting groped quite a bit when she was going out...

”Heh.” With a soft sigh, she happily rolled out of the ring and skipped her way up the ramp with hurried steps. She had some work to do back at her apartment after all. Company was coming over...