SD III: Mariko Ishii vs. Ninjette

Mariko felt pretty certain she knew where this was heading. She was flat on her back and heavily dazed, with Kozue's lovely rear seated right on top of her chest. Mariko certainly wouldn't have the strength to adequately defend herself for another few moments at least. So she'd attempted to mentally brace herself for the feeling of once again having her face sat on.

But that didn't happen, and she was surprised to feel Kozue inching down her body instead. The feeling of her foe's sexy body gliding over her own wasn't entirely unwelcome, and Mariko couldn't help but groan when Kozue settled on her lap and ground her hips against her. But forgoing the facesit wasn't the only surprise the brunette threw at her. Mariko felt her wrists being held down, then saw a pair of feet raise up before descending onto her face.

A groan left Mariko's lips and was muffled against Kozue's thinly-wrapped soles, and she started to squirm lightly beneath her foe. The Japanese vixen had smothered people this way before, but this was the first time she had been on the receiving end of it. There was something both humbling and sensual about being pinned and smothered under the lowest parts of a person's body; about fighting hard only to find yourself being used as a chair and footrest for your opponent's leisure and amusement. Even aside from how nice it had always felt to her to physically, that aspect of pure dominance was one that made Mariko feel like a goddess. She imagined Kozue must be feeling something similar right now.

She was quickly starting to lose air, and knew she had to fight her way out of this if she wanted any chance of saving this first round. For the moment though, amidst her squirming, it was hard to think about much other than how nice this felt. The only thing keeping her from enjoying it fully was the thin wrapping over Kozue's feet. Mariko almost wanted to try to peel it off with her teeth, but quickly threw the thought aside. She could worry about indulging those urges sometime later, but now wasn't the time.

Kozue felt like a goddess.

A goddamn goddess of kink.

She wanted to kick herself for being so tepid about getting into the more sexual aspects of AFW for so long. It all seemed so silly now, what with living in such a liberated society. Why be a prude? Why hold back? It wasn't like she had any real reasons for keeping the clothes on. When she'd started, she thought matches like this were a pure sideshow, but now that she was having a full taste…

”God, you're soft.” She gave her rump another teasing grind, really settling into Mariko’s lap. ”I mean, I know you kinda like being on the giving end of this, but trust me, you feel fucking divine. Should rent yourself out as a lounge chair.”

Kozue pressed down a bit harder with her soles, really grinding into Mariko’s face, though she took care not to get a toe in her eyes or anything. Safety first. Just trying to ride down the struggles.

”Just getting that out there before your nap. We can talk more on it later, promise.” She bounced up and gave Mariko a playful butt drop, right in the center of her hips. ”At your place.”

Was it odd that Mariko had absolutely no issue with the idea of Kozue using her as a lounge chair? ...Well, under different circumstances of course. Once again she had to remind herself the match took immediate priority. But she made a mental note to bring the matter to attention again when it was more appropriate.

"Mmph.." she groaned when Kozue's feet pressed harder on her face, tightening the seal restricting her breathing. Then the butt drop forced a heavier muffled grunt from her. Mariko was getting to that point where the lack of air was making her dizzy. Thoroughly thinking through her escape route had become difficult thanks to the various distracting thoughts Kozue had inadvertently put in her head. But she'd reached a point where she couldn't afford to hesitate any further. She was going to get out of this now, or she was going to be smothered out by Kozue's feet.

Trying to avoid the latter, Mariko abruptly jerked her body to the side as hard as she could in hopes of throwing Kozue from her perch. If it worked, then while gasping and attempting to catch her breath once again, her hands - assuming they'd been freed from her foe's clutches - would try to latch onto Kozue's ankle to keep her from scurrying off. That might not seem wise due to Mariko's fatigue. But she figured a Ninjette with one available leg was less threatening than a fresh Ninjette free to run and fly as she wished.

”SLEEP! SLEEP! SLEEP!”

Now there was a chant Kozue didn’t hear from the audience every day. Granted, to be fair, it wasn’t the whole audience chanting it - maybe half, a little less than that, and there were enough chants for Mariko to escape that they were in danger of getting drowned out. All the same, Kozue had her die-hard fans, and they were in strong attendance.

”Wow, they’re loving this.” Kozue smirked and gave the audience a nod on both sides. ”Almost wish I’d made this an Iron-”

That lovely thought was interrupted as Mariko channeled her inner Hulk and busted out of the foot smother, sending Kozue toppling to the side. She started to pop back to her feet, but before she had the opportunity, she felt a strong arm grab hold of her ankle, and one thought went through her head.

Ropes. Now.

Whatever move Mariko was going for, it would be bad news if it targeted her ankle. She needed that for jumping and kicking and, well, pretty much her entire moveset. So her first priority was to get her off, ASAP.

The only problem was the ropes themselves. Or, rather, the fact that they were a bit far away, what with them being in the middle of the ring and all. Shit.

Even so, Kozue made a mad scramble for them, trying to gain as much ground as possible before...

Mariko wasn't one to care all too much about what the crowd thought. Still, it wasn't often they were cheering her opponent as much as they were tonight, and she couldn't help but notice. Not that it mattered. Mariko was determined to win this match, and Kozue's fans would just have to deal with it.

She was fortunate both to have escaped her foe's smother and cling onto her ankle before she cold get away. Kozue was fighting and and scrambling, but Mariko held on for dear life. "Going...somewhere?" she asked through grit teeth while straining to pull herself up to a knee. From there she'd attempt to coil her legs around Kozue's trapped leg, scissoring it while sprawling herself over the brunette's back and throwing her hands out, attempting to put her in an STF...with one little twist. Rather than locking her hands under the girl's chin or across her face, she'd lace her fingers together and press her palms right over Kozue's mouth and nose, adding a smother to her hold.

Mariko wasn't quite sure if that would prove as effective as the smother Kozue had her in just seconds ago. It was a tactic she hadn't ever had the chance to test out yet. But now was as good a time as ever to give it a try.

Mariko was fast, Kozue was noticing. Maybe not quite as fast as her, overall, but she was already noticing the difference. Since most of her foes up to this point were guys who had fifty pounds and up on her, she wasn’t used to having some lock a hold on her with such speed and finesse, and, well, this was the result.

Mariko deftly manipulated her legs, and while Kozue initially thought she was going for an Ankle Lock, she wound up wishing that was the case. She started to squirm about even more when the violet-haired vixen dropped down on her back, but by then, it was too late - Mariko locked in the hold, and there was nothing left but pain.

Kozue screamed...or tried to, anyway. It came out muffled as Mariko’s soft hands were used to devastating effects, smothering her and making a lethal hold that much more dangerous. If this was a regular match, Kozue would’ve considered tapping right then and there, but no, this wouldn’t be over until she went to sleep. Until that happened, she might as well keep on fighting.

With a quick lick on Mariko’s palm - because why not - Kozue dug her fingers into the mat and started the hellish journey towards the ropes. It wouldn’t be easy to get to them, if she could pull it off at all, but if she wanted ‘easy’ she wouldn’t have signed up for this match in the first place.

Some awkward mixture of a strained groan, sigh of relief and deep exhale forced itself from Mariko's lips as she managed to lock in her hold. Even as she stretched and smothered her foe out, she was still panting pretty heavily. But she had Kozue locked up nice and tight, with a smother applied for good measure. The odds seemed to have taken a swing back in her favor.

The feeling of Kozue's tongue against Mariko's palm tickled a bit, but did nothing to her grip. The violet haired vixen couldn't help but smirk, and lowered her lips close to Kozue's ear. "Easy there. You'll be putting that tongue to much better use back at your place later~" she teased before wrenching back on the hold some more.

Mariko might not be able to win this round with a submission. But she could at least wear Kozue down quite a bit, if not smother her out completely. Either scenario sounded great to her. So she didn't worry when Kozue started dragging them toward the ropes. She just focused on milking this STF for everything she could.

God, the ropes seemed so far away. It never looked like they were when Kozue was standing around in the ring, but when you were on your chest, with a hot Japanese chick wrenching your spine while she laid on your back, they seemed like they were miles off. At first, she’d thought pulling herself to the ropes would be a good way to escape, but now that she was actually attempting it? Fuck no. This was not going to work.

She needed another idea. What was more, she needed another idea while she still had the oxygen flow to her brain, so she could actually come up with it. At the rate this was going, she’d pass out in, say, thirty or so seconds, and Mariko had to know that.

And that thought was what gave her an idea.

Kozue gradually began to give up the struggle, sinking to the mat even as Mariko held the hold tight. She went down, down, down until her chest was flat on the canvas and her arms were splayed out, and for a moment it looked like she was giving up the ghost. The referee even came over and kneeled nearby, looking for signs of life.

Then, out of nowhere, she found them, as Kozue suddenly pushed up and jerked hard to the side, with a last ditch, wild effort. She swung her elbow back as hard as she could, attempting to hit...anything on Mariko’s body, really. So long as it hurt enough to make her let go, she was content.

Kozue's struggles were dying down.

This was good. Mariko had her right where she wanted her: too far from the ropes to hope for an escape that way, and now really feeling the effects of the smother. She may not have ever tried to smother someone out with her hands before, but she figured at this rate Kozue would be out in a matter of moments. All that was left was to ride it out. Or so she thought....

"AGH!" Mariko cried out as the point of Kozue's elbow suddenly slammed right into the side of her head! The mighty blow sent her rolling off of the brunette, arms wrapping around her head in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing pain in her skull. There was an unrelenting ringing sound in her ears almost completely drowning out the audience. But most importantly, her chance of securing the first round in her favor had just been yanked right out from under her, somewhat literally.

”Ohshitthatworked!”

Those were the first words to come out of Kozue’s mouth after her elbow landed, right after she took in a huge breath of air to refill her aching lungs. It had been a bit of a hail mary, but her maneuver paid off in three ways - it got her free, hurt Mariko, and most importantly, it gave her a few precious seconds to turn things around before the momentum could get away from her. Again.

She intended to use it, too. She rolled under the bottom rope, huffing and puffing all the way, and came out on the apron. Grabbing the ropes, she yanked herself back up to her feet and got in position, facing back inside the ring and looking at Mariko with waiting eyes.

”Getupgetupgetupgetupgetup...”

The moment Mariko stood up and looked her way, Kozue would spring into action. With a tight grip on the top rope, she’d pulled herself up, then springboard off and come flying at Mariko with wide open legs, looking to snag her head and send her flying to the mat with a move she’d wanted to use for a long time: the Dragonrana.