SD III: Mariko Ishii vs. Ninjette

Mariko hadn't just been decked with a sledgehammer, had she? She was pretty sure it had just been an elbow. But striking the way it had and in the spot it had, the end result had been terrible for Mariko regardless.

"Ngh.." she grunted while starting to push herself up off the ground, trying her best to ignore the pulsing pain in her head and the ringing in her ears. She needed to get back on her feet. She needed to find where that little speed demon had scurried off to if she wanted any chance of keeping Kozue grounded. Little did she know, it was a tad too late for that. And when she finally stood, and when her eyes finally found her foe, Kozue was already flying toward her.

Mariko's eyes went wide, but there wasn't any time to react. Kozue landed stride her shoulders, legs clasping around her head, and crotch pressing right into her face. Then the whole world seemed to spin for a moment, and Mariko was brought down to the mat with a mighty crash. "MMPH!!" she cried out at the impact, voice muffled against the thin fabric covering Kozue's sex.

The crowd burst to its feet, roaring and applauding in awe of Kozue's high flying assault, but Mariko wasn't in quite a position to appreciate it as they did. She was pinned down and heavily dazed once again, with the beautiful ninjette seated right on her face!

Kozue really wished she could say that she’d plannned all that from the start, that she’d been working Mariko into position, and that the current position she found herself in was just the result of meticulous planning on her part...but that would all be bullshit. Serious, heavy bullshit. The truth was that she’d just done a thing that seemed like a good idea to her at the time on the spur of the moment, and it just so happened to pay off. Which was pretty much her style in a nutshell, come to think of it.

But it worked. Goddamn, did it work. The two of them went flying, her hair streaming over in a wide arc, and it all ended with Mariko landed on her back with a thunderous crash. She knew how it looked because the big screen was currently playing a replay, and even if it hadn’t the reaction from the crowd would’ve told her all she needed to know.

”HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!”

”Heh.”

Kozue was breathing heavy, still trying to catch her breath, so wrapped up in the moment that she almost didn’t notice what she was sitting on. After a moment, though, sense returned and she looked down on Mariko’s face with a smile. The half of it that wasn’t being covered by her crotch.

”Gotcha again.” She muttered, as she leaned forward and spread her legs out, putting more pressure on Mariko’s face and keeping her arms pinned. ”Sweet dreams.”

Once again Mariko found herself in a position she was more accustomed to putting people in, but not so used to being in herself. She was flat on her back and helplessly looking up at Kozue from between her smooth, toned thighs, all while the Ninjette was free to just sit there and take it all in, not even aware that Mariko was under her for the first few moments of it.

The scent of her foe's sex being forced onto her, the ease with which she was able to keep her pinned, and the way she smiled down at her while she did it... It was a perfect picture of dominance at its finest. And despite the lack of air, Mariko was getting immensely turned on. Though that didn't stop her from squirming desperately once Kozue widened her base and pressed her crotch down harder on her.

She kicked about, moaned and grunted, and tried to push and jerk her arms around. But her legs neither came anywhere near the ropes nor budged Kozue from her perch. Any sounds that came from her lips was just muffled against Kozue's sex. And her arms were not strong enough to throw her opponent off of her.

It wasn't long before she felt herself grow dizzy and her vision started to blur. The eyes forced to stare up at Kozue quickly turned from defiant to desperate, as if silently pleading for mercy. And once she'd tired herself out with her failed escape attempts, she knew she'd lost this round. Mariko reached her tongue out as much as she could given her circumstances, and offered one light, submissive lick against Kozue's thinly covered sex. And seconds later she went completely still, and slipped into unconsciousness.

Kozue had just won the first round of the match.

Kozue felt like she was learning a lot about herself, today. For instance, not only did she learn that she had a kink for facesitting, but she was also getting some specifics on it - namely, that while doing it the reverse way was fine, she preferred doing it forward - it felt like it was easier to control Mariko this way, she had to worry less about being kicked in the face, and she had the pleasure of looking down into her captive’s eyes while she did the deed. Those big, green, beautiful eyes…

Oh, and those screams against her sex, those noises, that vibration...a great bonus.

Kozue licked her lips and enough the moment, grinding away at Mariko’s face, really rubbing her victory in. Only one fall, sure, but she’d earned it, and against one of the best wrestlers Tension had to offer. It just did not get much better, and she wished it could’ve lasted forever. Especially with that little lick there, right at the end.

But that wasn’t the case. ”She’s out!” The referee called out and gave the signal, making the bell ring and giving her the first point. Kozue sighed and rolled off Mariko, though not completely off - instead, she decided to wait in style. She laid down on the canvas, crossed her legs, and used Mariko’s stomach as a pillow.

Now, the only thing left to do was wait.

This was a moment Kozue's fans were going to be talking about for a long time. The outcome of the first round couldn't be more clear at this point. Mariko was helpless, laying still while Kozue started to grind on her face, and knocking her out in the process.

It took a few moments before Mariko came to. Here eyes slowly fluttered open, and a small groan eased out of her lips while a hand rubbed over her head. Then her tongue slid out and traced over her lips, as if searching for a small hint of Kozue's taste that might've lingered. It was about then she noticed a small weight resting on her stomach, and she adjusted her head just enough to see her foe lounging there, just relaxing, taking everything in, all while enjoying yet another way she'd found to use Mariko as a temporary piece of furniture.

Using victory poses as a means to put an "exclamation point" on things after the fact was something Mariko did often, but she had to say Kozue's way of going about it was highly amusing. "Heh... Enjoy it while you can..." she muttered through a small smile, taking a moment longer to catch her breath and wait for Kozue to move off of her. Only then would she pull herself off and move back into her corner, trying to mentally prepare herself to continue.

Mariko was starting at a fairly daunting disadvantage now. To win, she had to score two consecutive smothers over Kozue, who was fresher and only needed one more successful smother to win it herself. She forced herself to relax. Overthinking would just screw her already diminishing chances, yet she had to be smart about every step she took if she didn't want this to end with Kozue using her face as a chair again...

As much as Kozue and the crowd were loving this match, there was a small problem with the way it was structured, one that was sort of unavoidable. Namely, after each KO, there was the problem of waiting for the KOed person to wake up. Kind of put a stall on things.

While they waited for Mariko to reawaken, people took quick bathroom breaks and made mad dashes for the vendors, getting their fill of popcorn before things went back into action. For her part, Kozue just closed her eyes and took a quick power nap, enjoying the rare chance to relax and catch her breath in the middle of a match. She kind of felt she'd earned it - that first round could've gone either way. Sure, she'd controlled a lot of it, but Mariko had come close to putting the kibosh on her all throughout. And now that they were well through the feeling out process…

She was broken out of her musing by Mariko’s stirring, sadly bringing her power nap to a close.

”Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.” Kozue  slid off of Mariko’s stomach and did a quick kip-up, rising to her feet in an instant. She sauntered over to her corner as the referee signaled for the second round to begin.”Thanks for the little lick at the end, by the way. Didn't know better, I’d say you were digging being on the receiving end.”

With a Cheshire smile, Kozue leaned forward and grabbed the ropes, stretching out, getting ready for her second crack at putting Mariko out. As much respect as she had for this woman, there was no denying how big it would be if she took this match no contest. Beating the Smother Queen with smothers was one thing, but dominating the match in which she did it? Huge.

One of Mariko’s greatest strengths as a wrestler was her ability to manipulate her opponent through certain subtleties, which included distracting them from what would ordinarily be a glaring weakness. For example, a wounded limb was often ignored if she could get her foe focusing on something else. But there was next to nothing she could do to mask her fatigue as she got up and moved into her corner, resting against the turnbuckle pads and taking her time to catch her breath. Being smothered as many times as she had been was bad enough alone, but the fast pace Kozue had pretty consistently dictated so far was one Mariko wasn’t nearly as accustomed to.

She needed to find a way to slow this down. She needed to slow it way down.

Of course, she hadn’t been able to help but stare at a certain backside as it sauntered over to the opposite corner, and she grinned at hearing Kozue’s teasing words. “Figured it would be nice to try something a little different for a change…” she said, eyes narrowing to an almost challenging gaze as she spoke, “...especially since it won’t be happening again.” Bold words for a woman who had just been rather decisively beaten at her own game. But it had only been the first round. The odds may have been against her now, but this wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot. Not if Mariko had anything to say about it.

Mariko grabbed onto the ropes and let herself lean in a bit, looking as if she were just as ready to fly out at the sound of the bell as Ninjette. Really, she was just using these last few seconds to decide on how she’d approach this. Jolting right into the fray would essentially be inviting Kozue to put that impressive speed of hers on display again. Last time she’d played that game, it got her face used as a chair twice and once as a footrest. Nothing she’d mind under less competitive circumstances, but she couldn’t afford to go through that again now. So instead, as the bell rang, Mariko braced herself and watched Kozue, deciding to let her make the first move.

”I’m bringing you a love that’s true, so get ready, get ready…”

Instead of replying out loud to Mariko, Kozue just bounced her eyebrows and hummed a little diddy that popped into her head, watching Mariko with eager eyes and licking tongue across her lips. She could tell the violet beauty was thinking hard, no doubt trying to figure out a way to handle the speed gap. Maybe she’d strike on something good, maybe she wouldn’t, but Kozue wasn’t seeing much reason to alter her plans so far. Her guerilla way of fighting had worked well enough in the first round, and it wasn’t like Mariko was getting any faster. It wouldn’t matter if she was the best grappler in Tension; hell, it wouldn’t matter if she was the best wrestler in the whole damn world. If she couldn’t catch her, all that skill meant less than nothing.

”Stay the course, then.” She bit her lip and let the smile grow an inch. ”Get ready, ‘cause here I-”

The bell rang, but it might as well have been a starting pistol. Kozue came running across the ring at full speed, crossing the distance between them in scants seconds, banking on the alacrity of her rush to through Mariko off-guard. As soon as she was close enough, she jumped up, brought her legs in, and extended them towards her foe’s chest with a load of momentum behind them, looking to send her flying with a shotgun dropkick.

"BANZAI!"

The bell sounded every bit as much like a starting pistol to Mariko as it had to Kozue, yet their reactions to it were entirely different. Just as she expected, Kozue came charging at full speed. Mariko, on the other hand, didn’t move at all. To many it seemed as if the brunette had just gotten the jump on her and moved so quick Mariko simply couldn’t react. But those people were about to be proven wrong.

Right as Kozue’s feet left the mat, Mariko’s grip on the rope to her right tightened, and she yanked herself right out of the corner, leaving her speedy adversary to crash and burn as she would. But of course she wasn’t just going to leave Kozue’s condition entirely up to chance.

Once she was clear of the oncoming dropkick, Mariko would turn to face Kozue, cocking a leg back and waiting for her to start getting up. And the moment she did, the violet haired vixen would shout while firing her right leg up, aiming to slam a hard roundhouse kick right into Kozue’s sternum!

Kozue, for all her many faults, wasn’t quite stupid. She could be a little boneheaded at times, and she was ready to admit that, but she wasn’t so dense that the possibility of Mariko just, you know, moving out of the way hadn’t occurred to her.

That was why she went for the dropkick, rather than something like a Big Boot or a Splash. She jumped high enough that her feet hit the top turnbuckle, and from there she was able to deftly roll off and land on her feet with a cat’s grace, at which point she quickly turned around, and…

...got kicked in the chest.

At least, she thought it was a kick. It happened so fast that it was hard to tell, and it hurt so much that she almost thought it could’ve been a foreign object. The strike landed clean, before Kozue could even consider blocking it, and the result was that she got hammered into the turnbuckle. On a quick grab on the ropes was enough to keep her from dropping flat on her butt, and despite that, the best she could do for the moment was lean in the corner and try to recoup.

Extra emphasis on 'try'.