BlazeWave vs. ??? - Feels Like The First Time

Here she came, full steam, ready to smack Willy’s face and send him to the center of the ring. He wasn’t the biggest wrestling fan, but he was familiar enough to know this setup, and realize that it could end up being a disaster - people had been pinned off this move before. His friend was tough, but he could get loopy if you walloped him hard enough, and he hadn’t developed the best ring sense yet. Theo didn’t like the idea of stepping in so early, but…

Oh. Nevermind, then.

He raised his eyebrow as Mariko faked out the crowd, toying with them along with her opponents. She wasn’t going to do a tiger feint kick, but that didn’t mean her legs wouldn’t get some use - just not what everyone was expecting.

Instead, she wrapped them around Willy’s head, a proposition he would’ve liked in any other situation, and began pouring on the pressure. ”Gah! Fuck!” He went into a struggling fit, frantically pushing against her thighs, desperate for air even as the referee counted.

And there stood Theo, watching from a few feet away, not doing anything. Mariko threw a little greeting his way, clearly trying to get under his skin...and succeeding. It was too late to do anything about the blush creeping across his face, but he did his best to play it off anyway, throwing a lazy wave her way before he looked away with a huff, arms folded. Wasn’t bothered. Nope.

Willy, however, was very bothered, and the second Mariko would release the hold, he’d fall back as he grasped his throat, gasping for air. The hold couldn’t last more than five seconds, but it was amazing how long that time could be without a little thing like oxygen.

Mariko giggled at Theo’s passive response. It may not have been very brave on his part, but it was quite clear to the vixen who the smarter of the two was at least. Theo had wanted to turn down Mariko’s challenge, while Willy accepted it without a second thought. He’d also opted to let Willy be the one to start the match while he watched from the apron. And after seeing where attacking recklessly had gotten Willy, Theo elected to do the exact opposite when given the choice. True, fear and self-preservation were likely key motivators here. But it was because of his own wise choices that he was standing unscathed on the apron, while Willy was being choked and squeezed relentlessly between Mariko’s thighs. Of course, that didn’t last for long…

“Rope break, Mariko! Break the hold!” the ref quickly chimed in after she’d caught the rocker in her scissor hold. When she ignored the order, the count came. “One! Two! Three! Four!” And right then she finally untangled her legs and shifted off of Willy, allowing him to fall back into the ring, sputtering for air. Once more she glanced at Theo’s way.

“Enjoy it out there while you can. It will be your turn soon~”

With that ominous warning she slipped back through the ropes, Marching over to Willy. Immediately she thought of a dozen different ways she could keep torturing him. But rather than pick apart a limb or body part, Mariko instead decided it would be more fun to take a small stab at his pride instead.

Shoving her right boot against his side to roll him onto his back, she planted the sole of that boot flat onto Willy’s chest while sneering down condescendingly at him. She didn’t really expect to pin him this soon. Mariko just enjoyed the sight of him pinned under her foot, and she wanted him to see that she enjoyed it. The ref then moved down by his shoulders and slapped the mat.

“One…!”

Theo had known Willy for a fairly long time, and he could say that they were about as familiar with each other as two heterosexual men could ever hope to be. He could use many words to describe his friend, some of them flattering and others less: Eager, headstrong, horny, thickheaded, persistent, forgetful, driven, obstinate, on and on and on.

Prideful. That was a good one, and the one that most came to mind as a woman half his size whipped Willy around the ring like he was her plaything. Willy wasn’t good at a lot of things, but he was proud of the things he could do, and he thought he was good at fight.

This would not end well.

Theo knew that as Mariko finally let go of the hold and threw her little taunt his way, teasing things to come. He huffed, flustered, but didn’t respond past that. Getting into a dialogue like that would just mess with his head, the last thing he needed right now. Clarity was the game, here. She’d already gotten her hooks into Willy, no way that would happen to him. Speaking of…

Willy had just started to rise up when Mariko put her foot down on his chest, pinning him. At first he looked up, confused, but the referee’s count made him realize what was going and what it meant. And if that wasn’t enough of a clue, the scattered laughs from the crowd would drive it home.

”Off!” He whipped over to his chest just as the referee doing the second count, tossing the foot away in the process. Anger mounting across his face, he rose to his feet and came at her straight on once again, this time ducking low in a mad attempt to tackle Mariko and bring her to the ground.

Theo didn’t bet on this being any more successful than the last. ”Dude, calm down, don’t let her play you!”

If there was a way you could’ve paused the match where it was and asked Mariko what she thought would happen next, she would have guessed it perfectly, almost down to the exact details.

Sure, she’d controlled Willy quite thoroughly from the outset of this match. But she hadn’t battered or worn him down to such an extent that she could pin him for a three count with only her foot. Not even close. The first count came and went, more because Willy wasn’t expecting it than as a result of damage Mariko had inflicted, but she knew that was probably as far as it would go. Then Willy, clearly fancying himself an alpha, would throw her foot off of him with way more force than he needed to remove it in a show of his anger and frustration, which he did. The force made her stumble a bit, but having expected this it was easy to quickly regain her balance.

This guy also struck her as someone who acted on emotion, and didn’t easily learn from his mistakes. The last time he’d rushed at her he had been sent crashing chest and neck first into the middle rope. But this guy was a bull seeing red, so of course he’d try that again. He did, but this time around Mariko didn’t get out of his way. She went down with a thud and heavy grunt, but continued to smile and grin while looking up at the rocker.

“Oh, so you like it rough, huh? Fine by me, I can play rough too~”

Right then both her legs shot up and sought to coil around Willy’s midsection to squeeze him in a tight body scissor! It probably wouldn’t help the rocker’s mood at all, but that thought just seemed to make this all the more amusing to Mariko.

Willy felt a thrill the second he made contact with Mariko, knowing how good of a sign that was. She’d been giving him hell since the opening bell, he could admit, but this was the first time he’d had her number, the first sign that things were in his wheelhouse. She was doing a good job of working him over, he couldn’t deny that, but once this fight got to the ground? Oh, he’d be all over that. He had the weight. He had the strength. She couldn’t weigh more than what, a buck forty? Done like dinner.

They hit the floor, he came down on top of her, and from there, he-

Wait, why was she smiling?

He hadn’t thought of what his next move would be, but it seemed Mariko had, as her legs came up and wrapped around his midsection in the blank moment, making his midsection feel what his skull had suffered a moment ago. He croaked, cried out and fell to his side, pushing at the legs in a futile attempt to get free.

Theo smacked his head from the sidelines, groaning - Willy wasn’t even that far from the rope. He could likely get to them if he tried, escape this quick, but he was willing to bet his friend had forgotten that little detail, if he ever knew it in the face. Instead, he jerked about, twisted this way in that, and final attempted to make Mariko back off by sending an elbow towards her face, hoping it would be enough incentive.

“Mmmm, that’s nice. Scream for me again~” she teased while squeezing her legs against Willy’s midsection.

Between his frantic thrashing, the pained cries let out and the twisted faces he made, Mariko couldn’t quite decide which part of all this she liked most. She quickly decided that none outweighed the other, but all aspects of his torture together played equal roles in making this so enjoyable to her.

When the rocker fell to his side Mariko went right with him, continuing to pour on the pressure to his midsection. Like Theo, she fully expected him to go for the nearby ropes. Sure he would’ve had to endure the pain while he went, but it wasn’t far to go and Mariko wasn’t a heavy woman by any means. But much to her amusement, Willy didn’t seem to even notice. She just giggled and shook her head while he kept struggling in her clutches.

“Too much for you, big guy? Feel free to tap—“

*SMACK*

Mariko’s sentence was cut off there when Willy’s elbow clocked her right in the head! Call it the luckiest or lucky shots, but it did its job. The Japanese beauty laid back, hands covering the suddenly-throbbing part of her head, while her legs ceased all pressure they were applying and were just limply draped around Willy’s body.

For crying out loud.

”The ropes!” Theo cried out, trying to get his friend’s attention over all the screaming. ”Get to the ropes!”

It was a nice attempt, but it wasn’t working. Willy was in his little zone, ignoring everything but the pain in his chest, an animal caught in a snare. Theo doubted he would tap, he was too proud for that, but that wasn’t the problem. Too long in that hold was bound to do some damage, would only make this whole thing harder.

Thankfully, that wouldn’t be a concern for too much longer, as Willy’s errant elbow found a home in the middle of Mariko’s skull, stunning her and giving them their first real opening. The crowd hated it, but Theo almost jumped for joy. ”Tag!” He stretched his arm out over the rope. ”Get me in, get me in!”

Willy just shook his head as he made his way out from between her legs, smirking like a wild man as he reached around Mariko’s waist and hauled her up. ”I got this, bro!”

‘Getting this’ entailed him lifting Mariko up and pulling her into a tight hold, cranking her spine hard and swinging her from side to side. ”Payback!”

"Agh..." Mariko groaned lightly at the pain in her head. She could already tell there'd be a nice little bump there tomorrow morning. Nothing a pack of ice wouldn't fix, but she'd have to just deal with it for a while first. At least there was a bright side as Willy quickly gave her something to distract her from her throbbing headache - if getting put in painful submission hold could count as a bright side, at least.

The vixen was still too dazed from that shot to put up any meaningful resistance when the rocker picked her up off the ground and began squeezing her torso in a tight bear hug. A sharp gasp rang out from Mariko's lips, and her face contorted in response to the pain while she initially began to instinctively push at Willy's arms defensively. But of course, natural as that reaction was, it would be foolish to put much effort into it. Despite the thorough nature with which Mariko had dominated the match prior to this, she knew any test of strength was a battle she wouldn't win against Willy. Trying to muscle her way out of this would just tire her out, and make it easy for the handsome man to do anything and everything he'd likely imagined when she first came out to the ring.

Instead Mariko cupped her hands around Willy's cheeks, and leaned in to give him a big kiss right on the lips. She moaned into the kiss, but even while feeling the effects of his hold there was more pleasure in her moan than pain. While Mariko enjoyed dominating handsome men and pretty women, few people knew she equally enjoyed the reverse. Sure, it hurt like hell. But she was still lip locking and tongue wrestling with a sexy young man, while feeling his toned arms press her into his muscular frame.

Yeah, she decided it was a sufficient silver lining to getting conked in the head with an elbow after all.

With any luck the sudden and intense kiss would distract and surprise Willy enough to make him ease up on the pressure a bit. Meanwhile, her legs came back up to wrap around his midsection again. It wasn't to apply a scissor hold...yet. For now she just wanted to anchor herself against him, partly so she'd be in position to turn the tables when the opportunity came, and partly because well...Willy was hot, and she didn't at all mind clinging to this guy and making out with him, especially if it helped create the opening she wanted.

No doubt Theo would see a thousand red flags during all of this. But Willy hadn't listened to a word he'd said so far, and Mariko was willing to bet that wouldn't change now.

Theo really, really wanted to believe that this was a positive change, but it was hard to be optimistic.

He looked on as Willy wrapped Mariko up in a tight bearhug. This wasn’t just some random move that he’d chosen to do, either, it was something the two of them practiced. Granted, that practice consisted of a personal encounter that neither man wanted to talk about, but it was enough to demonstrate his affinity for the move. Willy had good upper body strength, it was a simple submission move, and if he applied it well, there was little way for a woman like Mariko to escape. Now that he had her in his clutches, even Willy shouldn’t have been able to fuck it up.

So...how was he going to fuck it up?

Theo received the answer to his question shortly, though he would never have guessed it. It sounded like the crowd didn’t either, because the moment Mariko pulled her in for that liplock, they broke out in a surprised cheer. Willy was equally surprised, his eyes widened in aroused shock, but they narrowed and reciprocated soon enough. This was exactly the thing he’d come to the AFW for, after all, and what he’d pictured doing with Mariko the moment he saw. No way he’d complain about it now.

Only...his grip was slackening. His hold was lowering. It was becoming less of a backbreaking submission hold and more of a lover’s embrace, which wouldn’t have been a bad thing if this was a hentai match...which it wasn’t. And Theo wasn’t sure Willy remembered.

”Uh...dude.” He leaned to the side. ”Yo. Will.  Maybe you should be a little careful there, man.”

Willy’s response was to throw him a thumb’s up, then went right back to kissing, showing Mariko his prowess with the technique. His tongue was adventurous and daring, eagerly making its way into her mouth and roaming about, and he let his hand slip lower to caress her backside, finding a nice cheek to squeeze. Chests pressing together, hips grinding. It was a good time. ”Now we’re talking…”

There wasn’t a single aspect about this Mariko didn’t love. Being held against Willy’s body, with or without the painful squeeze, was a pretty wonderful feeling. The squeeze on her ass elicited a playful, catlike purr from her. And his kissing… Alright, Willy may not have exactly been a Minami Toshimi lookalike in the ring. But if skills with lips and tongue were the only criteria of a talent assessment, the guy had megastar potential for sure. His tongue danced and wrestled with hers while touching all the right places to maximize the pleasure of the kiss.

For the briefest of moments Mariko even found herself wondering if she thought there might be a future for Willy in the Tension Hentai division. It may have just been a kiss and some groping, but it was also the one time in this match so far where he had acted with both confidence and proficiency. If that’s where his talents were, then there was at least an avenue for it.

But more important than the enjoyment she was getting from the impromptu makeout session was the fact that Willy’s bear hug was quickly reduced to a grip just strong enough to help hold her up. Really Mariko could’ve reacted right away to break free from his clutches, but she wanted a few more seconds to enjoy this. In her mind she was kicking herself for not asking about throwing in a POW stipulation or something to this. Oh well, she’d just have to make the most of this then. But finally the time came to act.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Mariko didn’t give the slightest hint of a warning she was going back on the attack. She just threw an arm around Willy’s neck to secure it in a front headlock while her legs, already slung around his midsection, began squeezing his sides and ribs with all their might again. Meanwhile the arm coiled around his neck would also squeeze, while pulling up against his throat to apply a tight Guillotine Choke!

“Sorry. We’ll have to continue that some other time.”