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

So much for those toy sponsors. Theo had been in talks with getting the company that did AFW’s action figures to produce a line for them - yeah, they were new talent, but they were colorful, they were ‘hip’, they had a good look, so there was a reasonable chance they could pull off the deal. They wanted to market the figures to a younger audience, though, and that meant staying on the AFW’s PG matches. He wasn’t sure if this would be too raunchy for them, but he didn’t like the risk.

Not that he could stop Willy now, anyway. Nothing could stop him, not from this.

There were many things on Willy’s mind right now, but toys and merchandising were not one of them. He was more into the incredibly hot Japanese woman he was making out with right now. How had he not heard of this chick before? Even with his limited experience, he knew she was one of the hotter ladies on the roster. She damn sure carried herself like it, and he could definitely vouch.

He decided it didn’t matter, though. He could check her out more when he got back home. For now, he was all about the way she was kissing him, rubbing him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and…

...oh, crap.

Out of nowhere, the pain returned, full force. Her arm clamped tight around his neck, and those legs, those damn legs cut into his sides again. He still hadn’t recovered from the body scissors, so this just was just icing on the cake. Painful, agonizing icing.

He fell to his knees and tried to pull at her arms, but that was a no-go, and as he struggled and gasped, he looked to Theo, as if just now remembering this was, in theory, a tag match. His friend had one piece of advice for him, too.

”Grab the ropes! Grab! The! Ropes!”

Despite his confusion, for the first time in the match - and for over a year, if truth be told - Willy listened to Theo’s advice and made a mad shuffle for the ropes, hoping to grab the nearest one and...oh, yeah, that was right, a rope break. He’d totally forgot about that, damn.

While necessary to progress any chance of winning the match, Mariko had been reluctant to stop her sudden make out session with Willy. She’d have no problem admitting if that had been taking place in a private setting rather than an official match, things would’ve gone a lot differently in the end. As it was, well...she had to do what she had to do. At least she’d still get to cling to his muscular frame a little while longer. Mariko loved the way his hot body grinded against her while he struggled between her legs and against her front.

But then something curious happened. Theo shouted out perfectly sound advice, and Willy actually followed it! The idea that the rocker should head for the ropes now should’ve been obvious even without the heads up from his partner, but Mariko’s eyes briefly widened in surprise when Willy did as his partner said and began scrambling toward the ropes. “Well well, you do learn after all,” she teased.

It wasn’t extremely long before his hand found the bottom rope, and the ref was letting Mariko know she needed to break her hold. Surprising as it was Willy had finally listened to Theo, it was less surprising he’d made it to the ropes, given his size and strength advantage. “Aww, do I have to~?” Mariko playfully asked the ref with an overexaggerated pout while keeping her choke/scissor combo locked in. She had a few more seconds to work with and didn’t mind using them. The vixen even doubled down on the pressure of her hold while the ref counted, and only let go of Willy right before the five count. Mariko brought a boot to his ribs and shoved him back before getting up, intending to push him back into the middle of the ring. Whatever she went for next, she didn’t him being too near the ropes when it happened.

The good news was that Willy managed to reach the ropes.

The bad news was that it didn’t mean his suffering was at an end. Not even close.

Mariko knew her time was limited, so she doubled down and made for five of the longest, most painful moments in Willy’s life. It was hard to believe such a soft, welcoming body could produce such ridiculous power. He’d never have believe thighs this lush, this soft, this welcoming could turn into something so damn dangerous - not until he felt her body surge with power, felt that raw strength cutting him in half.

Thankfully, she did let go - at the last possible second, yeah, but she did it, and his ribs were grateful for the release. He fell out of her grasp, coughing up a fit, only for her to kick him away a second later. Classy.

Huffing, he pushed his way up to his feet in the middle of the ring and glanced back to Theo. Mariko would hardly need to read minds to know what he was considering - for the first time, it was really, really, really, really sinking in that he might have to actually do a tag in this tag match. ”Christ, lady, you are out of your gourd.” He shook his head and started to sit up, trying to rise up on wobbly feet.

“Heh, can’t say I’ve heard that one before. But I’ll assume it was meant as a compliment,” Mariko replied with a giggle. Of course she highly doubted his words were actually meant as anything positive, but if it offended her in any way it wasn’t showing. Mariko was having fun, and that’s what mattered to her right now.

Willy’s glance toward his team’s corner could hardly have been less subtle. He might as well have waved a giant sign that read, “I THINK I SHOULD TAG IN MY PARTNER SOON!” It was a thought that should’ve come into his head a half dozen times before now, but Mariko had been doing a good job of keeping him away from Theo. Confident as she was, the Vixen still intended to play this smartly. The last significant memory she had of being outnumbered in the ring was when the Valkyries had jumped her right after her match with Devine. Of course, these weren’t the Valkyries, but that didn’t mean she was going to take her chances and let them take advantage of their superior numbers.

Mariko took a couple walking steps toward Willy, then suddenly bolted into a sprint! Quickly closing the last of the distance between her and the rocker, Mariko leapt forward with one foot aiming to land on his leg, while the other leg swung up and flew directly at Willy’s face in an attempt to floor him with a Shining Wizard! This wasn’t a move she made use of all too frequently, but if it worked it would at least silence the man’s immediate hopes of tagging out.

Theo folded his arms and leaned on the ropes, keeping quiet for the moment. There wasn’t any point in cheering Willy on, not right now - he was figuring that one out pretty clearly. No, for the moment, he needed to focus his mind on Mariko, whom he’d most likely be fighting sooner or later. Probably sooner.

In particular, he was trying to get a grip on her style. He’d seen some of her matches, enough that he could’ve gotten a good grip on it with anyone else, but seeing her in action now was throwing that all out of whack. He’d gotten the impression she was more of a traditional sort of grappler with a hentai bent, not much of a striker, but the opening she’d used on Willy was crisp, looking like something that would’ve belonged in a muy thai ring, not a wrestling one. Had she been adding to her arsenal since she left the AFW? He remembered her match with Kozue Kaburagi, and that made him think she had trouble with highflyers, but…

His worries were only deepened when she came barreling towards Willy, cutting him off before he had the chance to get back onto his feet and hitting him with a move that took the entire arena by surprise - a Shining Wizard. Sharp and effective, it knocked him flat and sent him rolling to the side. Not wanting to be on the floor with Mariko, he quickly pushed his way up and rose to his feet a second later, but the effort took a toll, putting him on staggering, stumbling feet. His whole world spinning and filled with stars, he wound up stumbling to the corner - the corner opposite from Theo, putting even more distance between them.

Mariko wasn’t Megumi Mutoh, but her Shining Wizard struck right on the mark and dropped her foe to the mat regardless. It wasn’t often that she busted out moves like that. But the opening had been there, and she knew he wouldn’t be expecting it. Besides, how could she pass up the chance to tribute to one of the most respected veterans of the Wrestle Angels era?

She picked herself up, and was fairly surprised to once again see Willy already back up. This was the second time he’d gotten back up quickly after taking some serious damage. Ever had that head rush from getting up off the couch or out of bed too quickly? Try doing that after eating a well-place Shining Wizard. Not fun. Sure he was avoiding a potential pinfall attempt, but he also wound up in the corner opposite of where Theo was. That wasn’t exactly a great tradeoff.

Giggling, Mariko steadily sauntered toward Willy. And, knowing Theo had a direct view of her back right now, she gave her hips just a little extra shake just for him. When she got to Willy, she reached her hands out to gently lay them on his chest. “Let’s see if we can get you a little more comfortable~” she said while subtly sliding a foot behind one of his ankles. With a sudden yank of her leg she attempted to sweep the limb out from under Willy and bring him to a sitting position in the corner. Then, turning and pulling the back skirt of her outfit up, she’d immediately attempt to shove her sexy ass right onto Willy’s face, intending to trap him in a classic stinkface!

Willy’s word was in freefall, spinning, unsteady, unable to get his feet steady as he wobbled. It was weird - he knew he hadn’t really been wrestling for that long, but damn, he felt tired, way tired than he should have been. Cardio was never his strong suit, more of a weightlifting sort of guy, but he shouldn’t have been this worn out this fast, should he? This never happened when he was sparring with Theo.

But screw it, he was fine, he just had to get a grip, catch his breath, get a lock on Mariko, and…

...wait, where was Mariko?

Oh, there she was. Right in front of him

”Huh?” He felt his hands on her chest, soft and welcoming, and it made him pause just long enough for the second part of her master plan, a sly trick that tripped him and planted him on his butt in the corner. He grabbed the ropes and started to pull up, only to see her butt - round, supple, curves, one of the sweetest he’d ever seen - coming close to his face. Dangerously close. Almost like she was going to-

Mariko planted her butt squarely on Willy’s face, and the entire arena went wild, watching as she used him as her personal stool. He went into a frenzy, kicking about, yelling into her ass, flailing around, but it got him nowhere, although it made for a great show. The only person who didn’t seem to enjoy it was Theo, who was stuck on the sidelines, looking on Theo went down and dragged their music career with him. He chewed his nail, trying to think of the best way to smoke and mirrors this, put it in something reminiscent of a positive light. Try as he might, though, it was simply not coming to him.

“Mmmmm~” Mariko purred as she settled on Willy’s face and felt him struggling beneath her. She gripped the ropes to steady herself, so his thrashing and flailing accomplished nothing except to rub his face against her rear. She quite enjoyed the feeling, which was then only amplified by his desperate yells muffled against her. The vixen leaned her head back, closed her eyes and bit her lip. His face was well structured and oh so comfortable, but with all of this added in, Mariko decided in her head Willy’s was one of the five best face she’d sat on in her wrestling career - and she’d sat on quite a few.

Opening her eyes, she grinned across the ring at Theo. “Don’t look so jealous. I’ll sit on your face too before this is all over~” she teased, moving her ass in a very slow circle, rubbing it against Willy’s face while moving it with her. But while this felt amazing for Mariko, there was of course the practical effect of suffocating the rocker. Of course she could only do it so long. The ref was there to make sure of that.

“Come on, get off the ropes!” came the command, followed by the obligatory warning count when she refused.

“One! Two! Three! Four!”

At last Mariko got off of Willy and moved out of the corner. He was allowed to breathe again, but she wouldn’t give him any excess recovery time. Moving in quickly she’d grab him by the hand and pull him up to his feet. Then her hands went once more to that broad chest of his, enjoying the feel of his muscles.

“Take a big breath while you can~” she said. Then, Mariko put her hands on his shoulders. Pushing up and jumping at the same time, she brought her legs around his head and neck and rolled back, trying to take Willy down with a hurricanrana. Rolling through with the momentum if it worked, she’d end sitting astride his handsome face again, this time sealing off his mouth and nose with the crotch of her panties. Then Mariko would grab his left arm, pull it up straight then loop her own arm around the arm to begin hyperextending it.

A facesit/vertical armbar combo wasn’t a commonly used hold, but it was one of the most effective Mariko employed. It was a finishing hold she’d developed and called Heaven & Hell, due to the blissfully sensual nature of the facesit combined with the agony of the armbar. She’d smile down at the face between her legs while grinding her thinly covered sex against it, all the while pushing the limits of his arm’s flexibility, threatening to break it if he didn’t submit or find a way to escape.

It was over. Willy was done. Theo knew that the second Mariko opened her eyes and spoke to him.

Oh, he didn’t know what she was about to do, but he could read his partner well enough to know the poor guy was spent. He was big, he was strong, if this match happened again he’d likely do better - but their opponent’s was just dealing with too strong of a hand, and he had to fold. He didn’t have anything left, and Mariko didn’t strike him as the type to play with her food too much. She’d be smart enough to end things soon. A finish wasn’t coming, and it would be his turn.

So, as Mariko continued to grind Willy’s face into the pads, Theo spent his  time stretching out, spreading his arms, getting nice and limber. He’d need his body at 100%, and he’d need it soon.

That, however, was the furthest thing from Willy’s mind, as he struggled to breathe against Mariko’s ass. He’d been admiring it earlier, and he’d wanted a better look, sure, but this? This went way beyond, as she turned that fine, smooth, supple ass into a deadly weapon. He kept thinking that it shouldn’t have been that bad, that he should’ve been able to move his head to the side with ease, but she just pressed back and held him in place with every attempt. She was good at it, like she had years of practice with this ‘hold’, and there was no getting out unless she let him out.

So he was, in a word, fucked. And then it got worse.

She lifted him up and placed a hand on his chest, more teasing, but he thought things might get soft for a moment - he certainly wouldn’t complain if she gave him a break. But that wasn’t to be. The next thing he knew, her legs came up to wrap around his head, and he was getting flipped up and over, brought down to the ground with her crotch coming down on his face. That would’ve been bad enough, but she also grabbed his arm, pulled it back, and, well…

Willy was tough. Strong. Really. But he was also green, and this was the first time he’d been in a submission hold like this. The pain was extreme, lightning shooting through his bones, and there wasn’t anything he could do, really.

He tapped. And tapped. And tapped.

The crowd cheered and the referee called for the elimination, with the bell ringing right after to signify that BlazeWave was half finished. But the other half didn’t pay it much mind. As much as Theo wanted to check on his friend, he knew this was a window that he couldn’t ignore.  The second he was made legal, he jumped over the rope and dashed across the ring. He rushed into range and swung his leg out, trying to hit Mariko with a soccer kick to the chest before she had the chance to get up and mount a defense.

It wasn’t exactly sporting, but after what he’d just seen her do to his bigger, stronger partner, there was no way he’d take this woman lightly.

It didn’t take long. Just a matter of seconds, really. Once Mariko trapped Willy in her torturous hold the rocker was quickly limited to just three options: tap out, pass out, or have his arm broken. Two of those weren’t in control at all and relied on him making the smart choice in a timely manner. That was something he’d struggled to do all match, so much so Mariko wondered if she’d actually have to break the arm to help Willy put his pride aside and do the right thing.

But that wasn’t necessary. He made the wise choice. Maybe for only the first or second time tonight, but he did it all the same. Willy tapped, and Mariko released his arm, but remained seated on his face a moment longer after the bell rang. “There’s a good boy,” she said, petting the top of his head like a dog before grinding her crotch a couple more times against his face. “Now just relax while I deal with…” The sound of approaching footsteps cut off her train of thought, and she looked up just in time to see Theo’s leg right before it smashed right into her chest!

“AGH!!” Mariko cried out as the explosive kick threw her right off of Willy! She rolled over onto her knees, one hand supporting her against the mat while the other rested against her chest. Willy had been the one making all the mistakes to this point, but this time it was Mariko who was paying for a mental slip. All the clues had told her Theo was the smart one between the two. He might’ve been a bit shy, but he hadn’t bitten on her taunts, hadn’t rushed to help Willy in moments where Mariko easily could have seen it coming and stopped him, hadn’t even wanted to accept her challenge. Of course he would be the one to recognize and exploit a blatant opening, and Mariko had given it to him on a silver platter anyway, too caught up in the enjoyment of dominating Willy.

She cursed herself under her breath for the mental slip and tried to get her breathing back under control in the seconds that followed, knowing Theo likely wouldn’t be giving her much time to get her bearings.