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

Willy would’ve called this ‘running away’, but Theo saw it more as a tactical retreat, rolling to the outside to give him recoup time. He’d studied enough matches and seen too many wrestlers mess up because they stayed in the ring when they didn't have to. The last thing, the exact last thing, he wanted to do with Mariko was give her a target to work with, and while being on the apron put him at a positional disadvantage, he wouldn’t have to worry about getting pinned or submitted. It was the closest thing pro wrestling had to a timeout.

He slipped off the edge and stood on the floor, leaning against it as he caught his breath. He took in a gulp of air and straightened up, expecting to see Mariko glaring down on him - instead, he got nothing but an empty ring. His eyes widened in instant panic, realizing what that meant - if he couldn’t see her, it mean she was preparing to do something. Something he couldn’t see until it was too late.

Sad to say, but knowing what was about to happen didn’t meanTheo was able to stop it. He turned around just in time to see her coming at him, leaping up high and slamming into his chest with her knees.

With his head between his legs. He doubted she choose this move for no reason.

Regardless, he would’ve liked to struggle his way out of his, but that blow knocked out what little wind he’d managed to recover, and he found himself stuff under her not-considerable weight.

It was quite rare to see Mariko do anything you could classify as “high-risk.” Suplexes, chokeholds and limb-twisting submissions were more her M.O. A meteora off the apron wasn’t exactly double backflip or anything, but it was still considerably far out of her comfort zone. If she’d acted too late, or if Theo found out what she was up to too soon, this could’ve backfired horribly.

Thankfully, that wasn’t the case. Her knees struck right on the bullseye, bringing the young man straight to the floor with Mariko coming down right on top of him! Straightening up, she shifted to position the crotch of her panties right under his chin, bearing down slightly on his neck. As much as Mariko liked her schoolgirl pins, Theo would probably have been able to throw her off without an extreme effort if she were just sitting on his chest. But sitting practically on his throat, limiting his breath, it would be a more difficult task. Naturally she couldn’t score a pinfall out here, but just holding him down like this for a few moments gave Mariko time to catch her breath and regroup a bit too.

In the meantime, she smirked down at the handsome face framed between her thighs and rested her hands on her hips. “Hey,” she said, as casually as if she were offering a passing greeting. A thought crossed her mind, then she spoke again. “You know, I was planning on trying something like this later. But what the hell…” And with that she suddenly shuffled forward, sit right on Theo’s face with her crotch planted over his mouth and nose!

...Mariko was going to sit on his face, wasn’t she?,

It seemed like a rather natural progression of what was happening at the moment, after all. He was on his back, struggling and getting absolutely nowhere fast. She didn’t weigh all that much, couldn’t have been a pound over 140 soaking wet, but it didn’t take much weight to keep a man down when it was mostly on his neck. He was familiar enough with her wrestling history to know what she was famous for - well, one of the things she was famous for - and she’d already smothered his partner a few minutes ago. There was a logic to it.

And sure enough, she did exactly that, shuffling forward and planting her crotch over his mouth and nose. Theo went in a struggling fit, kicking his legs, shifting left and right, bridging, doing everything in his power to get her off and break the seal over his mouth, and coming up with absolutely nothing.

The only saving grace was the referee. He could barely hear her through Mariko’s legs, but he was fairly sure she’d started the count out, which meant he only had to endure this for about eight or so seconds.

Eight. Long. Seconds.

“Mmmm~” Mariko purred as she sat on Theo’s face, while the crowd roared their approval. She tried to catch his wrists while they flailed about, hoping to limit his struggling while she smothered him. Not that she minded all too much. It forced his face to grind nicely against her thinly covered sex. The stimulating sensation made Mariko lightly bite her lower lip. But she didn’t want it getting so out of hand it might unbalance her or send her stumbling off her perch.

If only she had all night to enjoy this. Theo had a face she’d happily ride to multiple orgasms, match or no match. Unfortunately, the referee had already begun counting for the ring out, and Mariko would only have a handful of seconds to relish this.

“THREE! ...FOUR!”

Mariko grunted in annoyance at the count, but continued the fight to keep Theo pinned and smothered under her. Indulging herself a bit more in the position, she began a slow and steady grind on his face, muffling soft moans that tried to escape her lips.

“FIVE!...SIX!”

Truth be told, Mariko was just as uninterested in winning by countout as she was in a loss or draw that way. She could’ve waited until the count was closer to ten, slid in the ring and taken the free win. But who wanted to see a match end like that? “Ugh, fine…” she said while rolling her eyes, then reluctantly got off of Theo. Hopefully they’d find a chance to pick up where they left off with that some other time down the road.

With her foot, Mariko gave him a hefty shove to push him a bit closer to the ring, then moved to roll under the ropes to re-enter it herself. She wasn’t about to make the mistake of wasting energy trying to pull the bigger wrestler up and throw him in the ring, but a little helping push to give him a better chance of beating the count was fine enough in her eyes. Just as long as he was able to make it back in time…

When Theo has studied moves in preparation for their debut, he’d drilled himself on all the most common techniques and how best to deal with them. Arm wringers, duplexes, headlocks, moonsaults, the basic stuff - but not hentai moves. He’d never bothered looking much into them, since - despite Willy’s protests - they weren’t planning on doing any hentai matches anytime soon.

Now, as he found himself kicking and squirming on the floor while Mariko Ishii smothered him between her legs and worked off on his face, he found himself wishing he’d taken the time.

Strictly for professional reasons, of course.

He’d never thought something like a facesit could be a legitimate submission, but now that he was trapped in one, the strengths of the move were all too apparent. Yes, it was a silly move, but being deprived of air was never not a problem, regardless of the source. And with all the weight coming down on his head, he was trapped. The human body was simply not designed to lift up much weight like this.

Theo’s brief stint on the high school swim team came to save him, though, as he was able to hold on long enough for Mariko to abandon the move and get back in the ring. He gasped and sputtered, more so when she kicked, and found himself staring up at the ceiling. That had been far more of an ordeal than he’d ever bargained for, and his body needed a moment to replenish its stock of air Just a few seconds, and then he’d be-

”Eight!”

”Comethefuckon...”

In a wild, desperate hussle her rolled over to his chest, gripping the apron, pulled his way back into the ring like a madman, getting under the ropes just in time to avoid an even more embarrassing fate than Willy. It was a hollow victory, though, since all that rush had forced his body to work when it was still not done recovering. For the moment, he was just shaking his head as he knelt in the ring, trying to muster enough sense to get back into the match.

Mariko hadn’t left a ton of time left for them to get back in the ring, but getting in first was still a big deal. For those last few seconds Theo would be struggling for air, all while mustering the strength to drag his body off the floor and back into the ring. And what would Mariko be doing during those few seconds? Casually leaning back in one of the corners right by that side of the ring while taking controlled breaths.

It was another one of those small things that fans and observers would often overlook, but could always make a big difference. Theo had a knack for seeing and playing to those sorts of things much better than most when they first arrived here. It was the primary reason he had given her much more of a fight than she’d expected to this point. Hell, there had been a few moments where one small mistake on Mariko’s part could have spelled certain doom. But now Theo was the one in dire straights, and Mariko intended to capitalize on her advantage.

Hence why she’s chosen this particular corner to rest in, just beside the section of the ring Theo would be coming back in through. Mariko hadn’t chosen this spot by accident or coincidence. The moment her foe came back in and rose to her feet, the vixen was on the move again, running straight at him from the side. Suddenly dropping down, Mariko aimed a sliding dropkick right to the side of Theo’s head!

Theo breathed a heavy, labored sigh of relief as he made it into the ring and just managed to break the count. He was woozy, still suffering from the lack of oxygen, but more than able to realize the bullet he’d just dodged. Losing was one thing. Losing by countout was another. As much as he didn’t want BlazeWave’s big first outing to be a disappointment, if they had to take an L, he would’ve preferred it be a legitimate one. Actually being beaten, not taken down by a slow count.

But he was back in. The count stopped. Now he just had to get a bead on Mariko before she-

Oh, there she was. Or, more specifically there were her boots. Heading straight for his face.

Crap.

That single thought was the last thing that went through his head before the impact, a heavy blow that made him see stars and laid him on flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he rapidly blinked. He wasn’t all the way out, but he’d need a few seconds to reboot his brain before he could even think about posing a threat. If this match had proved anything, it was that Mariko Ishii knew how to make use of a ‘few seconds’.

Efficiency was the name of the game. The fewer steps needed to achieve her goal, the better. That wasn’t to say she’d consider cheating to win a match or anything of the sort. But there were no wasted movements when it came to Mariko. Everything she did was done with purpose, and with the foresight of how she intended to follow up. That kind of mindset was a big part of what made her as effective as she was in the ring. Holds were applied with thoughts of what other holds to transition into if the first didn’t work, and how to transition into them from whatever position she was in. Or, more immediately relevant, ring positions were taken specifically with her opponent’s position and vulnerabilities in mind. She knew Theo would be too focused on beating the countout to check his surroundings. So she’d moved into his blindside, and struck at just the right moment.

Mariko was tempted, REALLY tempted, to take advantage of her foe’s state and pick up where she’d just left off outside the ring a few moments ago. He was a good looking guy, his face had made for an incredibly comfy seat, and she’d gotten herself pretty turned on riding and smothering it. Maybe she would’ve done it if Theo had proven less competent in the ring. Victory was in sight. All she had to do was play her cards right, and this one would be a wrap.

First step, she needed to get Theo back to the middle of the ring. And Mariko wasn’t about to waste valuable seconds just harmlessly dragging him over there. She crouched down, one hand grabbing his wrist while the other secured him in a headlock. “Come on now, up you go,” she said while trying to guide him up to a vertical base. Then, hoping to capitalize while he was still dazed, the Japanese vixen wrapped her right arm over his shoulder and her left around his leg. She lowered her base, then with a grunt exploded up and back, aiming to throw Theo over and onto his upper back and neck with an Exploder Suplex!

Theo was in a panic, even if it didn’t seem that way from the sluggish way he was currently moving. It was primarily an internal thing, with his mind trying desperately to regain control of the basic motor functions. He was loopy, but not so loopy that he didn’t realize the danger he was in. Mariko seemed to be taking him far more seriously than she did with Willy, which was flattering in a way, but it also meant that he couldn’t afford to give her any leeway.  Not an inch.

Mariko was taking far more than an inch, however, and he was running out of viable avenues to stop her. She came in and secured his head, trapping him tight with arm strength that most would’ve found surprising. Theo started to put up a struggle, but it was a futile one - there was just not stopping what was coming.

She brought him up and over, showing some shocking core strength, and sent him crashing down onto his upper back. Theo cried out after the impact and went rolling away to his chest on pure reflex, just trying to avoid a pin. I wasn’t much, but it was all he had to offer at the moment.

She may not exactly be a bodybuilder, but Mariko was indeed stronger than people tended to give her credit for. That said, what she just accomplished with her suplex could be attributed more to the strength of her technique than that of her muscles. Generally speaking, Mariko was as carefree as she appeared to be. But she was a perfectionist when it came to her work between the ropes. She had a great training regimen, which incorporated more practice reps than she could hope to count for moves like that one. Her brother made a terrific practice dummy, something many other women in Tension were unfortunately also very aware of by this point.

Picking herself up quickly after throwing Theo down to the mat, she marched over to his downed body. Once again he did the wise thing by getting off his back to avoid the pin. But at the moment that wouldn’t matter. Mariko hadn’t planned to pin him just yet. Standing with one leg at either side of him, she reached one hand down to grab him by the hair, pulling him back up to his knees with her standing over him from behind. It made for a great visual, prompting multitudes of cameras and phones to start taking pictures to immortalize the moment.

Mariko, however, wasn’t paying any attention to the crowd then. Remaining focused on the task at hand, she’d then lean down to wrap an arm around Theo’s neck to place him in a Dragon Sleeper position while raising up to stand and bringing him up with her. But she had no intention of trying to choke him out. Instead, the Japanese vixen would suddenly drop down and twist to the side, bringing her arm down to drive the back of Theo’s head and neck over her knee with her Take 5 finishing move!