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

The ropes. Theo just had to get to the ropes. He could tell Mariko was setting up for something, though he wasn’t familiar enough with her moveset to guess exactly what. But if he could just reach the ropes it wouldn’t matter a bit. He could regroup, get a breather and figure out a way to do...something. Anything to halt her momentum. Even at this stage.

It was a nice thought. But it wasn’t happening, and that would become crystal clear when he felt those soft fingers of hers lacing into his hair, hauling him up from behind and forcing him to bend back in the dragon sleeper position. At first, he thought that was what she was going for, or some variation of it. That, he could endure, at least long enough to reach the ropes. Maybe.

His hopes - and the back of his head - were dashed, however, when she revealed her true intentions, rolling him abot and bringing him down for a hard crash into her knee, hammering the back of his skull. It was a wild, effective move, and one that brought him right to the edge of consciousness, leaving him a mumbling wreck in her grasp. The lights were on, but dimmed, and everyone could see it.

As the stars danced in front of his eyes, Theo tried to stay awake, but he knew it was futile at this point. Game, set, match.

The crowd gasped in unison at the impact of Mariko’s finisher, which had the promising rookie seeing stars. After being away from this as long as she had, hitting that move had felt pretty damn great. Theo had given her much better of a fight than she could’ve possibly predicted. But this one was as good as finished. All that was left was to wrap it up in a nice little bow.

Rather than hook a leg, in typical Mariko Ishii fashion, the vixen threw a leg over his head and planted her ass right down onto his face in a reverse facesit, and she pressed her hands firmly on his pecs. “Oyasumi~” she said, getting comfortable in her perch while the ref knelt down and slapped the mat to start the count.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

It was safe that, when Theo woke up this morning, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and looked on to the day ahead of him, he, at no point, imagined that he would find himself underneath Mariko Ishii’s ass at any point, much less as the way he’d lose the match. Life could throw curveballs, sometimes. Weird, kinky curves.

He was done. The crowd knew he was done. The ref knew it. Mariko knew it. The only thing left to do was the pin, and he’d already accepted that was going to happen, since he was already hanging on the edge of consciousness.

And, to be fair, she did pin him. Just in the most humiliating way possible.

”No, wait, don’t-” Theo blurted out some quick pleas, but he would’ve been better off saving his breath, a fact he learned a scant second later, as her fulsome backside covered his face. He made a brief, squirming struggle to get free, but that last move had him too wiped, and he was already low on oxygen. It was more of a twitch than anything. Not enough to get free, and not enough to stop…

”3…!”

...that.

Even underneath her ass, he could feel the muffled three count, and his body deflated along with it. He was already beginning to fade as the bell rang, well on his way to unconsciousness, and it honestly didn’t sound like the worst thing to happen. Just go out. Maybe he’d wake up backstage, and it would save him the long walk.

And just like that, this one was over.

The bell rang to make it official. Mariko Ishii had just picked up an emphatic victory to mark her return to Tension! Hearing her music come back on while the crowd cheered, she spent a few moments taking it all in. Often she cared so little about what the fans thought of her that they were practically an afterthought to her. But hearing their support now, tonight of all nights, it was a special feeling, one she wouldn’t forget any time soon.

Suddenly she remembered that this whole time she’d been basking in the scene of it all, she’d still been sitting comfortably on Theo’s face, causing her to giggle as she looked down at his pinned frame. “Almost done here, big guy. Just hang in there a bit longer,” she said, then turned her head toward the nearest ringside photographer. Mariko rested her hands casually on her hips and gave the camera a playful side wink while the photographer snapped the picture. Only then did she finally unseat herself from Theo’s handsome face, standing over his body to check on him.

“Hey. You still awake down there?”

Nope, Theo was out like a light.

He’d tried to put up a little struggle at first, going along with his body’s natural tendencies, but that turned out to be a futile effort, especially after the final count and the music hit. He was done. Clearly done. There was no reason to fight now. She’d be getting off soon, right? Any moment, now.

Any moment.

Any…

He was fading before he knew what happened, drifting off in the softness as the stars filled his eyes. He drifted off with a whimper, not a bang, and when Mariko finally lifted up, she’d find a sleepy, slobbering mess of a boy beneath her.

He was out like a light. Maybe Mariko had spent just a few moments too many sitting on Theo’s face. She’d planned on complimenting him on the fight he gave her, and give him a few encouraging words. That wasn’t something Mariko had done often, if ever at all. Go figure the time she feels it’s appropriate, she gets a bit carried away and knocks the guy out in the post-match posing.

Oh well, she’d find another time to tell him later.

For now, she just shrugged, offered one last farewell wave to the cheering audience, then stepped through the ropes to exit the ring. No more posing or crowd pandering came as she sauntered back up the entrance ramp, but the Japanese vixen was grinning happily the whole way, even as she went through the curtain to return to the backstage area. It was clear she’d missed this. In many ways it felt like she was reliving the thrilling emotions of her debut night. All in all, it could hardly have gone any better.