Yajiri Kasamatsu vs Mistress Paige

Standard Match, Hentai Allowed
Victory Condition: Pinfall, Submission, Countout or KO

“Oh no…”

Yajiri couldn’t believe what she’d gotten herself into. The girl had taken a couple years off from wrestling to focus on college. After graduating she’d taken the next few months to get back into ring shape before making her official comeback. When told they had a match for her, she’d all to eagerly agreed, assuming it would be another simple one-on-one like every other match she’d had. But when she got to the arena tonight and saw the match card, next to hers were two words.

“Hentai Allowed.”

What was Yajiri going to do? She’d never competed in anything like this before. And the fact that her opponent had “Mistress” in her name couldn’t have been anything but a bad omen. But maybe it would be ok. After all, “hentai allowed” didn’t mean this was a hentai match. She still just needed to pin this woman to get her win. Simple, right? Of course she knew that wasn’t the case, but she tried to stay calm and optimistic. Panicking wouldn’t help her here, though that didn’t stop her heart rate from doubling the moment her music began to play over the speakers.

Yajiri:

Taking a deep breath, Yajiri strode through the curtain and marched straight down to the ring. She tried not to look at too many people’s faces. The more aware she was of how many people would be watching, the harder this would be for her.

She rolled under the bottom rope and popped up, bouncing on the balls of her feet then stretching her limbs out while getting settled in her corner. “You can do this,” she silently told herself, once again trying to control her nerves while awaiting the arrival of her opponent.

All of Yajiri’s efforts to calm her nerves were undone the instant her opponent’s voice came over the speakers. The first sound of it made her jolt where she stood as if a ghost had appeared in front of her. Immediately after, she was treated to the sight of what many seeing it for the first time would likely describe as one of the more flashy and grandiose entrances of any wrestler they’d seen in some time.

From Yajiri’s point of view, the lights, smoke and rising platform all served as further signs that she was right to be worried. Not that an entrance alone necessarily dictated a wrestler’s skill level. But everything about it emphasized how different this all was to anything she was used to. From her own entrance to her in-ring arsenal, Yajiri was all about the basics. There was nothing basic or standard about this match tonight, nor with the woman seductively sauntering down to the ring. From the body suit to the riding crop, she was everything Yajiri imagined and more when she’d seen “Mistress” in the name of her opponent tonight. She was incredibly gorgeous, and the scandalous nature of her attire made the young Japanese girl blush shyly.

Though clearly intimidated, her eyes drank in the sight of the woman, swallowing a lump in her throat while Paige gave her luscious rump a nice shake for the camera before fully entering the ring. Her foe uttered her signature catchphrase, but what really took Yajiri by surprise was the crowd loudly shouting it right along with the dominatrix. The sudden boom of their voices calling out as one startled her and made her jump again. And then all seemed to be quiet, the eyes of Mistress Paige and the Friction fans all on her. She felt like they were waiting for some kind of response from her to her opponent and her flashy entrance, but what on earth could she possibly even conceive as an answer to that?! While her mind scrambled to decide the appropriate reaction, another noise added to her problems.

Ding!

The bell rang, and suddenly the match was on! Yajiri frantically looked first at the ref, then around to the timekeeper and announcers. No one had a word to say to her, only watching to see what she would do now. It made her feel like a little mouse thrown into a cage with a snake, while everyone else just watched on from outside the glass.

“Th-that was...quite an entrance…” she said, trying her best to seem as calm and collected as possible. “But it’s gonna take more than a fancy show like that to take me down!” With that she put her arms up and, steeling her resolve, rushed in with her arms up, attempting to initiate a lockup with the dominatrix!

An immense wave of relief washed over Yajiri when she saw Paige toss the riding crop aside. If she were lucky enough, maybe she could end this match before that ever actually came into play. That felt like a really big “if” but it was still a glimmer of hope, and that was more than she had when she first came out to the ring. All she had to do was wrestle this her way, and as long as she didn’t give the dominatrix an opening to turn this into a pseudo-hentai match, she had a chance.

For a brief moment it seemed Yajiri’s assessment was justified as Paige came in to lock up with her. This was where the young grappler was at her most comfortable. Maybe she could handle this after all. But…she couldn’t help but notice the fine details of Paige’s body her outfit did such a wonderful job of highlighting, specifically her amazing curves. Yajiri hadn’t ever looked at an opponent the way she was looking at Paige now. And she didn’t even realize she was staring until the dominatrix slipped behind her.

“Ah!” she yelped when she felt her butt press back against her foe’s crotch, blushing at the intimate contact and the realization of why she had hesitated a second ago. From here the escape should’ve been simple: grab the hand, loosen the grip, then spin out into a hold of her own. But the nervous girl, squirming at the sultry voice whispering into her ear, couldn’t get a good hold of Paige’s wrist, and found herself wriggling in her foe’s clutches instead.

“I...won’t let you!” she said, trying to sound stronger than she felt. Maybe even more embarrassing was the fact that in her heart she knew she didn’t hate how this felt...

It was a really, really good thing Yajiri didn’t know about Paige’s wrestling background. She was struggling enough as it was just dealing with the dominatrix’s sensual teasing. One of the few things keeping her mentally in this was the hope that maybe her technical skills might be enough to overcome Paige’s erotic tactics. If she knew that on top of already getting in her head and under her skin was also a skilled grappler, well...it’s good she didn’t know.

In any case, the young brunette was having quite a bit of trouble getting out of Paige’s clutches, which she largely attributed to her sultry, teasing words. The thought of being treated like a pet by Paige, fueled by the words spoken seductively into her ear, caused her blush to flare anew. “I’m not..your dog!” she (ironically) barked in defiance.

But if Yajiri was already blushing before, the red shade coloring her face deepened and darkened considerably when Pagie began to manipulate her into rubbing her butt into the dominatrix’s crotch! “H-hey! Stop that!” Yajiri said, before practically squealing in shock and embarrassment when Paige’s hand trailed much further up than the brunette would’ve liked. One hand went to that wrist to try to pry it away while the other made the same effort with Paige’s other wrist. It was likely a futile effort, considering Yajiri was smaller and weaker than her foe, and her arms had little chance of overpowering Paige’s. But this woman was making it damn near impossible to think straight. Yajiri couldn’t make a gameplan like this. She was reacting solely on impulses she wasn’t at all used to feeling in a wrestling match, and it wasn’t doing much at all to help her situation...

Just when it seemed Yajiri had blushed as deep and dark as her body was capable of, Paige proved any such thought wrong. The brunette moaned at the words softly spoken into her ear, and her face turned a shade of red it might never have quite experienced before. It was almost as if the domme was doing that deliberately, like she had set a personal score or mark with Yajiri’s blush and wanted to see how far she could push it. Maybe not the most likely presumption, but that was how the young rookie felt at least.

For a mere second after she clung onto Paige’s wrists, everything suddenly stopped. But then that ominous giggle told her she was far from safe. In that incredibly brief span of time Yajiri went from having a small, fleeting sense of hope, to feeling it get yanked right out from under her.

Before she could make any attempt to stop it, she was raised up off the ground, only to be brought right back down onto Paige’s knee with a pained yelp. If the domme let go of her she’d drop to the mat and try to start rolling and sliding toward the ropes, all while her hands instinctively moved to cover and nurse her aching tailbone. But if Paige held onto her throughout, the brunette would simply find herself squirming on the dominatrix’s knee, which anyone could guess would be far from an ideal position for Yajiri.