Yajiri Kasamatsu vs Mistress Paige

Yajiri was fortunate that her attention was so focused on dealing with the pain of the atomic drop than the viewing crowd. If she was aware just how many people were enjoying the sight of her rolling and squirming around, thrusting her but about while rubbing at it with her hands, her embarrassment just might have reached an all new high. Although, at the current rate of things, that seemed likely to happen at some point regardless.

The brunette reached the ropes, and for a brief moment thought she had bought herself a bit of time and space to collect herself...until she felt Paige grabbing her and shifting her position. Before she could even figure out exactly what the dominatrix was doing, Yajiri’s neck was pressed into the rope, while Paige’s leg draped itself over her shoulder, essentially bringing the vaudevillain to sit on Yajiri’s upper back, neck and shoulder to hold her there.

For the first second or two the rookie’s hands tried to push and pull anything they could find to try to deal with the ropes. But once Paige began to tug on her nostrils and mess with her face, Yajiri’s efforts became a frenzied effort, alternating between trying to fend off Paige’s hands and trying to force herself off the rope, with neither having any noticeable success. Some in the crowd laughed at the funny faces the dominatrix was forcing Yajiri to make. Others whooped and hollered at the position Paige had her trapped in, as if they wouldn’t mind trading places with her. Yajiri bet they’d reconsider after feeling a thinly wrapped steel cable pressed into their throat. Or, maybe they wouldn’t. Yajiri was far from an expert on kinks, but even she was aware they took many, many forms. In any case, it seemed the only one interested in Yajiri being allowed to breathe in the immediate future was the ref.

“Come on, Paige, off the ropes! One! Two! Three!...”

Even in the episodic scripts of her superhero Sentai show, where some of the later seasons began running afoul of hackneyed television tropes and formulaic plot structures that always ended with a heart-warming lesson at the teenage heroes' community center, there were just some villainous traits never grew old in the eyes of their viewers. One of them being how it was always the most stalwart and seemingly incorruptible of heroes who clashed well with Mistress Paige's alluring eccentricities when in the middle of a flashy pyrotechnic battle. The salacious banter and sense of hopelessness she could instill within the hero always made it seem like the hero was on the verge of succumbing to her bewitching sensuality, with abject humiliation being one tool at her disposal towards gradually breaking the hero's supposedly incorruptible will...and was now being used with great effect towards whittling away at the stalwart hero currently being straddled against the ropes.

"Ara~...Such lewd faces being made from Mrs. Super Serious~...Smile for the camera, dearie~..." Paige maliciously ridiculed Yajiri from above with a sinister sneer, puppeteering the forlorn rookie into mushing her lips together into a kissy duckface or hooking her nostrils into a demeaning pig snout. The full weight of vaudevillian being leveraged against the back of Yajiri's neck and making this situation as inescapable as it was outlandishly humiliating for the forlorn hero of this episode. But the threat of a disqualification loss bringing this match to an anticlimactic ending compelled Paige to mercifully acquiesce to the referee's yammering insistence of releasing the brunette. Yajiri having the freedom of movement once more as the dominatrix stepped to the side of where the rookie was strung up and lackadaisically leaned with her back to the ropes and legs crossed. Hooking her arms over the top ropes behind her, smirking over her shoulder at the fans being won over by Paige's alluring techniques.

Yajiri couldn’t quite recall if she had ever experienced such a high degree of pain and embarrassment simultaneously before. With neither the leverage nor movement capability to combat the Mistress’ tactics, she could only squirm and writhe while enduring it all. Paige’s weight pressing her neck down onto the rope and choking her was bad enough on its own. But then, forced to make a series of less than flattering faces thanks to her foe’s manipulation of her features and hearing just how much fun the crowd was having watching it all only magnified her embarrassment many times over. Fortunately the ref finally stepped in to break it up, and at last the rookie was given a chance to breathe again.

Gasping and coughing, Yajiri slumped off the ropes and flopped down on the mat right by Paige’s feet, with her back turned to the dominatrix. A hand rested over her sore neck while she fought to get her breathing back under control. After a moment or two Yajiri pulled herself into a crawl toward the nearest corner. Assuming she could get there uninterrupted, she’d turn around into a sitting position with her back leaning against the bottom turnbuckle.

It wasn’t the most ideal place in the ring to be, and Yajiri knew that, but she still needed another moment or two before she would be ready to try pulling herself all the way back up to her feet. If allowed those moments she’d grab onto the ropes and begin the attempt. But whether Paige granted her such a merciful opportunity or not after her borderline villainous tactics, Yajiri was far from feeling like any kind of hero at the moment...

Never one to brag...well, unless otherwise questioned about her impeccable acting technique's or flawless flair for villainous extravagance, Paige nevertheless found it impossible for her not to pat herself on the back for how thoroughly she had taken the reins of this match. The vaudevillian putting on a grandiose show of mushing her opponent's visage into shameful kissy faces and hooking pig snorts that would assuredly be compressed into gifs for a level of infamy Yajiri would probably not appreciate, even if it did consequently up her popularity levels online. Though it was all shortlived after simultaneously enthralling the audience with her kinky foreplay while leaving her rookie opponent ragged, winded, breathless...all in the most literal of senses.

"Mmwah~...Mmwah~..." Paige taking a moment to blow and whisk away sultry kisses towards the masses surrounding the ring as she strutted towards the middle of the ring, while Yajiri made her humbling crawl towards the nearest ringpost. Who no doubt was assuredly yearning for a moment's reprieve from the overbearing dominatrix and her star-studded performance...so it was that with a swivel in Yajiri's direction and a sinister gleam in her cerulean eyes, Paige would take off sprinting right towards the seated rookie. At the last second twisting in place for a full-speed hip attack with her banging backside, one not relented on without a suggestive swish of her hips from side to side with a certain brown-haired rookie's face mushed against her thonged rump, to cat-calling acclaim as Paige sauntered out from the corner.

It hadn’t yet occured to Yajiri that when she returned to the locker room and looked at her phone, her social media notifications will likely be blown up with AFW fans spamming her with countless reminders from multiple different angles of the humiliation she endured tonight. If she were lucky, perhaps the worst of it had already come to pass...though that would probably be wishful thinking. Luck hadn’t been on Yajiri’s side at all tonight, and there was nothing to indicate any change in that regard awaited in the rookie’s immediate future.

If anything, her current position was a definite sign of the opposite.

Even as inexperienced as Yajiri was, she knew sitting back against the bottom turnbuckle was one of the worst places a wrestler could find themselves in the ring. It was an incredibly vulnerable position, very easy for the opponent to attack and very difficult to protect oneself from it. Yajiri was there for pretty much the only reason anyone was ever there - she was tired and needed a moment to recover. But Paige recognized how helpless Yajiri was, and was immediately capitalizing.

By the time the rookie looked up and saw her foe coming, the dominatrix was already throwing herself into the corner. Yajiri saw Paige turning, and suddenly her foe’s shapely rear slammed directly into her face! The impact itself was powerful and jarring, made worse by what came next. Mistress Paige’s backside remained firmly planted over the face of the young rookie, whose shouts of protest were muffled by Paige’s rump and the thunderous cheering of the crowd. The dominatrix’s ass shifted from side to side, pushing Yajiri’s face right along with it! She squirmed and writhed, then finally began gasping for air as Paige at last released her and moved out from the corner.

Yajiri wasn’t a fool. She had followed wrestling, this league in particular, long enough to know that her face was eventually going to get sat on, one way or another. It was just an inevitability, but that didn’t make her first experience with it any less embarrassing. Her face was red, and not just from fatigue and lack of oxygen. She finally pulled herself out of the corner, using the ropes as a guide as she crawled, finally using them to attempt pulling herself back up to her feet. What came next, she didn’t have the slightest idea. But she’d just learned the hard way that the corner was no place to look for time to rest in moments like this, and knew she shouldn’t stay there any longer than she had.

Twas not for Paige to ruminate on the decision-making that comes into place when wrestlers scurry and skedaddle towards the nearest turnbuckle whenever they seek refuge from an opponent giving them a run for their money. Cornering oneself doing more to aid the nefarious villianess' approach than impede it given that now there was nowhere else for Yajiri to retreat to, but Paige was willing to cut the scrambling rookie some slack considering she was probably more concerned with getting precious air back into her lungs rather than concentrate on where she was even cutely crawling off to. Flummoxed panicking and embarrassed distress being the perfect motivations Paige loves to instill within her heroic adversaries, especially ones she longs to groom into hapless playthings obediently propping themselves on all fours in front of her lest they wish to further embrace the loving torment of her whip once more~...

...but perhaps Paige was getting ahead of herself. Further degrading disciplining needing to be doled out first and foremost, and indeed it had by the vile vaudevillian plastering her sumptuous rump into the young rookie's frazzled facial features. One or two supple sways later allowing Yajiri the freedom of not having her puffed up visage smushed up against the domme's lovely backside, and the freedom to choose a better place to retreat to this time around. Paige sensually arching over to caress the back of her thighs all the way up to the curvature of her ass with a luscious licking of her glossed lips earning her a larger fanbase by the second, though perhaps enabling the frazzled brunette too much to recoup before the mistress re-approached the newblood struggling to gain some verticality once again. Yajiri finding her way back to her feet, but also finding both of her arms slung over the top rope by Paige. Who with a malicious smirk would slowly trail her tongue up her hand and attempt to deliver a stinging knife-edge chop square to the rookie's jutted out and perky chest.

A sudden burst of life from the crowd momentarily confused Yajiri, but it took only a second or two to guess what the cause had been. She hadn’t seen what Paige was doing, but based on the sounds of the whoops, hollers and whistling that echoed through the arena, it seemed safe to assume she’d just posed or something to put her luscious curves on alluring display. Ordinarily such a thing wouldn’t mean much at all to the brunette. But the focus everyone was so emphatically putting on Paige’s gorgeous figure only served as a much unneeded reminder of how the dominatrix had just used those curves to briefly turn Yajiri’s face into a seat cushion.

Involuntarily reliving that moment in her head, the young girl’s face flushed red with embarrassment once again. She’d known something like that would happen at some point, but being so helpless while being smothered by her opponent’s ass had felt even more humiliating than she could’ve imagined. But the most embarrassing part...the fact that Yajiri could now distinctly remember how soft and comfortable Paige’s backside had felt against her face, and that she hadn’t hated it nearly as much as she thought she would’ve.

She had to push the thought aside when she realized Paige was about to move on the attack again, this time with her arm pulled back and ready to lash out with a chop at her. But this time, the rookie saw what was coming with time to react. And right as the dominatrix's hand went flying, Yajiri ducked down under it and shoved off the ropes to quickly shift beneath Paige's arm and get behind her. Her arms hurried to wrap around her enemy's perfectly curved waist, and she had to forcibly shove down the distracting thoughts about the feeling of Paige's luscious rear resting against her hips. Grunting loudly with the effort, Yajiri would then try to hoise Paige up and over while bridging backward, hoping to drive her down with a surprise German Suplex, maintaining her bridge for a pin attempt if she could pull the move off!

Scant few wrestlers nowadays could truly appreciate the art of theatricality when it came to captivating an audience. Be it through signature catchphrases, stirring speeches meant to tug at one's heartstrings...or in Paige's diabolical case, merely a provocatively sinful gesture that titillated, as well as tantalized. Being the center of everyone's gawking attention with but a flirtatious showcasing of her sultry wiles and stellar acting prowess was where the dominatrix's star simply shined the brightest, Paige becoming positively elated from the audience rousing reaction. Who with their hooting catcalls and lecherous ogling indicated to Paige that she practically had them eating out of the palm of her hand~...oh, which reminded the domme to return to her task of disciplining the stalwart brunette until she's naught but a submissive puppy dog lapping with her tongue out and meekly awaiting her master's commands~...

Paige sneered maliciously in the prolonged wind up before what would have been a thunder-clapping slap of a knife-edge chop against Yajiri's supple breasts, but it seemed that the brunette's date with a collar and leash was going to be prolonged indefinitely. A slipping tumble into the ropes taking place as Paige yelped with widened eyes from whiffing her maneuver completely, the domme leveraging herself against the ropes with both hands clasping the top tether when she suddenly felt a disconcerting grip around her waist. Paige's subpar math skills meaning that she couldn't put two and two together fast enough to counter being heaved backward and implanted in a picture perfect German Suplex. A slight wiggle to her luscious ass protruding into the air as Paige scrunched her face with legs dangling at a crooked angle...yet still having the wherewithal to emphatically kickout of the pin count right after faintly overhearing the number "2!!!".

The moment Paige kicked out of the pin, the arena was filled with a collective gasp from the audience just as loud as when the suplex had been hit. Thus far the dominatrix had been in such clear and firm control that, in this one moment that Yajiri had gotten the upper hand, it seemed like the rookie might actually steal the match away from underneath Paige!

Yajiri slapped the mat in frustration, but tried to stay focused. “Alright, what next?” she muttered aloud to herself. The surprise German Suplex had been executed on the fly, not as part of some meticulously crafted gameplan. Yajiri hadn’t had a follow-up in mind in case this didn’t work. And now that it hadn’t, Paige was being given free precious moments of recovery time while Yajiri struggled to find the next piece of the puzzle.

Eventually deciding maybe another suplex would be the right way to go, she finally hurried over to Paige and went to put an arm around the back of her head, pulling her up if she wasn’t already there, while using the other arm to try to hook it around one of her foe’s sexy legs. If she could secure the position, then from there she’d grunt while attempting to lift Paige up and over for a Fisherman Suplex!

What Paige wished for more than anything was for this wrestling match...to hopefully not evolve into one. Paige by no means being grappling illiterate, but her clear and present talents skewed more towards the sensually evocative. And from minute one, she knew for a fact that Yajiri's proficiency came about when headlocks were exchanged and suplexes were swapped. The dominatrix scarcely managing to buck out of one such suplex with stunned exhalations from the audience wholeheartedly believing that to be the conclusion of the match given how last-second Paige's abrupt kickout turned out to be.

Tossing herself over to her side afterwards, Paige lumbered upward as best she could given how distorted her vision was after getting drilled into the canvas upside down like that. She shielded and nursed the back of her cranium with a flinching grimace until her attempts at straightening herself out reached a roadblock in the form of Yajiri slotting her head underneath the rookie's armpit for a decidedly ominous feeling trailing down the back of the dominatrix's spine. Balancing herself on one leg after having her leg hooked, Paige yelped from being hauled overhead and planted into her back to make the canvas shutter from the impact and with limited movement afforded to her afterwards given her curled up predicament...

"1!...2!..."

...but one she'd wriggle her way out of with an up-spring of defiant strength, Paige flopping over and disheveled from having become the rookie's spiky-haired suplex dummy.