Humiliation Match: Yamato Ishii vs Chloe Mason

Humiliation Match
Victory Condition: Submission achieved through humiliation. The winner will be granted 10 minutes to do whatever they wish with the loser.

Some would call Yamato Ishii an idiot for coming back to Tension. His sister was the star between the siblings, everyone knew. Yamato had always just been a victim thrown to the more talented women for the enjoyment of the masses. He had only ever claimed a single victory in a singles match, and that had only happened thanks to a distraction from a friend. The chances he would ever grow into a top level star were comically low.

And yet none of that changed the fact that Yamato loved to wrestle. He’d never been hung up about his record, or had an attitude because he wasn’t challenging for titles, or been embarrassed by the fact that beautiful women had beat him up on TV on a regular basis. He still loved this sport and wanted to be a part of it. Nothing would ever change that.

Yamato:

So when his music played, Yamato excitedly made his way out to the stage and down the aisle, smiling eagerly all the way. Once he got in the ring he held up a fist, prompting a small pocket of cheers. He didn’t exactly demand the same level of excitement Mariko did, but that was fine. All he knew was a win tonight would grant him 10 minutes to do whatever he wanted with his foe. And while he waited for her to join him in the ring, he happily pondered how he’d be spending that time…

Back to Kyoto once again

While some women in Friction may grumble for having to travel for a cross-promotion match, Chloe didn't mind at all. From the smile this woman had as she awaited for the stage hands to arrive while her bodyguards would tend to her needs. The scarlet clad wonsn was more than confident. It was weird though. Someone whose supposed to be in Friction having more success in Tension and well known there than in Friction, her last match ended up with a victory and still undefeated. Streaks were not something she intends to have but it was quite amusing that she hasn't lost to a single male yet. From the looks of things, management decided to give her a bigger challenge.

Well, big in the literal sense.

Yamato Ishii isn't someone she has heard of, but the Ishii name was renowned in Tension, way before Chloe joined it's ranks. Although the famed name was linked to Mariko than it did to her older brother and there was a reason as to why when she did some digging into his archives. One win that he has to his name paired with a lot of embarrassing losses, pretty much the usual when it comes to Tension. Whilst not a regular, there was enough to watch and analyse. Bigger than most challenges she has had so far, but size doesn't always matter. And since this was to be her first match in Tension after a long while since facing the Dancing Passion herself, she was not going to disappoint the people that typically hungered to see more humiliation from the ex-commissioner.

And with the kind of match she was in, Chloe wasn't going to make them wait.

Chloe Mason:

Her theme would play on the loudspeakers, and the crowd gave a larger reception than the previous entrant. More and more, people began to like Chloe and perhaps her post-match antics. Wherever they get to see it this time though, that would have to be seen. Her two bodyguards would be with her as always, carrying her on their shoulders as they walk down the ramp. A weight they could easily handle, given their gargantuan size, much bigger than Yamato. Legs crossed as her presence commanded respect from the audience. Her index finger would twirl the golden locks of hair and her ruby lips curled into a sly smile. She always felt more comfortable in Tension. Perhaps due to the similarities of her own federation back in the States and this league.

They would reach the apron and Chloe would hop off, stepping into the apron and entering the ring with natural flair. The usual ritual would be done, removing her heels before stepping into the ring. Hips naturally swaying side to side, the blonde leaned on the ropes, arms draped over. The bodyguards would part to the sides of the barricade in the meanwhile. Unlike most of her competitors past, she didn't give much attention to the older Ishii sibling. Not that he deserved much of it yet anyways.

Yamato’s jaw dropped for, well...essentially the full duration of Chloe’s entrance. He hadn’t ever considered himself a religious man, but the woman perched comfortably on the shoulders of two large men looked like an absolute goddess. AFW had many of the most attractive female athletes on the planet signed, and Yamato had been in the ring with several of them. But seeing Chloe’s perfect curves, flawless skin and seemingly unshakable confidence, he had no problem admitting his opponent tonight had to be among the most beautiful women he’d ever met.

His eyes remained glued to her mesmerizing frame as she entered the ring. He watched her take off her heels and...damn, even her feet looked as smooth and flawless as the rest of her. It was readily clear she took excellent care of them. A few seconds later his eyes were following up the length of her sexy legs until they settled on her slowly swaying hips, which nearly held him in a hypnotic trance. Then it suddenly, finally registered in his mind that he’d been staring and gawking at her like a fool this whole time, and he blushed, awkwardly trying to recompose himself.

“Oh! I, uh…” *cough* “Sorry about that… Uh, good luck tonight,” he said, extending a hand toward Chloe. It was too late to pretend he hadn’t been staring, but he hoped the handshake might at least save him the slightest bit of face.

Although Chloe paid no mind to her opponent, she did catch Yamato gawking at her from when she entered and up till now when she waits on the turnbuckle. Even in her 30s and she's getting looks like that. One could say she's doing a pretty good job taking care of her body. And she definitely does, a routine set specifically for her.

She wondered how long he was gonna keep staring but Yamato was unabashedly staring at Chloe, particularly something below her face. And it's not even her chest. It was her lower body. Liked what he sees? Her eyes followed his, taking note how long it was going to take before either her or the referee would turn his attention to reality.

Eventually he snapped out of his hypnotic gaze, all before extending a hand for her to accept. She looked at it for a beat before looking up at the bigger opponent. An eyebrow raised and a slight smirk appeared on her lips as the bell rang loud. She would take the hand, giving a business like handshake, which is to mean firm, but not too hard. "Thanks. You'll definitely be needing it though."

All of a sudden, Chloe twisted the arm that she has a hold off anti-clockwise before raising her leg up, streaking it high just to smack her foot right into the side of his face!

Yamato was certain Chloe had noticed him staring. It had been so blatant no one could’ve missed it, even a few pockets of spectators briefly laughed and giggled at him. But he was beyond relieved that she didn’t draw attention to it to embarrass him further, and a tad surprised that she came forward and accepted his handshake. There was always a dangerous risk with moments like these in pro-wrestling, but this time it all worked out just fine.

...Or so he thought.

He was just opening his mouth to respond to Chloe’s words, which he’d initially thought was mere playful banter, when suddenly she twisted his arm out to the side. And well before Yamato even knew what was coming, her foot slammed directly into the side of his face! The unexpected kick knocked him for a loop. He staggered a couple of quick steps before falling to a knee, how far he had gone from Chloe depended on whether or not she continued holding onto his wrist.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the proverbial cobwebs and unscramble his brain. And it goes without saying that isn’t the kind of state any wrestler ever wanted to be in, especially against an opponent who could strike as quickly and suddenly as this woman could.

Gullible too. A fine prey she is paired against.

Chloe would at least forgive him for gawking. He couldn't help himself and he must have liked what he saw. She didn't bring it up, saving him of some humiliation. That's not to mean that he wouldn't face any tonight.

A point Chloe drilled into Yamato's head after that kick. The larger man falling to his knee after getting clocked by Chloe's foot striking him on the head. True, one well-placed kick could knock someone for a loop but that easily? She wondered is he really tough like her younger sister.

Though she wouldn't dwell into that for long, still grabbing a hold of Yamato's arm and making sure he doesn't venture too far. Only giving him a sly smirk before she stepped in, bringing her leg up before a hook kick swung towards his cheek. Though that wouldn't be enough as she seeked to swing the leg back to hit the other cheek. Her intention is to slap the oldest Ishii sibling loopy with the continuous Hook/Roundhouse Kick combo that she has going, resting her leg on his outstretched arm. How long she does it depends on how much Yamato would let her get away with.

Yamato would’ve stumbled further away from Chloe on his way down to a knee, if not for Chloe holding onto his arm. He felt a slight snag on the limb bringing him to a sudden stop. A wiser fighter, even if a little dazed, would’ve picked up on the looming danger accompanying that feeling. Mariko certainly would’ve. But Yamato, despite being the physically stronger of the Ishii siblings, never quite had the ring awareness his sister had.

The second he looked back up toward Chloe he was met with a stiff smack from her sole, rocking his head to the side, followed immediately by another kick from the other side of her foot sending his head right back the opposite direction. Back and forth, back and forth the cycle went as Chloe smacked him silly with her foot. All the while, Yamato found himself noticing peculiar details. The softness of her sole, the surprising lack of any kind of unpleasant smell, the brief glimpses he was getting between kicks of her perfect leg, and her eyes looking down on him while she kicked away at him. He wondered why these were the thoughts racing through his head, but he couldn’t think straight while having his face repeatedly kicked.

Finally, he reached his free arm to grab onto her leg en route to another kick. What he’d do after stopping it, Yamato hadn’t figured out yet. He just knew he couldn’t afford to take too many more of these kicks.

He doesn’t seem to be the brightest tool in the shed, doesn’t he?

Though Chloe certainly wasn’t complaining. Easy prey can still be delectable and she was going to have as much fun as she could find. There was much to explore on the bigger man. How much he could endure her unique kind of punishment? How much does he like it even? Many of her opponents tend not to answer well to the second question but there are a surprising few that do. The blonde wouldn’t put it passed him that he might do.

Considering how long her foot smacked him silly from one side to the other. Doing this while balancing on one leg isn’t as easy of a feat for the ordinary person, but also the grace that she shows doing so. While Chloe doesn’t know what is currently going through Yamato’s mind at the moment, it didn’t matter to her at the moment as she relished with every satisfying smack and impact her foot connected at his cheeks. That is until Yamato pumped the brakes on all of this and grabbed at her leg before it could connect. Chloe looked down with a cocked up eyebrow, curious, seeing the damage she delivered on her face already. Her toes wriggled near his face, her grip on his arm did not relent in the slightest.

“Oh? So there’s some fight in you after all…” She chuckled as she looked down, but just as quickly, the blonde leapt off her standing leg, swinging towards Yamato’s head, attempting a hard-hitting enziguri!

Yamato had managed to stop the fairly embarrassing onslaught of foot slaps from Chloe, though it took far longer for him to do so than it probably should’ve. Either way, now that he’d finally caught the leg and managed to keep it still, he found himself wondering “What now?”

Mariko was definitely the Ishii with the better ring IQ. Even though it wasn’t easy to think through a plan while simultaneously getting kicked in the head, she would’ve moved on instinct the second she secured an opponent’s limb. Yamato, on the other hand, started manually trying to think through the situation at a point where he really should have already acted. Both his arms were occupied, both legs focused on holding his balance, and...Chloe’s toes wiggled quite distractingly right in front of his eyes.

The boy’s mind was finally starting to form an idea involving lunging forward to try to tackle the blonde beauty to the ground by just throwing his body into her, since she wasn’t in an ideal position of balance either. But before Yamato could do anything with the thought, Chloe’s other leg came up and slammed right into the side of his head! Immediately Yamato fell, first onto his side before rolling onto his back. The hand that had held onto his opponent’s leg a second ago now rubbed against the aching spot on his skull, and a low groan escaped his lips as he tried to ease himself up a bit.

While it did take him quite a while to do so, Yamato showed to have had some resistance to Chloe. Which was interesting. He’s at least not so much a doormat than Chloe had expected. Still, it seemed as if the man wasn’t in much of a hurry when it came to doing something else. Several beats passed and there wasn’t really much action from Yamato, possibly to do with the fact that he was focused on that foot that smacked he face silly, something that Chloe took notice before she would land that enziguri.

She landed on her side, but Yamato was way worse off than Chloe is at the moment, rolling onto his back and clutching his head. The grip on his arm would be let go in favour of the enziguri but as she sees him rubbing at the part of his aching skull, the blonde had a nice idea. Being on the ground isn’t somewhere that she’s known to be dangerous in but nothing to look pass at when it comes to Chloe.

Chloe would scoot forward, seeking to grab at the arm that is rubbing at his head in an effort to pull it towards her and between her legs. Anyone who is combat savvy would notice that she would attempt an armbar, though that isn’t the only thing that Chloe was going for. That would be with both feet coming up towards the face of Yamato, one placing his sole at his mouth and the other seeking to pinch the nose shut with her toes for a move that she had yet to do, but hopefully get the chance to fully lock-in, that move called She Got Sole.