Mariko Ishii vs Priscilla Haynes

2 Out Of 3 Falls Submission Match
Victory Conditions: The first wrestler to score two submissions over the other will be the winner.

Mariko Ishii:

The first few seconds of Mariko Ishii's entrance music announced her arrival, sparking a wave of boisterous cheers from the Tension crowd as she emerged onto the stage! She glanced around the crowd with a small grin. She’d always found their welcoming reaction to her quite amusing, but only since her recent return did it stir a genuine feeling of appreciation within her. Mariko was going to continue doing things her way, of course, but it was nice to know they were glad to see her back.

The violet-haired vixen sauntered her way down the aisle, giving her hips just enough extra shake to subtly emphasize her beautiful curves without appearing unnatural. She ascended the steps and slipped through the ropes to enter the ring, then casually walked into her corner, where she leaned back against the turnbuckles with her arms resting over the top rope on either side of her. There she awaited the arrival of Priscilla Haynes.

Mariko had never met the woman before, and even after some brief, routine pre-match research knew little about her other than she was exceedingly attractive and a skilled grappler. Grappling being one of Mariko’s primary strengths as well, she was very much looking forward to this one. Who would end up bending the other into submission? On top of the fact that it should be quite a fun athletic contest, Mariko would be lying if she said thinking about grappling with this curvaceous beauty didn’t excite her in more ways than one...

It had been a while since the last time Priscilla had her match. She had been on a hiatus for a while, recovering from the injuries that she received in her last match, which ended with her loss. This time, the elegant wrestler was determined to pick up a win from this match as she would put on her wrestling outfit. Satisfied with her appearance, she would wait for her moment to make her appearance.

As she made her appearance, her entrance music was played, and she made her way out to the ramp as the crowd cheered for her. She nodded and smiled slightly as she made her way towards the ring, where her opponent, also a returning wrestler, was waiting for her. She had heard of her before, and she needed to make sure to give this match her all in order to win.

Priscilla Haynes:

Soon, she arrived at the ring, and after climbing up the apron, she took off her cape, revealing her shoulderless wrestling outfit. Rolling her shoulders, she would direct her gaze at her opponent for tonight, Mariko Ishii. Never the one to do any bantering, she just gave her a sharp look as she would wait for the bell to be called by the referee, in which she would go towards the center of the ring in preparation for her match against her opponent.

Mariko quite liked the music that announced Priscilla’s arrival. It was a nice balance of elegance and excitement, making for a beautiful melody, and a fitting one given the way she carried herself on her way to the ring. Something in Mariko found it curious that this woman gave a brief acknowledgement to the crowd for their warm welcome, but didn’t focus on them any after that. No posing, no pandering. She wondered if that was just out of a sense of focused professionalism, or if Priscilla was just like Mariko and didn’t care much what the crowd thought anyway.

But once the woman was close enough for Mariko to get a good look at her, she decided something she liked even more than her opponent’s music was her figure. Wonderfully curvaceous, the movement of her hips as she walked made the violet haired vixen almost instinctively lick her lips. Priscilla’s attire didn’t leave much exposed, but hugged her frame tightly enough to give Mariko a very good idea of what was underneath. It was almost a shame they hadn’t been set up in a match type inherently a bit kinkier. But there were still plenty of ways to have fun in a submission match, especially with the 2 out of 3 falls stipulation. She could hardly wait to start grappling around with this beauty, and fortunately she wouldn’t have to wait for very long.

DING!

Mariko’s eager and almost playful eyes met the sharp gaze Priscilla sent, and a grin was flashed at her opponent. Rather than immediately get into a stance and dive right into the grappling, she curiously decided to test something first. Taking a few casual steps out toward the middle of the ring, Mariko extended her right hand out toward Priscilla.

“Good luck~”

Priscilla kept giving Mariko her sharp gaze as she waited for the match to begin. Soon, the bell was rung, and she would prepare herself for what to come. But then, her opponent extended out her hand, and the elegant wrestler raised one eyebrow as she studied the offered hand.

But she wouldn't study the offered hand for long as she would also hold out her right hand, seemingly going to grab that hand that was offered, but as soon as her hand touched Mariko's, Priscilla would immediately get to work, looking to twist said arm to her opponent's back, trapping her in a hammerlock. Whatever her opponent's intention was, she wouldn't waste her time figuring it out as  she would try to take the initiative. Also, she didn't want to fall into a trap again like last time.

Funny enough, Mariko hadn’t decided what she’d do if Priscilla took her hand. Maybe she would’ve just shaken it and been a good sport, but she couldn’t deny the temptation was there to turn the gesture into a trap. If her foe had opted in favor of the handshake, of course. But instead Mariko grimaced in pain as her arm was suddenly twisted behind her back. It wasn’t exactly ideal to give a limb to a grappling expert so freely, especially right from the outset, but Mariko wasn’t worried. In these opening minutes she still had questions about Priscilla she wanted answered, small but important details about the woman that would influence Mariko’s decisions and plans going forward.

Just now, she learned that Priscilla was cautious, and not naive. She wouldn’t be so easily lured into danger by honeyed words or feigned gestures of sportsmanship. The only way Mariko was going to deceive a woman like this was by being clever in her wrestling. But she wondered if there might be other ways of getting in her head and under her skin that could throw her off her game.

While Priscilla held her in the hammerlock, Mariko leaned her hips back into her foe’s, lightly rubbing her ass against her. Part of the intention of it was to simply distract her so the Japanese vixen could sling her free arm back and around the arm keeping Mariko in the hold. From there she’d duck and twist under the limb, stepping through to end up behind Priscilla while bending her arm in a hammerlock, effectively reversing their positions. If it worked she’d again lean into the woman, this time pressing her breasts into her back and her crotch against her shapely rear.

“No need to be so tense. Just relax. I promise I’ll make this fun for you too~” she’d coo softly into her opponent’s ear. Some people didn’t keep their composure well once matches started taking a turn toward a sexual nature, and others had no problem rolling with it. Mariko was eager to see which camp Priscilla was in.

Priscilla managed to catch Mariko into the hammerlock, and she would try to apply pressure into the hold as long as she could. But the other woman began grinding her ass against her hip, which distracted her a little, allowing Mariko to twist herself out of the hold, escaping the hammerlock before reversing their positions. Priscilla grunted when she found herself having her arm twisted by her opponent in the same hold. She was thinking about finding a way to escape from this hold, but then, she felt Mariko's breasts pressing against her back and her crotch against her backside, which distracted her even more.

"Nghhh..." Priscilla grunted, her cheeks turning red from her opponent's teasing. "T-this... w-won't work on... hnnh... m-me..." She tried her best to maintain her composure despite her growing embarrassment. Her mind would start racing as she would try to figure out a way to escape this hold, and she would try to use her other arm to hit her opponent. She hoped that she could distract her opponent by hitting her opponent with her other arm so that she could focus on escaping the hammerlock, twisting and ducking under Mariko's arm before stepping away from her.

Now this was interesting.

Mariko wasn’t quite sure what sort of reaction to expect from Priscilla, but it seemed the curvacious woman was more shy than she would have guessed. At least, that was the impression her response gave. “We’ll just see about that~” she teased, continuing to lightly rub herself against Priscilla’s frame while she softly spoke into her ear. Already Mariko’s mind was scheming up all the different ways she could have fun with this, but before she could employ any of them an arm suddenly struck her right in the jaw, dazing her just long enough to allow Priscilla to escape her clutches.

“Shit…” she cursed in her head, equally frustrated she hadn’t anticipated that resistance as she was with losing her hold on Priscilla. But she quickly regained her composure, grinning and chuckling while rubbing her jaw. “What’s the matter, did I get a little too close for comfort?” she asked in that same sultry voice, then began to slowly circle her foe, watching her movements and searching for an opening to work with...

Successfully escaping the hold, Priscilla would regain her composure before turning around to face Mariko, preparing herself for another clash with her. She had a frown on her face as she looked at her opponent. "Face me like a true wrestler. Only a coward will resort to such cheap tactic..." she said, trying to sound serious and resolute, though her cheeks were still shaded with redness. Controlling her breathing, she would also start circling her opponent, carefully watching her movement as she would try to find an opening that she could take advantage of.

Soon, she would close in, looking to lock up with Mariko in a grapple, hoping to show her opponent that the only important thing here in this match was their wrestling prowess. If she thought she could overpower her with sensual tactics, she had got another thing coming.

Priscilla’s words might have had the intended effect, if not for two things. First, Mariko did what she wanted in the ring mostly for the sake of her own amusement. As far as she was concerned, if people disliked her way of doing things that was their problem, not hers. And second, Priscilla’s blushing told Mariko her efforts were working. Because of that, the buxom ravenette’s words came off more as a desperate ploy to defend herself rather than a genuine indictment. Maybe she was being serious, but seeing her as she was now made it easy for Mariko to carry on.

“Fufufu~ Don’t be such a bore, especially when it’s so obvious you like it,” she shot back teasingly, then began to circle Priscilla while she did the same, the two practically mirroring each other. When her foe came in to lock up, Mariko obliged, taking a moment to push against her, though she didn’t intend to stay here for long. They were almost equal in both size and strength, so little would be accomplished by trying to drive her back. So instead Mariko rolled backward while bringing a foot to her opponent’s stomach, attempting to send the Wild Rose onto her back with a monkey flip. If that worked, she’d roll through with her with the intent of winding up sitting astride Priscilla’s belly.

Hearing Mariko's words, Priscilla tried her best to not seem flustered by them as she glared at her. "S-stop making assumptions!" Priscilla remarked, hoping that her embarrassment wasn't obvious to her opponent. So, the two of them circled each other for a while, and from what Priscilla could tell, the two of them were almost equal in terms of size, and when the two of them locked up, it seemed that the same could be said about their strength.

As Priscilla tried to come up with a plan to overwhelm her opponent, Mariko suddenly rolled backwards and brought a foot to her belly, flipping her over with a monkey flip! "Uwahh!!" Priscilla cried out as she lost her footing before she ended up landing on her back, and she grunted as she tried to minimize damage. Groaning, she would try to roll herself over as quickly as possible onto all four to prevent Mariko from capitalizing on her downed state.