Mariko Ishii vs Priscilla Haynes

Mariko quite enjoyed the feeling of Priscilla struggling beneath her, causing the woman’s face to rub quite nicely against her ass. As much as she would hate for a match like this to end so early, she certainly wouldn’t have minded staying seated on her face like this for as long as possible, even if it meant eventually knocking Priscilla out. But, perhaps fortunately for both of them, that wasn’t to be.

The trapped woman’s arms came up, and, seeing them initially reach straight for Mariko’s breasts, the Japanese vixen smirked. “There you go, that’s the spirit~” Ironically, Priscilla being unable to reach her breasts made Mariko regret what she was doing more than if she had succeeded. For a moment the violet haired beauty even considered leaning forward to help her out a bit. But then the woman’s hands instead came to her sides, and with an unexpected and abrupt twist, Mariko was tipped over and thrown off of Priscilla.

With a giggle, she began picking herself up. Clearly she was having quite a bit of fun with this. And, wanting to continue doing just that, she’d make her way over to Priscilla. Assuming her foe hadn’t completely gotten up just yet, Mariko would reach one hand to the back of her neck and the other to one of her arms, and start pulling her back up to her feet.

Priscilla got Mariko off her face, though she couldn't pick herself up immediately. Her cheeks were flushed and she gasped for air after being deprived of it for so long. Due to this, she was unable to stop Mariko from pulling her back onto her feet. "Erghh..." She grunted, feeling Mariko's hands on her. She had to do something, and fast, or else she would continue being her opponent's plaything, with her unable to fight back.

So, as she was brought back up onto her feet, she would try to reach out for Mariko's head. Then, she would clutch onto said head before she attempted to drop herself down into a seated position, looking to hit her opponent with a sudden stunner. It was a move that she made out of desperation, and she wanted to stop Mariko from continuing with her dominance over her.

For all of Priscilla’s earlier criticisms of Mariko’s tactics, their effectiveness couldn’t be denied. The smothering facesit had left the Welsh beauty in a panting mess on the mat, needing some time to recover even after Mariko had been thrown off of her. If the Japanese vixen had taken a more ruthless approach and pounced on her right away, Priscilla might have been in serious trouble. But Mariko instead proceeded at an even and casual pace, which proved to be a mistake.

The second she got Priscilla back up to her feet, Mariko’s head was grabbed, and the next thing she knew an intense explosion of pain rocked her head as her foe’s stunner connected perfectly! Mariko’s body jolted up from the impact before falling over onto her back. Her hands instinctively moved to rest over her aching head, while her mind frantically worked to get her bearings back.

Successfully hitting Mariko with a sudden stunner, Priscilla ended up in a seated position as her opponent fell onto her back after taking the full brunt of the stunner. Shaking her head to get her mind back in order, Priscilla would then turn around, looking at the direction of her opponent, who was presumably on her back, and she saw an opportunity that she would not let slip away from her grasp. Seeing her opponent on her back, Priscilla would quickly move into action, grabbing one of Priscilla's legs and start wrenching at it with a kneebar.

"Haa... h-how do you like this?" Priscilla asked as she would continue applying pressure around Mariko's knee in the kneebar. She would slowly regain her bearing while putting her opponent into the submission hold, and she hoped that the hold could weaken her opponent if it didn't outright cause her to submit.

When Mariko felt her leg being grabbed, she couldn’t tell if it had been a couple seconds or a full minute since she’d been hit by that stunner. That blow had dazed her pretty good, but the sudden pain that jolted through her knee when Priscilla locked in her kneebar brought her back to reality as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her, though a throbbing ache in her forehead remained.

“Ngh!” she hissed at the pain while her leg was stretched and hyperextended. Even still, in response to Priscilla’s words, a grin managed to etch itself onto her face amidst the intense discomfort plainly visible. “Not bad… Though I’d much rather have my face between those thighs than my leg~” she teased, many of the words forced out with a grunt while she endured the painful hold.

Mariko brought her free foot up and pushed it against the back of one of Priscilla’s knees, hoping to push that leg up and loosen her hold on the trapped limb. Then she’d test those efforts by suddenly pushing back while trying to pull her leg free. If that worked Mariko would try to roll backward and get back to her feet as quick as possible. If it didn’t, then the failed pull would at least serve as her first step toward the ropes as an alternative escape route.

Priscilla kept her hold on Mariko's leg, stretching and hyperextending the knee which would cause pain on the affected area. But when Mariko responded to her words by teasing her, Priscilla had to stop herself from sputtering, her cheeks going red when her opponent spoke to her in such a way.

"T-that's... s-shut up!!"

Priscilla barked as she would continue applying pressure into the hold. But then, Mariko brought one of her free foot up and pushed it against one of the back of Priscilla's knee, pushing it up. "H-hey!!" Priscilla protested as she began to lose her grip in addition to her flustered state. Due to that, Mariko managed to slip free from the hold, much to Priscilla's frustration.

"Nghhhh..." Glaring at her opponent, Priscilla would get herself onto her knees, looking at the other woman before her.

Slipping out of Priscilla’s clutches, Mariko quickly backed off while getting to her feet. She stepped hard on the mat a couple with the leg her foe had just trapped to see how it felt. It hurt, probably would for several minutes even if it didn’t take any more damage, but she could put weight on it.

The glare she saw Priscilla giving her was priceless. Only minutes ago Priscilla had responded to her teasing like it was some sort of slight against the art of professional wrestling. Since then she’d nearly been smothered into submission under Mariko’s ass, the vixen had executed a picture perfect escape to the tight kneebar she’d applied, and now she was on her knees before Mariko. Hardly a flattering visual from Priscilla’s point of view, and a sight at which Mariko couldn’t help but smirk.

“Ready to surrender to your queen already, I see? Or maybe you’re just eager to serve as my throne again~” she teased with a giggle. Mariko briefly considered charging in to attack, but opted instead to slowly circly Priscilla while waiting for her to get to her feet. She wanted to see whether her foe would give in to her frustration and recklessly charge her out of anger, or remain collected enough to take a more focused and thoughtful approach.

Priscilla was frustrated by this turn of event. Normally, she would be able to maintain her composure, but it seemed that Mariko knew which buttons she should push in order to trigger her, and this left Priscilla extremely incensed. As Priscilla pushed herself back up on her feet, her opponent decided to circle around her, taunting her, leaving her seething with anger.

"S-shut up. Y-you think you can win using this cheap tactic?" Priscilla said as she directed her glare at Mariko, getting herself back on her feet. She would make sure that whatever her opponent was trying to do, it wouldn't succeed. She would show her that she could defeat her despite her using her lewd tactics against her.

And so, once she was on her feet, Priscilla would try to close in, her eyes filled with fury. This in turn leave her blinded to what Mariko would do next as she attempted to grab onto her opponent, hoping to punish her for her cheekiness. She was unaware that her opponent was counting on this to happen.

“I’d say I’m doing well enough,” Mariko replied with a nonchalant shrug to Priscilla’s angry and defiant outburst. Try as her foe might to dismiss her mind games, the Japanese vixen was far too comfortable within her style to be bothered with worrying about the approval of others. Besides, she was keenly aware Priscilla was only speaking out of frustration in being outwitted and outwrestled to this point. Mariko was living rent free in the Brit’s head, and was making herself quite comfortable there.

But then Priscilla darted forward. Mariko’s feet planted and her eyebrows raised, surprise filling her features as she was clearly caught by surprise with the sudden charge! ...Or at least, that was the perception she wanted to give Priscilla, but in reality she was well prepared to react. And the moment her foe was within her reach, Mariko snaked an arm up to hook around one of Priscilla’s while pivoting her hip into the woman’s. In one fluid motion she aimed to turn her frustrated opponent’s momentum against her and judo flip her forward, intending to slam her down hard right onto her back!

When Priscilla was closing in to grab onto Mariko, she could see surprise in her face, and she couldn't help but smile, thinking that her opponent would finally get her due for what she had done to her earlier. She planned to pull her close and start dealing some damage on her, but then, before she could accomplish whatever she had planned, her opponent suddenly did something that she didn't expect as she reached out to one of Priscilla's arms and did a judo flip on her, throwing her onto the mat with one fluid motion.

"AHHH!!!"

Priscilla cried out as she lost her footing before she hit the mat. She had a bewildered look on her face as she was laid out on the canvas, the move totally catching her off-guard. Now that she was on the mat, she could do nothing due to her bewilderment as well as the pain that she was currently experiencing. After everything that her opponent had shown to her, she didn't expect her to actually perform such a move.