Drake Ishikawa Vs Izumi Hoshiko

P.O.W. Match
Win via Submission, Hentai Fall, or K.O.

Drake had been signed up for another match with an opponent, another new comer kicking off her debut to AFW. They had been assigned for a P.O.W. match and as usual Drake would try to keep in his mind he wasn't going to lose and end up a play toy for her or the women of AFW. Despite his past he had been coming around with every match, becoming a little less shy and realizing that others weren't going to hold back like he did. He hoped he would get a chance to show to himself that he had been getting stronger, and maybe even have a decent match with the new opponent. Time would only tell how things would come out, part of him wondered if she took anytime to read up on her opponents before fighting them, he found it difficult when someone knew more about him than he did about them.

Smoke would creep from the back stage down the ramp as the light dimmed. A soft choir like music would open up as "Devil's Never Cry" played. Drake waited behind stage wearing a black muscle shirt and a silkish pair of shorts along with black combat boots. He closed his eyes and meditated a little as he concentrated on the match at hand. Once the Music picked up his felt energy surge through his body and pump him up as he pulled his messy jet black hair from his face staring forward with his deep blue hazel eyes. As the music switched into a metal beat he darted forward running at top speed out to the stage.

As soon as he got close enough he jumped up grabbing onto the ropes as he bounced up and down with no hands hearing the fans he had managed to obtain cheer for him. Once he was done he would hop into the ring and wait patiently for his opponent to show herself.

Never in her life would she have imagined herself in a situation like this. Izumi, having been nothing but a house wife before, never imaged that she could be here, getting ready to wrestle in front of thousands of people. It was intimidating for sure, but so exciting at the same time! It had been a long time since she had felt genuinely excited for something. She spent the last four years doing little more than go around and get with any girl, and occasionally a guy, she could. That kind of life grew pretty boring, obviously. Here, things were bound to get really interesting.

Still, Izumi was a little disappointed when she heard her first opponent would be a man. Standing backstage, she would let out a soft sigh. "Why couldn't it be a girl?" she said aloud, not caring if one of the staff heard or not. She much preferred women over men, any day. They knew how to please a woman. No man had really pleased her in a long time, and she as sure that wasn't about to change.

Once the music of her opponent died down, Izumi gave a few final stretches before er own music blasted, and she would make her way out onto the ramp. Her entrance wasn't quite as fancy, but she definitely got a warm reception. When she heard that the match type was to have Hentai stipulations, she was ecstatic that she'd be able t wear her favorite bikini, and apparently, the men of the crowd was happy about that too. Izumi smiled and waved at the crowd, loving the attention she got. She was damn proud of her body, and worked hard to keep it in shape. She was glade the people seemed to agree.

Once she got to the ring, she would limb the stairs, and slide herself, slowly between the top and middle rope, letting the crowd get a good look at her well shaped rear before climbing all the way in, and eyeing her opponent. She had to admit, he wasn't that bad to look at. But still, she preferred a girl. All the same, she would enjoy making this boy her toy for the match. And she even got to take him home if she won. That made her even more excited.

"Well, hey there. Aren't you just a cutie," she would say, teasing the boy with a devilish grin to accompany her words. She hoped that she could get under his skin early. That would make getting him to succumb to her that much easier.

Drake would normally be the type to blush at those words early in his career at AFW. But he also carried with him a natural sense of studying people, hints in their expressions and attitude. He knew she wasn't exactly interested in him though the match itself had to be giving her the adrenaline that it gave him his first time. "My name is Drake Ishikawa, it's a pleasure to meet you." Drake would say as he bowed formally in front of his opponent before stepping back to take a defensive stance. Despite the fact he could see through her teasing Drake would still end up blushing slightly as he saw her, he always had a weakness for Asian women. Still he was aware of the match at hand and caught himself before he found himself being rude and distracted with her body. "Though I have to admit you are very beautiful, I don't intend to just give in and pucker up" Drake would say with a light hearted joke as he waited for the match to begin. Keeping his focus he would try to keep her within his inner "circle" at all times, keeping his eyes on her shoulders not looking up at her face or below to keep himself from being distracted if he could help it, also to detect sudden movements at he let her make the first move.

Izumi couldn't help but be a little impressed that Drake was keeping his composure so well. In her experience, most of the men who had been lucky enough to see her this naked were rendered speechless. Still, she could tell he was trying his hardest to not stare. Not that she minded if he did. After all, she was about to get very up close and personal with him, so what was the point in being shy? Not that she ever was anyway.

"Oh, you flatter me, young man. And you don't need to be shy. You can look... and touch, all you want," she would say, winking at the younger boy just before the ell would ring. This was it. Time for her to get down to the nitty gritty! Once the bell rank, Izumi would get into a basic wrestling stance, staring down Drake for a moment. It became obvious to her that he wasn't going to make the first move, so she would take it upon herself to do so. She would charge at him, aiming to grab him by the shoulders and pull him in close so that their bodies were were pressed together, her large mounds pressed firmly against his chest. If she managed to do this, she would try to push him slowly into a corner, and take an early advantage.

Drake would attempt his first counter as she charged at him, hoping to be fast enough he would try to side step her charge and reach for her arm to use her momentum to pull her into an irish whip. Knowing she aimed to have him in the corner he only hoped he could make it out of her charge and flip the tables. If he had succeeded he would impatiently charge after her, possibly not the most well thought approach but he had been startled by her sudden urge to attack. It wasn't for sure who was going into the corner first but in a matter of seconds someone would find themselves trapped.

Izumi figured that going after him first would be a bad idea. That rarely worked out well for the person doing it. And it seemed that Izumi was no exception. As she charged at him, Drake would manage to move aside, and as he did that, grab her arm and whip her hard into the corner, her back slamming off of it with a good amount of force. "Ooof!" Drake though, wouldn't let up right away though, as he quickly charged after her. But Izumi wasn't dazed nearly enough to let him get her that easily. As he charged at her, she would move to the side herself, hoping to get the younger boy to collide with the corner, and give her a chance to attack again.

Already her blood was rushing. The excitement of the match, combined with the exhilarating roar of the crowd was getting her blood boiling. Izumi couldn't wait to get her hands on this boy, and show him what she could really do. In more ways than one she hoped.

Drake impatience would cost him as he charged after her, Izumi's quick to the point attacks leaving him little time to think. As he tried to stop his momentum Drake would let out a loud grunt as his shoulder smacked firmly in to the corner, making his left arm numb from the shoulder down. He would wince as he slide down to the floor sitting with his back trapped in the corner, holding his shoulder as he tried to regain feeling and wake his arm back up. Drake sat head level with her backside as she stood in front of him, making him try to escape from the seated corner all too familiar to what most of the women of afw had tried to do to him in past. He had no intention of letting her be another to attempt it, let alone succeed.

Seeing Drake charging at her, Izumi would move just in time to avoid being crushed against the turnbuckle by his ramming shoulder. The last thing she needed was to be hit that hard so early. Now with the upper hand, she would watch as Drake slumped to the mat, and try to scurry away a bit. But she had no intention of letting him get far. It was her time to play with her new boy toy.

"Oh Drake, don't run. The fun is just starting!" she would say, going to grab at his hair to keep him from getting to far away. Now was the time to get some good hits in. If she managed to grab his hair, instead of pulling him to his feet, she would instead ram a knee into his forehead, hopefully dazing him. She wasn't really a fan of strikes, as grappling offered her the chance to get close to whoever was her victim, but still, she was feeling rather adventurous, and wanted to try something new.

Drake's head would bounce back against the turnbuckle as she grabbed a full hand of his head, watching her knee rise up to collide with his forehead. The double impact to the front and back of his head left him dazed as he groaned, reaching up to hold his head instead of escaping. "Ungh... You'll regret it once my head stops ringing..." He would say a little groggy as he felt another knee collide again, leaving him out of it but not down for the count. He cursed himself for not thinking calmly from the start but he knew the moment he got a chance he would get her back for turning the tables against him. The last thing he wanted was for her to already feel like she had this match in the bag, even though she had the upper hand for now.

After sending a second knee to Drake's head, Izumi would smile down at the boy, who, despite having been hit hard in the head, still managed to talk big. She found it pretty amusing more than anything. She loved them fiesty. It made for a much more interesting match after all. "Is that so? You would hurt little old me?" Izumi would tease, her hands still entangled in his messy hair. From here she would try to pull him to his feet and push him against the turnbuckle once again. Still, she would no let go of his hair. "It's cramped over here. Care to move away from the corner?" she would ask before going to pull him away from the corner and starting a short run before jumping up and trying to slam his face into the mat with a running bulldog. She had already started on his head, so she figured that she'd stick with that for now, and get him dazed.