TWCT Final Round: Aoi Tamazaki vs John Mitchel

Aoiâ€s move probably would have worked if John were planning to grapple with her, or to try to fling her, or to convert into some other hold. Aoi probably would have evaded his attack…except, John was just going to pull her in anyway. While it was true that her kiss did take him somewhat off guard, and made Johnâ€s eyes widen for a moment, it didnâ€t take long for him to start to kiss back.

Johnâ€s tongue brushed against Aoiâ€s, pressing it forward as he kissed her back, while his hands crept up behind Aoi. Soon, they were constricting, his strong arms slowly squeezing Aoi, moving to a sensual bearhug, rubbing her body against his. John was trying to both arouse Aoi by quickly recovering and matching her kiss, and drain her by squeezing the air out of her and crushing her body.

Aoi thought she had John when she was able to secure the kiss. She felt his strong arms around him but she ignored it, focusing on the kiss as she was surprised he fought back with his tongue. She moaned int he kiss, pretending like he was some kind of expert but really trying to arouse him as well as she mashed her hips up against his package, only to suddenly feel John's strong arms begin to crush her.

"Nnnngh!"

Her eyes widened and she pulled away from the kiss, panting against John's face as she pushed her palms down against John's arms. "Kisama..." She muttered and leaned forward. She brought her hands up around his back while she squirmed and tried to rake her nails hard down John's exposed back.

Having a hentai fight was a lot more fun when both sides hit it off. The few Hentai spars and matches heâ€d had had been against people who were very sexual, and were having a good time even if they were very competitive. Aoi didnâ€t try to be competitive, she tried to look like a victim. Thatâ€s probably why John gave her 906 chances to get out of this match. With Aoi, John felt a little like he was forcing himself on someone. He could put aside feelings of discomfort and focus on the match, but he wasnâ€t enjoying it nearly as much as he would have if someone like Ro had been in the ring with him.

He put that to one side, though, as he continued his passionate attack, using his arms to put enormous pressure onto Aoiâ€s back, while at the same time squeezing her air out. His kiss tried to keep her mouth closed, but soon she managed to break it, panting against Johnâ€s face. “<Rude.>” John replied flatly in Japanese with an equally low mumble, using the Japanese he knew.

Soon, though, John had a lot more to worry about than a rude opponent, as he felt fingernails digging into his back, scraping their way all the way down. “Gaaaaggghh…” John growled out as he felt the sharp nails scratching his exposed back. Fighting the reflex to let go, John clutched tighter, trying to pick Aoi off her feet and bring her near the corner. Only then would he put her down, forcing her against the corner as he tried to grab those arms.

Aoi was hoping as she scratched John's back up that he'd let go. Unfortunately it only seemed to do the opposite. "Hnnnngaaahnnn!" She cried as she her back arched painfully, her beasts slipping up to nuzzle against John's collar. While she struggled against his tight hug, she couldn't keep him from pushing her to the corner.

Aoi was then tossed into the corner, her arms draping over the ropes as she panted. Jon was very strong and she had her head lowered as her lip curled into a subtle sneer. John reached for her hands and Aoi didn't even flinch. Instead, she lifted her foot and tried to jab it between John's legs. it would be a risky maneuver, the ref could very well disqualify her for a low blow. But if that happened, at least she wouldn't have to be taken by this disgusting man! It wasn't like if this trick didn't work, she stood much of a chance anyway. She'd just have to try and sell it like she was roughly trying to grind her heel into John's crotch to try and stimulate him.

John got Aoi into the corner, finally getting her vicious nails off of his back. He had to admit it, for the very first time int his match, John was VERY aroused by Aoi. Having her breasts right up against his collar, her body squirming up against his, and the closeness of their struggle. She may or may not notice his erection as her body rubbed against her crotch, but it was definitely there.

“I like it rough, but thatâ€s overkill Aoi.” John teased. Finally, John got her drapped against the corner and he moved in to grab her hands, wanting to stop any further scratching. Just as he secured her and moved in for another sensual attack, a foot suddenly flew out, landing right between his legs, flattening his balls!

The ever helpful ref lady didnâ€t notice it, as Johnâ€s body blocked her view, but that lowblow was HARD. He felt his legs wobble a bit a she backed off, holding his crotch, while there was a mixture of mostly booâ€s and some taunts from the crowed. “Ngh…dammit…” John muttered as he backed away to recover, bent over himself a little.

Aoi grinned sinisterly as her cheap shot worked. She then reached out to grab John by the hair and run out of the corner as fast as she could, looking to just throw him down to the mat with a running leap in a sort of reverse bulldog. She'd been able to use just enough tricks to keep the momentum up in her favor. She was beginning to think that maybe she COULD skate by and win this fight. Especially if the referee was going to help her out.

John was still staggering a bit, his face was now red with fury. He could argue with the red, but that wasnâ€t really Johnâ€s style. But now Aoi had finally pushed John passed the limits of his patience. John felt hands grab his hair, but before Aoi could get a chance to leap, John swung his fists out wildly, trying to slam them into any part of her body that she could, hoping to blunt whatever she was planning and send a painful message.

Aoi grabbed John's hair intent on having her way with the muscle bound man. She thought she could weasily now but whent he fist slammed into her gut, her eyes widened. She'd never been hit so hard in her life and her mouth hung open. Her eyes unfocused and she clutched her stomach. It had hurt so much that she couldn't even scream. She didn't even know what to do and her body went into shock as she collapsed to the ground and fell onto her hands and knees.

"Gh... k-kh...." All she could do was stutter and try and overcome the waves of pain coursing through her body.

John panted a bit, rather pumped up now, “Fuck!” John shouted, somewhat randomly, just venting his frustration as she fell to her hands and knees. John was not waiting anymore time a she moved in to punish her for that low blow, and hopefully end the match quicker. Grabbing her hair, he used his grip to drag her away from the ropes and throw her onto her stomach.

If he could do this without Aoi countering, heâ€d try to grab one of her legs then slide backwards, nearly sitting on her ass in a single leg Boston crab. His other hand tried to sneak up her bottoms into her crotch area.

Aoi was easily taken by the hair and thrown onto her stomach. She landed with a dull thud and groaned. She wasn't really in any shape to defend herself anymore and when John grabbed her ankle, she shrieked and tried to turn herself onto her back as quickly as possible while John was setting up for the Boston Crab.

She knew she couldn't submit and if he locked her in that hold, she'd be at his mercy. She couldn't afford to be humiliated in front of such a large crowd and victory seemed well out of hand. She coiled her free leg up as John approached and this time she jammed it forward as heard and as obvious as she could. Unlike before, she wanted the ref to see the low blow. If she had to lose, she'd lose on her terms, not whatever stipulations had been forced upon her.