Johnny Higurashi vs Ninjette - [TLC Match]

Ninjette was acutely aware of Johnny's hand position - he was probably just trying to get her into some kind of hold and failing miserably, but all the same, he was dangerously close to copping a feel. And Ninjette was a little ashamed to admit she didn't mind one bit.

...eh, who was she kidding? She hadn't felt ashamed since the tenth grade, at the earliest.

"Kind of depends on the family, doesn't it?" She pulled him to the side and tried to smash his face into the ringside - crude, but effective and oh so fun to do - before she reel back and toss him into the ring, coming full circle.

Johnny drooped as Ninette held him and continued to talk. He was glad that she was so chatty. Any second he needed to give himself time. When she turned to slam his head into the apron, Johnny's hand slid down and his fingers dug into the top of her ass cheek as she tried to grab onto her tight shorts just to add a few moments of resistance. Enough time to fling his other hand forward and mitigate the damage a bit.

He wasn't able to stop Ninette from rolling him into the ring, though. Johnny's grip on Ninjette's ass slipped and he was shoved into the ring by the ninja girl. Johnny groaned and rolled away from the ropes until he was on his back, looking up at the arena lights that brightly invaded his vision.

Back in the ring - good, that's where she needed him. All the best toys were outside, but if she wanted to win this thing at some point, she'd have to pin him or get him to submit. And since he seemed to be every bit as stubborn/crazy as she was, pinning would be the way to go.

Not that she planned to ignored the gimmick - that ladder was just high enough for all sort of things even if it was outside the ring, and she grabbed the chair and tossed it into the ring.

She came into the ring herself a moment later, but, of course, she did it in her own, special way; she bounded up the apron, grabbed the top and did a springboard, coming down on Johnny's chest - ass first. With everything that had happened so far, she couldn't resist. Plus, even if she missed, she'd land on something soft.

Johnny snapped to attention when the chair clanged into the ring. He looked to see Ninjette flying over the ropes. Her position was good enough that he couldn't throw up his knees so he decided to cross his arms over his chest. Not a very comfy seat for her to land on and it would help diminish the pain she caused him. He needed to get back on the offensive somehow though.

He managed to block it at the last second with his arms - not nearly as good as landing on his delectable chest, but there worse things she could have hit. It seemed to be enough to spare him the bulk of the damage, a good last minute save that made her ass a little sort from the impact. On the plus side, though, it put his arms in a good position: underneath her.

Spinning about on his arms, she'll try to grab his wrists and swing her legs around, looking to catch his neck in the steely vise of her iron thighs - a neckscissor, putting all those hours on the treadmill every week to good use. "There's a joke, here...but I'm pretty sure you can guess what it is, so I'll spare you."

Johnny realized how his save wasn't the best choice once he felt Ninjette's ass spinning on his arms. Johnny blushed and when she grabbed his wrists, Johnny blushed hard, this tome out of embarrassment more than getting a topographical survey of her ass with his arms.

There wasn't much he could do at the moment once she locked him in his steely thighs but blush even more. Head scissors were an... awkward position for him to be in, especially with Ninjette. he couldn't deny under other circumstances, it would be a place to enjoy, even if she was trying to pop his head with them. However, he didn't come to sight see and had to figure out another way to get out of it. He couldn't even RETORT back other then a muffle, and he wasn't going to dignify the situation THAT much. Most likely she'd just laugh and squeeze tighter. No doubt she could see how red his face was.

Johnny decided to try a trick he used earlier int he match. It worked before and hopefully it would work again. Johnny bridged with his legs, trying to turn their bodies and make Ninjette flop on her side. Hopefully she would just think she'd be in a better position to keep the head scissors locked down.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." She couldn't help but snicker, shaking her head as she looked down his way. "This is absolutely no way for a grown woman to behave, little ashamed. Just a little. Nice blush, by the way."

She really, really did know better, but screw it - messing with Johnny was quickly becoming her favorite hobby, and besides, the scissors were effective - embarrassment wasn't the only reason his face was red.

Johnny bridged up and turned them on their side, which just made it all the easier for Ninjette to power down - she gritted her teeth and poured on the pressure with renewed vigor, her sinewy muscles rippling. She took a risk and let one of his wrists go, using her free hand to throw a right hook into the side of his head and compound the problem. "Go to sleep anytime you're ready, man."

Johnny yanked his hand away as soon as Ninjette freed it. He had to hurry before he really did lose consciousness pressed deeply into her thighs. What an awesomely horrible way to go though. If he went out this way, he'd NEVER hear the end of it from Taylor. The ninja girl's punch only made his head swim more though. Johnny had to hurry as he curled his legs up and tried to use their position to roll Ninjette back onto her shoulders for another sneaky pin.

He couldn't lose the match even if she put him out. And he didn't need to be conscious to pin her with gravity doing most of the work. As embarrassing as it would be for him to be smothered out, he was pretty certain that she'd be far more embarrassed losing to a guy she just squeezed to death.

Johnny's free hand slid under the bottom of Ninjette's tights shorts and gave a hard yank, exposing a bit of the bottom of her ass cheek, just to try and hold her in place. No matter how tightly her legs were squeezing, Johnny's nearly unconscious form could get her in a pretty solid matchbook pin!

This actually felt genuinely good - something about crushing his neck between her thighs just made her tingle in all the right ways. Kind of like squeezing a stress ball between her fingers - only with her thighs, obviously, and the ball made so many funny noises and sounds. The sort of thing she could do all day - maybe in a more recreational setting...

The thought, pleasant as it was - Johnny was up to an old trick, but an effective one - turning her move into a pin, and this one was way deadlier than the last. He was bearing down on her with his weight - the average wrestler might have been able to kick out, but she wasn't average. Her strength was well below average, and he knew it.

The ref moved in and started the count, slapping her fist down. One...!

Options were limited - couldn't kicked out, and released the hold would just make it that easier for him to pin her - she needed to do something to get him off. Too far from the ropes. Couldn't reach the damn chair, should never have let that go.

Two...!

She put all she had into one last squeeze - on the off chance she could knock him out and roll him off...but that was a long shot, she knew it, and the end was coming and coming fast.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn-"

Johnny managed to get her into the matchbook pin. His weight upon her and that was good enough. Once he felt the ref slide into position, Johnny's hand slipped from his grasp on her shorts and his head drooped into the Vee of her legs. His mouth opened and he gave an exhausted sigh, expunging the last of his air as he finally slipped into unconsciousness between her sexy thighs.

He barely heard the one count as his mind went blank and his vision faded into blackness. The desperate squeeze from Ninjette, squeezing the last drop of consciousness from him for the moment.