Shinobu Fujiwara Vs. Mariko Ishii

Mariko had had quite a bit of fun toying with Shinobu today, and he’d even surprised her a few times with his drive to fight back. But now playtime was over, and she had the blonde nice and trapped in her clutches, squeezing her arm around his neck while her legs crushed against his midsection. The blonde had given it his best shot, but he wasn’t going anywhere now, and soon tapped out.

“Good boy.” she said softly before untangling her limbs from Shinobu’s tortured body and letting it drop to the mat. Mariko then swung herself around to straddle the handsome blonde’s chest, and struck a dominant pose by winking to the crowd and flexing an arm for the photographers. After a few seconds of continuous camera flashes around them, Mariko brought both hands to her hips and smiled down at the man beneath her.

“Better luck next time, big guy.” she said with a giggle. She then raised her index and middle fingers to her lips and kissed them, before lowering the fingers to press them lightly against Shinobu’s lips. And with that, she stood back up and exited the ring, and casually walked back up the aisle and made her way back to the locker room.

Cassie's cheeks were bright red while she watched Shinobu be manhandled, slammed, and choked. She put a sweaty palm to her clammy forehead and closed her eyes before looking back at the ring with her hands pressed together in front of her mouth.

Shinobu losing was one thing. He was so new, it was almost expected. But the way he was losing was agony! It was so basic! He just wasn't a natural, and Cassie should really have insisted on taking more time with him before he ran off to his next match...

But Shinobu getting beaten up and humiliated was the worst part, of course.

Cassie's heart pounded in her ears as she watched the despicable, overconfident girl showboat at Shinobu's expense. She wouldn't have minded five more minutes with her to put her in her place. There was an easy cure for cockiness when it came to submission grappling, and its name was Cassie Elliot. That was her reputation, anyway.

She stood up and found her legs at once weak and full of energy. She took a deep breath and decided that she was going to be a calm, supportive girlfriend, and not at all a competitive, vindictive jiu jitsu champ. She walked off toward backstage to meet Shinobu once he made his exit.

Shinobu went limp when the hold was loosened on him. Hejust flopped onto his back and breathed softly as Mariko took her time to rub it in even more. He should have been thinking about how this might look. Shinobu was once more humiliated and this time Mariko wasn't very pleasant about it, despite her honeyed words and her charming smile.

He was only thinking about Cassie. He felt like he had failed her more than anything. His reputation didn't matter. Fujiko, no doubt, would find a way to spin it into some very GOOD publicity. SHE was that good. No, he had felt like Mariko was not even looking at him and was just using the match to joust with Cassie a bit and cat with her just for a lark. It made him angry but not being able to do anything about it made it worse.

By the time he came to his senses, Cassie was already gone. He sighed heavily and drug himself out of the ring and up the ramp, lurching all the way.

Mariko Ishii wins via Submission.