Mariko Ishii vs Hiro

Mariko chuckled when she felt Hiro’s shouts of protest were muffled into her sexy rear. And immediately a pair of hands were desperately pushing against her ass, eliciting a little purr from the vixen as she tried to fight against it to continue smothering him a bit longer. “Mmm~ What’s the matter, handsome? Don’t you like it down there?” she teased, all the while unaware of how important his face was to him.

When his hand slapped her ass a few times, a faint tint of red briefly coated Mariko’s cheeks. “Oh yeah~ Now you’re getting it.” she said. And after another few seconds, she finally moved out from the corner, letting Hiro breathe. Though whether it was due to his pushing or merely an intentional act wasn’t entirely clear. Mariko then giggled while turning back to Hiro, and if he wasn’t already up yet, would move to grab his wrist and try to pull him back to his feet.

Hiro gasped as Mariko's rear left his face, which had became red from embarrassment more than anything else. He looked a bit groggy from the smothering, but gave the woman a somewhat annoyed look. It wasn't his first time being smothered, but when it's done in front of a public and somewhat without his consent, it was actually quite humiliating.

Before he could open his mouth to protest, though, she already pulled him up. While he let her hauled him up, Hiro would then attempt to push Mariko off him.

"L-Lady, y-you'd better not do that again..." he complained, before attempting to grapple her, hoping to somehow pull her into a headlock or something, even if his footing was still shaky.

As Mariko began to pull the groggy, handsome young man up from the corner, she suddenly found herself being pushed back a few steps. She immediately went in to close the distance between them again, only to then be pulled into a headlock.

“Ngh..” she grunted as her hands went up to push against his arm. The position was uncomfortable, for certain. But his stance wasn’t very steady, and it seemed he was still too rattled from the smother moments ago to stay fully balanced on his own.

“I’m the one...who makes the orders here.” she replied in between grunts, despite where she was. Feeling confident she could escape his hold, she moved one arm around Hiro’s waist, and the other under his closest leg. From there, she’d attempt to pick him up and drop him down onto his back with a back suplex in hopes of making him release the headlock.

That actually worked. The odds seemed against him, but he did it.

Okay, maybe he couldn't hold her too firmly, but he put her in a hold nonetheless, for the first time in the match. That wasn't something Hiro could be proud for too long, however, as Mariko then launched her counter by picking him up. She might not be a bodybuilder and he wasn't exactly a heavyweight, but that was still surprising. In a hindsight, he remembered being teased as quite the lightweight by some of his clients.

"Wooaaahh...! Ugh!" the boy grunted as his back was slammed onto the mat, causing him to lie sprawled for a bit while his sight fixed on the ceilings for a few seconds. "W-wow..." was all he could say at the moment.

It was certainly true Mariko was far from the strongest woman on the Tension roster, but she was no wimp either, and Hiro wasn’t too much heavier than her. And she didn’t get a thunderous, explosive impact that would be likely to put the young man away, but it was at least enough to break his hold on her, and that’s all that mattered.

Getting back to her feet, Mariko then made her way over behind Hiro’s head before taking a seat on the mat. She grabbed his hair to lift it up off the mat so her smooth legs could coil around it with her feet crossing over his midsection, attempting to put the young man in a headscissor.

“So, still feel like you can tell me what to do, big guy?” she’d ask teasingly while squeezing his head between her thighs.

He needed to get up, Hiro knew that much. Unfortunately, by the time he shook off the shock of being slammed by a woman that's just around her size, Mariko was already on the move. He felt his hair grabbed, and before he could protest about her opponent messing his hair once more, came the legs of Mariko seizing his head from the sides.

"Urrgghh..." Hiro groaned as his hands would immediately try to pull away the thighs of Mariko. "Ghh... L-let me go...?"

Mariko giggled once Hiro started groaning and struggling between her sexy legs. It was always so amusing for the vixen when she had an opponent trapped in her clutches like this. And when she heard him ask to be released, she tapped a finger against her chin, sarcastically acting as if she were actually thinking about it.

“Hmmmm..~ No, I don’t think I will.” she said, and simply continued to constrict his head and neck with her thighs. And though his hands were pulling against her legs, it was going to take much more than that to pry them apart. Grinning at her foe, Mariko lifted her hand and gave Hiro a few teasing, heavy pats/light smacks against his cheek. “What? Not comfortable enough for you?”

"H-hey...! C-cut that out..." Hiro's face blushed as Mariko teased him by patting and smacking his cheeks playfully, one of his hands trying to protect his face from the woman's hands.

He couldn't get away from her as his head barely had any room to move, unfortunately. His strength was fading, which made pulling the woman's legs away from her head became an increasingly difficult job than it already was. With his predicament growing more helpless, all the boy could do, unfortunately, was to keep trying no matter how futile it was...

"Hhhnngg... c-come on..."

Mariko couldn’t quite tell which was more amusing to her: the fact that Hiro was so helpless and at her mercy, or seeing how much it was bothering the trapped boy. Especially as she playfully smacked his cheek. Come to think of it, it seemed he was particularly finicky about stuff being done to his face. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but it was at least worth testing out.

Abruptly releasing the headscissor, Mariko would then grab Hiro by the head and pull him back up to his knees, then hold him there with a handful of hair while moving to stand stand in front of him. “You don’t speak unless I allow it!” she said while looking condescendingly at the young man, and would then bring her free hand to give him a firm slap right on the cheek, curious to see what kind of reaction this would draw.

“Am I understood?”

Hiro was finally released from the hold, but most likely not because he asked for it. Mariko then pulled him up by his hair, causing him to grunt in both discomfort and annoyance, his hands tried to carefully pry Mariko's apart from his hair. The last thing he wanted would be for his hair to be pulled out even if it's just for a few strains. Suddenly he felt a whack on his cheek, causing him to stumble a few steps and looking rather shocked.

"H-Hey!" he suddenly barked at Mariko with a genuinely upset look, although his cheeks were blushing. "That's rude! My face is my livelihood, you know!" he yelled with one hand holding the sore one.

That seemed to prompt a round of laughter from the audiences, which brought his little outburst almost as soon as it started. He looked around clumsily for a bit, his cheeks getting slightly redder now, before giving Mariko an annoyed look. She just made him looked silly now!

"Gh... Y-you... This is your fault!" he said in frustration before charging in blindly, attempting to throw himself at the woman and take her down even if it might not be the best option available.