Chelsea Loski vs Marikio Ishii

Chelsea really wanted to just rush the girl and take her down but everything hurt to much at the moment to even think of retaliation for now it was about clinging to the ropes and surviving. So she stayed out and made use if every second she got to recover as much as possible.

Which wasn't much longer as Mariko pounced at her again and placed her knees on her chest to throw her over in a monkey flip rolling her through and throwing her to her back. Chelsea hit the canvas and bounced coughing from the impact when she felt the weight of her opponent come down on her as Mariko pinned her to the mat, she started to struggle and push her off as best she could but she clearly wasn't making much geound

Once Mariko had settled on top of her foe, Chelsea almost immediately began to squirm beneath her in an attempt to toss off. It wasn’t easy to ride out her struggles, but the Japanese beauty remained atop the pretty redhead.

“Just relax, and this will all be over soon~” Mariko cooed, before suddenly scooting forward up Chelsea’s body and attempting to sit down on the girl’s face, with her crotch pressing down against her foe’s nose and mouth. Perhaps a good smother would help Chelsea settle down a bit.

Despite her thrashing Mariko stayed on top of her and actually began to move up her body towards her face. She didn't need many guesses as to where she was going and what she was going to do before Mariko placed her in a facesit.

"Mmmmff!" Chelsea screamed though it was muffled under her opponent as the face sit deprived her of air as her legs started kicking to force her opponent off her before an idea came to her head. Before she passed out she raised her legs an tried to wrap then around Mariko's neck and tried to yank her back and off her.

Mariko purred and lightly bit her lip after she sat herself on Chelsea’s face and felt the girl’s muffled screams vibrate against her thinly covered sex. One of the chief benefits of this new attire she’d recently started wearing was that it made things like this significantly more enjoyable for Mariko. She had no doubt it looked at least as good to the fans who enjoyed this sort of thing when she’d been wearing the gold shorts, but the thickness stopped her from getting as much of the pleasurable feeling out of it as she could now.

“Mmm, that’s it~ Keep struggling like that.” Mariko said while grinning down at the face poking out between her thighs. To try to further fluster Chelsea - and of course heighten her own pleasure - Mariko started to slowly grind her crotch over her foe’s pretty face. But that didn’t last long, as a pair of legs suddenly snapped around her neck, and the Japanese beauty was yanked off of the redhead, freeing her from Mariko’s smother.

Chelsea felt her lungs start to burn as the lack of air was getting to her in the facesit, her efforts to escape weakening while Mariko had her fun on top. Although no one could see it her face went red as she felt Mariko actually have the nerve to start grinding her! Kicking her legs out to grab and stop her was an act of desperation and anger, and thankfully it payed off.

As she knocked Mariko off her she rolled away and started to breathe heavily to refill her aching lungs. Grabbing the ropes for support as she did so she also tried to get to her feet as she did so, staying on the ground and letting her opponent continue to apply holds on her would have been counter productive to her survival in this match.

As Mariko started picking herself up, she looked at her winded foe, and couldn’t help but giggle when she saw how red Chelsea’s face was. Sure, some of that was likely due to the lack of oxygen. But Mariko hadn’t been smothering her for that long. Playfully seductive banter may not’ve been able to do the trick, but she’d definitely found a way to fluster Chelsea and get under her skin.

Hoping to take advantage of her opponent’s less-than-calm state of mind, Mariko strode over to Chelsea and reached out for the girl’s wrist. If she could get a hold of it, she’d then try to send the redhead into the ropes across the ring with an Irish whip.

Chelsea was not in the best place mentally and she spent a great deal of her time trying to compose herself after that embarrassing event, she new it was her opponent typical tactic but getting her face rode on like a seat is embarrassing no matter the context. So rather then go in for the attack Chelsea opted to bide her time until the chance for revenge came to her.

That chance came when Marimo came at her again just as she was standing up, and grabbed her wrist to throw her with an Irish whip. As she was tossed past her Chelsea stopped it by grabbing her Mariko's wrist with her hand to keep her close before sending her foot up ward to kick the side of Mariko's head.

Mariko had planned to send Chelsea bouncing into the ropes so that she could catch her foe with a big dropkick on the way back. That would floor her right in the middle of the ring, and set her up for plenty of options that would keep her nice and flustered while helping Mariko come closer to putting her away.

But that didn’t happen. Chelsea clung onto the rope and wouldn’t budge from it, no matter how hard Mariko pulled. Then suddenly, a boot flew up and struck right up against the side of the Japanese beauty’s head! “Agh!” she cried out at the impact, which sent her down to the mat on her back while a hand rested over her aching skull.

Her kick connected but not without difficulties. Chelsea still wasn't fully recovered and she was wobbly the second she let go of the ropes to nail Mariko in the face but she stayed on her feet. "Teach you to use me as a butt warmer." Chelsea muttered as she stomped down on her opponent before moving of to the side.

From there Chelsea took a deep breath before raising her hands and doing a cartwheel towards her opponent. This was to set up her more show offy version of a body splash as she landed on Mariko's body to wind her.

Mariko grunted as Chelsea stomped on her, causing her body to flinch at the impact. Fortunately it didn’t seem the redhead was going to pounce and keep the pressure on her. The kick had been wild, but it had also disoriented Mariko, who was still brushing off the cobwebs afterward.

But what she didn’t see what that Chelsea was coming toward her and throwing herself into a cartwheel. By the time Mariko noticed her foe the girl was already in her descent into the splash, with no time to defend against it. “Ugh!” she gasped as Chelsea’s torso drove the wind right out of her by crashing down over her midsection, which was still sore thanks to her opponent’s earlier attacks targeting that area.