Yori vs Ataru - Special rules cage match (complete)

"Uhh..... @.@" . Even in his dizzy state, Ataru was admitting to himself that Yori looked beautiful, watching down at him with that sweet maternal smile and.... wait! What were he thinking at? If he couldn't force himself to react now, the motherly beauty was surely going to sing him a lullaby soon and tuck him to bed for his first round loss!

Yori took her time, waiting for her soon-to-be-smooshed little boy to stand up so that she could perform her trademark crossbody splash.
"G-Gasp...! Woah..!!!", Ataru would yelp widening his shocked eyes. With gravity adding to her amazonian curves, Ataru was certainly going to be crushed out of the game for this first round. And if that was the case, then smothering him to sleep would be just a formality for the motherly wrestler.

Acting by pure instinct, Ataru would perform a counter that would surprise everyone in the arena, including himself, as he tried to use Yori's momentum against herself, turning around at the very moment of the impact with her crossbody to reverse it into a powerslam!
If everything went good for Ataru, then the boy would be bounced off from Yori's body as a side effect of the big slam.

Atarue was in just about to connect with her opponent when she suddenly flet his arms grabbing after her… this wasn´t good. From there on it all went so fast yori couldn´t really get what was happening or could even scream out. The next thing she really got was that she was smashed into the ground back first, crushing her poor body on the mat.


Yori would cry out in pain directly after her body bounced off the mat. This was a dame powerful move and that would really leave a mark on her. The mature woman would lay there for the moment flat on the floor barley breathing hopping to get a moment to recover herself from this power move she just suffered. She would just stare up to the sealing and breathe for the moment. She didn´t see that coming… but now she know that the smaller one countered her cross body with a power slam… a pretty nice move!

Ataru could not have perfomed such a picture-perfect powerslam on Yori in a million years, if she was still planting her feet down and bracing herself, but he had capitalized the moment when she was airborn, and here they were now, both contenders laying on the mats needing to catch a breather, but with Yori surely being in the worse conditions at the moment.

After a few long seconds, and with the fans roaring wildly to encourage both contenders, Ataru would finally stand up, wandering on slightly unsteady legs as he walked his way to the grounded Yori.
If the voluptuous opponent was still too dazed to fight it back, he would slowly hoist her up to her feet, bent down with on of Ataru's arms hooked behind her neck and one of her own arms similarly draped behind the boy's neck.

Preparing to try a vertical suplex, Ataru would take a moment to tease Yori some: not the typical ring trash-talking... but Ataru's nicer version of it. "Ufff ufff... It was a nice match Yori, but with this final move I will be able to escape this cage. Sorry that I won't get to know how it is feels to be smothered out by you... hehe..!"., he would say, blushing a bit at his own antics and taking a deep breath as he tried to gather his strenght.

Yori would need some time to recover from that. This was a heel of a move. She didn´t see much like that before. But she still wasn´t done she just would need a few moments for herself to get back up to her feet and continuing fighting. She wanted to show that she still had it in herself.

Unluckily for her Ataru was the first one to get back to his feet. He was standing over her and Yori could only watch him for the moment. But the boy didn´t plan to only watch her. Instead she was picked up from the ground and lifted back to her feet imminently. Yori was standing there in front of her opponent a bit dizzy and shaky almost unable to stand on her own. But Ataru wasted no moment and set her directly up for the next big move. Yori didn´t find the strength to fight back right now. So she found her head under his arm. The mature woman awaited a ddt or something like that. But instead suddenly she felt how he was pushing against her body and pushing her slowly upwards into a vertical suplex. All yori could do now was scream out in panic when she suddenly saw herself lifted up from him into the air like this.

Ataru would not meet much resistance from the still dazed Yori. But even in that way, lifting the bigger woman into a vertical position would require more of Ataru dwindling strenght and stamina resources.

"U-Unnnghhfff....!". Not without a hard straining, the young boy managed to bring Yori into a balanced lift, legs up for a couple of seconds, before he would finally relax and drop himself down, letting gravity do most of the work into bringing Yori down to the mats, back first.

Once again, it took Ataru a few moments to recover, laying on the mats next to the female opponent, before he would roll up into a crawling position, and slowly up to his feet.
"Heh... you are tough Yori, but it was not enough.. uff uff..". Confident that he had the match won there, Ataru would turn his back to the voluptuous wrestler and head towards the steel cage with trembling steps.

Yori was in the vertical position with the best view on the floor right under her. She didn´t like this view at all. Although her opponent wasn´t that tall it was a dame scary view for her to see the mat under her with nothing between her and it. But Ataru wasn´t able to hold this position for long.

Soon after her opponent lifted her into the air she felt how she started to move again and slowly when downwards again. Yori screamed out again as loud as she could, but then she hit the mat, again back first and all the air was taken out of her, so she wasn´t even able to scream out in pain after she landed on the mat. She would just lay there breathe heavily and staring up into the air slowly. She noticed that her opponent was lying right next to her. He was pretty done as well, but the mature woman just took more damage than him.

Suddenly Yori noticed that he was slowly standing back up and making his way up to his feet. She couldn´t let him get away this easily. She didn´t let him win! The moment Ataru tried to turn away from her and walk away she tried to reach out with her arm and grab his ankle and hold on to it with one arm. She wouldn´t let go of him so easily.
“Don´t…….. even think….. about……. running away! Fight me to the end… the real end… just because I am a bit older means that you can finish me off…. So easily little one!”, she said trying to put a smile onto her face while she looked up to him. She tried to stop him by holding on to his ankle and trying to recover. When he would rip himself free and run away she would have a problem… all she needed would be a short break.

Ataru had already started his walk towards the ringside, when he was stopped on tracks by Yori's arm clinging around his ankle.

Escaping from her stubborn hold seems to be impossible, and the mere idea of kicking at her to break free would be just too horrible to even consider.
And thus, Ataru decided to crouch down bringing himself close to Yori, trying to pull her arm loose from around his leg in an almost gentle way.
Not a very strategical move from his side: he was not pressing his advantage, he was unwittingly granting Yori enough time to recover... and more importantly, he was way too much close to her clutches.

Yori got a good hold on her opponent’s ankle. Her finger where warped around it as tight as it was possible for her. She looked up to him and saw that he would rather like walking away from her instead of doing more with her. As Yori, Ataru wanted to win this match. Luckily for the older woman her opponent was to gentle to just stomp down on her and make her go this way.

Instead Ataru choose another way, so he was crouch down and get a hold on Yori´s wrist, hoping to make her let go this way. But Yori had something other in mind then just letting go of him. The moment the boy would bow down to her she would reach out with her free hand trying to get a handful of his hair and pull his face right into her breasts. If successful she would reach out with both of her arms and bringing them around his head to hug his head right into a powerful smother.

While holding his head with her arms yori tried to move her hips under his body and catch his lower part with a body scissor as well, making it just even harder for him to escape.
The fans were starting to cheer loudly the moment Yori locked the breast smother in.

"Back off, Ataru-baka...!" (stupid Ataru), the young boy's mind would ring a way too late alarm, suddenly realizing that Yori was pulling him close into her clutches, and especially into her awaiting bosom, thus taking full advantage of his carelessness.

"Wah..?? Mmrpff.....!!!". Before he could try to struggle his way out, her surprisingly strong arms are hugging him tight inbetween her large enveloping breasts, smothering his face in that warm softness again. And to make his predicament even more difficult, her thick long thighs were also wrapping around his waist, ankles locked behind his back so that he would not be going anywhere soon.

With the air getting both squeezed and smothered out of his lungs, Ataru's squirmings and blind struggling is divided between the double needs of pulling his head free and of escaping from the sensual leggy vice constricting his slender body. Like that, his efforts are incoherent and unable to accomplish either of the tasks.

"M-Mmpffhhhhh..... @///@". Caught in such womanly jail with Yori's body, Ataru is still ontop, but definitely not in control as the double embrace doesn't allow him any escape. His blind tentative hands can only provide a nice massage to Yori's glistening thighs, getting no leverage and not having the strenght to pry them apart, while the voluptuous wrestler can instead make full use of her arms to hug Ataru's cute face into an apparently cuddly, but literally breath-taking breastsmother. His muffled noises are stifled inthere, just like his scarce air supply is being wasted in fruitless squirmings.

Yori got her opponent right where she wanted him. She got him caught in a smother hold and wouldn´t let go of him any time soon. YOri had her arms around his head and her legs around his body. This was a smother hold she used many times before and every time it worked out great. So this time as well. Ataru was in panic and tried everything to get out of the hold.

YOri listened to the cheering of the fans. Some were calling her name trying to fire her up so she would smother him out the first time. But there were also many people calling Ataru´s name, hopping that he would find a way and the strength to get out of this hold and escape the first ko. But Yori didn´t wanted that to happen.

The mature woman gave everything she had to hold him in place. The ref came over and checked on the small boy, lifting his arm up to see if he was still continues.

Yori would smile a bit while she holds on to the smaller one. “Just give in Ataru… keep your strength for the second round.”