SD III: Mariko Ishii vs. Ninjette

Things certainly weren’t off to the best of starts for Mariko tonight. Each and every move Kozue was making was lightning quick, and precisely calculated. The violet haired vixen barely had time to blink or breathe before her foe was right on her, ready to strike again. And unfortunately, that trend wasn’t looking to end anytime in the immediate future. Mariko was in the process of getting up, and only looked up in time to catch a split second glimpse of Kozue’s leg before the impact slammed into her face.

“Gah!” Mariko cried out as the hit knocked her right back down to the mat. Lying face up, she squirmed and writhed around while her hands covered the severely aching spot on her face where her foe’s leg had just slammed into.

This wasn’t something she couldn’t recover from. Given enough time she could shake off the cobwebs and find a weakness in her opponent to exploit. But still, the blow had dazed and floored her. But given the progression of events thus far, she doubted Kozue was going to give much consideration to the thought of letting Mariko get her bearings back quite so easily.

Bullseye.

The only way Kozue’s kick could’ve hit better would be if Mariko had deliberately gotten into position for it, landing smack dab on that soft, sensual face of hers and laying her right out. Kozue was trying hard not be too cocky in the moment, not to let the first moments of what would be a long match get to her head, but it was kind of hard not to. She was three for three. Dare she go for four?

”Banzai!” She cried out as she popped to her feet, rallying her fans behind her. She raised her fist into the sky and walked over to Mariko’s head, going right back to business. ”As much as I like you in that position…”

It was tempting to go for the smother right now, but she knew Mariko was nowhere near stunned enough for a knockout. She needed to work her over more, and the best way to do that was to stay mobile.

With that in mind, she grabbed Mariko by the head and lifted her up, getting the vixen on her feet. As soon as she was straightened out, Kozue grabbed her by the wrist, yanked back, and sent her off running towards the turnbuckle with a hard Irish Whip.

Shit!

In her head Mariko was torn between trying to endure the pain in her face from Kozue’s strike, and kicking herself for letting her speedy adversary pick up this sort of dangerous momentum right off the bat. Already she was in a dangerous spot, made even more evident when she saw her foe’s beautiful form come to tower over her prone body.

Mariko was in position for Kozue to pretty easily attempt to smother her. And while she didn’t at all hate the idea of having any part of this woman pressed against her face - especially that wonderful 2nd place ass of hers, she certainly didn’t want to be losing the first fall barely a minute into the match, if even that. Mariko still felt like she had more than enough energy to fight off such a fate, and it seemed Kozue sensed the same thing. And instead of being smothered, the violet haired vixen found herself being dragged back up to her feet and whipped off into the ropes.

Her head was still hurting, but it was still in good enough shape that she could think clearly. And after bounding off the ropes, Mariko took a few sprinting steps toward Kozue before dropping down and throwing both feet out, hoping to slam a sliding dropkick right into the brunette’s knee.

Some part of Kozue was thrilled that things were going well so far, but another part was worried. Deadly worried.  She knew how good Mariko was, she’d seen the matches, she’d studied the technique. As strong a start as this was, she realized that it could go very sour, very fast. So, when that turned out to be exactly what happened, she wasn’t surprised. Not after it occurred, anyway.

There she was, throwing Mariko off with an Irish Whip. Instead of just waiting in the middle of the ring, she actually started to dash towards her two seconds after the release, trying to meet her halfway and slam into her with more momentum. Maybe an elbow to the face or a flying knee or a running hip attack if she was feeling crazy...which she was. Either way, she’d decide when she got there.

This was a mistake, though, because it just meant that she wound up running into Mariko’s counterattack, which was twice as worse as it would’ve been otherwise. Mariko’s low dropkick slamming into her knees like cannon fire and sent the New Jersey Ninja into a tailspin, rolling forward and crashing hard on her shoulders. It was the first hit of the match for her, so she wasn’t in all that bad of shape, but it was still more than she wanted to take.

Anxious to get back up, Kozue grabbed the ropes and started pulling hard, yanking her way back to her feet and turning to face Mariko. ”Okay, nice move, I’ll give it to you.”

The time it took Mariko to throw her dropkick was extremely brief, barely more than the blink of an eye. But so many things could have happened, good or bad, in that split second. Quick as Kozue was, it was possible she could see Mariko’s attack coming and move out of the way, and that would leave her wide open for so many different things.

Fortunately, she wouldn’t have to worry about anything like that. A loud smack rang out when her boots struck Kozue’s leg, sending the brunette into an involuntary flip and crash down onto the mat. She was getting up quicker than Mariko was, but she was reeling. That told the violet haired vixen to pounce, and she followed the instinct.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” she replied while pushing herself to her feet and lunging straight for her foe while she was on the ropes. Hoping she could get away with it before Kozue could stop her, Mariko reached out and tried to grab the same leg she’d just struck with the dropkick, intending to pull so she could drop down and twist the leg with a dragon screw if she could get away with it.

Was it weird that Mariko kicking her ass actually made Kozue kind of attracted to her? Moreso than before?

Yes, she decided. But that didn’t mean she didn’t like it.

She liked the way Mariko was quick to take advantage of her opening, moving in while she was wide open and going for her leg. The smart thing to do. What she would’ve done in her position, though she probably would’ve thrown in some crazy flippy shit with it, too.

Regardless, it was just as effective as Kozue’s dragon screw. Maybe even a little more so, since Kozue was lighter and she was heavier. She went tumbling away, rolling right towards the nearest turnbuckle and smacking the back of her head against the pad. She laid there for a second, too.

”Not bad.” She smirked and started to sit up. ”Good for you so far?”

Was it weird that Mariko loved the brief feeling of Kozue's toned leg against her right before she twisted the limb? Probably, but that didn't matter much now.

Mariko understood that, with Kozue being as agile as she was, being able to attack her leg like this early on was significant. Granted it would probably take much more than one dropkick and a dragon screw to seriously hinder Kozue's impressive speed. But it was a good start, if nothing else. And now once again her beautiful foe was vulnerable.

"Wonderful~" Mariko replied with a smirk of her own before starting to move back a bit, only to then charge forward at the brunette. Normally with an opponent in this position she'd be aiming to slam the sole of her boot right across their face. But given the nature of this match, she opted for a slightly different approach. Turning her hips at the last second, she aimed to slam her first place rear right into Kozue's pretty face!

The sight of Mariko running towards Kozue was both terrifying and beautiful at the same time. Mariko was always pretty hot in motion, of course, what with the way her body bounced along with each step, gliding across the mat with ease. But she knew what would happen when it reached her, and there wasn’t much she could do about it.

At least, she thought she knew. Kozue was expecting a boot to the face. Instead, she got an ass - a fine, firm, amazing ass, but an ass all the same, rammed into her face at about 8 MPH. It rocked her world in more ways than one, and she had to admit, she was a bit jealous: she’d wanted to do the same exact thing.

Hell, she still could. The match was far from over yet.

For the moment, she reeled from the blow and sagged against the turnbuckle, as the stars circled around her head.

Mariko held her position and kept her ass right there against Kozue's face, giving it a nice, brief little shake. Just a little something extra for herself and the crowd - and of course, for Kozue.

"Good for you so far?~" she asked teasingly.

Then the vixen held a finger up, letting everyone know she was about to go for one more. And a slow, rhythmic clap began to echo through the arena in anticipation, the pace growing quicker and quicker by the second.

Mariko ran across the ring to the opposite corner, planning to come darting right back so she could treat Kozue to another

Dazed as she was by the ass in her face - again, for multiple reasons - Kozue wasn’t totally out of it. She could still tell what was happening, what Mariko was doing, and more importantly, what she was about to do.

Enough gawking at Mariko’s butt. For now, anyway. There was work to do. "Okay, then."

Mariko was moving across the ring at high speeds, dashing. She was fast, but Kozue was faster, and when she was driven there wasn’t much that could stop her. She grabbed the ropes, pulled herself up in a flash, and chased after Mariko, sprinting  right after her, staying in her shadow.

The second she turned around, Kozue leaped into the air, spun around, and returned fire in the only way she really could - a leaping hip attack, aimed right the face. Full force.