SD III: Mariko Ishii vs. Ninjette

Mariko had turned the tables rather nicely after the initial moments of the match had gone so poorly for her. Now she was giving her foe a nice little taste of what was to come later. Naturally she'd expect Kozue to try to return the favor at some point, but she didn't expect it to happen as soon as it did.

As soon as Mariko reached the opposite corner, she turned around, and immediately went wide-eyed at the sight of Kozue's ass right in front of her. She had no time to react, and let out a muffled grunt against her foe's rump as it slammed into her face and blasted her up against the turnbuckles behind her.

If Kozue stayed put, Mariko would find herself pinned back against the turnbuckles in a manner almost identical to the position she'd just held Kozue in. If she moved, the dazed beauty would just slump down to a sitting position against the corner.

What was the best part of Kozue’s attack? Aside from the irony of it all, the perfect timing, and the way Mariko’s face felt against her butt, giving her a little preview of things to come?

Unlike usual, Kozue was in a perfect position to watch the effects of her move right as it happened, seeing it all go down live on the big screen. It was a sight to behold, really and truly, and no matter how this match turned out, she was going to be rewatching it for years to come.

And she wasn’t done yet, either.

She took a quick moment to give Mariko a wiggle in the face, rubbing things in both figuratively and literally, before she back off and let her opponent slump to the mat. Kozue took a step forward, and for a moment it looked like she was about to run across the ring and do unto Mariko as Mariko had tried to do unto her...but nope. She had a better idea.

Instead, she grabbed the ropes, yanked herself back, and slammed her rump into Mariko’s face once more. Only this time, she kept it there and pressed down with her weight behind it, going for the first smother attempt of the match - a Stinkface, of course.

On top of the pure impact itself, Kozue's attack had caught Mariko completely by surprise, which only worsened the stunning effect that left her nice and vulnerable. For a moment it almost seemed she was going to be given a brief moment to shake off the cobwebs, as Kozue prepared to take off. But instead, she was just given another up close look at her foe's ass before it planted itself right on her face.

"Mmmph!" she groaned out against Kozue's rump while her hands pawed against it. Though the cameras couldn't catch it, Mariko was blushing, and not entirely from embarrassment. Kozue's ass was firm, yet soft, and despite the lack of air, she didn't at all hate the way it felt against her face. But Mariko was in this match to win it, and she damn sure didn't want to hand over the first round, especially not so soon.

She pushed against Kozue's ass and legs as hard as her arms could, while trying to turn her head to either side so she could breathe. That meant rubbing her face up against her sexy foe's rump some more - though she didn't particularly mind. But if it worked and freed her from the smothering effects of the stinkface, that was really all that mattered.

It occurred to Kozue that, unless her memory was off, this was the first time she’d ever done a Stinkface on anyone, or even attempted to smother someone out with it. Despite having - arguably - the second best ass in Tension, and despite all the compliments she got on it, she rarely used it as a weapon.

After this match, though, that was definitely going to change. Facesitting was just too much fun.

It wasn’t just the feel of Mariko’s perfect face on her cheeks that gave her a thrill, though that was certainly a large part of it. And the screams into her rear, while nice, weren’t the biggest thing. No, what got her off most was just the dominance of it. Using her face like a perch, just owning it, turning her opponent into furniture...this was the sort of kink she could used to.

Before she could really indulge, though, Mariko showed she had a bit more life than Kozue was hoping for, fighting her way to fresh air. She was still in control of things, but clearly not enough to get her first fall of the evening. Mariko needed more work.

”Hope you liked the view, sugar buns.” Kozue turned around, grabbed Mariko’s head, and tried to put her into a front facelook as she pulled her out of the corner, setting up for more fun. ”You’ll be seeing a lot of it before this match is over, trust me.”

Mariko began to take in heavy breaths the moment she was able to do so again. The few seconds Kozue had smothered her with that beautiful backside of hers hadn't quite come close to knocking her out, but her body was glad to be taking air in again regardless.

And the effects of the smother were clear enough when Kozue pulled Mariko up and out of the corner. The Japanese beauty offered almost no resistance initially. And even once she did, it amounted to little more than squirming and pulling at Kozue's arm in a likely futile attempt to free her head, or at least loosen her foe's grip.

"Ngh. Not too bad...for second place," she still managed to tease despite her not-so-advantageous circumstances.

Kozue was not, nor would she ever be, a power wrestler, but this was a special sort of circumstance. She rarely wrestled women, and she rarely took on people close to her size. On top of that, this was a PPV - if there was a time to bring out the fine china, it was right now.

Mariko was putting up a fight in the headlock, but Kozue didn't intend to hold her there for long, anyway. Only a couple of moments passed before she grabbed her foe’s far arm and draped it over her shoulder. ”Let me show you what a second-place ass can do.”

With a grunt, she lifted Mariko into the air, hauled her body high, using what little strength she had to get it done. It wouldn't be enough to complete the move by itself, though, and that was why Kozue had a work around. She got Mariko just high enough to turn a bit and drop her stomach on the ropes, giving her the boost she needed to take her opponent up, over, and down to the mat with a slingshot suplex.

Mariko had put up just enough of a fight in Kozue's clutches that for a moment she thought she might be able to fight out of them. But then her arm was draped over her foe's shoulder, and she knew she wasn't ready to stop what was coming - well, what she thought was coming.

This was the telltale setup for a suplex, and sure enough Mariko experienced the familiar feeling of being hoisted up into the air while her head remained trapped under her opponent's arm. But when she expected to continue flipping forward, Mariko instead suddenly came down the opposite way. A pained grunt forced its way past her lips when her stomach hit the ropes, and only then did she finally go for the ride she'd initially been expecting.

"Gah!" the violet haired beauty cried out when she came crashing down back first onto the mat, cringing and writhing from the impact.

Kozue couldn’t help but note that, despite having an amazingly plump and cushy posterior, it didn’t help Mariko take the impact from her suplex very well. The two of them hit the canvas with a powerful crash, louder than you would’ve expected from two women who couldn’t have weighed more than three hundred pounds.

Judging from the noises Mariko made, the move hurt her quite a bit, and Kozue would’ve loved to see that for a moment. But that was what Youtube was for - right now, she was all about dishing out the pain.

Only a scant moment passed before Kozue rolled backwards, pushing off her shoulders and getting to her feet in an instant. She rose with Mariko between her legs - there was a lovely thought - but she didn’t stay there for too long. Her feet had only just touched the canvas for half a second before she leaped up, kicked her legs out, and came crashing down on Mariko’s chest.

Butt-first. Of course.

This wasn't the first suplex Mariko had ever taken, and she highly doubted it would be the last. But the crash had still been a painful one, and more importantly, it left Mariko once again in a vulnerable position. And it quickly became evident Kozue was perfectly aware of this.

Her foe's body suddenly moved came to block out the overhead arena lights, giving Mariko a rather nice view. Kozue's body, towering over her, looked almost like a silhouette, though she could still make out plenty of the girl's beautiful features. That nice picture was just but a fleeting moment, however, as Kozue then leapt up and kicked her legs out. Mariko could see what was coming, but was still too winded to react to it in time.

"UGH!!" she gasped out heavily when Kozue's ass came crashing down onto her chest. Her limbs jolted up and flopped right back down, and she started panting underneath the brunette. But Kozue's weight, even as light as it was, was bearing down enough to make it difficult for her lungs to effectively do their job. Worse yet, with Mariko's face looking up at Kozue from between her outstretched legs, her foe was in prime position to go for a smother, and there seemed to be next to nothing Mariko could do about it right now.

Kozue didn't want to hurt Mariko - well, no, that wasn't wholly true. She didn't want to seriously hurt Mariko. Aside from the fact that she just plain liked her, there was the possibility of an after-match rendezvous, one that would've been severely ruined by a hospital visit.

So she decided to give Mariko a moment to recover and breathe, coughing and gasping for air. All the while, she scooted down her body, sliding down to sit on her lap, straddling her waist. ”Man,” She wiggles her hips, easing into her new perch and grinding Mariko for a bonus. ”You are comfy all over.”

Kozue could've gone for another facesit attempt, and she was sorely tempted, but a more creative idea was appealing to her. The rules said she just had to smother Mariko out. They didn't say which body parts she had to do it with.

A fiendish smile crossed her lips as she suddenly reached out and seized Mariko’s
wrists, pinning them to the mat. From there, she squirmed around, brought her legs up, and dropped her feet on her foe’s face, attempting to smother her out with the thinly covered soles.