SS '14 Main Event Hentai Title Match: (C)Marissa Vs. Azami

"H-hey!" Marisa protested as Azami began to kick her legs.

Unfortunately for the champion, the Asian's legs were not quite locked in when she began to struggle. The American reeled into a turnbuckle, forced to release Azami.

However, she was quick to go back on the attack, trying to grasp a hold of Azami's head, trying to pull her up far enough to try and lock in a dragon sleeper....

Azami was relieved that she could shove Marisa away before she got completely caught, but it turned out that the princess wasn't out from the woods yet. The determined model grabbed her head and pulled her up forcefully, before locking her into a dragon sleeper hold.

"Nnnggh!" the blue haired girl grunted as she felt her airways blocked.

Her arms immediate would reach for Marisa's, trying to loosen the hold at the very least. Azami certainly didn't want to leave herself vulnerable for too long to the champion. She couldn't really afford that at this stage. For now, though, Marisa had the better control of the situation.

Marisa used the leverage gained from controlling Azami's head to move her opponent around, stepping backwards toward's the center of the ring.

"Come along, Azami, I've got something to show you..." she said as they made the trip.
Once they got to the center of the ring, Marisa would drop to the mat, into a sitting position, her legs coiling around Azami's waist in a body scissors. However, the model would release her opponent's head and drop herself back into a laying position, her legs still around the Asian's waist. Then, Marisa began to roll to the left, attempting to topple Azami over. The model would then continue to roll, tumbling Azami over and over again in a classical wrestling move known as the farmer's roll! Although the move did little damage, it's true purpose was to dizzy and disorient the victim. The crowd would gasp and 'oohh', not expecting to see such a move tried in a hentai venue, of all things.

Azami could only let Marisa drag her around as she was trapped within the hold despite her effort to free herself. When she was finally released, it turned out that the champion was only doing so in order to put her into a body scissor from behind. Still a bit weakened from the earlier sleeper, Azami could only try pulling Marisa's legs away from her waists weakly, which wasn't enough to let her escape the model's grip.

"Aaaahh...!" the princess yelped as her opponent began to roll around to disorient her.

She tried to free herself before Marisa could really make her head spin around, but it's only getting increasingly difficult for her to do so. Each roll the model did only weaken her effort, and at this rate she might end up all dizzy an vulnerable to the champion yet again.

The crowd began to cheer as Marisa started to roll Azami and herself about the ring in a fast moving circle. The champion knew she had to be cautious, as she was also subject to some of the dizzying effects of the move. But she also figured she had to make enough revolutions to keep Azami disoriented.

"'Round and round we go...." she called as they rolled.
Marisa would stop them after two complete circles, releasing her legs from around the Asian's waist. Standing up, she shook her head, a bit dizzy herself from all of the repeated rolling. The champion had to take a moment to steady herself. Staggering slightly, she would then made her way back to Azami's feet. Grasping her legs, Marisa would spread them open, again trying to cross them into a figure four position before dropping down to apply the hold!

Both wrestlers were rolling for a while until they finally stopped, and it was the challenger that came out worse. Azami groaned as she felt too dizzy to move around, although it seemed that Marisa was also affected by her own move. The temporary pause did little for the princess as her legs would once again spread by her opponent before she could fully recover from the roundabout trip.

"Ah...! No!" Azami whined as she was trapped by the figure four leglock of Marisa, which only made her even more vulnerable than she already was.

She had a feeling that she knew what would come after this, and it sent a shivering wave to her back. If her suspicion came true, then she might be in a serious problem.

Asami's instincts turned out to be right. Marisa had locked the Japanese woman's legs in a figure four, but she had also placed her sex against Asami's. The crowd cheered, recognizing the American's hentai finishing move, which Marisa called the Figure Four Clitlock. The lips of her pussy slid up and around the Moon Princess's clit as she gyrated her hips.
The ref dropped down to the mat as Marisa sat up, forcing Asami's shoulders to the mat....

Azami grunted as Marisa locked the hold while also putting them in a trib position, forcing her down to the mat. She moaned as the champion began to grind her womanhood against hers, and had ti use her hands to keep her upper half up so her shoulders wouldn't touch the mat.

"Aaahhh... t-this isn't over yet...!" the princess began to lose her cool as she realized that she was driven into a corner.

It's impossible to keep resisting Marisa's grinding, but she could barely move with her legs locked like this. Azami needed to escape quickly, but it's clearly not an easy task with the model trapping and assaulting her sex at the same time like this!

Marisa smiled as Azami struggled within the hold. It was a thrill, feeling her sex pressed up intimately against another woman's. The victim's trapped clitoris fit snugly between the lips of her pussy, as she grew wetter and wetter. But despite how wet, and slick things got, the model's legs intertwined with the victim made it nigh impossible to pull her sex away.
"Mmm, that's it Azami, feel it." she called. "Struggle if you want, it'll just make the moment you cum all the more glorious!"

"Uhhnnn..." Azami groaned as she was forced to endure the relentless assault from Marisa's tribbing. "Oohh... M-Marisa-san..."

It's almost too tempting for her to give in and let the champion had her way. She couldn't break away from the position even if she wanted, and doing so would only earn her another penalty that wouldn't help her in any ways either. Azami was in a pinch, until she remembered that losing here would earn her a punishment from Lukretia due to their unofficial agreement. It's also tempting to find out, but Azami for once didn't feel like taking that risk.

The princess grunted as she began to shift her weight to her right, before attempting to turn around their position in order to loosen Marisa's leglock and shifted the control of the tribbing in her favor. She would still have a lot to do from there, but what she did was the important first step to try turning around her predicament to an advantage.

"Yaaahhh...!"