A Gamer's Debut: Mariko vs. Mikoto!

Mikoto cautiously pulled back on Mari's ensnared leg while her backside scooches down her opponents tortured spine until she was seated just below her shoulder blades. After witnessing the devastating effects of her Japanese leg bar on Miss U.S.A.'s crippled limb in her last match, Miko now took greater care in the application of her judo repertoire, knowing not everyone has the tools to competently handle it. In comparison to Miss U.S.A. the priestess was actually taking it fairly easy on Mariko up until now, taking care not to overwhelm the rookie and gradually ease her into the submission and the discomforting pain that came along with it.

Mikoto flicked one of her bangs of hair out of eyesight before resting her hand on the knee of Mariko's contorted leg, the match now slowed to a grinding halt with the Japanese audience appreciating both Mikoto's technique and Mariko's resilience so far. The priestess felt Mari's leg muscles tighten up under the renewed strain, with an embarrassing side-effect of the boston crab being Mari's cute skirt flipping upside down to reveal her white gym shorts to the world. Mikoto struggled to maintain her seated position with Mariko clearly panicking and flopping around like a fish out of water, eventually relinquishing the hold and gently setting Mari's worked over limb on the canvas.

"You're hanging in there just fine Mariko-san, but you should know that everyone here is a superb athlete...as to whether they can handle themselves in the ring is an entirely different matter." Mikoto advised while slowly striding over to kneel in front of Mari, then attempting to lift her back up again by her arm. She was showing some restraint in this match by not continuing to punish the same leg, somewhat sympathetic towards Mari at this point who was clearly struggling...

Gingerly lifting Mariko back to her feet, Mikoto took extra care not to allow Mari to put too much of her weight on her injured limb to prevent the gamer girl from buckling under the pressure. Once Mariko once was standing again, albeit with a somewhat crooked posture now, the priestess would take a few steps back while her opponent adjusted her outfit. She bounced on her heels and stretched her arms out while Mariko regained her composure, knowing someone as pridefully arrogant as Mari would be not taking their lop-sided exchange of wrestling moves in a particularly positive light.

Still, hearing Mariko begrudgingly admit that the priestess was the clear victor from their little tussle gave Miko hope that maybe Mariko wasn't entirely a lost cause. Perhaps she could still be taught some humility if the match progressed in the same direction...

"Mmm....not really, no. Well, except that I offer my apologies if you think I you made look bad just then, but it was just my response to being taken lightly. However, if you still think you can handle me so easily...than I invite you to try again..." Mikoto boldly retorted with her steely eyed glare narrowing in concentration. She could never quite get the hang of 'trash talking', hopefully she didn't come off sounding overly pretentious...

The priestess resumed her widened judo stance and gradually encroached upon Mariko, stealing glimpses down towards her opponent's clearly damaged limb and the soreness from it which Mariko struggled to hide. Something Miko would have given her kudos for, fighting through the pain like that. Nevertheless, knowing Mariko 's lethal kicks were her greatest asset, Mikoto kept a watchful eye on her legs until she was within grabbing range of her opponent. If uninterrupted, Mikoto would swiftly attempt to clamp onto Mari's left arm and spin in place to press her back against Mariko's chest, attempting to heave her up and over in an over the shoulder judo flip.

Examining Mariko's disjointed stance and how her shifted weight made it obvious that the gamer girl was favoring one leg over the other led Mikoto to assume that she would be too sluggish to react appropriately towards her grab attempt. So to see her opponent nimbly hop back and out of arms reach came as a surprise until Mariko apparently buckled under the sudden strain on her ankle. Mikoto's initial reaction, regrettably, was to lower her guard and approach Mari with a concerned look on her face...

"H-hey, take it eas-" In that one brief opening Mariko's wicked kicks would finally hit their mark, smacking into the side of her face with enough force to spin the priestess to the side and cause her to collapse to her knees after drunkenly stumbling forward a few groggy steps. The impactful blow echoed towards the rafters though at the moment all the priestess could hear was a high pitched ringing in her ears, now hunched over with one hand nursing the noticeable red welt on her cheek.

"Hggh..." Mikoto flinched from even the slightest touch on her bruised cheek, the stinging pain and immediate loss of her equilibrium from the jarring kick bringing her down to her knees. The first actual bit of offense taken from Mariko and she was already left reeling in a heady daze after easily relinquishing control of the match back to her opponent, a strike so swift and seamless the priestess questioned if she could have dodged it even without her concerned distraction.

Mikoto's blurred vision was only just beginning to come back into focus after some forceful blinking before the disrespectful shove to her back tipped her forward onto the canvas in a slump. Groaning with the side of her face pressed against the mat, Mariko's earlier warnings about being unrelenting in her wish to see Mikoto taken to the brink of unconsciousness echoed in her mind, compelling her to lethargically work her forearms under her and attempt to slowly push herself up...

Allowing her opponent the chance to recover was an overtly noble characteristic of Mikoto's that many of her peers have scolded her for in the past. They admired her for her gentle nature and sense of fair play, but insisted that it was a noble characteristic that would cost her greatly and had no place in in the ring. Mikoto nevertheless still found it a difficult habit to break, even towards someone like Mariko who outright predicted her doom at the offset of the match. Though now she inwardly cursed herself for it, finding herself suffering for her decision as she was pinned back down to the mat with Mariko's foot between her shoulder blades.

"Nngh..." Along with Mariko seating herself on Mikoto's spine came the old familiar sense of dread that came with being put in this position numerous times before. Although she recognized the setup, the throbbing headache lingering from Mariko's sidekick still left her too dazed to resist it's application as the gamer girl would easily synch in the camel clutch. Gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes from the sudden strain on her neck, Mikoto resisted the urge to cry out in pain as her cupped chin was yanked back. While not expertly applied it was still enough to keep Mikoto grounded in the rookie wrestler's clutches...