Family affairs: Ataru vs Mariko

Best 2 of 3 rounds match. Submission style (victory via submission or KO)

Ataru had mixed feelings about the incoming contest while he was approaching the ring between two wings of wildly roaring fans. One one hand, having seen Mariko easily toy with Ryu in their recent match was making the youngest of the Toranami cousins more than a little bit nervous about this match. On the other hand, he was looking forward to the exciting chance to defeat Mariko and avenge Ryu's defeat.



As usual, a few cat-calls from the female audience would teasingly "compliment" his cute-looking face. Staying focused on his mission, the handsome boy would not pay much attention to that as he finally made his way up to the middle of the ring.
Throwing aside his t-shirt to reveal his lithe yet well toned young body, the Japanese lad started some light stretching movements, trying to loosen the tension of his muscles in awating of his seductive opponent to show up.

Soon after Ataru’s music faded out, a new song began to play over the speakers of the Tension arena, signaling the entrance of Mariko Ishii. The Japanese beauty stepped through the curtain and onto the stage, clad in her usual gold top and matching shorts, with pink thigh high stockings and white boots. Though she’d never been one to give the crowd much attention before, a part of her felt relieved to hear a good amount of cheering upon her arrival. This was her first match in several months, and it was nice to see she apparently hadn’t been forgotten in that time.

With a near-seductive grin on her face she strode down the aisle and ascended the steel steps before entering the ring. The young boy standing across the ring from her was handsome and fit, though something about his body language gave Mariko the feeling he was nervous. Was it typical pre-match nerves, or was he intimidated by her? It was hard to tell, considering Mariko currently wasn’t aware of Ataru’s relation to another opponent she’d soundly defeated a while ago. There was a hint of familiarity when she looked at him, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on why just yet...

“Hey there, handsome. Lets have some fun~” Mariko said, giving Ataru a playful wink as she moved to stand in the corner. Unlike the tense boy, she leaned back very casually against the turnbuckles behind her, draping her arms over the top ropes while crossing one leg in front of the other, content to relax and keep her eyes trained on her foe while waiting for the bell to ring.

Watching at Mariko walking her way to the ring, Ataru could not be surprised at how she had been able to put Ryu off from his game and eventually dominate the match. With her curvy but perfectly toned bod, her confident demaneor, and not less important, the sultry aura that radiated with every movement of her body and word from her lips, she was exactely the kind of female opponent that would put Ryu into a world of troubles trying to fight her.... and the same went with Ataru, to be entirely honest.

Totally relaxed and in a playful mood, Ataru's sexy opponent looked like having no clue of his relations with Ryu... nad no concerns about the incoming match in any case. Something that the young boy was going to fix immediately. He wanted her to know who he was, and why he was going to defeat her after all.

"H-Hello there, my name is Ataru Toranami and... well I won't turn around it: I have nothing against you but you defeated my cousin Ryu in a very embarrassing way, so I am going to make things even by defeating you tonight",
Ataru would declare putting on a brave face, but still slightly blushing at her presence. A detail that could surely let Mariko know that, like the other Toranami boy, Ataru was not immune to her charms.

Mariko listened as the cute boy introduced himself. And when he mentioned she’d defeated his cousin before, the Japanese beauty was initially puzzled. “Hm? I’m not sure I.... Oh yes, I remember now!” she said with a giggle when the name finally rang a bell. “He was quite amusing to play with. I’m sure you’ll be just as fun.”

Despite Ataru’s bold prediction of victory, Mariko clearly wasn’t fazed by it in the slightest. Part of that had to do with the blushing on his face. She knew he was intimidated, even if he tried to hide it. Mariko was already in his head, and she didn’t plan on leaving it any time soon.

The bell then rang, and Mariko began to take slow, sauntering steps to circle her prey. Now that she remembered how much she’d enjoyed dominating Ryu, she was even more excited to do the same to Ataru. And after a moment more, she put her arms up and lunged in to try to initiate a lockup with her foe.

Sure thing Ataru was nervous at the possibiity of becoming Mariko's toy on the ring... but that was not going to happen. Or that's what he believed at least.

"A-alright then bring it.... ungff....!"
Grappled in a starting mutual lockup, Ataru would immediately realize that Mariko's beautiful and well toned body was not just for show. He tried to push the girl backwards towards the ropes, but she seemed to match his physical strenght with no evident effort... not that raw strenght had ever been his best fighting attribute in any case.

Ataru was mostly skilled at counters, and that's what he would try to use right from the start. Stopping to push firward and stepping aside, the boy tried to grapple one of Mariko's arms and sneak behind her for a one-armed hammerlock.
"Unfff.... h-hehe.. well how's that for fun?", he would grin wrenching the armlock some.

Mariko was by no means the strongest woman on the Tension roster. But all her work in the gym had definitely paid off. Granted, Ataru wasn’t exactly a tank either, though halting his efforts to push her back still brought a little smirk to Mariko’s lips.

But then with a sudden twist, the Japanese beauty’s arm was being bent behind her back, where her foe was now standing. “Ngh.. A little soon to be celebrating, isn’t it?” Mariko said, before throwing her free arm back in an attempt to sling it around the back of Ataru’s neck. If she could get her arm in position, she’d then thrust her hips back into the boy’s while attempting to flip him forward and take him to the mat with a side headlock takedown.

Normally, it would not be easy to flip Ataru over while being grappled in a hammerlock. But normally, Ataru's opponents were not as flexible as Mariko proved to be. And normally, Ataru's opponents were not sultry beauties who would ram their curvy hips backwards to bump his groin and thus obtain an opening.

"Unfffhh...! What the..? Ungggh!". Before he knew it, the tables had been turned onto him and he was grappled into a tight side headlock underneath Mariko's body.

"mngffh.... y-yeah looks like it was too early... nghff...", the boy admitted amidst embarrassed groans, forced to look up at Mariko's face while being partly muffled against the side of her supple breast.
With one arm pinned under her body, Ataru tried to move his free hand down to push against Mariko's thighs...which in case of failure could risk to make the handsome boy even more tuckered in her clutches.

Mariko grinned down at Ataru’s trapped face after taking him down to the mat. She giggled at the feeling of his breath against her breast, but continued to squeeze against his head and neck. But then she felt his hand pushing against her thighs, and noticed a new opening that had presented itself.

“Trying to cop a feel, huh? Such a naughty boy~” she teased before reaching out with one hand to grab at his wrist. If she could get it, Mariko would release her headlock only to push up and quickly spin in an attempt to drape her sexy legs across Ataru’s body and transition into an armbar.

Mariko's tease distracted Ataru enough to gain a good opening for her planned armbar.
Despite the uncomfortable entrapment, the young boy couldn't help but feel the sensuous part of it too, with Mariko's perfectly shaped legs draped across his chest to keep him in place underneath a smooth leggy jail.
"unghh... I'd say you're doing most of the holding though.. .nghh...", replied Ataru, squirming around in Mariko's submission. His free hand reached her calves trying to push and tug his way out but for now he was just a prisoner in her armlock.

Mariko giggled at the trapped boy’s words. “Yes, I suppose that is true~” she replied while continuing to wrench Ataru’s arm back painfully in her armbar. She had him in a bad spot here, and even with his hand pushing at her legs, getting out of this wouldn’t be easy.

Still, it might not be easy to force a submission from him just yet. Might as well try switching things up. So she abruptly let go of his arm and moved her legs off of Ataru, then quickly got back up. Assuming he hadn’t gone anywhere, Mariko would reach down to grab his arm and try to drag him back up to his feet too.