James Wright vs. Madonna

James reached out. For what, he was not sure. Even if the rope would serve as a break he was too far away and lacked the leverage to even get close to it. His brain was being deprived of oxygen far too quickly for the ace to form any sort of cogent plan and his mouth began to loll open.

This is it, he thought. This is how I go out of my debut match. Stripped down to nothing and choked by a physically superior woman.

Madonna was feeling how she was slowly squeezing the live out of her opponent. But she did not want to let go. He must tap out or pass out that she would let him go. Even then it would not be sure that she would imminently let go of him. She tried to pull everything tighter, her arms around his neck, and her legs around his hips. She smiled. “Just a few more moments and it well be over… don´t worry the pain will stop soon!”, she whispers in his ear.

James knew there was no way out. The crowd was pulling for him as hard as they could and James was digging as deeply as he could to try and fight the woman but he knew there was no point in it. James tapped the side of Madonna's leg furiously, hoping to tap so as to avoid getting knocked out during his debut match.

Madonna felt how her opponent was tapping on her leg, she smiled when he done this. “Good boy normally now the pain would stop… but not this time!” She said quietly. Then she kept the last sleep on and chokes him on. She wanted to send a message to the locker room. She wanted to show that she was the best there was and no one should mess with her. And no one should call a match in front of her a game! She hoped that some people would see this. “Still thinking this is a game?”

Words came to him. Surely Madonna said something into his ear, but he didn't hear it. All of his concentration was focused on avoiding the inky blackness of unconsciousness. That contemptible woman didn't release him when he tapped her leg like he should have expected her to but James was in the unenviable position of trying to stay awake.

It was a battle he lost, fairly rapidly. His mouth slacked open and his eyes shut. Every muscles in his body slumped from being put under. The boy was out like a light.

Madonna felt how the live was squeezed out of her opponent. Then she felt how his body was totally limply. She knows she had done it. But she did not let go of him, she holds on for a few more moments before she finally release her opponent out of the hold. She rolled over the mat and stood up. She took one last look at her opponent and smiled.

“And that happens when someone tries to step up to me!”, she said to him. Then the ref raised her hand. And declared her the winner, via submission. Madonna smiled at the crowed how was still booing her. She walked around two ring in the ring before she picked up her Gloves. “Boo me as match as you want…. But I am the winner!”, she shouted with a smile before leaving the ring. She walked back into the backstage area.

James was alone now. He supposed he was always alone here. His first night in Kyoto ended in defeat and a fairly humiliating one at that. He swam in the darkness of unconsciousness for a while before he began to rouse. The ref girl gave him a little prodding and James began to flutter a little bit. Shamefully, his member was still engorged.

The ace was groggy. It was to be expected after such a finish, and it seemed as if every fiber of his being screamed in pain. There were better ways to spend a night out, surely, and James was deeply shamed by the way this one began, carried on and ended. It was going to take a while to recover from this one.

MADONNA WINS VIA SUBMISSION