Mamouru Higurashi Vs. Megumi Mutoh

Mamour smirked as he suddenly felt Megumi drop hiss foot. He took a brief second to try and wiggle his ankle, only to gasp at the pain. Getting up wouldn't be a good idea, but thankfully Megumi went to ground. Mamouru watched Megumi and began to scoot over to the crimson warrior. He tried to get hold of one of her legs and pull her into a leg lock. He'd like to see how she liked having HER wings clipped, not that this would be better than what he just did to Meguumi. If she didn't know he meant business now, she was even more of an arrogant bitch than Mamouru thought she was.

Megumi was stunned, so completely stunned that she had no way of even knowing what Mamoru had planned for her. Her sex throbbed with pain, and each movement shot a dull jolt into her stomach. She had never felt anything quite like this before. Perhaps it was because of where Mamoru hit her, catching her on her weakest spot while she wore virtually 0 protection. It was difficult to even try to recover after that.

Then Mamoru grabbed her leg and pulled her into a leg lock as well! Megumi whimpered in pain, suddenly having two areas to worry about. Moving too much hurt, but Mamoru was trying to cripple her leg. Megumi moaned and gasped, her hands trying to claw at the mat and drag herself over to the ropes. Mamoru was holding nothing back it seemed, and for the first time in the match Megumi felt fearful of what he might do to her.

Mamouru focused on the leglock. He had to try and keep Megumi from crawling towards the ropes. Well, maybe he could rattle her a bit. He smiled at the girl. "What was it, Megumi-chan? "Tap out or I'll make sure you don't walk? Such harsh words!"

But he could do better than that. Mamouru leaned forward, and reached out to grab Megumi's tight fitting speedo and tried to grasp it tightly. He wasn't going to pull it off, but instead he gave Megumi a choice. If she wanted those ropes, then she'd have to crawl out of it herself.

Megumi moaned as Mamoru tightened the hold, really starting to hurt the idol's leg now. She hammered her fists against the mat, but refused to give in as she crawled slowly towards the ropes. Mamoru's taunt only made her more determined as she gritted her teeth. She was going to make it there no matter what happened, until Mamoru grabbed onto her speedo. Megumi turned her head, her eyes widening in shock. Was Mamoru going to strip her?

It seemed the man was offering Megumi a choice, either stay in the hold and remain dressed, or try to crawl away and get stripped. Megumi wished she didn't have to make this choice, but the pain was too much and she didn't want her leg damaged. So she chose the ropes, slowly crawling towards them while her speedo slipped down her body and into Mamoru's hands.

Mamouru held on tightly to the speedo as Megumi chose to crawl towards the ropes. He could see the speedo slowly sliding down her shoulders until it reached her ample bosom. He narrowed his eyes as in anticipation as he wanted to see how far she would go but as the speedo threatened to expose her nipples, Mamouru let go and rolled onto his back.

He decided to let his dead weight make it harder for her to reach the ropes, rather than expose her to the crowd who was now cheering and suddenly booing at Mamouru's decision.

But when Megumi reached for the ropes, Mamouru held the hold until the ref threatened to disqualify him. Only at the final moment would he let go and roll out of the way and stand up, looking down at Megumi and waiting for her to get up.

Megumi was whimpering slightly now from both the pain and the humiliation of being put in such a submission and being stripped in front of this lecherous crowd. While Friction wasn't exactly high brow, Tension was even less so it seemed. Mamoru seemed to take pity on her however and only pulled it so the top of her breasts were revealed, not letting it slip down the whole way. Megumi was gasping in pain as she crawled over to the ropes, exhausted from dragging Mamoru the whole way and her mind was starting to go blank. She grabbed onto the ropes, holding on for dear life as the ref almost counted Mamoru out. She could tell his gaze was anything but pleasant as he looked down on her.

Megumi pulled herself up to a sitting position, fixing her speedo so the straps were back on her shoulders. Her leg was sore as well, the knee in pain even after Mamoru let go. And Megumi was tired from dragging Mamoru as well. Her spirit was certainly weakened after that exchange, especially since her sex still throbbed uncomfortably, and if someone looked closely there was a tiny wet spot in between her legs. Megumi wasn't giving up though. She grabbed onto the ropes, slowly pushing herself up and trying to not put pressure on her gimpy leg.

Mamouru watched Megumi carefully and as she tried to stand up, he looked down her body. His fists clenched tightly. He really wanted to show her why messing with him was a bad idea but this match wasn't for his satisfaction. When he thought it was reasonable for him to stand up, Mamouru rushed forward to try and knee Megumi in the ribs and push her against the ropes while she was halfway up. If he could wedge his knee into her side, he would try and lean against the ropes, grab for Megumi's hair and try and pull himself and her backwards and fling her into the middle of the ring by the hair.

Megumi was slow in getting up, exhausted and tired and hurt after Mamoru's devastating counterattack. She took her time, but it was a very bad idea to take a long time it seemed. She looked up, seeing Mamoru running in, her eyes widening in fear as she tried to evade, but could not. Mamoru's knee smashed into her ribs, knocking the air out of her and making her gasp out in pain. She leaned in against Mamoru, gasping and whimpering in paim. Mamoru met with no resistance when he tossed Megumi into the center of the ring. Megumi lay there, one hand covering her bruised side, eyes shut and in pain. Mamoru's cheap shots caught her off guard.

Mamouru stepped forward when he tossed Megumi to the center of the ring. He stalked towards Megumi until his feet were firmly planted on either side of her head, stepping down on her long brown, beautiful hair.

Mamouru looked down at Megumi and leaned over to try and grab her by the wrist, as well as put their faces closer together. "YOu stubborn, bitch." He said in a low, quiet tone. "There's definitely part of me that wants to humiliate you... but I'm honored to do what I need to do for my charge. It didn't have to come to this, Megumi-chan..." Mamouru then looked down at Megumi and winked, smiling. "But I think that secretly, this is what you wanted all along. If you just wanted a fight, all you had to do was ask. You didn't need to go through a big production!"

If Mamouru could grab hold of Megumi's wrists, he would try and yank them upward so her body would be lifted up but restrained by her hair painfully.

Megumi groaned in pain, trying to roll over, but when she moved her head pain shot through her scalp. She opener her eyes and looked up, seeing Mamoru standing over her with his feet on her hair. Megumi groaned, her hands pushing on his ankles futilely, not making any progress. He grabbed her wrists, pulling them away and taunting the idol. Megumi gritted her teeth, wanting so bad to hit Mamoru right now, but he was out of her reach. Then he pulled upwards. Megumi screamed in pain, her scalp feeling like it was peeling from her skull. She kicked the mat, eyes watering up from the pain. Mamoru wanted to destroy her it seemed.

"Stop! Mamoru, just stop!" Megumi screamed, "Fine, I admit, I wanted ro fight you, are you happy now? Let me gooooo!"