Shinobu Fujiwara Vs. Mariko Ishii

Shinobu had succeeded, or... so he thought. Though he heard the cry, Mariko seemed to be resting casually and still taunting and teasing him. Shinobu furrowed his brow and spun around to face Mariko, trying to scramble up her body and pin her down.

"Nothing of the sort! Cassie-chan knows what she's doing! Why shouldn't I listen to her!?" He demanded. Maybe he heard the way she spoke, but honestly, blindly following Cassie's instructions was probably for the best. Shinobu felt like he was doing way better than he had been with Ami, at least.

Idly sitting there while Shinobu held her leg rather than make any noticeable attempt to get out of his clutches clearly didn’t seem like the wisest move to many in the arena, especially when the blonde scrambled up Mariko’s body. The arms that had been holding her up moved out from under her, causing her beautiful body to fall right back on the mat beneath him.

But even still Mariko was clearly unworried, her smirk never disappearing from her features. Her arms did begin to move around as if keeping Shinobu from grabbing them and pinning them down, but at the moment they didn’t seem to be doing anything that would get him off of her. The referee then knelt by Mariko’s head and slapped the mat to start the count.

“ONE!”

However, right at that point, she would then try to grab onto one of Shinobu’s arms with both hands. And with a sudden twist of her body, Mariko would attempt to roll them both over to bring her laying over the blonde’s torso so she could bend and twist his arm back to apply a kimura armbar. Only then would she finally answer his question, leaning down by his ear and practically whispering as she spoke. “Because it won’t save you from me, Shinobu-chan.”

"Whaaaa!? Agggh!"

Shinobu was suddenly finding that the top position wasn't exactly the best spot to be in as he was pulled into the lock. He wriggled against her but all he managed to do was rub their bodies together and cause more pain to his arm.

His cheeks flushed deeply as he felt her hot breath against his ear in the most devious and sultry manner. He felt bad that it was affecting him and worse that Cassie was watching.

"Gh! Let. Go!"

Cassie spluttered while she tried to shout out instructions, but Shinobu's position worsened so rapidly that it was hard for her to come up with anything that would still be helpful by the time she got the words out. For Mariko to go for a Kimura lock... It was insulting. She wasn't even doing a great job of it. If it was Cassie, she would already have broken his arm. Not that she would. Not that she was proud of that...

"You're okay here, Shinobu! She's not in a position to finish! Don't worry about the pain, just turn into her and try to scramble!" He could do that, right?

Mariko simply adored Shinobu’s agonized screams as she twisted and bent his arm. And the way he writhed against her oh so desperately only added to her enjoyment. “That’s it, Shinobu-chan. Squirm for me.” she said, giggling to herself as she spoke.

But when she heard Cassie’s words from outside the ring her light giggle very nearly turned into a burst of hysterical laughter, which she only just managed to stifle. She was starting to think Shinobu’s girlfriend should consider a career in comedy. She’d no doubt at least be as successful with as she was as a wrestler. If Mariko had really wanted to snap her trapped foe’s arm, doing it would be a piece of cake. But why do that and bring the match to a swift end when she could have much more fun dragging out Shinobu’s suffering instead?

“‘Not in a position to finish,’ she says. I bet you hear that a lot from her, don’t you?” Mariko teased. “And once again, such questionable advice she’s giving you. It’s as if she wants you to keep suffering. How sweet and thoughtful of her.” Another chuckle would leave Mariko’s lips, and she would then start to stand up, pulling on Shinobu’s arm to guide him to his feet as she went, before attempting to then whip him into one of the corners. If successful, then as soon as he hit the turnbuckles Mariko would rush full speed at him, and aim a big boot right at his pretty face with her right foot.

Shinobu's eyes widened at Mariko's words. She had finally struck a nerve she was looking for but she probably had no clue how she managed it. Shinobu was rich, famous and attractive. For all intents and purposes, he was wrestling for a lark, which showed with how easily Ami handled him and how easily Mariko was now. He could probably have any girl he wanted from anywhere in the world but he wanted Cassie. She was so down to earth and funny and just not like everyone else he knew in the business. They seemed to connect on all levels, or so he thought.

Even though they had been together for some time, they still had yet to go all the way and Shinobu didn't THINK it was because either of them had any objection to it. Conflicting schedules, mostly his, admittedly, as well as some unfortunate timing the few times they were alone, had just simply made it something that hadn't happened yet.

Shinobu was definitely not in any rush and he wasn't going to pressure Cassie... but as a man, he couldn't help but wonder a bit in the back of his head. Their relationship, at times, felt a little more like they had been married for decades, rather than dating for a short time. The connection was there, but...

"Ahhhnnngh!"

Shinobu screamed as he was tugged and haphazardly lifted up and tossed into the turnbuckle. He was panting hard but it wasn't entirely from the abuse. His deep, purple eyes held a smolder to them that he couldn't recall the last time they had, if they ever did.

He watched as Mariko charged and he turned his head to avoid the kick, but could not stop her from crashing into him. "Guuh!"

Shinobu shut his eyes tightly and turned his head. He tried desperately to wrap his arms around Mariko's body and hold her in place. His cheeks were red with anger, shame and embarrassment.

Ah, there it was. Mariko has said and done things that had drawn some fun reactions from the blonde actor thus far, but none were as satisfying to her as this one. Naturally, she knew virtually nothing about Shinobu’s private life, or about his relationship with Cassie aside from the simple fact that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. So she couldn’t have known exactly why or to what extent her words had effected him. But they clearly did. And the mixture of emotions that suddenly occupied his expression was simply wonderful.

After lifting him up and sending him into the corner, Mariko had charged forth, only for her assault to be avoided...sort of. Her boot missed it’s target, but the rest of her body awkwardly crashed into him in a way she hadn’t even intended. Not the desired effect, but better than nothing, at least.

As her leg came down, Shinobu’s arms suddenly wrapped themselves around her body and kept her in place nice and tight against him. “Oh my. Someone seems upset.” she said, still grinning as she looked into his eyes. The plethora of emotions in them was quite an enjoyable sight. “The truth hurts, doesn’t it, Shinobu-chan?” Of course she had no way of knowing how much truth there was to any of it, but she wanted to milk his reaction for as much as she could get.

However, she wasn’t interested in remaining in his clutches long enough for him to do something to gain the upper hand. At least, as long as she could help it. So immediately after her follow up teasing, she would then pull her head back before throwing it forward, aiming to bring her skull crashing into Shinobu’s face with a headbutt.

Shinobu was so furious that he honestly had the same idea. He pulled his head back, shutting his eyes and threw it forward, only to feel their skulls crash together. His body instantly went limp and he sunk against the turnbuckle, groaning. Somewhere he knew Fujiko was yelling at him. Anything but his face. ANYTHING but his face!

Through the pain, that was all he could think about. He really wasn't cut out for this, it seemed.


"Nnngh... Sorry... Fujiko-san..."

A headbutt is never comfortable for anyone involved. But if you target below the forehead, usually you can at least ensure your opponent gets the worst of it, and that’s what Mariko was trying to do. Unfortunately, Shinobu did the exact same thing, virtually negating that strategy as their skulls came crashing together.

“Agh!” she grunted, taking a step back form the turnbuckle while holding a hand over her head. Mariko was just fortunate she hadn’t taken as much damage as Shinobu to this point. But now that she saw him dazed and sunken in the corner, she also saw an opening.

Keeping one hand over her head for the moment, she moved to pull him back up with the other hand. “Just take it easy, Shinobu-chan. It’ll all be over soon.” she’d say, before draping one arm around his front and over his shoulder, while hooking her other arm around one of his legs. And after taking a step or two back from the corner, she’d attempt to heave the blonde overhead and bring him crashing to the mat with an exploder suplex!

Shinobu watched as Mariko stumbled back from the headbutt, glad he wasn't the only one hurt by it. Unfortunately, she seemed to recover quicker but Shinobu shook his head and looked out to Cassie.

He was feeling quite pathetic. He couldn't imagine how ashamed Cassie was of him. Shinobu's blood boiled a bit at the thought. He'd never felt like this before. As Mariko tried to tug him away from the ropes, Shinobu wrapped his arm over the top rope and curled his leg around the bottom rope to keep himself in place.

"Get off me!" He growled.