Mamouru Higurashi Vs. Mileena

Mamouru was surprised when Mileena didn't submit. She was either tougher than he thought, lying about her injuries or both. Still, that didn't mean he was going to release it, but he wasn't just going to stand here forever either.

Mamouru bent down and then began to slowly rock until he found the the momentum to roll onto his back and force her into a position where she was hovering above him, locked in an even more painful hold as Mamouru executed a Romero Special, putting Mileena's beautiful body on display while he applied the torturous hold.

As she was raised up into the hold, Mileena moaned audibly in pain. She could feel all the eyes on her. Normally, she didn't mind being the center of attention. But not like this. Not with her opponent so easily stretching and bending her out like he was. For the first time in a long time, she was uncomfortable with the attention.

Even so, locked in the hold and on full display, the woman did not submit.

The pain, though, was quickly getting to her. And she knew she couldn't take it any longer. She had to do something. Despite having her wrists tightly held, Mileena began twisting and wiggling about, trying to free her legs or arms from the hold.

Mamouru clenched his teeth as Mileena began to wriggle. She definitely had some fight in her and Mamouru was quite surprised though this was probably a better place to fight than the normal surfboard. Though the pain was more intense for Mileena, the hold was also more precarious for Mamouru.

Deciding he wanted to keep the hold, he chose to let her win the arm battle in favor of winning the leg one. Mamouru let go and let her drop against his chest. One arm quickly wrapped around underneath Mileena's chin while he brought the other arm up to brace against his hand and lock in the hold once more.

He then leaned back and pulled on her body, straining her neck as well while her legs were still hoisted up in the air in a possibly even more compromising position as her spread legs were the only thing on display to the raving crowd. Mamouru softly breathed against Mileena's ear while he kept the hold locked.

Mileena dropped down onto Mamouru's chest, but it only made the hold worse.  He had managed to keep her legs in place, and now the pressure on her back was even more intense.  And to make matters worse, she imagined her sweaty figure showed through her skin-tight attire.  She was fading fast, and she knew even if she somehow managed to escape the submission, she'd be in no position to follow up without Mamouru locking her into yet another excruciating hold.

She could feel Mamouru's breath beside her ear.

"Do you want this body?" she said to him, struggling to pull his left hand down to her breast.  "I can give it to you~" she whispered as seductive as she could in her pained state.

Mamouru grunted as he felt Mileena tug at his arm. He could feel the intense struggle and her sultry words caused him to pause briefly and break his concentration long enough for her to break his hold and force his hand onto her plump, jutted out breast.

His fingers softly dug into the soft, thinly covered breast as though he was contemplating taking Mileena up on her offer. Then, suddenly, Mamouru's fingers dug roughly into Mileena's breast and he pulled his right hand down, turning the chin lock into a choke hold as well."

"You're pathetic." Mamouru growled into Mileena's ear. "The only think I want from you is to tap."

For a split second, a smug grin formed across Mileena's face when she thought her ploy was going to work.

But then her little progress came to a sputtering halt. One hand came roughly done across her throat, the other digging into her flesh. All the while she was being bent in two and displayed to the cheering crowd. Tears welled up in her eyes as her face reddened from the choke and embarrassment. Unable to escape and overwhelmed by the pain and agony, Mileena knew there was nothing left she could hope for.

She tapped fervently, no longer hiding how much she wanted the match to be over.

As soon as Mamouru felt the hand desperately slap against him, Mamouru heaved Mileena off of her. He gave her a shove and the began to rise to his feet.

He'd come back to make sure he didn't get rusty but this girl hadn't shown him a thing. She was only tricks and poor ones at that. As the referee raised his arm, Mamouru looked down at the girl.

"I don't know what you're doing here but not everyone's just looking for some cheap slut to grope. Some of us actually want to wrestle." Mamouru couldn't believe those words were coming out of his mouth.

Mileena flopped onto the mat in pain. She rolled to her frontside, one hand on her back and the other arm covering her face. She groaned in pain, feeling her injuries in full swing. And even though she gave no answer, she heard every word of his condescending tone.

She waited for Mamouru to leave before she even tried to get up. She managed to crawl up to her knees, nursing her back as she did so. Then it became apparent why she had covered her face. Her eyes were watery, and not from the physical pain. She looked down at her attire and felt incredibly stupid. What did she think she was trying to pull? Did she still have it? Did she ever have it? How many guys were actually distracted by it? From her winless record, she felt like the count was a solid zero.

All the time the fans had been cheering for her, did they really want her to win? Or were they just whistling, hooting guys who couldn't care either way.

Slowly, Mileena hauled herself to her feet and made her way to the edge of the ring. As she limped up the ramp, her watery eyes filled a little too much and she wiped them with her arm. She reached up and uncharacteristically pulled her mask off, dropping it in the side. Haruka felt pointless. She was parading around like this sinister temptress when the only person she was fooling was herself. But what really made it bad was that everyone was just fine letting her make an idiot out of herself.

Mamouru Higurashi wins via Submission!