Aloha (For RingRopes)

[Teenwrestler]

Having managing to distract the Hawaiian woman with a kiss, Daisuke would break out of Sasha's submission and instead trap her in a bearhug submission of his own. He would continue to act tough and cocky now that she was trapped in the submission. The prince would squeeze harder and harder, while shaking her around left and right to really bring his point home that he had the better bearhug. Sasha would struggle, shouting at Daisuke and demanding that he would release her while trying to pry his hands off of her waist.

However, Daisuke would not ease up and continue to squeeze her while keeping her sweat soaked body pressed up against his own. That is, until Sasha decided that she was done playing games with him and acting nice. "Hah what does that even mean yo-GUUUGHHH" he suddenly cried out when her head smacked into his forehead for that brutal bearhug. The strike was enough for him to release her and stagger back. He could not get too far either because Sasha would grab his arm and yank him back towards her while clubbing him into his face with a clothesline from hell.

The clothesline had quite alot of force, the prince flipped up and over almost before slumping down on the mats, clutching his face in pain.

[Ringropes98]

There was no holding back this time. No more friendly competition in what was supposed to be a simple spar. Sasha now realized that Daisuke’s ego couldn’t handle losing to her, even in a setting like this. The idiot needed to be superior to feel good about himself. Well, if that’s the case. Then Sasha would be more than happy to show this poor, sad prince just how inferior he truly was.

”Get up! We’re ending this! She grunted as she grabbed him by his hair and yanked him back to his feet. She was no longer giving him the luxury of resting after a big move. It was time he lay in the hole he had dug. Once he was to his feet, Sasha made sure his back was facing her before pulling him towards himself. There she bent down slightly and allowed him to lay across her shoulders before straightening out in an agonizing torture rack.

From there, it was easy for the power lifter to parade the poor man around the ring while bouncing him on her shoulders every few steps. “Well!? What do you say princy!? You’ll only get down one way, and that includes an apology!” she shouted.

[Teenwrestler]

The simple spar had gotten a bit too heated when Sasha realized that Daisuke's ego could not handle being out-wrestled by her. His dirty tactics, fueled by her own manager, were brought to a quick end when she smacked him hard with a clothesline from hell to take him down head over heels. The prince clutched his chest moaning in pain while drenched in his own (and her) sweat while crawling away from the Hawaiian wrestler. This time, Sasha was not playing games and grabbed his hair, pulling him up to his feet before hauling him up over her shoulders horizontally in a torture rack submission.

"AAAAHHHHH" Daisuke yelled while his arms flailed about aimlessly. Sasha would parade him around the ring, stomping her foot to really crank up the pressure in the submission. She would demand that the prince would submit as well as apologize to her for the second time. For a moment, he resisted the temptation but soon he realized there was no escape but giving her what she wanted. Groaning in pain, he was left a sweaty, exhausted mess. Daisuke would soon begin to tap her shoulder to signal his submission which followed a verbal one.

"Ughhh O-okay, I submit! You win....I-I'm sorry" he said having enough of the spar.

[Ringropes98]

And just like that, it was finished. The second, Sasha decided to stop playing nice and to show just how bad the wrestling prince screwed up. Said prince was begging for mercy. Sure he tried to maintain some form of resistance, if only to preserve his dignity. But it fell apart just as quickly when the Hawaiian began to break his spine in the torture rack.

Ignoring his apologies, Sasha would bend him one or two more times before finally deciding to let go and drop him onto the canvas. She didn’t even bother to look behind herself as she went towards the side where Lewis stood and grabbed her towel. ”Maybe this’ll teach you to A:Not start fights you either don’t plan, or can’t hope to finish. Or B: when someone offers to train wit you. To not turn it into a dick measuring contest. Because from where I’m standing, you came up rather short.”

With her piece said. The Hawaiian power lifter would then slip through the ropes, grab her gear and make her way towards the exit. ”You coming Lewis?” she asked. ”I’m right behind you. “ he replied, taking one last look at the defeated prince. “Well princy. You had your chance and you lost it. Unfortunately for you, I don’t do handouts. But that’s alright, at least this won’t be another loss to your record am I right.” He mocked before finally turning around and following Sasha out the door.