Daisuke & Arlise: Fit Like a Prince(ss)

[Winter]

The stunned redhead, face slightly reddening at her mistake, stared down at her own spread legs and hips as if they had betrayed her for a moment, a tad uncomfortable from the sudden descent. Then her writhing opponent pushed himself up with enough force that she offered no resistance, just rolled backward with a peep of surprise.

She got her legs back beneath her, however, and the redhead quickly moved back to try and get on the offense before the man could sail on her instead. Trying to be quick enough, she brought her legs up towards his elevated torso and tried to get a thigh to his stomach and one on his back, with plans to drag him in and scissor his body if he didn't have a plan elsewise.

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling had spilled out of the ring, which was unorthodox for a spar but as the match grew more and more away from the ring and to the confines of the gym, the more people had eyes on the two wrestlers, who seemed to be very much engulfed in the action. Daisuke and Arlise probably didn't realize they strayed a bit far off from the ring with the other gym goers staring at the two, who were focused on getting a submission from each other. Daisuke, for a brief moment, earned his freedom as he pushed up on his hands and knees, before pushing up to shift on just his knees as he massaged his neck. He didn't expect the Red head to be so quick on her feet and only realized it when he felt her legs once again wrap around his body as she squeezed him hard.

"ARGHHH Damn you Red, AHHHH" he screamed in pain as he leaned backwards, dropping onto his ass as he pressed his back against Arlise's front. Daisuke was now leaning into Arlise, the back of his head resting against her shoulder as he looked up into her eyes, panting and exhausted while occasionally grunting from the pain of her body scissor. Daisuke gritted his teeth, without saying a word his hands went down to Lise's ankles, trying to pry her grip off of him but it was an uphill task. He scooted further back into her, "Damnit, people are watching Red, AHHHHH! L-lets be civil and take it back to the ring. ARGHH EASE UP"he whined, drenched in sweat from the hard fought spar.

[Winter]

Lise watched with a small thrill as her own curvy, pale thighs sank into her opponent's midsection, and she quickly stretched them both out and locked her ankles and feet together to secure the hold and render it as inescapable as possible...not a difficult task given the man was more trim than most in his core. His reaction and struggle to escape arrived instantly, but Lise leaned onto her palms and strained her core, glutes, and legs with the expertise of six years of trapping people between her legs to pour on the pressure and render him a flailing fighter.

She groaned lightly with the exertion, but needless to say, she was doing much better than he was. A small quirk of a smile played at her lips while she focused, since there were few holds she enjoyed applying more than a scissorhold where she could so easily see the damage she was causing with her bulging legs, but her eyebrows knit as she felt him making the wise decision to start trying to untangle her crossed ankles and backed himself into her. She tried to put a small distance between them...but the ankles, she couldn't help. She merely flexed her feet, trying to keep them entangled.

At his words, his thin excuse, she was unable to stop herself from a brief grin. "I welcome...them," she revealed, through a pause to struggle and squeeze him again. "And I don't remember...agreeing to a ring-only rule."

[Teenwrestler]

Having massively underestimated Titania, the wrestling prince was now having a difficult time in wrestling the red head. The two had a good enough back and forth match but now, outside the ring, Lise had taken firm control of their spar. Having ventured further away from the ring, more people started to notice the two as they wrestled literally on the gym floor. Daisuke brought this point to her but she didn't seem to care or mind, all she wanted was to hear him give up or tap out. Daisuke's groans grew louder when she pressed her palms and elevated herself up a bit, allowing her more room to squeeze his waist, making him almost scream.

Daisuke would back up into her, his head resting against her shoulder as he tried to pry her ankles off his waist but was again met with more squeezing. Daisuke would let out a loud scream as his hands flailed about, his struggles seem to get slower and slower as she sapped his strength from the squeezing. Suddenly, everything felt more hot as his body was drenched in sweat, the gym room was already quite musty and the competitive spar didn't help. He huffed and puffed but after enduring a couple of minutes in the scissor, he knew he wasn't getting anywhere with this. Daisuke would start to slowly tap her thigh, signalling his submission. "ARGHHHHHH.....*huff*huff*......I give up" he grunted.

[Winter]

If Lise didn't watch herself, she would start to enjoy his cries too much. Of course, she supposed there was no harm in that. He had been the one who came to her, spouted his foolish pride, and implied that she was somehow inferior to the real wrestler that he claimed to be. Words did not particularly grate on her, but with them having come from his cocky mouth in her place of training, of all places...she did not particularly mind making him wail in his inferiority. The redhead allowed herself, between the focused squeezing and breathing, to let in a small sigh of pleasure as she watched her thighs mash his fit frame and listened to the man she had rendered nearly desperate to escape her.

In that moment of exhilaration, she jerked at the feeling of his hand smacking against her thigh. She had hoped it would be coming, planned to make it soon, but she had nearly expected him to persist until she squeezed him into a panting pile on the floor, refusing to give into her. Yet here came his submission, and his spoken words that he gave up.

She wasn't sure he said it loudly enough for her. While her smirk grew, the redhead let up a bit on the pressure, leaning forward a touch so she could mutter to him. "I need to hear that a bit louder. Our audience will want to know you've surrendered to me."

Her thighs plowed into his sides again, not as roughly as before, but as a warning.

[Teenwrestler]

After a long hard tussle against the red head, Daisuke finally gave in. He now realized that the woman before him was no slouch, she was a proper professional wrestler. He was lucky enough to actually wrestle her after she had finished sparring with someone else, otherwise the match might have been more one-sided than the one witnessed by the crowd. Still, there he was- drenched in his own and indeed her sweat, sitting on his ass with her just behind him. Her boobs pressed against his back as she squeezed his toned mid-riff as hard as she could. After struggling, panting and coming to the realization of no escape- the wrestling prince admitted defeat.

His body sank back into her front, the back of his head leaned back against her shoulder as he panted, her lips close to his ear as she spoke to him, only making him grit his teeth in anger. "*huff*huff*....Red, you bit-ARGHHH" he felt another hard squeeze around his waist as a reminder of his position and he raised his arms up high to signal to the crowd.

"I submit....Red, you win....*huff*huff*....." he said, not moving or offering much struggle as Titania out-wrestled the wrestling prince. "*huff* Now let me go....Ngh....we are not even in the ring anymore you sweaty tomboy!" he hissed as he attempted to escape, now that he had given up.

[Winter]

Sweaty tomboy.

Lise thought she might have liked the panicked...insult?...that he directed her way. More than that, however, she enjoyed that at least three or four more pairs of eyes and ears noticed his second declaration of surrender. Three or four more people to witness that she, even when blindsided with a challenge from a strapping, confident man, could get him to submit to her. More pleasure washed over her, and even as he did precisely what she asked after her latest crunching squeeze, she had to convince her body to spread her legs and release him.

But she did, in one smooth motion, and started to stand as soon as her feet got back underneath her, leaving him on the floor. She panted a few times, the exertion and her bleating heart finally catching up with her, but made sure to look the pinnacle of grace and power as she got to her feet beside him and peered down.

The strongest temptation to plant a foot on his face struck her, just to establish her dominance and let him know that she was not merely a pretty face to catch insults from the likes of him.

She did not. Whatever her irritation at his misplaced superiority, they had a fair match, and she had cleanly and clearly beaten him, in her mind. Instead, she peered down at him, a satisfied look on her face and her hands on her hips.

She extended a hand down to him, against her desire but in agreement with her decency.

[Teenwrestler]

Having just tapped once, the wrestling prince was forced to it for a second time infront of a couple of more people that had gathered around the commotion. Daisuke was in no position to be really refusing the woman's request and for his own safety, he had to submit vocally and physically but not without adding his own insult in the mix. Lise didn't care about it, she had beaten him and she had done it fair and square. There was no doubt that Lise had not convincingly beat the wrestling prince, he had challenged her after her first spar in an attempt to get a sneak win but despite that Lise came back strong and after a tough spar, managed to make him tap on the gym floor.

She did let him go after his second submission, shoving him onto his back on the floor while she towered over him, she put her hand on her hip and smirked down on him, she let him know that she was the woman who beat him as he looked up at her with his teeth gritted. Still, the woman had the decency of giving him a hand, after a tough match. Daisuke thought about it but then accepted her hand as he was pulled up on his feet. It took a moment for him to catch his breath, as he stood infront of her.

"Ugh, so maybe I was wrong about you, Red. You...you are a good wrestler and I was wrong to assume that you weren't" he conceded, giving out his hand for a truce. "Anytime you want a sparring partner...let me know, alright!"

[Winter]

For the moment before he took her hand to let her help him to his feet, Lise internally dared him to deny her an attempt at good sportsmanship. Let him smack her hand away or try to more genuinely assault her, and that foot she had planned to plant in his face would drive his face down against the surface of the gym floor instead. Her gray eyes narrowed as she awaited his response.

Her presumptions proved far too dramatic as he accepted, and she made more than a token effort of lifting him, as one last reinforcement of her strength. As he stood there breathing before her, she stayed smirking in his airspace, glancing between him and the couple of people still eyeing the two of them rather than going back to their workouts or spars of their own.

To her surprise, when he spoke, he was utterly respectful.

More pride tingling within her at the turnaround, the redhead practically glowed in her satisfaction as she extended her hand to clasp with his.

Even having gained kinder words from him, his offer of further sparring did not immediately strike her fancy, until she mulled on it a second longer...and skimmed a look at him once more. He was no slouch, and his bearhug had certainly hurt... There was some more she could benefit against men like him. "I'm sure that can be arranged," she conceded, as she released his hand.

Though she turned to step away, the redhead paused, flicking a look back over her shoulder as a hand rested on her thigh. "I always look for chances to test what more these legs can do." With a knowing, nearly threatening, look, Arlise strolled past the ring, heading for her towel, bag, and the exit.

"You know where to find me."