Daisuke Takeuchi vs Alix Jacques- Part 1

[Teenwrestler]

Storming out of the ring, leaving the match unfinished was a new for his career. Daisuke has always finished his wresting matches, for better or for worse. This, however? this was different. He could not stand some wanna-be porn star wrestler out-stage him. The match was rigged, it was in her favour! Those were the things he told himself but in reality, Alix had proved to be quite the competent wrestler. Smothers or not, she had been holding her own against him in the ring and at most stages, had been out-wrestling him. Pushing a few staff members in the backstage area around, he finally retreated to his locker room.

Tossing a few things around and kicking the lockers, he would grab a towel and begin to wipe the sweat and oil off his face and body. It was over, the match never happened and he would never have to see the face of Alix again. She can go back to the hentai wrestling scene and the two of them could go on. But, it was not that simple.

As he was about to slide off his briefs to head to the showers, someone came bursting into the room. Alix wanted answers, she demanded them as well as demanded being treated as a wrestler. "Tch, what are you doing here? The match is over, okay?" he said, refusing to give her an answer as he turned his back to her.

[DSX93]

"Is it really?"

Alix already knew the answer to that question. And she had the feeling that he did too, even if he didn't want to acknowledge that right now. And if he had simply walked away, she might have been inclined to leave him be. But that destruction he left out there in the hall had shut that door. She wasn't going to risk somebody getting hurt out of misplaced anger that had been meant for her.

And so she circled around to the front of him and locked eyes with him. She wasn't going to give him that option.

"This entire thing was your idea, Takeuchi." None of the flirtiness that came with the usage of his given name. No "Vegeta". It was back to basics. Peer to peer, which was a statement on its own: She is his peer.

She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and reminded him, coolly and calmly, "The stipulations were all yours. All I did was agree. If that wasn't a real match, in the slightest, then why were you out there? You don't seem the type to insult yourself by competing in throwaway, nothing match-ups."

[Teenwrestler]

Alix was not going to take "No" for an answer. After all that had happened, the energetic, bubbly, care-free and sultry woman had a stark change in attitude. Just as Daisuke was going to retire to the showers, she burst into his locker room and demanded answers. Daisuke remained calm, he didn't want to start fighting right here and now. To her credit, Alix didn't seem ready to fight either but merely wanted to know why her opponent bailed mid-match. She would walk up to him, getting to his face and locked eyes with him. Then came the truth bomb, she reminded him that it was his idea, that he agreed to the match and now he threw his toys out of the pram and just bailed.

Daisuke dropped his towel on the floor, squared his shoulders and would glare right back at her. "..........." However, he was lost for words. Whatever she said, was the truth. He could not deny, deflect or make an excuse out of anything. Something about Alix was different too, she was much more serious so the prince knew that there were no games. Then, an opportunity presented itself. Both were tired, sweaty and still coated in oil. However, they had only wrestled 30 minutes out of their hour long match.

Pressing his forehead against her and going nose to nose. "What do you want then huh?....you want to finish this? Then lets finish it. No bs crowd, no bs referee. No more games. Just You. Me. Let's find out who the better wrester is." he challenged, ready to put this argument to rest against his newfound rival.

[DSX93]

That moment that Daisuke stood there, glaring at her...It felt like an eternity. Alix was just waiting for it to come: The slap. The punch. Grabbing at her. Some form of aggression. But just like his rebuttal, it never came.

And then he came closer. A lot closer than she was expecting.

(Thanks again for the art, TW!)

If it weren't for that prior destruction he left in his wake, she would've suspected that maybe this was a "hate you, like you" thing. But no. This was him re-asserting himself. Adapting a strong posture after the embarrassment he faced in the ring.

It made her glad that it wasn't a Hentai match that they just did. She put After Dark together in part to avoid explosions like this.

No crowd. No cameras. No referee. No games. Just them and their talents. Nice and simple. Alix's lips curled into a challenging smile.

"Let's."