Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Ossi Shamar - 'Partners turn Rivals'

[Teenwrestler]

Daisuke was flabbergasted at how Ossi had managed to reverse their situations. One moment he was atop his throne, squeezing her head and comfortable on top and then all of a sudden, Ossi managed to hook his legs and reverse their positions. Quickly, the Heiress would press her beautiful and athletic figure atop of him, pressing her weight down to keep the handsome prince under her while smiling deviously which to the disdain of Daisuke who struggled under her.

"Nrgh NO" he growled trying to bridge up but his efforts where thwarted when Ossi thumped her hips down on his crotch to pin him down to the ring mats and keep him pinned under her. "Ughh" he groaned, the wind knocked out of him as he now laid still under her while she grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head to effectively have him trapped and in control.

"Tch, unhand your prince!" he hissed, wriggling under her and trying to topple her off of him.

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Ossi reveled in her position of control over the handsome Wrestling Prince, keeping him trapped against the canvas, shamelessly grinding her crotch into his wrestling briefs to display her power.

"If you are so much greater than me, you should be able to escape all by yourself," she scolded mockingly. Trying to keep his hands pinned to the mats still, she shuffled forward, grinding her body up his until she was able to settling to a schoolgirl pin position. Glaring down at Daisuke from her position, she would shake her head. "So much for the great Wrestling Prince! You talk too much."

With that, she moved forward that last few inches to jam her crotch over Daisuke's nose and mouth, attempting to smother and embarrass her former tag partner.

[Teenwrestler]

It was no doubt hard to concentrate with the beautiful Syrian rubbing her divine body all over Daisuke. However, the Prince did his best to focus himself on the wrestling and constantly reminded himself that he had to defeat the Heiress for her mutiny towards him.

After continuously rubbing her crotch against his and pinning him down, Ossi would shift up to a schoolgirl position and bring her briefs towards Daisuke’s mouth and nose, pressing her brief clad crotch against him to smother him. “Mmmmfff! Y-you vile mmffhh woman” he moaned with a muffled tone in his voice. Daisuke would begin to bridge up and jerk to the side violently, like a fish out of water as he tried to get his former partner off of him before he was smothered into unconsciousness.

The rough intensity between the former rivals seem to get the crowd interested with the sweat glistening off the royal wrestlers from under the ring lights as they battled out their personal differences.

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Ossi let out a shrill cackle of triumph as she settled her nethers over Daisuke's arrogant features, grinding into him in an effort to display her dominance, enjoying his muffled protests from beneath her. The heiress grinned deviously, taking a handful of his hair in one hand as she ground herself into him, unwittingly giving herself a shimmer of arousal from the sensation.

However, Daisuke was far from finished, and she distracted herself too much with her indulgence. Suddenly he bridged his body and twisted to one side, throwing Ossi off.

"Waagh!" she yelped in surprise as she tumbled onto the canvas, scrabbling to get up to her knees before the Wrestling Prince could capitalise on her predicament.

[Teenwrestler]

There was nothing more the prince despised than a smother move of any sort, his partner turned rival was quite aware of that and immediately began her wrestling strategy by placing him in one. Fresh in the match, Daisuke had the stamina and breath to deal with such a smother and despite struggling for a good minute in the end he managed to break free from his smother prison and topple Ossi off of him. "Gugh, you disgusting woman! How dare you smother a prince" he hissed, immediately rolling over onto his front and pushing up onto his hands and knees.

Watching her struggle to get up onto her knees, the prince pounced on Ossi looking to grab a hold of a fistfull of her beautiful and lush hair aiming to yank on it to bring her towards him. The prince would wrap his arms around her neck from behind, leaning his front onto her back to trap her in a well secure sleeperhold submission.

Squeezing his arm tighter, he would lean into her ear and whisper. "Know your place woman, submit to me and maybe I'll be merciless and let you be my servant".

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Ossi scowled as she heard Daisuke's indignant words, her nethers still tingling from riding the Wrestling Prince's face in an effort to smother and humiliate him. She might have attempted it too soon, but that didn't mean she couldn't keep control here. She struggled to her knees, but then her opponent was upon her!

"AIIIGHH!" Ossi yelped as Daisuke grabbed her by her thick tresses of dark hair, yanking her back towards him, straight into the Prince's grip. Her arms flailed aimlessly before she felt his toned arms wrap around her head and neck in a sleeper hold. Her eyes went wide, hands pulling at his wrists in desperation as he trapped her, his chisled frame pressing into her from behind.

"Gnnnh...no... let me go!" she whined as she struggled for breath, her body gyrating against Daisuke as she wriggled to try and get free. For the moment, however, she seemed to be stuck fast, the Prince's greater strength proving decisive as he tried to force her into submission with the sleeper.

[Teenwrestler]

The smother attempt left the prince enraged, how dare Ossi use this against him?! When she know how much he hated getting smothered by his female colleagues, perhaps she was learning something about him after all. Still, Daisuke knew a thing or two about his former tag team partner too and it wasn't long before he managed to topple her off and turn the tables against Ossi. With the two on their sides after the prince had escaped, Daisuke went in aggressive to grab her hair and pull her towards her, forcing her on her knees with himself behind her to trap her in a sleeperhold submission. The prince leaned onto Ossi's back, his sweaty body would grind against Ossi's back while he tightened his arm around her neck.

Daisuke would press his chin on top of her head and start to really sink in the hold deeper and deeper despite all her flailing around and struggling. "Let go? Hah, you fool! This is a wrestling match and I have you in control, why would I let you go?" he howled at her. Daisuke continued to flex his arms and suggestively grind himself into her back to tease her. He moved his lips to her ears "You didn't know how lucky you were to have me but now its over" he said, attempting to wrap his legs around her waist to lock in a body scissors ontop of the sleeper hold.

Daisuke would fall backwards on his back, with Ossi on top. He would now squeeze his arms and legs around her, having her completely trapped. "GIVE UP" he roared.

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Ossi was in trouble now, her hands slithering over the grip of Daisuke's sleeper hold without effect. She jerked and twisted her body, but the Wrestling Prince's strength proved decisive as he held on, pressing his chin down against her head to hold her in place, his body grinding up against her back. Ossi let out a faint moan, her vision beginning to blur as she utterly failed to escape from the hold. Her mouth opened in a gasp as he ground against her, deliberately teasing the Syrian heiress with his body.

His whisper into her ear made her shudder with unexpected pleasure mixed with the pain of the sleeper hold. With her mind in a daze, Ossi could only groan helplessly. His legs soon wrapped around her waist in a scissor hold, sealing the arrogant Arab's fate. The Prince toppled backwards with Ossi draped over him, and she could only wriggle weakly in his grip.

"Nnnghhh... I ... I give..." she gasped, but even as she got the last word out her eyes flickered and her head lolled limply in Daisuke's grip as she sagged unconscious on to of him, knocked out cold!

[Teenwrestler]

It was now time to show just how good Ossi had and just how much she held back the wrestling prince. Daisuke had his former tag team partner trapped in a very tight sleeperhold submission, his strong arms would squeeze tighter and tighter while he would tease her by bringing his lips so close to her ears and taunted her about good he was and how weak she was. To prove his point further, the prince would even lock in a body scissors on top of the sleeper and was now really constricting Ossi's body.

"I said do you give up?" Daisuke roared, laying on his back now with Ossi on top squirming like a fish out of water. He continued to squeeze harder and harder, even shaking her around like a ragdoll before finally Ossi would gasp out her submission, saying the words that he wanted to hear from her. As soon as he heard them, Daisuke didn't let go right away and continued to squeeze her for a few extra seconds before finally letting go and rolling her off his body to put her down on her back.

The Heiress had been knocked out right after her submission. The prince would proudly stand up on his feet, placing his boots on her face and smearing his sole against her face. "That's right. I am the best." he said raising his arms up high. The board now showed that Daisuke was ahead one point over Ossi, with four more matches to go. The next match was going to be submissions only.

Daisuke would finally take a step back and move to his corner, grabbing his towel and lightly dabbing it over his face and chest while the referee would attempt to assist Ossi back to her senses and help her get up.

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Ossi remained oblivious as Daisuke struck his victory pose, his boot planted on the face of the unconscious heiress as he declared his superiority. Eventually he sauntered off, leaving the referee to wake her up.

"Unnnhhh..." Ossi moaned lightly as she ebbed back into consciousness, touching her forehead with one gloved hand. "Wha...what happened?" she murmured. But then the memories came tumbling back and she found herself blushing in horror. She'd lost the first fall, knocked by her insufferable partner - former partner at any rate. Shaking her head in frustration she scrambled back to her feet to see Daisuke waiting in his corner, wiping himself down.

Huffing angrily, Ossi stomped wordlessly back over to her own corner and wiped the sweat from her brow with her own towel before turning and glowering at the Prince. She desperately needed to win the submission bout, and if their previous encounters were anything to go by she could certainly do it. For all his bluster Daisuke despised being trapped in her holds.

"You won that round," she snapped primly. "But you won't win this match, Wrestling Prince!"