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

[Teenwrestler]

Pushing her back into the corner turnbuckle, Daisuke knew he had zero room for error in this round. While Ossi could still lose this round and not the match for Daisuke losing meant losing the entire match. He went in aggressive, pushing Ossi all the way back into the corner with her arms flopped over the top ropes. "You arrogant woman! You can never beat real wrestling royalty" he growled at her, lowering his body before driving his shoulder into her abs to knock the wind out of her.

Not content yet, he would keep his shoulder pressed against her mid-section to further push and push into her before slowly peeling away. The prince grabbed Ossi by the hair, straightening her up against the corner turnbuckle before using his free hand to cup it against her mouth and nose for a hand smother while his body pressed against hers to sandwich her in the corner while he subjected her to the hand smother.

"Submit" he would say, whispering into her ear before kissing her neck.

[arktriumph]

Ossi sagged in the corner, overpowered by Daisuke's sudden charge and he waisted no time in pressing his advantage. She let out a wheezing gasp of shock as he drove his shoulder into her exposed midriff, winding the Syrian beauty and leaving her fighting for breath as he pushed harder.

"Hnnhhh..." she groaned as he made his opinions of her in the ring known, grabbing her by the hair and straightening her up in the corner. Before Ossi could do anything else, suddenly Daisuke's hand descended over her face, smothering her nose and mouth.

"MPPHH!" Her eyes went wide in panic, her body gyrating as she tried to free herself. Daisuke had no intention of allowing her to escape, however, pushing his body into hers to pin the heiress in place as he smothered her. She grabbed at his wrists, her grip feeble from the winding she'd already taken. A faint mewl of protest was all she could manage as Daisuke demanded her submission.

Her body shuddered with a tingle of pleasure when he kissed her neck, his whisper lingering in her ear. Her eyes rolled, her head swimming from lack of oxygen. She didn't have long left - if Daisuke held her here she would lose the smother round in a humiliatingly short time!

[Teenwrestler]

Driving her into the corner, Daisuke was not going to take it easy on his former partner anymore. Ossi had done more than enough to embarrass him tonight and in the tag team tournament and the prince simply could not afford to lose to this woman. Pressing himself shamelessly against the sweaty and slightly oiled figure of Ossi, Daisuke would grind his chiseled body against her while smothering her with the use of his palms pressed against her mouth and nose to restrict any sort of air coming in.

After a while of struggling, the Syrian woman would start to go limp against Daisuke but the prince was not satisfied yet. Releasing his opponent, Daisuke would grab her by the head and drag her away from the corner before delivering a snapmare to take Ossi down on her back with him quickly joining her as he straddled her chest. The prince grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head before scooting forward to shove his brief clad crotch against her mouth and nose for a facesit smother.

"You make a good throne. Now then, suffer in this or give up. The choice is yours because I can sit here all day" he taunted.

[arktriumph]

Ossi gasped for air as Daisuke finally released the handsmother, giving the reeling heiress a moment. Her cheeks were flushed and her breasts heaved as she tried to get oxygen back into her lungs. However, it soon became clear that Daisuke had only released her because he had a more embarrassing fate in mind for Ossi. She was powerless to stop him as she tossed her to the mats, straddling her and pinning her arms above her head. Then he shifted forward, hips rising...

"No-NMGGGGPHHH!" Ossi blared as Daisuke settled his bulging, oiled briefs over her nose and mouth, smothering the helpless Syrian in his crotch. Her eyes rolled and she squirmed pathetically beneath the Wrestling Prince's package, her hands grasping at thin air as he kept her wrists in place. Her legs slithered weakly on the canvas, hips twisting in a futile attempt at escape.

"Mmphh... mpphhhh!" Her muffled squeaks brought her no relief, smothered in the moist heat of her opponent's bulge. Soon it was too much for the arrogant Arab to withstand. Her eyes rolled back in her skull and with a final sigh of dismay her body sagged limp against the canvas as she crashed into unconsciousness.

[Teenwrestler]

Once again sitting atop of his throne, Daisuke would sway his hips while subjecting his former partner to a humiliating facesit smother. There were no coherent words coming out of Ossi's mouth, she would squirm under the prince whole mumbling and moaning against his brief clad crotch. Daisuke had a wide grin on his face while he looked down on her, having her arms pinned against the mats the Syrian had no room to move or fight back either. After gasping for breath and struggling, Ossi would soon go limp under the wrestling prince and was KO'ed.

The referee noted that the haughty female wrestler was indeed out and it was a smother move that took her out. Calling for the bell, the smother round was awarded to Daisuke. "Heh, pathetic!" he said before letting her hands go. He would tap her cheek mockingly before slowly moving off her. "Too easy, looks like I beat you in your own game. You're no match for me" he said rising up to his feet. Daisuke would place his boot against her cheek, grinding it against her while he rose his arms up in the air to pose in victory.

The referee would soon order Daisuke to take a step back and after gloating some more by flexing he would comply. His body was coated in sweat but he was confident this last round would be his. The referee would get a mic from the outside and place it in the center of the ring as they prepared for the final "I QUIT" match round.

[arktriumph]

It was too much. Ossi's indignant squeals of protest slowly but inevitably died away, her eyes fluttered as the breath was smothered out of her, forced the heave in the scent of Daisuke's crotch as he exerted his dominance over the heiress. His hips swayed as he further humiliated her, extracting a faint coo of protest from Ossi before she passed out completely.

Daisuke revelled in his swift victory of the smother round, bringing the match to 2-2. Ossi lay oblivious as the Prince mocked her before placing a boot on her cheek, grinding her face against the canvas as he struck a victorious pose over the beaten Syrian in front of the fans.

Eventually he swaggered away, and Ossi eventually found herself woken by the referee. With a groan of dismay she struggled to her knees, wiping a hand across her face, the scent of her foe's crotch still lingering there. She glowered at Daisuke as she stood up.

"I will have you begging for mercy after such treatment!" she hissed icily, tossing her hair and straightening out her wrestling costume as she squared up to the Prince. "You will submit to me, Wrestling Prince, once and for all!"

[Teenwrestler]

With the match now tied to 2-2, Daisuke and Ossi were now going to settle things once and for all in this last fall. It was decided that should it come to it, it would be an I Quit match and now the time had come for the two to wrestle in that said match. One of them were going to say the most dreaded words in wrestling history and their careers would forever change. The wrestling royals had a short lived history and now the former partners were bitter rivals. After winning the smother round, Daisuke would humiliate and pose over Ossi before finally returning to his corner.

Ossi would glare up at the prince who was grinning smugly at her. He wasn't at all bothered by her empty threats despite her convincingly beating him in the two rounds. "Hah, oh please. You will do no such thing Ossi." he said casually waving her threat off. "Come, let us end this and have you say those words which I know you will." he snarled at her as the two squared up against each other.

Adjusting his briefs and wiping the sweat off his forehead, Daisuke would raise his arms up and challenge his former partner to a grapple.

[arktriumph]

Ossi scowled at Daisuke, watching as the Prince adjusted his briefs once more, confidence oozing off him despite the fact that the pair were tied at 2-2. This final round would decide once and for all who was the superior individual in their volatile relationship.

"As usual, your confidence is misplaced," she sneered as she readied herself for the final battle with the Wrestling Prince. "I hope you can handle such a defeat in front of all these people. The whole world will know how pathetic you are!"

And with that she rushed forward, accepting Daisuke's grapple, locking herself against him with a shrill cry of exertion as she shoved into the prince, determined to make him pay for the humiliation of the smother bout. Not wanting to stay locked with him for long however, she would quickly try to transition into a headlock, squeezing Daisuke's head against the side of her chest.

[Teenwrestler]

He stood with his nose held high, raising his eyebrow at her confident speech. However, he knew the true Ossi Shamar and that she was not a real wrestler but a woman who could talk the talk but not walk the walk. His confidence in his own ability was too much at the moment and he didn't really give Ossi a chance at all. "That will not happen at all, in fact I will gracefully make you Quit in front of all my subjects. I have a speech prepared that I will have you read out as your quitting words" he would say smugly.

The bell rang and the match was officially underway. Ossi would throw herself at the prince and the two would lock up. Having wrestled four rounds previously, naturally the two of them were exhausted and sweaty but somehow the adrenaline in both of them was running high. "URGH" he growled as the two shuffled around in the intense grapple before Ossi broke away to lock him in a side headlock.

"Nrgh!" he moaned, choosing to wrap his arms around her waist to squeeze her in return. "Mmmf! W-we could have been something big, if only you chose to remain ughhh under me" he growled.

[arktriumph]

Their hot, slick bodies mashed together as the wrestling royals battled for supremacy, Ossi desperately trying to gain the upper hand on Daisuke to put him down. She managed to grasp him in the headlock, relishing the feeling as she squeezed him tight. However, Daisuke returned the favour, his arms clasping her around the waist to squeeze right back!

"Nghh..." she gasped. "You are not worthy of having me beneath you... you arrogant... fool!" Despite her words, she could feel it getting more difficult the breathe as the prince squeezed her exposed waist. With a yell of effort she tried pushing Daisuke into a run, shoving him towards the ropes and breaking the headlock as she did. She hoped to bounce him off the ropes, whereupon she could devastate the Prince with a clothesline as she came back towards her!