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

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling royals continued their battle for supremacy, with both royals seemingly coming bitter rivals. Daisuke wanted nothing more than to put the pompous heiress in her place for dare trying to rise up against him in claiming leadership to HIS wrestling faction. The two of them grappled but it did not last long, soon the two transitioned the grapple into submission holds against each other to squeeze each other out. Panting heavily, Daisuke was trapped in the headlock and a partial smother but replied in kind by squeezing her waist in the waistlock.

Ossi would refute his claims but Daisuke was not having it. "H-how are you, you will remain beneath me woman" he growled back before being shoved into the ring ropes by the Syrian. She broke her headlock and shoved him into the ring ropes, when the prince came back towards her she would SMACK him with a huge clothesline to take the prince down onto his back.

"AHHHHH" he gasped, sweat flew off his chest on impact as he fell down on his back clutching his chest and moaning in pain.

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Ossi ignored Daisuke's bluster, to tired to fight it out verbally as well as physically. With the strength she possessed she succeeded in hurling Daisuke into the ropes and clattering him with a clothesline to bring the Prince down to the mats.

"Hah!" she panted, wiping sweat from her brow as she stood over the downed male. "You're... all talk ... Daisuke!" With that she grabbed a hold of his legs, turning around and bringing them up, crouching down herself to bend her foe into a painful Boston Crab submission! "Quit now, you blustering fool!" she demanded shrilly, straining in the submission.

[Teenwrestler]

In a rather surprising move, Ossi took Daisuke down with a rather strong clothesline. The wrestling prince did not suspect Ossi to come up with a trick like that which was the reason why he fell to it! He wasn't aware Ossi could pull such a move off until she actually did, whacking him in the chest with her extended arm to take him down to the mats. He moaned out loud, clutching his chest in pain before being rolled over onto his belly while Ossi grabbed his legs to tuck them under her armpit and trap him in a Boston Crab submission.

Now, the prince was being bent in a C like position from his legs while howling in pain. "AHHHHHH NEVER" he roared, reaching back to grab her ankles and yank at them to try and topple her off. If successful, the prince would quickly crawl atop of her back and grab her chin, pulling her in a camel clutch submission and bending her in a C like position but from the front.

"Hah....hah....say it! Tell me Ossi Shamar Quits wrestling against Daisuke Takeuchi" he said panting, with emotions running high.

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Ossi was thrilled with her current position, clotheslining Daisuke and transitioning neatly into a boston crab. There would be no escape for the Wrestling Prince now - victory was assured.

Or so the haughty Arab thought. Slick with sweat and tired from the fight, she overestimated her own strength, and that of her opponent leaving the opportunity for Daisuke to counter! In an instant Ossi's legs were pulled out from under her and she lost her grip on Daisuke's legs, falling flat on her face on the canvas.

Before the exhausted Syrian could recover Daisuke was upon her, grabbing her from behind and cupping her chin, bending Ossi back into an excruciating camel clutch!

"AIIIGHHHH!" she squealed in pain, shaking her head at Daisuke's demands. "NO! NEVER, I - AGGGHHHHHHHHH!" she thrashed and flailed to get free with desperation, determined not to lose when she was so close to a rare victory.

[Teenwrestler]

Turning the tables on his former tag team partner, Daisuke managed to break free from the Boston Crab by toppling Ossi off her back to trip her down onto her belly. With that, he would quickly mount her back and lock her in a vicious camel clutch submission while demanding that the haughty Syrian would quit wrestling against him. She would defy his demand, shaking her head while refusing to give in to his demand. Daisuke clicked his tongue in frustration but he was ready to do whatever it takes.

"Stubborn, don't you worry. I know how to break you Heiress" he hissed. Daisuke would wrench her head further back while leaning his own face down to hers, looking to plant his lips onto hers for a kiss to take her breath away while torturing her in the submission. After the smooch, Daisuke would part lips and with one hand hold onto her chin to pull her head back (although with a lot less force now) and with the other he reached out to the mic on the floor and grab it before placing it near the mouth of Ossi.

"Say it" he demanded.

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"Agghhh! NOOO!" Ossi whined as the camel clutch was pulled even harder, thrusting the Syrian's ample chest out on display for the fans as Daisuke bent her backwards. Then, to compound her embarrassment Daisuke leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips! "MMPHHH!" The smothering, painful embrace was almost too much for her. Her legs kicked weakly, her eyes fluttering until he broke the embrace. Her mouth hung open, her breath coming in gasps as Daisuke eased the hold, only to pick up the microphone from nearby and place it near her mouth, demanding that she give up at last.

With her stubborn pride still holding for now, Ossi averted her mouth from the microphone, her eyes screwed tightly shut with pain as she tried to ride out the Prince's submission. The pain had eased a bit now that he was holding the microphone, so she could only hope the respite would last long enough for her to recover enough strength to try and escape Daisuke's clutches.

[Teenwrestler]

This was going to be it, Daisuke had Ossi in his clutches and now there was going to be no other choice for the Syrian except quitting. The wrestling prince continued to torture her back by viciously tugging on her chin to rear her head back. To add insult to injury, he leaned forward to plant his lips onto hers to add a smother effect to his submission. After subjecting her to the kiss and camel clutch submission, the prince would alleviate some of pain by keeping one hand around her chin to continue pulling back but grabbing the mic to place it next to her mouth and demanding that she would say it to the world that she would quit wrestling against him.

Ossi would refuse to do so, much to the irk of the wrestling prince. She would not say anything at all and would instead continue to fight back against him. Putting the mic down to the ground, Daisuke would release his submission and get off Ossi looking down at her. He used his foot to press against the side of her body to flip her over onto her back and place his foot on her chest while posing. "This is what everyone came to see, me dominate my partner! You are no match for me, Ossi." he declared before reaching down to grab her hair and pull her up onto her feet.

"Get up, I am not done humiliating you." he hissed.

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Despite her compromising position, Ossi's stubbornness seemed to have saved her. With the microphone shoved in her face, she refused to submit, her pride not allowing her to capitulate so quickly in the final bout of the match. At long last Daisuke seemed to tire of the hold, letting her slump to the ground with a moan, lying limp as she tried to let the pain subside.

Ossi found herself rolled over, staring up at the sweaty, chiselled form of her former partner in the ring, his foot planted between her breasts to hold her down. She let out a weak groan of protest, shaking her head as he declared she was no match for him.

"You'll pay... for your slander-AGH!" Ossi's feeble quip was interrupted as Daisuke grabbed her by the hair, dragging her back to her feet again, the heiress stumbling on unsteady legs and thoroughly on the back foot in this final round!

[Teenwrestler]

Chuckling at her weak groans of protest, Daisuke was more than confident that there was no way Ossi could ever come back from this. The two had a long, grueling night of wrestling as they had wrestled four rounds of different match types and it was quite obvious that both of them were at their limits. Body doused in residue oil, shimmering of sweat while exhausted due to the physicality of the match it was now time for Daisuke to finally claim his crown by defeating his former tag team partner and finally show the world that Ossi was the one holding him back all this time.

Grabbing her by the hair, he would pull her up onto her feet. It was clear she didn't even have the strength to stand up on her own with her unsteady legs and Daisuke was quick to push his advantage by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her up into his clutched in a tight bearhug. The prince would crush his foe, his tired arms squeezed the life out of Ossi while even shaking her around. Their sweat slicked bodies rubbed off against each other. "ASK HER" Daisuke shouted at the referee.

The referee would pick up the mic and place it next to Ossi's lips. "Ossi Shamar, do you quit wrestling against Daisuke Takeuchi?" she asked.

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Ossi stumbled around on wobbly legs, only for Daisuke to sweep her up in his arms, crushing the arrogant Arab to him in a fierce bearhug. Their sweat-soaked bodies mashed together and she let out a wail of dismay as he began squeezing, trying to get her to finally give in. She shook her head violently, hair swishing back and forth as she stubbornly held her ground.

"N...NEVER!" Ossi blurted shrilly as the referee asked her to submit, arching her back away from Daisuke as he tried to squeeze her into submission. She could feel him tiring now though, the pressure around her midsection lacking the force it might otherwise have had. She squirmed and kick, her body grinding against his as she tried to wriggle free. In the end, rather than pushing at his arms, Ossi opted for a different desperate tactic.

With her strength waning, the Syrian heiress brought both hands up and clamped them over Daisuke's mouth, pinching tight in an attempt to handsmother the Wrestling Prince and stop him finishing her off with this bearhug!