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

[Teenwrestler]

Her persistent resistance was starting to irk the wrestling prince. She was not the same woman as the one who embarrassed him in their disaster tag team run. Ossi was doing her best to fight back and defy the will of the prince who wanted her to quit wrestling against him and accept her fate of being under him. After torturing her in the camel clutch submission, Daisuke would look to finish things off by grabbing her by damp, sweaty hair to pull her up and lock her in a crushing bearhug submission.

He would shake her around, crush her midsection with his arms by squeezing the life out of her yet somehow when the referee would place the mic next to her luscious lips, she would refuse to quit. Daisuke would grit his teeth in anger trying his best to defeat his greatest rival. Ossi would continue to squirm around and kick her legs, weakening Daisuke's grip bit by bit until suddenly her hands would clamp over Daisuke's mouth to trap him in a hand smother.

"MMMFMF?!" Daisuke mumbled, his breathing restricted due to the smother. This caused Daisuke to slowly bring Ossi back down to her feet but his arms were still around her waist, however the strength in his arm was being sapped away due to the smother and ultimately Daisuke was simply hugging Ossi without really squeezing.

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In desperation, Ossi clamped her hands of Daisuke's nose and mouth in a handsmother, her strength waning fast as she tried to outlast the bear hug. A blurt of surprise came from between her fingers, the Wrestling Prince's surprise clear. And then she felt his grip slacken. Her feet once more pressed to the ground as his strength faded away, the arms around her waist simply embracing her rather than squeezing the air from her.

"Out of... ideas?" Ossi gasped triumphantly. Beginning to grind her hips suggestively over Daisuke's crotch, she attempted to lean forward, forcing his head back while keeping him trapped in the handsmother, trying to force the Wrestling Prince to his knees before her!

[Teenwrestler]

Not expecting Ossi to come up with such a clever tactic nor really giving her any sort of chance of making a comeback, Daisuke was totally caught off guard by that hand smother and now Ossi was sapping away his ability to breathe. That would effect his own submission, with him tiring out his hold would naturally weaken until he had her down on the floor with his arms around her waist without squeezing. He tried to shake his head to try and remover her sweaty palms from his mouth and nose but she had them clamped up tight.

"Mmmmffff" he moaned while she leaned onto him, pushing his head back while grinding her crotch against his to further weaken and fluster him. Eventually, the prince fell to his knees while being subjected to the smother. Daisuke would give up in his efforts to squeeze her, instead he brought his hands up to her beautiful hair and would yank on them harshly.

"MMmfmfletmegomfm" he mumbled.

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It was working. Ossi battled hard, her body exhausted and sweating from their exertions, but she had Daisuke on his knees now, right where she wanted him. The wrestling prince's hands found her thick locks of hair, pulling at them in desperation.

"Aiigh... get off!" she yelped, shaking her head and thumping her hips into Daisuke's chest in an effort to make him release her. If she managed to break his grip, Ossi would then step forward, placing first one leg then the other over his shoulders to force his head back further between her legs.

"You will... submit to me!" she panted. Then Ossi would change her grip, releasing him from the handsmother, only to grab his hair and stuff his face into her crotch in a standing headscissor!

[Teenwrestler]

Both former members of the wrestling royals were wrestling tooth and nail in this grudge match. Down to 2-2, this last fall would be the ultimate decider between the two partners. Neither wanted to lose with everything on the line and they were wrestling with extra passion in this last round. Daisuke managed to grab a fistfull of her damp hair, yanking them hard which eventually lead Ossi to release her hand from his mouth and nose allowing him to breathe finally.

His face was red and sweaty, he gasped as he sucked in air but his rest was short-lived. Ossi would thump her hips into his chest and force him to release her hair, staggering him before stepping forward to place one leg over his shoulder and then the other, trapping him in a standing scissor while also shoving his face into her brief clad crotch.

"ARRGHHMFFHHHM" he cried out in defiance, his hands moved up to slap her abs before he began to harshly claw her belly in a clawhold.

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Ossi successfully managed to push Daisuke's face between her legs, relishing the cries of desperate defiance from the Wrestling Prince as his panic became clear. She could defeat him - humiliate him once and for all as payback for his slander!

"AGGH!" her cry of pain rose into the air as the Prince suddenly clawed at her belly, igniting pain in the Arab beauty's abs. She gritted her teeth angrily and grabbed at Daisuke's wrists, shifting her weight to fall forward.

If she managed, she would try to fall and push Daisuke back flat on his back, landing with her knees on his arms, pinning his hands to the canvas and pushing her crotch into his face again, trying to smother him out even further!

"GIVE UP!" she screeched in desperation, victory so close she could taste it.

[Teenwrestler]

There was no way this was the Ossi he had partnered up with. Perhaps the two brought out the best and the worst of each other? The wrestling prince was trapped in a unique standing scissor and smother combination and would respond in kind by bringing his hands up to claw and slap Ossi's abdomen muscles. Both of them were going at it hard but in the end Ossi would once again take advantage. She grabbed her foe's wrists to pull them up while shifting her weight forward to topple the man over until he fell down on his back with Ossi triumphantly sitting atop of him.

From there, it was an easy enough task to pin his hands over his head while she pressed her brief clad crotch against his face for a facesit smother. "MMFMFMM NOMMFHH!" he mumbled, his warm breath flew against her briefs. Daisuke was struggling with all this smother he was starting to feel light headed, his will to wrestle on was fading and soon enough he simply laid there on his back without offering too much resistance.

The prince wriggled and squirmed only slightly with Ossi's smother really taking its toll on Daisuke's ability to fight back. Yet somehow, the prince refused to quit against his rival.

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It was a foregone conclusion now - she was certain. Daisuke was flat on his back, his face smothered in her crotch, his struggles feeble and useless now. Yet still he refused to concede, lying beneath her. Knocking him out would not get her her victory - he had to verbally give to her.

"Need more convincing?" Ossi gasped breathlessly. "Fine. Let's show the people what a powerless prince looks like!"

One some level she relished the opportunity to relish further embarrassment on her arrogant foe, and waisted to time in putting Daisuke in an even worse position. With the Prince beneath her, weak and reeling from her attentions so far, she pivoted around while still straddling the prince, using her legs to push his arms together tight to either side of his head to make sure he couldn't struggle. Then she eased her backside down over his face in a reverse facesit, keeping the pressure light enough to ensure he would remain conscious.

"Quit if you like," she sneered. "But you're all mine anyway. You are right where you belong." And to prove her point, Ossi leaned forward, reaching out with one hand to start groping Daisuke's bulging briefs, taking advantage of the helpless Wrestling Prince in more way than one!

[Teenwrestler]

This was it, Daisuke's worst nightmare was about to come true. The one woman whom he thought for sure could never beat him in a wrestling match infront of a crowd was actually doing it and proving the arrogant prince wrong. Daisuke was spent, after wrestling 4 rounds in this exhausting match up this 5th one was the decider and now Ossi was on top with a dominating position. For what it was worth, Daisuke refused to give up despite being smothered multiple times in this round but he was testing the patience of his former partner.

"Mmmff....N-no please......" he almost begged her as she pivoted around, using her legs to push his arms to either side of his head to keep them immobilized while sitting on his face in rear facesit. Her plump backside pressed against his handsome face and she was sitting on her throne. Leaning forward the Syrian would grab his bulging briefs and start to grope him.

It was truly humiliating, the pain as well as the feeling of being out-wrestled by his former partner was too much for the prince. "Mmmmfmfm okauymmfh!" he mumbled, squirming his hand free from the side of his head while tapping her backside to signal his submission!

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Ossi ground her ass into Daisuke's face, gently swaying her hips from side to side to further compound the misery of the supposed Wrestling Prince. His arrogance was gone now as he virtually begged her not to continue the torture. She grinned, enjoying every second of this, her breath returning, victory now a virtual formality.

She heard his muffled words from beneath her, felt one of his hands tapping pathetically at her brief-clad buttocks. She had him! But the foolish prince had not said the magic words.

"Oh, I don't think that's quite good enough," Ossi crooned, leaning forward and fully draping herself across the prince, her fingers still expertly teasing his crotch. "There are specific words you must say. Come on, Wrestling Prince. Tell me you Quit. Tell me I've beaten you. Tell me that I am the superior wrestler."