Misaki Toyoda vs Trent Masters-III (the final lap)

[Teenwrestler]

Match type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall/submisson/KO

This was the final lap in the 'wrestling marathon' challenge laid by Trent Masters to his new friend and rival, Misaki Toyoda. He had enjoyed her company alot and the two had opened up to each other alot. However, their wrestling matches were always intense and both wanted to win despite their new found friendship. Misaki had beaten him in the two previous matches and there was little to no incentive for Trent to try and win this won, but just before their last match Misaki would cheer him up and give him the incentive- the chance to beat her infront of a crowd to make up for his two losses.

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The Masterpiece was pumped now, he was in his blue briefs with white wrestling boots and pads, eager to defeat the Ace of Berserk. The Masterpiece would make his way down the ring ramp towards the ring, sliding from under the bottom ring ropes to make his way inside. Trent would bounce off the ring ropes and sprint in the ring before stopping in the center, doing some stretches and warm-ups as he waited for his opponent.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Misaki Toyoda was already prepared for her match with Trent Masters, the man who challenged her for the wrestling marathon. So far, she had a very clear lead over him, beating him twice. But for this match, the stake was much higher due to this being watched by the crowd. So, despite her advantage over him, Trent could redeem himself if he managed to beat her. Still, Misaki didn't plan to let him defeat her in the ring, and was determined to win against him and show everyone why she was called the 'Ace of Berserk'.

Misaki Toyoda

Putting on her pink one-piece outfit, Misaki would then make her entrance as her music was played. The crowd cheered as the former idol made her way down the ramp, and she smiled as she gave a few lucky fans high-fives before she rushed down the ramp, heading over to the ring. Once she arrived, she would slip under the ropes and stand straight, raising her arms as ribbons and confetti flew into the ring from all directions. Ringside crew would quickly clear the ring so that the match could begin.

Before the match began, Misaki looked at Trent and approached him. "Are you ready?" She asked. "Let's do our best, Trent. Give me your best shot." She would offer him a handshake before the match could start.

[Teenwrestler]

Trent was a bit upset at himself for being 2-0 down in their wrestling marathon. The third was going to be a formality but at least Misaki kept things interesting by doing this out in the crowd, where a win would have more significance. Still, he had lost to a better wrestler and he had no complaints there. He had lost to the Ace of Berserk cleanly and Trent had to admit she was better at him at wrestling. Still, a part of him wanted to beat her so badly to prove he was superior but that was natural in a competition sports such as wrestling.

He eagerly awaited his good friend and rival and soon she arrived in the LAW arena. The crowd erupted in cheers as the Ace made her way to the ring, Trent was in the middle of the ring, stretching up and loosening himself. He would roll his eyes at her when she posed and ribbons and confetti flew into the ring, a bit over dramatic but she was the Ace. Soon, the beautiful brunette approached him and the two stood infront of each other, in a face to face staredown. Misaki asked if he was ready and he would nod, "A bit too fancy there eh Misaki? But yeah, I'm ready to finish our marathon" he said.

He took her hand and shook it firmly before leaning in towards her, so their bodies pressed. Her firm breasts pressed up against his chest as he leaned in towards her ear, "I bet I can make you tap this time with a.....bearhug?" he chuckled.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Misaki pouted a bit upon hearing Trent's comment about the ribbons and confetti. "Heh, just so you know, ribbons and confetti are the staple of Japanese joshi wrestling, hmph..." But then, she smiled confidently as she stared into Trent's eyes, looking prepared to start their match. After they shook hands, the two of them closed in to each other, and their chests were touching each other as Misaki looked into her male opponent's eyes.

Hearing Trent's declaration, Misaki chuckled. "A bearhug, hmm? Well, let's see how that goes, then. Still, no hard feelings, okay?" And with that, Misaki would step back, preparing herself for the match between herself and Trent. She rolled her right arm as she waited for the bell to be sounded. And when she heard the bell being rang, she hopped on the balls of her feet for a bit before assuming a wrestling stance.

And now that the match had officially began, she would lower her stance as she would look straight at Trent. For the start of the match, she would try to raise an arm, as if inviting Trent for a contest of strength. But it was merely a feint as she planned to suddenly launch a low kick to his shin the moment Trent closed in to engage her in the contest of strength, assuming that he would take it.

[Teenwrestler]

Trent would grin back when Misaki pouted, she would explain to the foreign wrestler of how ribbons and confetti are part of Japanese Joshi wrestling. However, that lecture was postponed when Trent would walk up to her and glare into her eyes and the two stood face to face. They shook hands briefly before Trent closed in even further, grinding himself up against Misaki to lean into her and whisper to her ear.

"No hard feelings" he would reply back before taking a couple of steps backwards. After that, the bell rang and the two circled around each other, boucning on their toes and shaking their arms loose. Trent would raise his arms up just as Misaki did and lunged in at her going for a clean grapple but Misaki lured him in for other ideas, as soon as he was in close proximity she would launch a low kick to his shin "Argh!"he cried out, stumbling a bit from that sudden kick and losing his balance but still remaining on his feet, however that gave Misaki an opening for a attack.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Hitting Trent with a low kick to his shin, Misaki smiled a bit, feeling that she got herself an upper hand with that move. But Trent was still standing, and she needed to make sure to bring him down in order to overpower him in their clash. Seeing Trent struggling to regain his balance, the Ace of Berserk would begin her move, closing in and attempting to hit him with an elbow smash to the side of his head, followed by a spinning backfist after she turned around.

Misaki's plan was to leave Trent disoriented with those strikes, and from there, she would try her much devastating move next, provided that her opponent was affected by the strikes.

[Teenwrestler]

Having been feigned by Misaki's apparent intention to lock up, the Masterpiece was struck with a stiff kick to his shin to leave him disbalanced but not enough to take him down on the mat. However, Misaki had other plans to fix that. Seeing him struggle to regain his footing, Misaki would close in and striking her elbow to the side of his head. "Urgh!" he grunted in pain but still good his ground. The Ace of Berserk would then spin around and strike Trent with a spinning face first aimed at his head which was enough to finally take the Masterpiece down on his back.

*THUD*

Trent fell to the mats on his back, clutching his face and moaning in pain. The Masterpiece would shake his head, trying to get his head back in the game.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Thanks to her strikes, Misaki managed to send Trent down onto the mat. Smiling after looking at her accomplishment, the Ace of Berserk then would proceed to try putting her male opponent into a submission hold. Standing in front of him, she would then bend down to grab onto his legs. Taking a deep breath, Misaki would then try to turn him around onto his front as she would try to lock him into a Boston crab.

It was the easiest submission hold to use as well as the simplest one, but one could not dismiss it as a weak move because it could be quite devastating if applied correctly. After getting Trent onto his front, Misaki would then place herself on his back, placing her plump backside onto his back as she would bend his body, applying pressure into the submission hold.

[Teenwrestler]

Trent had learned not to underestimate his opponent from his last two matches but wasn't aware that Misaki was clever enough to switch up her tactics. She knew he was ready for her and decided to switch up her tactic, instead of starting with the grapple the Ace would hit him with a couple of stiff strikes, ending with a backhand to take him down on his back. He laid there moaning in pain and Misaki would quickly offer him a smile before bending down to grab his legs and tuck them under her armpit.

He knew what was next, he would twist and turn at the hip trying to counter-balance her attempts to shift him over to his belly but ultimately he was turned over onto his belly and Misaki would sit on his lower back, wrenching his legs back in a Boston Crab submission hold. "Ahhhhhh!" he would moan in pain, shaking his head and refusing to give up when the referee asked him. Trent would use his forearms to crawl forward to the ring ropes, once he was close enough he would try to reach back to grab Misaki's ankle and yank at it, trying to get her disbalanced just enough so that he could go all the way and grab the ring ropes for a rope break.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Putting Trent in the Boston crab, Misaki would try to apply as much force as possible into the submission hold, knowing that while she wouldn't get a submission out of him this early with the hold, she could at least weaken him enough that she could gain an advantage over him later. But Trent showed his tenacity by dragging himself towards the ropes, bringing Misaki with him.

And when Trent was getting closer and closer to the ropes, he went to grab onto Misaki's ankle, yanking at it, causing the Ace of Berserk to lose her balance. "Aahhh!!!" She yelped when her ankle was yanked like this, which forced her to relinquish the hold, allowing Trent to move towards the ropes and get himself a rope break.