Daisuke 'The wrestling Prince' vs Ossi Shamar

[Teenwrestler]

Rules: Standard pro wrestling
Victory Condition: 2/3 falls.
Attire: Whatever is desired

Tonight, Daisuke was scheduled for an interesting two out of three falls wrestling match against an opponent who was not considered to be one of the best of LAW. In fact, rumor had it she was on a bit of a losing streak coming from her previous promotion. This would up the confidence of the wrestling prince who was not on a good run himself either. Backstage in the locker room area, the prince stripped out of his clothes and headed into the showers to take a nice, relaxing, pre match shower. Once he was finished, he changed into his CK wrestling briefs and put on a pair of black wrestling boots to complete his wrestling attire. For his entrance attire, he also wore a glittery robe to complete his persona of a prince.

Daisuke

"Ossi? What an odd name, no matter. The prince shall conquer this common filth" he grinned at himself while looking in the mirror. With that, Daisuke would head out to the gorilla position and wait for his theme to cue. Once it did, he made his way out to the LAW arena, brushing past the curtains and making his way to the entrance ramp. Daisuke was greeted with jeers yet he accepted them as cheers, looking down on his royal subjects.

With a wide grin on his face, he made his way down to the ring. Stepping up on the steel steps, he dis-robed and hung the robe over the top ring ropes while entering the ring. Daisuke would make his way to the middle of the ring, walking casually and not feeling intimidate at all- seeing he was wrestling a nobody tonight. With that, the prince stood in the middle of the ring and began to do some light stretching and pre-match warmups.

"Alright, lets see who this Ossi woman is" he chuckled.

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Ossi paced impatiently back stage, preparing for her next match, her first LAW encounter with a male opponent. She smirked at the thought of the so-called 'Wrestling Prince'. It was an interesting choice of name that she would take full advantage of. Before this match ended she would have this Prince beneath her, and put an end to her losing run once and for all. She adjusted her tight lycra belly top and tugged her long gloves and boots tighter as the announcer called her name.

Appearance

Her music Fierce Pop Starlet came next and the haughty Syrian heiress swaggered out from behind the curtain and into the light, pausing at the top of the ramp with her hands on her waist, one hip cocked as she surveyed the crowds. Then she set off down the ramp, hips swaying enticingly from side to side as she went. Slowly and languidly she mounted the side of the ring and ducked between the middle and top rope. Then she cast her eyes over Daisuke, the so-called Wrestling Prince waiting for her in the centre of the ring.

Ossi's eyes wandered down the toned body of her opponent, snagged briefly by his tight black wrestling briefs. She made a small non-committal noise of appreciation. While she expected little from him as a wrestler, his physique would be worthy of her time. She walked over to him, stopping inches away from his body and looking him in the eye with an expectant raised eyebrow.

"So you are the Wrestling Prince?" she inquired. "Well prince or not, I hope you're ready to be the subject of the House of Shamar!"

[Teenwrestler]

The prince did not have to wait much long, he stood there patiently in the middle of the ring and soon the music of his opponent would cue. Daisuke would shift his gaze towards the ramp and watch his opponent make her way into the arena. From afar, she didn't look too impressive which brought more confidence in the wrestling prince. She made her way down to the ring, she had a certain swagger in her step and looked very confident despite not having a single win in her LAW career yet.

The Syrian woman made her way to Daisuke, checking him out very obviously. The two stood face to face, staring each other down while admiring each other's looks and physique at the same time as well. "Yes, that is indeed me" he would say with a grin. "Interesting, I'll have you know that as wrestling royalty I have no intention of being the subject of anything" he would snort.

With that, the prince would take a step back and raise his arms up in the air, signalling a grapple battle. "Come on heiress. Let me see if you are actually worth my time" he would say with his nose held high. The referee, seeing the two, would signal for the bell to ring.

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Ossi smiled thinly as the Wrestling Prince announced his arrogance, refusing to show her any deference whatsoever. No matter - she would teach him that in time, and perhaps enjoy herself in the process.

"Wrestling royalty, is it?" she crooned. "How very interesting. Let's see if you are worth my time, Prince!" He was certainly assured of himself, there was no doubt about that. Smirking, Ossi lowered into her wrestling crouch and extended her arms, meeting his aloof gaze with one of her own, staring at his handsomely sculpted features hungrily.

Then she moved forward, eagerly accepting her grapple with Daisuke, clasping his hands with hers and pushing against him in a test of strength, hoping to get the measure of her haughty adversary.

[Teenwrestler]

That smile did not went unnoticed, perhaps Daisuke had already impressed Ossi with just his words and stature. They hadn't even begun to wrestle and Ossi was already captivated by his 'charming' personality- or so it seemed so to the wrestling prince at least. He would nod his head when she repeated his title. "Then let us begin, heiress" he stated and soon enough, his opponent lowered herself into a wrestling crouch whilst extending her arms and staring at him.

The prince would stand his ground, getting ready to meet up with his opponent. Her hands clasped with his and they imitated the test of strength. In truth, Daisuke was a bit surprised she had the guts to go head on with him in a test of strength like that, perhaps she was more brave than he gave her credit for. "Nrgh not bad" he grunted in effort, twisting her wrists with his hands while trying to bring her hands down by her side.

"but not good enough" he suddenly said, looking to raise his knee into her gut to abruptly break off their grapple battle. If successful, the prince would try to wrap his arm around her head to trap her in a simple side headlock.

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Ossi pushed against Daisuke and soon the Wrestling Prince was pushing back. She quickly discovered that he had the measure of her strength, making her struggle to hold her ground. Her beautiful features twisted with effort as she tried to stop him forcing her arms down by her sides.

"Nnnnhh..." she gasped. "Not bad ... yourself." Ossi admitted, trying to shift her stance to counter Daisuke's pressing advance. Before she could, however, he suddenly shifted position and swung a knee up into her exposed midriff!

"UNNHH!" Ossi cried in surprise as she was taken totally off guard by the blow. She lost her grip on Daisuke's hands, doubling over and struggling for breath. Before the Syrian heiress could make another move she found herself trapped in a headlock. "No!" Flailing, her hands eventually came to rest against her opponents hips, and she pushed against them, trying to pull herself out of the headlock. "Gnnhhh... release me at once!"

[Teenwrestler]

Whilst Daisuke was certain that he could out-grapple Ossi in a test of strength he still decided to go with the low route and raise his knee up into her belly. To be fair to Ossi, she was really hanging in there with the prince and was almost even with the prince in terms of her technique to keep him from forcing her arms down by her sides. One compliment later, Daisuke had raised his knee into her belly and caused her to double over and the two were no longer locked in the test of strength.

Quickly, Daisuke transitioned the test of strength into a more favourable headlock submission hold on his part. His strong arm was wrapped around her head and he began to squeeze her as hard as he could, while her face was pressed against the side of his chest. Ossi's arms would flail about aimlessly for a bit before resting against his hips and began to push him forward, in an effort to slip her head free while shoving Daisuke forward.

"Nrgh, Syrian heiress you may be but I am still wrestling royalty, the prince of wrestling. You are not fit to order me woman" he would snarl back, bumping his hip into hers and looking to hiptoss Ossi down onto the mat, with him laying on top of her across her chest with the headlock still locked in firmly.

"Give up" he said sternly.

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"UNNNH!" Ossi gasped as the wrestling prince tossed her into an expertly executed hip toss, thumping her supple frame against the canvas while keeping her trapped in the headlock. They landed hard, and the Prince draped himself across her, arrogantly stating his supposed superiority over her in the ring!

"For a prince," she quipped. "You certainly don't have royal manners!" Ossi tried to ease the tension of the headlock, trying to ignore the not unpleasant sensation of Daisuke's wonderfully sculpted body lying across her as she attempted to think of an escape.

Without too many other options, the Syrian heiress clenched her right fist and began slinging punch after punch into Daisuke's flank, hoping to cause enough pain and discomfort to at least dislodge him from the hold.

"As if I would give up to you!" she sneered as she tried to fight back. "Now unhandme!"

[Teenwrestler]

After a back and forth test of strength, Daisuke quickly transitioned it into a headlock before tossing Ossi over his hip and down onto her back in a simple yet effective hiptoss. From there, Daisuke would remain on top of his opponent whilst still having her trapped in the headlock, continuing to squeeze his biceps around the side of her head while demanding that she gave up.

"At least you acknowledge that I am a prince" he grinned in satisfaction before continuing "au contraire mon cheri, these are exactly the manners one expects from a prince of wrestling" he stated whilst continuing to squeeze her head firmly. It wasn't until he felt Ossi's fists being driven into his side, did the wrestling prince loosen up the hold.

"Ughh...oww" he grunted before outright releasing the hold and rolling away from the Syrian, shifting up onto his hands and knees while clutching his sore ribs.

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Ossi gasped with relief as her strikes to Daisuke's torso had the desired effect, finally dislodging him and releasing her from the headlock. He rolled away, leaving her to clamber to her knees once more. His words rang in her ears as she glared at the Prince of Wrestling. She would show him how royalty would be treated in her ring!

"Oh, dear!" she tittered. "Did I damage your Princely pride?"

Scrambling to her feet, Ossi would move over to Daisuke and grab his arm, attempting to pull him to his feet and straight into an Irish whip into the far ropes. If she succeeded, upon Daisuke's return she would attempt to meet him with a vicious slap to the face that would hopefully send him spinning!