Opener Match: Wet and messy match Gaster vs Takeuchi

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Truth of the matter was, Clara was getting physically tired...and not just because Daisuke held her in a sleeper hold for quite a while. Trapping Daisuke, and being trapped herself was winding her down a fair bit. No matter what happened from this point onward, if the Shadow Lord didn't win the match in the next few minutes, she might pass out due to sheer fatigue from the contest.

Said fatigue would show itself less than a second later, as Daisuke locked up with the topless Shadow Lord, easily pinning the smaller woman's shoulders to the ground!

"Grrrrgh...aaaagh...", the Brit let out, trying to resist Wrestling Prince's strength!

[Teenwrestler]

Even though Daisuke was getting frustrated at his inability to put this match to bed, he figured that his opponent who had been on the receiving end of so many submission moves was at her wits end as well. It would only be a matter of time before one of his submission maneuvers would finally make this masked woman tap out and finally admit he was the superior wrestler. Daisuke and Clara were both on their knees, the prince locking up with the topless woman. Their sweaty and oily bodies pressed tight in the clinch, Daisuke managed to out-grapple her again to push her down on her back.

"Look at yourself! You can't win. You can't beat me. You're topless and humiliated, drenched in sweat and oil yet you still want to continue? Just give up, you look pathetic" he would rant, pinning her arms above her head while he mounted her abs.

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Under her mask, GASTER was getting more than red in her face. Her hatred for Daisuke was one thing...but even out of context, she was a small lady, topless, with her soft d-cup chest pressing against a well-built wrestler's chest.

"Aaaaah...", she let a lewd moan escape her lips...before she shook her head, both at Daisuke's words and at her body's reaction. She had to win this, she couldn't give up yet!

Summoning the remaining bits of her strength, she would pull her knees and legs underneath her rival's abs:

"Grrrraaaagh!"

And would attempt to toss Daisuke behind her with a Monkey Flip!

[Teenwrestler]

Once again the wrestling prince would show the difference in skill and strength between himself and Clara. He would grapple her to the ground and pin her arms above her head, pressing himself down on her and bursting into a rant. Her soft, lewd moan did create an awkward situation as he did realize that it was probably due to their oiled topless bodies grinding against each other, making his cheeks flush red in embarrassment for a few seconds.

Those few seconds were all she needed to bring her knees up and press them against his abs, before launching him up and over in a monkey flip to get him down on his back "Ouufff" he cried out, bridging up a bit and clutching his back while hissing in pain.

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GASTER, not knowing about Daisuke's blushing at her earlier moan, would be filled with her second (or was it third at this point?) wind as she rose back to her knees, arms triuphantly up in the air at the crowd, as they let out a massive cheer...

...only for the Brit to remember the likely cause of that, immediately covering herself with her arms...and getting an idea in her head. An idea that was a perfect revenge at Daisuke...but ultimately, would likely be the lewdest thing she has ever done in her wrestling career...and her fans, Alice, her parents...they wouldn't let her hear the end of it...

...however, as her anger against Daisuke took precedent in her head, as she approached the hurting wrestling prince, taking a seat atop his chest as she looked down on his face:

"Give up...right now...or I will give you a fate worse than death!", the Shadow Lord said in character, as she gave the Wrestling Prince one final choice...

[Teenwrestler]

The more this match went on, the more worried the wrestling prince started to get at his inability to put her down for good. GASTER was starting to make her second or third comeback which put doubt in Daisuke's mind. The close contact that the two had made of awkward situation but even Daisuke couldn't deny the strange sexual tension felt when her bare, oiled breasts pressed up against his pecs.

Clara managed to turn the tide when she tossed Daisuke over her and down onto his back in a monkey flip. When his back slammed against the oiled canvas, a splash of oil splattered around and Daisuke groaned in pain. The crowd cheered when Clara rose up to her feet but some were cheering for all the wrong reasons.

Eventually, the Shadow Lord made her way to her opponent and mounted his chest while glaring down at his face, giving him a stern warning. Daisuke glared right back into her eyes, his teeth gritted and he thought she was bluffing. "You?! You can't do anything to make me give up! Get off" he growled, wriggling under her as much as he could to try and get her off.

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Daisuke refused...and started to fight back underneath the Shadow Lord! The Brit would catch her foe's muscular arms, trying to pin the Wrestling Prince to the best of her ability...meaning it was time for Clara to go for her plan:

"'gulp'. You...you...you asked for it!"

With her proclamation, Clara would slowly lower her bare, D-cup chest right onto Daisuke's mug, wrapping her arms around his head to plunge it deeper into her breasts! Her chest wasn't as big as most girls who focused on smother matches, but it was still enough to cover her rival's mouth and nose to deprive him of fresh oxygen!

The crowd went mental at the smother, and Clara was practically overflowing with embarassment, frustration...but at the same time, pride and arousal!

[Teenwrestler]

It took a moment for him to get his bearings back after being monkey flipped down on his back but Clara used that to her advantage, mounting the prince's chiseled abs and giving him a threat. Daisuke hadn't got a clue on what exactly she meant but played her bluff and started to resist, wriggling under her and bridging up to try and toss her of off him.

The topless female would swallow her pride and was ready to give him the consequences of his refusal. "W-what do you mean by that?" he hissed. Clara would lower herself onto Daisuke, sliding her entire body on top of his own while her arms wrapped around his head and shoved his face against her oiled naked breasts for a breast smother.

His eyes widened first, he knew what was to come and couldn't stop it- she didn't have the guts for it did she?! But it happened and his mouth and nose were covered against her breasts, leaving him no room to breathe. "Mmmmfffff! *cough* Mmmffouugmm!" he mumbled and moaned, struggling to take in any breath of air.

Daisuke wriggled under her more and more, he was starting to feel light headed from the lack of oxygen. The move was so simple yet effective, he felt powerless under her breasts. His muscular body trapped under Clara's, their oily bodies sliding and grinding against each other as his hands waved about aimlessly in the air.

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With the crowd cheering wildly in her ears, and Daisuke mumbles vibrating her naked chest, GASTER was breathing very heavily, a mix of arousal, anger and embarassment washing over her as she tried to smother the Wrestling Prince!

And it felt...good. For all Daisuke's trash talk, for all his insults to her skills...undressing her, he was now paying for all of that...

...and yet...the Brit wanted just one more cherry on top of her victory.

Upon holding the slowly weakening Daisuke down in her hold for a good half an hour, GASTER released her foe from the fleshy oil-y torment, as she squeezed her legs around his body, and lifted and slid behind her foe...

...right as she wrapped her arm at Daisuke's neck, trapping him in a submission he trapped her in earlier, and one that her teacher used quite a lot to finish her matches - Dragon Sleeper + Bodyscissors combo!

And for all that Daisuke has done to her over the last couple of weeks, she had only one thing to say to Wrestling Prince:

"Give up!"

[Teenwrestler]

There was no way this was happening. Daisuke was expecting a two minute squash match and here he was, being smothered to the brink of unconsciousness. Her warm, oily, sweaty body was on top of him completely as she had her modest breasts pressed against his nose and mouth, blocking any room for air. He moaned under her, his voice muffled under her breasts. His chiseled frame squirming and wriggling under her, not finding any escape route.

Daisuke was starting to get weaker and weaker, no matter what he tried there was no escape. Daisuke did everything he could, he slapped her legs, lower back, thighs and even her ass- he wriggled about, bridged up yet still she remained on top and smothered him. Eventually, he tired himself out and laid there limp, barely struggling. This is when GASTER would release her foe, looking down on him for a bit before beginning to wrap her legs around his waist. "*huff*huff*...hah...w-wait, I!" he begged but Clara was not having any of it.

She would pull him up to a seated position while taking her place behind him, trapping him in a dragon sleeper and scissor combo. "Arrrghhhh!!! AHHH" he screamed, unable to cope up with the successive submission moves. Clara had got him good and there was no where to go. Nothing came from her lips expect a demand for him to give up.

After struggling for a couple of seconds, Daisuke would tap the oily mats in submission. "AhhH! No more, I give....I submit" he moaned, he was totally exhausted with his body drenched in oil and sweat.