Match type: Standard pro wrestling
Victory conditions: pinfall, submission or knockout
This was probably the most unique of matches that Daisuke was ever going to partake in. Not only was his opponent a retired/semi retired professional wrestler but on top of that Mina Takemi was possessed a doctorate, making her almost overqualified of being a professional wrestler. Daisuke wondered why a person associated with the medical profession would go against her oath of healing people and in turn shifting to a career where you had to hurt people instead. Regardless, the prince was not going to delve on the matter too long and would start to prepare for his match. Daisuke
In his locker room, freshly showered and change into his wrestling gear which consisted of grey CK wrestling briefs and black leather wrestling boots. Daisuke would make his way out to the gorilla position and once his theme cued, he would head on out to the LAW arena. Making his way down towards the ring, Daisuke was confident his chances even against his opponent tonight.
After making his way inside the ring, Daisuke would stand in the middle of it and would start to loosen up his arms and shoulders before jumping on his heels. Daisuke was eager to get this wrestling match underway so that he could prove to his opponent and the crowd just how good he was.
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Something had happened in the last few months. Dr. Mina Takemi had become a target of sorts. She had long been a popular member of LAW, what with her voluptuous body and refined appearance. Her matches had a tendency to be titillating, win or lose. But they had always only been against women. With her recent defeat of Josh Journey however, the flood gates appeared to have been opened! Amy Winehouse, Teach Me Tonight
Dr. Takemi's entrance hit! The arena was shrouded in green light. She stepped out onto the stage, bathed in the hue of envy. She drew in a breath, looked down, and crossed her arms under her breasts. Hugging herself and drinking in the moment. And then. Both arms exploded out and upwards in triumph as she greeted the LAW audience! Her eruption promising the audience a dynamic show!
The mature woman walked down the ramp all smiles. She sashayed towards the ring in her new attire. A green one piece that highlighted her best assets. The leotard was painted on; it hugged the swell of her breasts and barely covered her thick backside. It was cut in the classic 80's style, an homage to her roots, with some modern embellishment. Pulling everything tight and making The Ring Therapist look every bit as sexy as she was powerful.
Once inside the ring she'd lift her palms to the bottom of her bobbed hair and plump it up before placing one foot on the bottom turnbuckle and bending over slightly. She looked over her shoulder at the audience with a coy smile. The pose offered the crowd a full view of the side of her heavy breasts. But more importantly, it flashed the full length of her leg. From her ankles, all the way up to her pale thighs, to the fullness of her curvaceous, plush butt. Spoiler
Her opponent, much like her last one, deigned only to wear the smallest of bottoms. It brought a small twinkle to her eye. She had never considered men as an object of desire. But something had changed, thanks in no small part to an unplanned trist not long ago.
"Is this a trend with you boys?" She mused with a smile. Embellishing the word boys to clearly delineate between their age. "Not wearing pants? I don't believe I have ever seen a prince who dresses like that." She gestured towards the man's exposed thighs and groin. "I hope, for your sake, you aren't one of those men who thinks they can subdue a lady with good looks alone."
It was still a strange feeling, wrestling a woman who had a medical degree. So, she was truly a Dr. and not one of those who insert the title based on a doctorate degree. These thoughts were running in the head of the prince when he shook his head to focus himself on what was to come. Despite wrestling a medical practitioner, she was in fact here to wrestle him down and beat him in this match but to be fair so was Daisuke. Patiently awaiting inside the ring, soon the beautiful mature woman made her grand entrance, the arena was engulfed in green lights and soon Dr. Takemi made her way to the arena clad in a green one piece attire.
Daisuke was rather impressed by the figure of his opponent, she had clearly kept herself in good shape and it was evident by the way she strutted to the ring in that outfit of hers. Certainly the puff hair and the way the outfit was made was a homage to her classic wrestling roots but Daisuke didn't mind, in the end he was going to out-wrestle her and make her tap so it mattered not what style she was rocking for this wrestling match.
It was all well enough until she decided to open that cheeky little mouth of hers, clearly trying to get under his skin and it was working. Daisuke shrugged his shoulders before walking towards her until the two met head to head. "I don't think you should be questioning other wrestler's outfit judging by what you are wearing Dr. Takemi" he said. He adjusted his briefs a bit, flexing a bit for her before taking a step back and offering his hand out to her.
"I don't plan on it. I plan to impress you with my wrestling ability when I have you under my foot right after you submit to me" he grinned.
"Oh? So you like it? You find it... Enticing?" She asked as she treated Daisuke to a flourish. A gentle twirl that saw her curves displayed without subtlety. Her backside was thrust out in a way that nearly saw the fabric of her leotard eaten by the swell of her cheeks. She met the man with a knowing grin as she returned to face him fully.
"I'm sure if that's the case you'll have a hard time hiding it. Tell me sweetie, do the little girls you're used to wrestling often fawn over that cute little thing you're hiding under there?" She clicked her tongue in amusement he put his hand out. She began to circle him, appraising him like a jeweler, but showing no interest in sportsmanship.
"Mmn. Under your foot you say?" She licked her lips as she finished her walk about. "No thanks. I consider myself more of a top." She added as she braced herself for the matches start. "I hope that doesn't threaten your fragile masculinity." She gave a little wink as the bell sounded.
Giving it right back at him, Daisuke's sharp tongue was not sharp enough to cut through the temper of Mina who very calmly and casually retorted back at Daisuke. He had no words as a comeback to what she said and would simply shrug his shoulders and glare at her at the suggestion that he found her outfit enticing, which indeed it actually was. He would stand firm despite her twirling her hips to perhaps 'distract' him. However, to his credit he did decide to show respect to the veteran and held his hand out to her but she would ignore it and would instead start to circle the regal man.
"Hmph. You sure talk alot don't you Mrs. Takemi?" he said allowing her to circle him whilst she taunted him continuously. "I can't wait to show you that a woman like you has no chance in a wrestling match against a man like me" he said with a confident girl, both of them continuing to trade insults at each other right before the bell would ring.
"Tch, fine" he growled, seemingly irritated by her calling him 'manties'. The wrestling prince would raise his hands up and lunge at Takemi, looking to initiate a collar and elbow grapple battle right as the bell rung to test whether the wrestling veteran could fair in a grappling match against the prince of wrestling.
"That's DOCTOR Takemi. I didn't spend 4 years in medical school to be called Mrs." She brushed him off as she watched him circle her. Her words were delivered with a honeyed, humorous edge tot hem. She turned with the man as he circled her. Despite her jovial nature, she was paying him respect when it came to their in-ring competition. She wasn't eager to let this chauvinist pig get her back... Lord only knows what he might do from there.
*DING DING DING*
"Why is it that insecure men always have a problem with women talking?" She asked as he shot in for a collar and elbow tie up. She granted his request, with glee! She was a powerful wrestler with a strength based style. Something her thiccer physique specialized in. She'd grit her teeth as she measured herself against him, strength for strength.
It was clear that Daisuke had struck a nerve, in fact most doctors would find it rather insulting if a layman would refuse to put in the very prestigious DR initials before someone who had graduated from med-school and chosen the medical profession as a career choice, which seemed it all the more odd that he was wrestling such a qualified person who had changed professions into professional wrestling. He shook his head and began to focus, paying no attention to the little outburst of Dr. Takemi.
Then, the two locked up. Daisuke and Mina locked up with each other aggressively, going in really hard at each other in the collar and elbow grapple battle. Daisuke went in with all the confidence of the world but as he did grapple with Dr. Takemi, he quickly began to realize that she was no slouch and in fact she....was pretty match matching up. "Urghhh...ARGHHH!" he roared pushing in harder and harder but was met with equal determination and force.
"N-no way....arghhhh h-how are you this......strong?" he groaned, his male ego hurt he refused to let go of the grapple or transition into something else until there was a clear winner in this grapple battle. A bead of sweat trickled down his brow whilst he pressed up hotly against his female rival.
Mina and Daisuke's lockup proved to be a stalemate. The massive MILF found herself embattled with Daisuke, but neither yielded. "Hngh... Oh please!" She growled as they struggled. "Mama's gonna have to teach you... Ngh... To respect women!" She growled as her biceps bulged and she started to pour pressure into the lock-up.
She would attempt to force him down. To bend his knees with the strength of her upper body alone. In reality, the two seemed evenly matched and she was having just as much difficulty moving him as he was in moving her. Her perfectly pomped hair was fraying from the effort. Mina was every bit as powerful as a man, and bigger than most of them to boot.
"Kneel!" She demanded as she attempted to drive him down. Her upper body shook with effort. Which meant that her heavy breasts that hung between them similarly bounced. "Get on your knees, speedo freak!"
The wrestling prince could not believe this, clearly in his mind there was no way that Mina Takemi could ever out-wrestle and out-grapple him. The prince was a chiseled, handsome specimen which was more than willing to take up his chances against Dr. Takemi, who despite being quite fit for a woman her age, totally surpassed Daisuke's expectations of her grappling acumen, strength and resilience. The result was that the frustrated prince would press up against Mina's body, pushing and pushing but not really gaining any ground. His chest would grind against her breasts and the two struggled against each other, both refused to give an inch to the other.
"Arrghhh N-no, this is impossible! I-I, can't lose" Daisuke growled. In the end, it was Mina who actually took the advantage in their struggle for supremacy. The MILF wrestler would make a breakthrough, bringing the CK brief clad wrestler down onto one knee. Despite his kneeled position, Daisuke gritted his teeth and continued to push trying to recover the lost ground. However, his struggles were not enough and Mina brought the man down onto his knees, with her breasts partially smothering him.
"Gugh! NO" he growled, looking to break away from the grapple.
Daisuke was a capable wrestler. He'd made that clear in the way he engaged the test of strength. Perhaps if he had been trying with everything he had he could have matched Mina. Or if he had not been so focused on proving his superiority as a man he might have out foxed her. Instead he had chosen to meet the powerful veteran head on in her purview. And the result was predictable. His body yielding under the overwhelming power of the Milf Wrestler.
She forced him ever deeper. Bringing him moments from being pressed to the canvas and smothered between the soft warmth of her matronly bosom. But finally his pride gave way to cleverness!
She felt the man pull away and was unprepared for it! It resulted in her stumbling slightly and having to catch herself for balance. All while Daisuke was able to skulk away growling in disbelief.
"Ara ara... What's wrong baby boy? Mama too much for you?" She grinned wryly as she stood back to her full height and retook her stance. "Why don't you get on out of here before it's too late, hm? It only gets worse from here."
