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

[Teenwrestler]

Once again, Daisuke had proved his superiority to his former partner. She had always been very stubborn and delusional but tonight he was going to put this to an end. After knocking her out cold, he had won the first fall through a knock out and now he was preparing for one of his most favourite types of matches, submissions only. After posing over her and showing off, the prince would return to the corner to catch a breather and cool off while wiping the sweat off his royal body.

Soon enough, Ossi was helped up and was guided to her corner of the ring where she would march their clearly pissed. Daisuke chuckled at the sight, he was clearly in her heard. The prince watched the Heiress towel off before calling him out. Daisuke would sigh and shake his head, "have you learned nothing from our matches so far Heiress? You simply cannot wrestle! I have always been a better grappler and submissionist. You have no chance of beating me in this one" he mocked her.

"Come on, let us continue this royal wrestling match" he said hanging the towel on the ring ropes before moving out of the corner with his arms raised and knees bent. He would keep his gaze on Ossi while circling her, looking for a chance to lunge in and lock up with her in a collar and elbow grapple.

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Ossi rolled her eyes at Daisuke's continued tirade of bragging, so insufferably insure of his supposed superiority. He might have one the first fall, but that did not worry her unduly.

"Hmph, big words as usual," she snorted derisively. "But you can seldom back them up. Come on, wrestling prince. Let us begin!"

With that she began circling the prince in turn waiting for her opportunity. Knowing he would wish to use his greater strength for a quick advantage, Ossi stepped forward, faking a lock up. If he took the bait and lunged for her, she would attempt to catch his arm and throw him into a quick Irish whip into the corner to counter.

[Teenwrestler]

With the first fall under his belt, Daisuke was more confident than he ever was going into this match. He acted as if his victory was now all but assured and continued with his bragging which was only seeking to enrage the Heiress. It was clearly working too, with Ossi rolling her eyes at her former tag team partner before seeking to engage with him in yet another war of words. Daisuke would in turn raise his eyebrow at her empty threat and shook his head. "Seldom back them up? Woman, I just beat you in the first fall. That constitutes as backing them up" he shot back quickly.

It seemed Ossi was ready to go, the short break was over and the two wrestlers were now ready to engage once again. "Fine, let us begin then" he agreed and round two would officially start. Both of them circled each other before Daisuke rushed in to grapple with her as he did in the first fall but Ossi had learned from her mistake and would bait the prince in grabbing distance before grabbing his arm and using his own momentum against him to whip him into the corner turnbuckle.

"Whooaaa Ouffff!" he grunted when his back smacked against the corner turnbuckle and he leaned against it, his arms draped over either side of the ring ropes with the wind slightly knocked out of him.

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Just as she'd hoped, the bait was more than enough for the arrogant Wrestling Prince. He came forward to grapple with her, smugly self-assured in his confidence that he would get another quick and easy fall out of her. She surprised him instead with an Irish whip as he reached for her, sending the male wrestler thudding into the turnbuckle where he slumped there, vulnerable to her follow up.

Ossi waisted no time, rushing at Daisuke's vulnerable body and leaping at him, attempting to land a full body splash on her former partner, hoping to slam their bodies together and knock the wind from her foe!

[Teenwrestler]

Knowing her partner all too well, Ossi would bait the wrestling prince to approach her and he did so. Lunging forward to grapple the Syrian Heiress, the wrestling prince was quite confident in taking her down for the second time in this match and further pushing his advantage. However, Daisuke was caught off guard when Ossi would move to one side to avoid the grapple and instead would grab his arm and use his momentum against him to whip him into the corner turnbuckle.

With his back crashing into the corner, Daisuke moaned in pain and settled in the corner taking a moment to recover. That was all that Ossi needed who would rush in towards her prince, leaping up at the last moment to SMACK herself into Daisuke for a running body splash to sandwich him in between the Syrian and the corner, driving the wind out of him from that sudden impact.

"Guuuughhh" he cried out as their bodies collided, resulting in Daisuke leaning forward and resting himself against Ossi.

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Ossi's splash landed perfectly against the reeling wrestling prince, and their bodies collided, hers flattening his hard into the turnbuckle! She relished Daisuke's cry of pain as her move further knocked the fight from her male adversary, leaving him stunned and leaning against her. Grinning, Ossi enjoyed the moment, pressing herself up against the prince's toned frame, grabbing his hair and stuffing his face between her breasts for a quick smother! She jiggled her upper body from side to side for a moment, literally rubbing Daisuke's face in it before shoving him down into a sitting position.

With a triumphant wave to the fans, Ossi then rotated, gripping the top ropes with both hands and angling her pert backside down, straight into Daisuke's face! Pressing her rear over his features, she gyrated her hips shamelessly, cutting off the Prince's air as she smothered him with her rear!

"Oh dear," she cooed mockingly. "It looks like the great wrestling Prince is in a rather terrible spot now, wouldn't you say?"

[Teenwrestler]

Whipped into the corner of the ring against the turnbuckle, Daisuke Takeuchi would take a moment to recover and catch his breath. However, Ossi would let give him that luxury when she came flying in at him and smacked her body into him, driving him further into the corner and knocking the wind out of his sails. This resulted in the groggy prince leaning onto Ossi for support, groaning in pain while the Heiress enjoyed the feeling of her prince's sweaty, chiseled body lean against her own.

"Uubhh w-wha? Mmmmmfffhh! MMMFHHOFM" Daisuke suddenly mumbled, his arms flailing about frantically when Ossi grabbed his hair and shoved his face between her breasts for a breast smother. The Syrian would jiggle her upper body to humiliate the prince before letting him go and shoving him down to a seated position. "Guh....hah....you vile woman. How dare you MMMMMFFFFFFFF" once again he was cut off when Ossi would turn around and grab the ring ropes to either side before pressing her backside at Daisuke's face for yet another smother.

Daisuke would wriggle and squirm wildly, his hands would reach up to grab her hips and try to push her off to save himself from his suffocating and embarrassing position!

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Ossi grinned as she cut off Daisuke's indignant tirade, stuffing his face into her magnificent backside and smothering his words away. She relished the arrogant prince's failing and muffled cries as she embarrassed him with one of the smothers he so despised. She twisted her hips, shamelessly grinding against her former partner's face.

She felt him shoving hard at her backside and eventually she relented, easing forward to prevent him performing any meaningful counter. She stood and turned to look at the red breathless face of her foe with a grin.

"Oh, my Prince, what a picture you are now," she taunted mercilessly before leaping forward and straddling him in his seated position in the corner. She wrapped her arms around his head, attempting to stuff his face into her breasts once again for another smother, hoping to smother her arrogant foe into submission. As she did so she also ground her crotch against his skin tight briefs, adding a pleasurable dimension to her onslaught that would hopefully leave the prince reeling!

[Teenwrestler]

Truly, the advantage of being the partner of the wrestling prince was that Ossi was privy to all his weaknesses and his most hated moves. She knew very well that Daisuke always had struggled and hated smothers and she was fully planning on using that against him. After having taken him down to a seated position in the corner, Ossi subjected the prince to a humiliation smother with the use of her backside. Struggling in the humiliating smother move, Daisuke fought back by shoving her lower back and trying to push her off of him.

Realizing that Daisuke might succeed, Ossi would give up her leverage and leave on her own terms. Turning to face the prince who was still down on his ass against the corner, red faced, breathless and glistening in sweat. "Hah....I...." he said before the Heiress threw herself onto Daisuke, straddling him whilst he was in the corner. Her arms wrapped around his head and she pulled his face into her chest once more for a smother, whilst grinding her hips against his.

"MMMMMFFHMMFH!" he mumbled against her breasts. At first he grabbed her shoulders to push away but it was all too much, there was no space to move and he had Ossi straddle and smother him. Soon, his hands began to fanatically tap her back all over to signal he was submitting. "MMFHFHHF I submmniitg...g-get her..mmmffhfhh off,....I givmmmfee" he mumbled.

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Through the smothering embrace of her breasts, Ossi heard the sweet sound of Daisuke giving in to her, submitting to her dominating onslaught. "Oh, what's that? I didn't quite hear you." She held him there for a few seconds longer to extend him embarrassment, forcing him to repeat his submission, relishing his frantic patting at her back as she shamelessly thrust her hips into him, making a point of grinding across the prince's tightly wrapped crotch!

Eventually she released him, standing up with a triumphant smirk to admire her handiwork. With the red-faced, breathless wrestling prince sitting before her, she extended a leg, pressing a boot against his tight briefs and rubbing for a couple of seconds to cement her victory in the second fall.

"Ah, submission suits you, my prince," she tittered before she strutted away to the far side of the ring to wait for his recovery, having tied the match up and now prepping for the oil round.