Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Dr. Mina Takemi

[Teenwrestler]

The prince was still back-tracking to how this exactly came to be. He called her an old woman and then proceeded to grapple, perhaps that was the trigger word that he had to avoid going against a mature female wrestler. The punch to his gut made the prince get down on his knees in front of his opponent who was still engulfed with a fury of rage. She stood over him, her fists balled up and she would reach out with her right hand to grab his hair.

"AH!" he hissed, reaching up to grab her right hand to try and pry them off his hair. It didn't work though because he was pulled up to his feet and then once more she would begin to drive her left fist into his abs over and over again. "Guuughh! Ouuuufffffff" he cried out with spittle flying off his mouth after the third strike.

After the final strike, she would release his hair thanks to the sheer force of the strike. Daisuke would fall down on his back, curling up and coughing out as the prince was completely winded out from those strikes.

[SuckerPunch]

The ring therapist watched as Daisuke crumpled to the canvas. She looked at the hand that had gripped his hair and watched her fingers fold into a fist. She could feel the anger he'd inspired in her begin to slowly burn off.

"Ara ara... Look at what you made me do." She cast her eyes down upon the gasping man. "How undignified. This is why I prefer women."

Her eyes closed as she brought her palms to the bottoms of her hair, pomping it gently as she recomposed herself. She wasn't seeing red any longer. The tension in her muscles had relaxed. Finally she let her eyes open. And upon seeing Daisuke's pathetic display, she realized that she still wanted nothing more than to crush the arrogant man.

"Up you go." She spat as she knelt beside him and took him under his arms. If he was as exhausted as he seemed, then she would heft him up to his feet.

"Go ahead and scream your submission." She wrapped her arms around his frame, trapping his arms at his sides. There was a brief calm. A moment to anticipate what was about to happen. And then her biceps flexed as the amazonian MILF suddenly lifted him off the canvas in a crushing bearhug!

"IF YOU CAN!" The words came out in a roar. A war cry as intense as the effort the powerful woman wrestler was pouring into destroying him This was The Treatment. One of Mina's favorite maneuvers. An arm trap bearhug that utilized her insane physical strength to subdue her opponents. It allowed her to appreciate her opponent's suffering through the full body contact!

The Treatment

Her voluptuous body compressed against his as she bowed his spine and crushed his already ailing mid-section. Her heavy breasts mushroomed against his flat, firm chest. And he could tell by their closeness that abusing him was... Exciting her.

[Teenwrestler]

It was just one of those triggers that had really enraged Mina into a frenzy. Daisuke's offence didn't put a dent on her when she was in this state and she thwarted his attacks with her own. The raw power in her fists winded the wrestling prince as she clobbered his belly and then a final strike to his face which send him flying back and down onto his back on the ring mats. His world was rocked and he was seeing stars in broad daylight, still unsure where this power came from. He would take a mental note never to call her a old woman ever again because clearly that was a line that Mina had drawn.

Still, there was a wrestling match to be one and slowly the Doctor was starting to calm herself and realize that a pinfall or submission was required before the two could hit the showers. Mina walked over towards Daisuke, bending down to grab him by the arms and pull him up to his feet. She would have to do a lot of the effort as Daisuke was too exhausted to be standing on his own two feet on his own.

That is there the help ended because the brunette would wrap her arms around his waist, trapping his arms in and lifting him up in the air for a crushing bearhug. "Guuuuugghhhh!" Daisuke cried out, shaking his head while his bod squirmed in her grip. His sweaty body pressed up against hers while he helplessly struggled. It only took a moment but soon Daisuke realized he was beat.

"O-okay! Stop! I submit" he admitted, nodding his head.

[SuckerPunch]

The Ring Therapist reveled in Daisuke's pain. The way his body twitched against her own as he tried his best to resist, to find freedom.

There was no space between them. Her biceps bulged as they forced his back to bow! Her breasts mushroomed and spread out against his chest, the copious flesh spilling out of her leotard.The euphoric feeling of destroying his body with her own caused her nipples to harden and press into his own bare chest.

And in the end. He had no choice but to submit to the monstrous bearhug.

"Oh?" Her grip slackened. And the bell rang signaling the end of the match.

*Ding Ding Ding*

And then her grip reasserted itself! Tightening her vicelike hold!

"I'm afraid you're confused, young man. I'm not interested in winning anymore! I'm here to teach you a lesson! Beg me! Tell the world how much STRONGER a woman is than you! Come on honey, tell them! Who's your mommy?!"

With each sentance her hold grew tighter. The contest was over. She needn't reserve any of her energy any longer. Now, she dedicated everything she had left to humbling this arrogant young man!

[Teenwrestler]

The match was definitely over. Daisuke had succumbed to the brutish bearhug that the MILF wrestler had applied to him. The tightness and proximity of their bodies was enough to suffocate the prince, deprived out of any air, he had no choice but to submit to Mina before he could suffer an even embarrassing fate of passing out. After the submission, he felt her ease up and the bell would ring. He would slump forward, resting his head on her shoulder while finally taking a moment to catch his breath without feeling the pain around his waist.

Suddenly, the hold tightened up again and Daisuke's eyes widened and he had to straighten his back up to ease the pressure just ever so slightly. "Gaaaaaaahhhh! S-stop.....I-I submit" Daisuke would once again say, waving his arms about aimlessly. It was clear that Dr. Takemi wanted more from the prince than just a victory at this point.

"Nrghh! O-Okay, you're stronger than me. Ahhhhhh~ Y-you are, you're my mommy!" he would cry out, his body starting to twitch and he felt his muscles cramp up as he began to tap her shoulder once more.

[SuckerPunch]

A tap-out was too easy for a man like him. He needed a lesson in humility, and unluckily for him, Mina was a teacher. And she loved her job.

A smile crossed her lips as she watched him flail about like one of the inflatable tube men at a used car lot. He screamed his submission once more, but it was to no avail. He knew what she wanted. And she was going to force him to give it to her.

She thought to prompt him when he suddenly spat it out. Exactly what she wanted. He discarded his pride. And a moment later, she discarded him. Her arms unfurled and she let him fall to the mat in whatever way his broken, shameful body would. He belonged to physics now.

"Mmmn. Good boy." She crossed her arms under her heavy bust and looked down upon him.

"What are you waiting for. Get out of here. Or were you hoping I'd breastfeed you?" Some men might have jumped at the offer. But it was clear by her mocking tone and body language that the offer wasn't genuine. It was another jab at his pride. Emasculating him and reducing him to a child.

The referee approached her tepidly and took one of her arms by the wrist, raising it once she was certain Mina would let her.

"Your winner, by Submission; Dr. Mina Takemi!"