A perfectionists challenge

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince was never afraid to use underhanded tactics should the opportunity arises or his opponent would instigate the use of such illegal moves. Once locked up in their heated grapple, the prince felt his short hair being yanked slightly to which he responded in kind fashion by yanking her longer and silkier hair to much more effect.

"Ah, what's the matter? Cant take i-OUFFFFF"before he could respond, the perfect athlete would pull her leg back and drove her knee right into the abs of the wrestling prince, knocking the wind out of him and making him double over slightly with his arms just slightly grappling with her. Devin then immediately trying to take advantage of this fact and turned her body to one side and coiled arm around Daisuke's head. Devin trying to lock in a headlock and tightly pull his head into the side of her breast. Daisuke let out a muffled groan as his face was partially smothered by her breast while her arm squeezed his head tightly in a solid headlock.

Her arm grinded against his face as she tightened the hold, while the two continued their trash talk. His face was pressed against the side of her sweat stained sports bra while her forearm jammed against his face making things even more uncomfortable. "MNNFF SAH!" he growled, before his own arms went up, feeling her body around the waist and all the way up to her face, before Daisuke would begin to claw his fingers at her facial features, pinching her nose and lips a bit to distract her just a bit before quickly bringing his arms down to wrap them around her waist to give her a hard squeeze and attempt to push her forward.

[RJD]

It was almost comedic in a sense that a battle between two very clear skilled and proud wrestlers looked so rough and undignified, with both wrestlers enhancing the other sides suffering as much as possible and not showing any hesitation in doing so. Devin managing to just claw ahead with a mix of brutal body bruising strikes and extremely close quarters grappling. The huntress' lips tilting into a low smirk as she managed to shut the man up mid sentence as well as take the advantage.

Devin tightly pulling the prince's face deep into her sweat stained bra and delicate orb held within. The perfect athlete making sure to grind her arm into the traditional wrestler's cocky face, seemingly not satisfied with just the squeeze alone. Daisuke of course was just as desperate to steal away the control the huntress had swiftly snatched from under his nose, the man raising one of his hands to the huntress' face to prod and pinch her face, irritation quickly forming as his hand started to obscure her view causing her to turn her head from side to side in order to maintain a good view over her hold.

Devin getting frustrated when she felt her nose getting clawed, giving the wrestling prince the momentary distraction he needed to wrap his arms around her waist and squeeze her smaller frame before trying to shove her forward. " Augh! You hulking rat..." The huntress would groan out as she was pushed forward with enough strength that her hold was forcibly broken, although the prideful woman wouldn't let him escape her grasp just like that. Devin turning around to face Daisuke yet again and closing in on him recklessly, yet impressively as there almost seemed to be a seamless transition from her being shoved off of the man and running back towards him, not a single thought of hesitation or strategy managing to interrupt Devin's anger fuelled rhythm of relentless pressure.

The huntress trying to wind her arm back as she approached Daisuke, letting out a slight groan as she then threw that half of her body forward, almost hopping off the canvas as she tried to drive a hard forearm strike into the Prince's skull.

[Teenwrestler]

Clearly there was no love lost between the two, it would have been evident from their pre-ring banter but now that things had spilled over in the ring and their pride as pro-wrestlers was on the line, it seemed as if nothing was off limits. A strike was enough for him to double over in front of his female opponent and Devin seized that opportunity to lock in a humiliating side headlock, forcing the side of his face against her sports bra while grinding her forearm into his face. The prince responded in kind fashion by clawing his fingers against her nose and mouth, distracting her just enough for him to wrap his arms around her waist for a squeeze and then proceeded to shove her off of him.

As he pushed her off of him, the prince would straighten up his body, rubbing his cheek and neck a bit to ease the pain"Tsk, wretched witch!" he would growl. Daisuke did not expect her to be so nifty on her feet as she quickly turned the momentum of his push and spun around, lunging back into him to smash her forearm against his skull, making him groan and stagger back. Daisuke would grit his teeth and shake his head to clear out the cobwebs in his mind after being struck in the head, Daisuke would respond by stepping back in and unleashing a quick yet painful chest slap, right across her blue sports bra!

[RJD]

While the action between the two got rougher Devin would settle for nothing less than pure dominance, smirking sadistucally as she purposefully grinded Daisuke's face into the side of her breast. Although of course the Prince wouldn't accept such disgraceful behaviour, and so he would return the favour by clawing at Devin's face.

Then the man would use that chance to get the scrappy gal as far away as possible from him, but he underestimated her reckless abandon and speed. Ultimately the female athlete immediately running back towards Daisuke and driving her forearm right into the Prince's skull.

Of course Daisuke wouldn't be satisfied with a one sided exchange, showing the proper hospitality of royalty in the form of a sharp chop. Devin showing her gratitude with a satisfying feminine cry followed by a growl.

" Pesky man whore..." Devin would cry out, as she held her pained chest in both hands and glared up at the man. Daisuke for now earning a victory in the strike exchanges since the huntress was too occupied with pain to return the favour, although she certainly wasn't conceding defeat in the war of immature playground insults.

[Teenwrestler]

It was definitely ON between the two. Both had a sense of pride within the two and both wanted to embarrass the other in the most humiliating way possible. It was evident from the style of technical wrestling mixed with some questionable tactics mixed with some taunting here and there. After landing in the first submission, Devin quickly found herself before shoved forward as Daisuke escaped her grasp. However, she would quickly lash back, striking her forearm into his head and he would return the favour of the strike with a quick yet stinging chest slap right across her sports bra.

"Tomboy bitch" the wrestling prince would hiss back at his opponent before reaching out to grab a fistful of her beautiful hair to yank her back towards him. Daisuke would attempt to move in behind Devin, looking to wrap his arm around her neck from behind to lock in a sleeperhold. Daisuke would lean into her, pressing his front against her back to put weight onto her while squeezing her tightly from behind. "Geez, when's the last time you showered you sweaty tomboy? You smell like a gymbag" he would taunt, shaking her a bit as well from left to right.

[RJD]

After turning away from Daisuke to try and suppress the pain in her chest Devin would feel the man's rough hand grasp her hair and then pull her backwards, causing her to collide back first with his grotesque wall of muscles, or at least that's how the angry huntress wanted to think of them, even if they did meet all the perfect physique conditions that Devin herself tried to maintain. Just as the raven haired woman was about to launch some serious trash talk she would find herself being bombarded with the prince's words instead, meanwhile she would just squirm and let out a rebellious growl as his arms locked in place around her neck and head for a sleeper hold. The bigger wrestler's whole body pressing into her from behind.

" Gymbag? Seems like someone is repelled by a real woman's scent. You sure you can even handle being this close mr muscle model? " Devin would tease in return, being fairly insulted by the accusation that she doesn't shower when she in fact has a cold shower every morning to prepare herself for the day ahead. Although of course the Huntress knew dwelling on such a thing would let him know that he was getting in her mind, and she certainly didn't want that, especially not this early in the match up.

Devin's proud insult then being followed by a gruff whine as she was shook from side to side, Devin squirming slightly on the spot as she started to find it a bit more difficult to breath, and despite her best efforts to hook her hands around her opponent's arms she couldn't free herself by simply attempting to pry them off of her. Instead the Huntress having to deal with the disgusting sensation of the Prince's arms being locked tight around her while his exemplary abs pressing into her curved fit lower back.

[Teenwrestler]

Their brief exchange was won by Daisuke when he chose to unleash a stinging chest slap right across Devin's blue sports bra, the perfect athlete would turn away from the prince and bring her arms up to protect her breasts from any further attack Daisuke might cook up but the wrestling prince had other plans altogether. As soon as she would turn her back to him, he would grab her by the hair and yank her back into his frame, making her back smack against his front. That wasn't all, his arm went around her neck as he locked in a tight sleeperhold, squeezing his arm around her neck while leaning into her back, making her feel his chiseled body against her own while cutting off her oxygen. It was about telling her who was the more fitter wrestler AND who was the better wrestler.

Devin seemed prepared for every taunt Daisuke could come up with, trying to get under her skin and mock her, Daisuke would comment on the fact that Devin was working up a bit of sweat as was he, she didn't seemed to mind it at all. "Oh trust me. I can handle it, I've handled a few tomboys like you before, who think they are actually good in the ring. You may have an impressive body but you're not a wrestler"he would say, shaking her left and right a bit before continuing his efforts to take her out in the sleeper. Daisuke would further lean on her back, making her feel his sweaty muscled body press tight against his as he continued to play mindgames on her as well as physically tire her out in the submission maneuver.

[RJD]

While Daisuke seemed to have gotten an advantage in terms of physical control, when it came to their side wrestling match between their sharp tongues and creative insults there wasn't a dent present in Devin's defence. Or at least there wasn't one, until Daisuke used one specific term that she couldn't abide.

" I'm not a tomboy! I'm just not a little punk or a fashion obsessed hussy. " Devin would aggressively explain, focusing entirely in on one of many bullets the Prince had shot towards her.

Then with that Devin would squirm again, just to get a feeling for how much space she had as she tried to focus despite her lungs begging for more oxygen. Then the red faced huntress would attempt to lean her hips forward, before then launching them backwards into Daisuke's groin with as much speed as she could build up, the raven haired hothead not showing an inkling of mercy.

Then if successful Devin would make another sharp action. Before any thought could be put into the slightly sexual move proceeding, the huntress would try to take a step forward and turn around. Devin hoping to catch the Prince hunched over, and if he was then he would receive a rough knee strike to his head, the huntress quickly shooting her bent leg upwards as she tried to nail him with a rough blow.

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince was really showing off all his skill and wrestling prowess against the Huntress. Trapping in her a very effective sleeperhold and barely showing any signs of letting up. He attempted to win in the mental as well as the physical departments, continuing to try and get under her skin with various insults, he had hope one or two would really trigger that sensitive part in her that he knew existed in her. With his arms squeezing her out, constricting her breathing he knew she wouldn't be too focused on her sharp replies but to his surprise, her tongue was as sharp as ever despite in such a situation.

"Which is why you are exactly a tomboy, if you aren't any of the other two"Daisuke chuckled as he continued to taunt and belittle her. "Just stop squirming and struggling, you're outclassed here just giv-OOUFFFF" before he could complete he felt his opponent lean her hips forward, before then launching them backwards into Daisuke's groin to knock the wind out of him and leave him slightly jolted with that sudden strike.

His arm was still around her neck for while before he doubled over and looked to catch his breath, which allowed his opponent to get free from his grasp and quickly turn to face him then nail him with knee strike to his head, Daisuke let out a loud grunt as he fell flat on his back, clutching his face in pain and letting out a loud groan.

[RJD]

Daisuke may have had Devin restrained despite her anger fuelled struggling, but as the Prince fired off insults her stubborn efforts would increase as she gained more frustration to fuel herself off. The huntress finally freeing herself with a well placed hip attack to her foe's groin.

The hundreds then smoothly transitioning into a spin so that her front was facing daisuke, then she would shoot her knee upwards towards the ceiling and right into the Prince's skull.

Without wasting any time Devin would pounce on her downed opponent, trying to straddle his wide chest quickly. The huntress still panting and trying to fix her breathing rate after the sleeper hold had obstructed her usual breathing, although she wouldn't let such things slow her down, Devin not being the strongest or most skilful, but ironically in turn the hundreds could be like a trapped boar when she seems vulnerable, being just as if not more rough and dangerous when at risk of showing weakness.

After straddling Daisuke chest Devin would attempt to lift one of his arms, and then place her bent leg over it, foot placed just above his shoulder with her knee pointing outwards. Then in one sharp movement the huntress would twist her body around the man's arm, hooking her legs around it as she slammed her back into the canvas while she tried to trap the Prince in a cross arm breaker.

Squeezing her opponent's arm between her legs and wrenching it with her own arms Devin would seem pretty smug out she managed to take the control she had desired, so much so that she shook off her anger enough to speak with a fairly calm voice.

" I'm not no tomboy. I'm just a tough lady who has no problem breaking your arm pretty boy. " Devin would retort, even firing off her own accusations about the Prince's character and appearance.