The Spartan vs The Prince

[Teenwrestler]

It was no surprise that Helen would have no trouble pressing right back up against Daisuke. She would level with him eye to eye and press her chest up against his leaving no space between them. The light steam blew through the vents, making their skin glisten in sweat just a bit as the room started to get a bit warm and humid. When all was said and done, the referee blew the whistle and the two wrestlers locked up in a collar and elbow grapple battle. Daisuke pressed up against her, looking to push back as he felt her muscles grind against his.

She was surprisingly strong and surprised him even more when she began to push hard, jerking him to the side in a rather aggressive approach. "Urgh" he grunted and opted to break away from the grapple entirely, choosing to step to the side and wrap his arm around her head, bringing her face against his sweaty pecs in a side headlock.

Daisuke would plant his feet on the mats in wide stance, squeezing tightly around her head and neck for a firm headlock. "You may be strong Spartan but strength isn't everything. Now, submit" he demanded.

[ScylliasExoter]

Helen grunted as Daisuke held her in the side headlock. The man was strong. And while the headlock wasn't that painful, it wasn't comfortable either. Helen tried moving away from Daisuke to break the headlock, but she felt stuck to him. Helen had to fight her instincts to punch him in the stomach, given that they made a deal not to strike. She kept her cool and came up with a plan. She grimaced as she tasted the salty sweat glistening off of Daisuke's chest. "I am kind of regretting the no striking agreement right now. But I can relate to not wanting your face busted up for TV. Even a smug face like yours."

Helen further pressed herself against Daisuke and wrapped her arms around his torso while she decided what to do. She clasped her hands and started squeezing as hard as she could, trying to lock him in a side bearhug. But Daisuke's torso was just as well muscled as his chest and arms. "Say, are you an actual prince or just a self-annointed one?" Helen shifted to being in front of Daisuke as much as she could while she talked, her well-toned abs grinding against his. She then sprung into action, attempting to lift him up in the air and slam him down to the ground.

[Teenwrestler]

Having locked in the first submission, Daisuke was now going to test whether this new woman to the roster was any good on the wrestling mat. He held her tight in his grip, making sure she was close to him as his hip bucked into her waist. Daisuke would squeeze harder and harder, all the while panting himself in the humid conditions. He had his teeth gritted, he noticed that she was moving her hands around as if to punch his abs but stopped herself causing him to grin as the match conditions was favouring him for now. "Heh is that a compliment?" he said with a smug grin when she mentioned she didn't want to bust him up for TV.

With that the Spartan moved around, having her arms wrap around his waist for a side bearhug before eventually making her way to the front. Both of them squeezed against each other now, with Daisuke crushing her head with his bicep and Helen squeezing his waist in the bearhug. Their sweaty bodies were sliding and grinding with Daisuke glaring into her eyes. "A B-bearhug?! No way" he groaned, not expecting her.

Suddenly she lifted him up off the feet and slammed him down hard, causing him to let out a loud moan and release the headlock. Daisuke was now down on his back with the Spartan taking the advantage.

[ScylliasExoter]

Helen pounced on Daisuke, clasped her hands with his his and pushed them on the ground spread eagle. Her chest pressed against his upper chest and jaw and her forehead pressed against the side of his head, the sweat from his hair glistening off of Helen's skin. Helen had him in a grapevine pin, but internally cursed when she remembered it was submissions only. He clearly was used to wrestling in a sauna too, as it took all of Helen's effort not to slip off of him due to the sweat they were both drenched in.

"I have to get him talking," she thought. The more he talks. The sooner he runs out of gas.

"A compliment? In your dreams, nob. Which we'll get to in just a bit."

She felt the rhythmic breathing of his body against hers and put all her strength into trying to hold Daisuke down and exhaust him.

[Teenwrestler]

With some excellent chain wrestling, Helen had taken the advantage by breaking out of the headlock by slamming Daisuke down hard on the mats after squeezing him in a bearhug momentarily. The slam left the prince winded out and that was all the time she needed to pounce on top of the downed male wrestler. Helen would press her toned body up against Daisuke's, her chest pressed against his upper chest and jaw while her forehead pressed against the side of his head. Helen had him in a grapevine pin, her legs pinning his legs down while her hands pinned his hands down as well.

Daisuke was trapped and spread wide like a eagle, Helen had him! Unfortunately, there was no pins so she could not take advantage of the situation fully. Daisuke would bridge up, trying to jerk to the side to try and shove her off. However, his bridge failed and he fell back to the mats. "Argh damn Spartan!" he said, letting out a breathed sigh while struggling under her.

"Don't think you have won just yet" he growled as her sweaty hair begin to stick to his face. Daisuke once more bridged up, smacking his body up into her while turning to the side to reverse their positions.

[ScylliasExoter]

Helen was caught off guard by the sideways movement and was flung to the right. She landed with a thud on her back and Daisuke now on top of her. She struggled against him, but he was too strong to throw off.

"Oh finally you're on top. Took you long enough."

[Teenwrestler]

After being trapped under the strong willed Spartan, Daisuke would squirm and struggle until he would bridge up and turn to the side to tip Helen over and reverse their position so that Daisuke was on top of the Greek. He grinned as he clasped his hands with hers and would pin them over her head while his sweat slicked body pressed down on hers. A droplet of sweat trickled down his forehead onto her neck and upper chest before he would mount her abdomen and sit on top of her with his hands still holding hers and pinning her down.

"I was holding back to see what you have and so far I have been disappointed" he mocked. Daisuke would let go of her hands and instead bring them over towards her mouth and nose, pressing both of his palms against her mouth and nose to cut off her breathing in a hand smother. He figured with the steamy conditions the luxury of air was already scarce and with a smother she would truly struggle.

"Give it up. You may be in great shape but having a perfect body doesn't mean anything here if you can't wrestle so just give up Spartan" he said.

[ScylliasExoter]

"Hrmmmph! HmHNHm!

While no one could make out Helen's muffled grunting, the spirit of her comments were obvious. "I can get out of this," she thought. Helen grabbed at Daisuke's hands and tried prying them off of her mouth and nose, but they were too slick from the steam and sweat. Eventually she grabbed ahold of them but Daisuke was too strong. His hands were practically duct taped over her mouth and nose. She looked up into his smiling, smug face, glistening with sweat. Helen looked into his grey eyes and saw that he wasn't going to let go. He would smother her until she was unconscious. Suddenly panicking as her breath all but left her body, Helen frantically tapped the left side of his torso.

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince grinned in arrogance as he had Helen mounted and pinned to the mats. The heavy steam blew from the vents and would make the whole setting a bit foggy not to mention damp, warm and sweaty. However, that was the whole point of the match to see who would falter in these extreme and harsh conditions. With the prince having his palms pressed up against Helen's mouth and nose there was no room for the Greek woman to breathe and despite her best efforts to break free eventually she would let her own Spartan pride go and tap the left side of his torso.

Daisuke smiled and kept the hold locked in for a few extra seconds before letting go. "Done already? You disappoint me Spartan" he said tapping her cheek before getting back up to his feet. Daisuke would place his foot on top of her abs and pose over her before bringing his foot over towards her face, pressing it for a humiliating victory pose.

"1-0 to me Helen. I want round two on that grapple battle" he demanded, still salty about losing the last one.

Time left: 55 minutes
Daisuke:1
Helen: 0

[ScylliasExoter]

Helen gasped for air when he finally let go. She internally seethed as he patted her cheek and placed his foot on her. The people watching through the door were excitedly muttering to themselves. Helen was angry, but she wanted more than anything else to beat this man, so she kept it in check for now. The time for a second wind of rage would come later, when he was spent. For now, Helen was still in good shape. Once she caught her breath from the smother, her breathing quickly returned to normal. They'd be about seven minutes down by the time they start up again. The man was strong. Helen was wondering to herself if she could catch up to his points once he does run out of gas. She rose to her feet and said,

"What's wrong? Mad you were thrown around by a woman? I'm just getting warmed up."

Helen walked slowly towards him from the other side of the room while she talked. She then launched into a sudden sprint and attempted to tackle him with a spear.