Bitter Rivals

[Teenwrestler]

With Daisuke in the advantage of being a point up, he was confident that he only needed a couple of more submissions to have Ossi finally admit that she no longer wished to wrestle the prince and put an end to this rivalry. The two got ready to lock up but as Daisuke got in close and tried to grapple his rival, she would instead duck under those arms to get in behind and trap him in a waistlock. Daisuke grunted in pain, quickly squatting down low and grabbing her wrists to try and pry them off but she quickly grabbed his crotch instead forcing him down to his knees.

Still cautious that her grip didn't go beyond the levels of what it was to crush him, he wanted to play it slowly and not make any sudden movements. Ossi pressed herself up against his back before shuffling back and wrapping her legs around his waist, squeezing with all her might. "AHHHHHHH" he screamed in pain, squirming in her grip. Daisuke would bring his hands down to her feet, looking to try and open up her legs to find an escape route.

"D-damnit" he cursed, fighting against her legs as his hands did their best to break out of the body scissors.

[arktriumph]

Ossi brought Daisuke to his knees from behind and clamped her shapely thighs around his waist to catch him in a tight body scissor. She grinned when she heard the yells of pain from the Wrestling Prince as he struggled, trying and failing to free himself from her grasp. She felt his hands push at her grip, and she crossed her ankles, trying to keep the scissor locked for long enough to weaken the Prince.

"Can't escape?" she taunted, taking a grip on his hair and pulling his head backwards, forcing him to look at the ceiling. "Then why not give in? You know you want to submit to me, Daisuke. It's what you always do in the end."

[Teenwrestler]

In just a few moments, Ossi had taken a commanding lead in the match after having floored Daisuke down onto a seated position with her snugly behind him and her legs wrapped around his torso. Daisuke would fight back, struggling and grabbing her thighs to pry them off but the Syrian would cross her ankles to really pour in the pressure in her squeezing efforts. Daisuke let out a howl in pain before feeling the back of his short hair being grabbed by his rival who pulled it back to force him to look up to the ceiling.

He would grit his teeth, hissing in pain while still squirming about in her legs. Daisuke heard the arrogant woman speak out to him but there was some wisdom in words. After struggling for a few more moments, he realized he was trapped and the Syrian had bested him for now. He raised his hand up and kept it suspended in the air before suddenly tapping the mats to signal his submission.

"I-I...give! Ahhh....tch, stop pulling my hair this isn't a catfight" he protested, clearly annoyed.

[arktriumph]

Ossi bent Daisuke back mercilessly in the submission hold, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back to further compound the Wrestling Prince's misery. She smirked as he struggled and squirmed helplessly beneath her. Soon, just as she had predicted, the Prince was tapping beneath her, complaining about her tactics as usual as an excuse for his pitiful form. Ossi let his head drop, climbing up off of the downed Prince and planting a foot on his backside, deliberately pressing down to squash his bulge into the ground.

"Typical, insults and excuses," she mocked. "Words will not win you any honour, Wrestling Prince" Removing her foot, the heiress would strut away, allowing Daisuke time to get up and edging towards the gym shower area. "Had enough? Or do you still need to learn your place?"

[Teenwrestler]

Once again Daisuke's biggest rival in LAW had clawed her way back into this match by earning a point for herself. The two were now even in falls but it mattered not how many falls either of them won in this match for it was the one who would refuse to wrestle on any longer would be the ultimate loser in their uniquely crafted wrestling match. After submitting, he found himself pushed face first onto the mat as Ossi would get back up on her feet and then press her foot against his backside and push hard, forcing his manhood against the wrestling mat making him moan out.

The Heiress would taunt the wrestling prince before making her way off the mat and disappearing into the gym shower area. "Ugh I despise you woman" he groaned before rolling over onto his back and struggling to find her. "W-where? Hey we are not done yet! I'm still going to wrestle" he said getting back up on his feet. Daisuke adjusted his briefs and took this time to catch his breath but would chase after his former partner.

Daisuke would make his way into the locker room before heading into the showers, looking around for his opponent. "Where are you coward? Face me like a woman" he said as his voice echoed in the shower room.

[arktriumph]

After securing her first submission of the match from the wrestling prince, Ossi took a moment to lord her success over her rival, before strutting off to the shower area, where all kinds of plans hatched in her mind. She tucked herself away round one of the corners in the maze of showers, knowing full well that her foe would follow her.

Sure enough, she heard his indignant cries and heard his footsteps as he came looking. The heiress waited for her moment, waited as Daisuke blundered past her alcove.

Grinning, Ossi pounced on Daisuke from behind, wrapping both hands around his crotch and squeezing tight in an erotic variant of a bearhug! She pulled Daisuke close and attempted to shake him from side to side!

"Surprise, my prince!" she exclaimed triumphantly as she tried to quickly gain the upper hand again.

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince would loiter around the locker room at first before hearing something in the showers. Carefully, he made his way into the shower area and checked a few cubicles of the showers. He wanted to find her badly, this was not over until one of them quit wrestling against the other. He called her name and looked around but when he did so it gave Ossi the advantage of knowing exactly where the wrestling prince was. Suddenly, she would come out of one of the showers and pounce behind him to wrap her hands around his crotch and squeeze it tightly.

"Mfgh?! Owww w-what the? Ughhh let go you witch" he hissed. Daisuke would bring his hands on her grip looking to pry them off his crotch. After a few careful tugs, the wrestling prince would change tactics and send a firm elbow into her ribs to forcefully break her submission. "Hah...hah....is this what you want? A fight in the shower? I'm game my Heiress" he said grabbing her hair and dragging her into the cubicle.

Daisuke and Ossi were now inside the shower where he would slam her back against the tiled wall before lowering himself and driving his shoulder into her! With that, he would turn on the faucet and let the cold water run down on them. "You need a shower, you smell like sweat" he mocked.

[arktriumph]

Ossi cackled as she squeezed Daisuke tight in her sultry variant of the bearhug, but the prince was not done yet, despite the element of surprise. He tugged at her grip for a moment, before jamming an elbow into her side, catching her off guard! She cried out in pain, losing her grip of the prince's crotch and he waisted no time in capitalising.

Before she knew what was happening, Daisuke had a handful of her hair and yanked her along with him, hurling her into one of the shower cubicles where she hit the wall with a gasp. Before she could recover he came barrelling in, thudding a shoulder into her stomach and totally winding the reeling heiress! Ossi sagged there, her cheeks reddening at Daisuke's insults. But to her horror her turned the shower on right on top of her!

"Gaah! No! What are you-blggh! PFFTT! STOP!" Ossi flailed around helplessly in the cubicle as water cascaded over her, her mind racing as the prince suddenly turned the tables. Sore and winded, she could only push feebly at him as both wrestlers were drenched by the slowly heating water, but Daisuke seemed far less concerned about their state of affairs than she was!

[Teenwrestler]

This was not a wrestling match between the two rivals, this was a fight. With anything goes, the wrestling prince and the Heiress were going to war. Daisuke was out not to just defeat her but also humiliate her. After countering her advantage and using it against her, Daisuke would spear her into one of the shower cubicles and now the two wrestlers found themselves wrestling in the claustrophobic shower space. The prince attempted to humiliate her with his words before turning on the faucet to let the lukewarm water pour down on the two, getting them wet in the process as Ossi flailed around helplessly.

Daisuke would smash his forearm into her upperback to get her down to her knees before reaching forward to grab her sports bra and begin to peel it off her shoulder and strip it. "You don't need that in the shower" he mocked, tossing it to the ground. If that worked, Daisuke would grab her hair and pull her back up to her feet before wrapping his arm around her waist and pressing her against the wall and squeeezing the life out of her in a crushing bearhug all the while the water poured onto their bodies.

"Submit Heiress....I'm not here to just beat you but embarrass you! Now, submit" he demanded.

[arktriumph]

The blow to Ossi's back sent her crashing to her knees on the wet floor, disbelief and confusion fill the heiress's mind as the tables were turned on her. Winded and stunned, she didn't notice what Daisuke was doing until it was too late, and the prince whipped off her flimsy sports bra, leaving her buxom chest to bounce free. She let out a gasp of shock, which quickly turned to a a yelp of pain as her for yanked her to her feet by the hair. Before she could form another thought his strong arms encircled her waist and he bulled her back into the wall under the shower.

Their bare chests pressed together and Ossi felt her breasts squashed by Daisuke's firm muscles, her eyes rolling and mouth lolling open as he overpowered her.

"GNHAA! MGMPPH! PHHT!" Ossi burbled and sputtered as she tried to breath through both Daisuke's crushing bearhug and the water that cascaded down over her face. Her bare chest glistened as she heaved desperately to get oxygen into her lungs, but the ferocity of the Wrestling Prince's attack had caught her completely off guard. Soon it was more than the reeling Arab could withstand.

"BLLUGGH! I SUMBIT AGGH! I SUBMIT! she coughed through the water, her hands tapping feebly at Daisuke's firm grip as she capitulated quickly to the assault.