Bitter Rivals

[Teenwrestler]

There was no way that Daisuke was going to accept defeat against his former partner and new rival. He was just too good to lose to someone like Ossi, for all her tricks she still lacked the wrestling ability that he had and the prince was going to take advantage of that. After countering her ambush, Daisuke and Ossi wrestled their way into the small confines of the shower cubicle where they continued their fight under the downpour of the shower faucet which drenched their bodies.

Wanting to humiliate the arrogant woman, Daisuke peeled her sports bra off leaving the two in just their briefs before backing her up against the shower wall and squeezing her as hard as he could in the bearhug. Ossi flopped and struggled, spitting out the water that ran into her mouth as she gasped for breath but in the end she knew she was trapped and began to tap out while verbally submitting too.

Daisuke grinned before letting her go, dropping her down onto her ass while having her back rest against the shower wall. Daisuke would close the faucet letting the water stop. Their bodies dripping off water as he looked down at her, pressing his boot against her abdomen while raising his hands in the air.

"Ossi Shamar, do you want to continue wrestling against me?" he asked as per the terms of their private challenge.

[arktriumph]

Ossi gasped with relief as Daisuke released her from the sudden, crushing bearhug. She collapsed in a sodden heap at his feet, seated against the wall and dripping wet, her breasts exposed to the prince after his dominant assault. He turned off the water, leaving her panting on the floor and placing a foot against her stomach.

With a snort of frustration the heiress shoved at Daisuke's foot, trying to push it off of her stomach as she glared up at him.

"I will not give in to you, Wrestling Prince," she hissed through gritted teeth, struggling to get back to her feet and face him. "Let us continue. This is not over!"

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince stood triumphantly over the fallen Syrian with his dominating assault in the shower. She sought to ambush him there but he turned the tables and quickly put her in a humiliating position forcing her to submission in the confines of the showers, with water running down the two wrestlers and her trapped in the bearhug. After her submission, Dai forced her down and put his boot on her stomach which she was quick to push off making him grin while watching her rise to her feet to face him and give him an answer.

An answer which he found to be most disappointing. "Look at you, you are wet, topless and beaten. Surely you cannot continue wrestling. I have you beat, just admit it" he said giving her time to reconsider. "Towel yourself off and put your sports bra back on if you must, you're a mess Ossi" he said passing his hand through her hair before leaning in to give her a quick kiss.

"I'll be waiting for you in the locker room if you wish to continue" he added and with that the prince would make a quick exit from the close quarter showers and make his way to the locker room to towel himself off as well

[arktriumph]

Ossi could only endure Daisuke's mocking as she picked herself up, beaten, topless and dripping wet after having the tables turned on her in the shower area, forcing a quick submission from the arrogant Arab. She scowled, refusing his offer off surrender but still smarting from the embarrassment of what the Prince had just visited upon her!

Despite her frustration Ossi could not suppress the tremor of arousal that passed through her when Daisuke kissed her. But the moment passed quickly as he sauntered off, telling her to meet him in the locker room if she wished to continue.

Red faced and furious Ossi found herself a towel and dried herself off after the debacle of the last fall. She retrieved her sodden sports bra and after ringing it out, she returned it to its place over her breasts. As dry as she could be, Ossi took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she set off in pursuit of her rival, looking to confront him in the locker room and continue the battle for supremacy between the former partners.

[Teenwrestler]

Suspecting that she would be too embarrassed and humiliated to continue, Daisuke would leave her be in the shower cubicle while he made his way to the locker room. He would grab a towel and dry himself off too, making sure his hair, face and chest were as dry as they could be. He did his best to towel off his briefs too but he could still feel some wetness. Hopefully defeating Ossi in such an embarrassing way meant she would no longer have the will to wrestle him and would just quit wrestling against him.

He was about to exit the locker when suddenly he watched his former partner wander back in the locker room. He adjusted his briefs and shook his head in disappointment as she made her way towards him. "So you came back huh? This is pointless my Heiress! You know you cannot defeat me and I just proved it. You've already tapped out to me twice so save yourself any further humiliation and admit defeat" he said approaching her.

"Ossi Shamar....do you still wish to wrestle me?" he said challenging her with his arms raised.

[arktriumph]

Ossi found Daisuke in the locker room, and her face darkened as the Prince noticed her, launching into another of his arrogant tirades. Her cheeks reddened, her mind still smarting from the embarrassing submissions Daisuke had visited upon her in the showers.

"I have bested you before," she sneered as she approached him. "And as always, your arrogance will be your downfall my Prince. Perhaps it is you that is getting tired? You seem desperate for me to stop. Maybe that is because you can't fight me much longer. I am ready to continue."

Smiling deviously the Syrian beauty would lunge into a lock up with Daiskue, looking to use some brute strength to knock him off balance and sent him backwards into the lockers where should would attempt to pin him there with her body!

[Teenwrestler]

The two had developed a love-hate relationship with each other. Somehow, when it came to each other, Daisuke and Ossi would wrestle each other with more conviction and desire than any other opponent. Some would say they were perfect opponent's for each other, evenly match in skill in all department. Daisuke was putting away some stuff in his locker as he expected Ossi not to return until she did. Daisuke attempted to persuade her to stop wrestling him but she was not having it.

Instead, she would approach him. "As have I" he was quick to remind her. "I am only suggesting you stop because we both know that I have bested you twice already. Your arrogance knows no bounds and we will end up wrestling all night until you actually get hurt. Admit that you will not, can not wrestle me any longer and we can be on our way" he would argue back but Ossi was ready to wrestle.

She would suddenly lunge at him, throwing himself at her man until pushing him back into the locker and pinning him against it using her body. He would resist, wiggling against her frame while glaring into her eyes. "Unhand me.....cease this fixation once and for all!" he would demand.

[arktriumph]

Daisuke tried to talk her out of continuing, but Ossi would not let this go. She was not about to give Daisuke an inch, not even if she had to wrestle all night! Ignoring his attempts to reason with her, she jumped the Wrestling Prince, pinning him to the lockers and holding him there as he struggled and protested.

"What's the matter, my prince, can't escape?" Ossi mocked, grinding herself suggestively against his crotch as she pressed herself against him more firmly. "Admit it, you don't want this to end any time soon. You want to be beneath the heel of your heiress, don't you?"

Before he could reply Ossi would suddenly swing a knee up into Daisuke's stomach, hoping to wind him and double him over, setting up for her to continue their brawl in the locker area!

[Teenwrestler]

It was true that Daisuke was adamant in trying to persuade Ossi from wrestling any further. The match had been going on for a while and he knew that her stubbornness to quit might well mean the two would end up wrestling all night. However, he also knew that she was no match for his superior wrestling ability and if wrestling her all night is what it took to finally end this, he would be more than happy to do so. Ossi would lash out and grab his shoulders, pinning him to the locker while he demanded that she would release him. The Heiress would swiftly deny his request and instead begin to grind herself against her former partner to distract him.

"Nrgh w-what are you?" he said trying to push her back but was mesmerized thanks to her suggestive grinding. "Never! I refuse to be considered as your equal! I am the prince of wrestling and you are nothing compared to OUUFFFFFFF uuughhh" he suddenly groaned out as his rant was cut short by a knee strike into his abdomen. Daisuke was left winded out while he doubled over in front of Ossi, his hands wrapped around his abdomen while he coughed out and looked to stray away from her.

[arktriumph]

Ossi giggled as Daisuke doubled over, so easy to put off by just touching him in the right places. She'd done it before and she would do it again before the night was done. With him staggering around, Ossi would grab his head and yank him forward into a front face lock.

"Don't go anywhere, my prince," she mocked. "We have so much left to do!"

Then she would squeeze tight, trying to pull him up and lock him into a simple but effective guillotine choke hold! At the same time, she tried to reach forward with her free hand to grasp a handful of his snug briefs. If she got a hold of them, she would pull on them hard, trying to subject the proud prince to a humiliating wedgie even as she choked him!