Daisuke & Arlise: Fit Like a Prince(ss)

[Winter]

Cristy had been very kind to agree to spend her gym time sparring with Arlise.

She was also very loud about it.

The more petite blonde cried out again when Lise slammed her onto the mat once more, again drawing the attention of the handful of people using the nearby training rings much more quietly. Lise glanced them, and gave them a silent apology, before she stepped over to Cristy and stuffed her blonde head back between her fit thighs. "Cristy...you may be disturbing the other wrestlers. I'm worried they may think I'm permanently damaging you." The other woman said something, but Lise couldn't quite hear her. "Hmmm?" No answer. Shrugging to herself, Lise lifted Cristy up until the blonde's legs were draped over her shoulders, and threw her back down again. She was loud once more, and Lise tilted her head to the side and sighed.

Cristy had done well at the beginning of their sparring, pinning Lise up against the turnbuckle for a while and snagging her in a sleeperhold. But Titania had forced her off, and the last moments had been in Lise's control. That was her third successful throw in a row, and if it had been a normal match, Lise would have started applying submissions to weaken her opponent further. Since they wanted a spar as close to a match as possible, Lise, like a purposeful lion with her prey, stepped in closer before dipping to straddle Cristy by the waist. She pinned Cristy's arms, and stared down at her, deciding on her next move while the disoriented wrestler writhed beneath her.

She opted for the gogoplata, a move she planned to work on incorporating more into her arsenal. With her disciplined technique, her hips slid forward, her shin came up underneath Cristy's chin, and she locked her foot beneath her knee. A nimble attempt to turn them both over, and Lise was on her back, Cristy's neck being pulled down onto Lise's bar-firm leg above her.

The blonde tapped everything. One hand on the mat. One on Lise's tucked leg. Both of her feet. Lise furrowed her brow in confusion, and held another second before letting go. "Did you mean to tap?", she asked while she sat up. Cristy rolled. "Yeah!" She sputtered. "Yeah, no, I'm...I'm good. That was...that was a good...round. That's all though."

Lise frowned. She had only just broken a sweat, and hardly felt that her training should come to an end for the day. If Cristy wanted to stop, Lise would not work to convince her, though. "Alright," she began, while she climbed to her feet. "I do hope we can wrestle again soon, Cristy. I'm happy to have a willing partner."

"Uh...well you see, I'm busy with bodybuilding the next few days, and-" Lise raised a hand to stop her. She greatly understood the need for balanced training. "Then we can plan for a later date. Approach me anytime you want." With further bumbled words, Cristy rolled from the ring, stumbling when her feet struck the gym floor.

She left an unfulfilled Lise standing in the ring, brushing through her ponytail as she determined what she should do next.

Spoiler

[Teenwrestler]

Daisuke was about to enjoy a nice workout in the LAW Gym. Lately, he found himself coming here quite a lot. Even though his actual wrestling promotion was not LAW, a lot of his old rivals and some few friends had joined LAW for better opportunities. The LAW gym was also a nice change of pace from his promotions gym as mostly he would end up meeting someone he disliked, which would end up in a match or worse. However, the LAW gym room also proved to be problematic as Daisuke had picked up a few fights before. He did however, also enjoy the competition from other brands as well and he had to admit he fought some of the toughest wrestlers here.

Daisuke

This day was not going to be too different, he was in the locker room having just taken a nice shower to freshen up before a nice work-out. Applying some deo under his arms and putting on a pair of CK briefs with gym shoes on. He liked to keep himself in his wrestling attire for any impromptu spars, that and the fact that he loved showing his physique. Entering the gym, he noticed how most of them were up and about doping their own thing but there was one ring that was more active than the other, a little too active. "Hmph, now what do we have here?" he would say as he would walk near the ring, watching the two lovely ladies in action.

It was clearly a mismatch, the redhead was all over the blonde and Daisuke could see that this was only going to end it in the reds favour. Despite her impressive performance, Daisuke was not impressed. He started to clap sarcastically whilst still outside, "Well well congratulations, you beat a jobber....but" he would say as he would roll inside the ring, before getting back up on his feet. Daisuke would grin, rolling his shoulders as he would walk towards her, meeting her face to face before pressing up against her in a classic staredown. "You think you can handle a real challenge? It looks like the jobber gave you a tough time, seeming you're...already broken into a sweat" he said. "So red, you think you want to test your wrestling skill against a real wrestler?"he smirked, still trying to intimidate her with his glare as he pressed up to her.

[Winter]

That clapping.

Lise turned to regard it, her red brow lifted. The man she found there, she could not scrutinize closely enough until he had entered the ring, and she didn't believe she heard him clearly over the sound of grunts elsewhere in the room, either. "Pardon me, but I didn't..." Her thoughts dissolved when he rapidly approached, a man in meager wrestling gear, with lean muscle and a self-assured grin. Lise mused whether he deserved to carry such confidence, and whether she should let him approach so boldly without taking precautions to defend herself. Wrestlers were not above attacking each other outside of a ring environment...but, what would be a man's purpose in attacking her? They did not wrestle in LAW.

With that in mind, she remained relaxed, merely gazing up at him as he loomed in her vicinity. She would not have to wonder long what he wanted, otherwise. Ah, this was his goal. To convince her of his superiority. She knew the type.

He exaggerated about her struggles, but she imagined that was the point. He wanted to provoke her, and bait her into accepting his challenge. Little did he know, he did not need to. He looked the type that would provide Lise with a worthy sparring opponent, a figure so cut that he could have gained only through discipline and focus on his training. Had he not been so outwardly arrogant, Lise might have found him attractive.

But being interested in his challenge did not mean she would let his words pass without a challenge, or welcome the spar warmly. She lowered her eyes from his, hoping to make it clear that his attempts to menace her would not work. "Perhaps we should arrange an unofficial match between you and Cristy later, so she can convince you she is no jobber."

A smirk lifted onto her lips, and her hand to her hip. "Am I meant to believe that you're the real wrestler, and the real challenge? So far as I know, you could be a stranger who forgot his jeans after a long night on the town and stumbled his way into the gym."

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince was not too courteous to allow the redhead to occupy the ring, barging straight in as he made his way towards the middle of the ring and stare her down. He began running his mouth at her, trying to see if the traditional red head would have a short temper but it seemed she would sort of keep her cool, not wanting a throw down right away. She would stare right back at him as he stood in front of her, not impressed by the wrestling spar that was just happening in this very ring prior to his arrival.

He waited for a reaction, her eyes lowered down making him smirk as he thought she was being humbled and unable to respond to his intimidation however she only took a moment before she spoke back to him causing his grin to turn into a more annoyed expression. "Oh? I don't need convincing of that at all, I've seen her wrestle you BUT...." he said before he was interrupted by her as she smirked while looking back up to him with a hand on her hip as she questioned him as a real wrestler.

"That's very cute Red but like I was saying, I am more interested in a wrestling match against you than your blonde friend. You did a number on her but I seriously doubt you can hang in the ring with a real wrestler. I've seen plenty of rookies, plenty of flash in the pans and I know when I see one and I'm looking at one right now. If you think you can hang with the best Red, how about you and me....go one on one, in this ring, right now" he smirked as he leaned into her pressing foreheads against her.

[Winter]

How was it that people gained this level of arrogance? Arlise had confidence, yes, but she had never seen any benefit in telling others how her skills far eclipsed theirs, especially when she had no basis of knowing the truth of her words.

Yet Lise's voiced doubts did little to slow the briefs-man. It was no wonder why he wore such minimal attire; he must have enjoyed this measuring the size of his schwanz against even those without one, like Titania herself. Lise forced herself to avoid glancing down at his lower half in curiosity of why he would be so keen on the measuring. She did not wish to give him the pleasure of believing she cared.

Calling her cute. "Real wrestler." "Flash in the pan." Calling himself "the best." Getting as close as he could. Had Lise cared to call back on her psychology classes, she might have found him an interesting case. As it was, she slipped her index finger between their foreheads, separating them an inch. "Still you continue, and want to touch my forehead. I thought I was sweaty," she calmly retorted.

Once her hand dropped, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked back into his face. Before she accepted...she felt the need to detract from him, one last time. She did not believe he filled out his briefs in the same way he did. "How can I be sure I won't be wasting my time? I'm looking for fellow professionals to spar with. I've never seen you here before, and men wrestling in LAW is against the rules. You may look the part of a wrestler, but you could easily be a very deluded man from the streets."

[Teenwrestler]

She was one of the first red-heads that ever managed to keep her cool against the wrestling prince, at least red heads that came across Daisuke's in-ring career. She seemed not to eager to meet him eye to eye, lowering her gaze but not too much to look at his lower half. Daisuke had always chose this attire as his in-ring get up as it really didn't restrict him and it showed his impressive chiseled figure. Daisuke kept insulting her, trying to get under her skin and tick her off but woman would seemingly keep cool, pressing her finger against his forehead to gently push him away so their foreheads weren't pressed against each other anymore, making a valid point as well about his earlier comment about her being sweaty.

He would shrug his shoulders with a simple "Hmph!". She seemed half-interested in the idea of accepting his challenge as she crossed her arms under her impressive chest as she glared back at him, trying to make him state his claim about being a real wrestler. "While it may be true that men can't wrestle in the arena ring nothing stops them from having a work-out match over here, I've had some bouts here and so far...I've been unimpressed.You've already wasted your time with the blonde jobber, now when a real wrestler, a real challenge stares you down the face...you're having second thoughts, eh Red?" he would smirk as he took a step back.

[Winter]

Lise dealt with a chauvinist, didn't she? "You may have second thoughts soon with that attitude...", she coldly replied. Adding his being "unimpressed" with the female wrestlers of LAW to her list of reasons to accept his offer and have the motivation to soundly defeat him, the woman finally relented with a sigh, dropping her crossed arms.

"Fine. I accept your challenge," she told him, as she lifted a finger to point at him like a stern teacher to a rowdy child. "But we will establish some ground rules. Without a ref, we can have no three-count. A victory will only come by verbal submission, or a tap on the other's body, leaving no room for someone to claim that they didn't signal their submission." Someone, being him. Lise didn't know what level of honesty to expect from him. If she lost, so be it...though the thought of tapping to him made her bristle.

She made gentle adjustments, sliding a hand underneath her sports bra to straighten it where Cristy had yanked it and pulling her tights higher on her thighs. No other hindrances followed, however, and she purposefully fell into a grappler's stance. "Let's begin." She hoped he would, before he again began to express how wonderful he was...

[Teenwrestler]

Daisuke's words would only further infuriate the red head, although she didn't show it the wrestling prince could faintly feel that Arlise was not willing to put up with his attitude and would accept his challenge purely on that basis. She would try to make a point towards him but after the wrestling prince would beat her, he would have the last laugh or at least that was the plan for Daisuke. Her words about him reconsidering his own words felt deadly serious, but Daisuke simply grinned and shrugged his shoulders, paying no heed to those cold words.

"Hmph fine by me Red, I'd much rather have you begging in submission anyways" he would say, adjusting the waistband of his briefs while she made adjustments to her sports bra. Daisuke would nod at her direction when she stated to begin,mimicking her wrestling stance Daisuke would bring his arms up as well. He circled the red haired woman for a brief moment before lunging in at her, looking to lock up with her in a classic collar and elbow grapple.

[Winter]

As long as he took it seriously...Lise could potentially gain something from this meeting. She had only on rare occasions fought men in the past, and not all of those "matches" had been...serious. One might not call them wrestling, in fact. Here, however, while she adjusted to new competition among the women, she had a chance to compete with one who did not look as if a gentle breeze would whip him down a sidewalk. Whether he had any wrestling prowess remained for her to see, but he must have possessed strength if nothing else, and... She finally glanced down, once, at his briefs, as she scanned the entirety of him, her pause unnoticeable.

Yes, a man. One with the proper parts.

Not that his continued babbling that he would have her "begging in submission" didn't scream overcompensation. "You can try," Lise offered, defiantly, as a last statement before he closed the distance.

As she might have expected, he moved first. Lise thought to at first protect herself from strikes...but his arms and shoulders were high. He wanted a lock. So, he did know the sport. Lise accepted his approach, staring, emotionless, into his face and bringing her arms up to complete the lock-up. Her hands were greeted by a strong neck, and strong arms, but she didn't wait to gain a gauge on that strength.

With feet rooted to the mat, she powered her arms down, trying to get them underneath Daisuke's and switch into the double underhooks.

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince did not like the look she gave him, the cold, emotionless look that she gave him as he continued to taunt her. She would not resort to his tactics, not stoop down to his level and try to ridicule Daisuke as he continued to do her. Instead, she was more interested in the challenge itself and what the prince had to offer in the ring as a wrestler. He did notice a change of persona from her, a moment ago when she was in the ring with the blonde, she seemed more active then but now she stayed silent only briefly daring him to try to make her tap.

The two would glare at each other before Daisuke would raise his arms up to mirror Arlise, he would lunge in first grappling with the red head in an attempt to push her back.The two would engage in a heated collar and elbow grapple, his teeth gritted as their foreheads bumped and the two battled for supremacy as Daisuke attempted to push her back with his strength. Lise, had other ideas as she would break away from the grapple soon after the two locked up, slipping her arms underneath Daisuke's, trapping them in a double underhook. "Mngh, what the! Damn you" he hissed, trying to push backwards to try and get his arms free.