Daisuke Takeuchi vs Alix Jacques- Part 1

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince was left bamboozled by that strategy. In his mind, there was no way to escape the submission hold that he had applied to her- especially when it came to some rookie porn star who thought that she could wrestle. Instead, she would expertly shuffle around to his side and catch him in a Von Flue choke. Had he released her earlier before he realized that she was doing- perhaps he would have had a chance. However, his ego got the better of him and he held onto her too long and now he was the one who was trapped.

Her bicep and shoulder pushed against her neck while he struggled underneath her, squirming around. Forced to let her head go, Daisuke would now aggressively try to jerk up and try to push her off. He had hoped the oil would help slide her bicep away from his neck but her grip around him was tight and the placement of her bicep was not moving at all. "Gah! Urghh G-get off! URGHHH" he roared, bringing his arms to grab her bicep and try to push away while he squirmed on his back more and more.

In that moment, he realized he was in trouble. This porn star could actually wrestle! Once more, he tried to jerk up and smack his hips against hers to try and roll them over in a last ditch desperate attempt to turn things around.

[DSX93]

And down he goes again! But Alix wouldn't make much more headway from there. Not that the crowd minded at all: The sight of the two, clad in tight, skimpy attire, their sculpted bodies glistening in oil, struggling for dominance, was quite appreciated. The cameramen were on fire tonight, moving into all the right places at the right times to capture the best shots. Flexing muscles. The jiggling. The way the oil made their attires cling even closer to their bodies...

She didn't have the pleasure of taking in all the details, but the fight was doing something for Alix too. Daisuke was kind of a jerk, but there was still a growing part of her that wanted to go beyond the suggestiveness their scramble imposed. And in the type of competition she was used to, she likely would have by now.

She'd still joke around, however. "Aw, sweetie..." She began, speaking as she continued her efforts to keep him pinned down. She slipped her arms around the back of his head, and was waiting for a good moment to get her legs in position for a grapevine pin. No such luck yet. "If...You wanted that...You shouldn't have...Made this a standard ma-AAAH!"

It was a simple move: Bucking his hips up at an angle. She could've kept her ground easily in a regular match, but in oil...

Alix was on her back in a flash, but wasn't completely vulnerable. Her legs swiftly closed around his waist, establishing a guard, and she still had her arms wrapped around his head. And since they were lined up well enough, she went ahead and made the obvious move: Pulled his face towards her buxom. She put some muscle into it, looking to take him as far and as deep as she could get him, though there was a chance that he could simply slip out.

[Teenwrestler]

Once again, Daisuke was brought back down to the oiled mats. He was cut a frustrated figure, unable to push her off or get away and now to make matters worse, he was back where he started. Alix would continue to grind into him, not giving him any space while he held onto him. Her arms going to the back of his head and shoulders, her legs wrestling against his to get the grapevine locked in. Meanwhile, he would continue to buck up and try to roll the two over. All that made a brilliant spectacle for the fans who watched two very fit athletes struggle for dominance while their bodies glistened under the arena lights due to the oil.

Eventually, Daisuke managed to roll the two over. Alix could sense his frustration and continued to be playful despite his serious attitude, further annoying him in the process. He figured that he could not make some progress to try and escape but he was dead wrong. She quickly brought her legs up to catch his waist in a body scissor before readjusting her grip around his head to pull his face down and between her breasts. "MFMFMFMFM!" he mumbled. Air was scarce commodity now, with him unable to breathe and the scissors further making the situation worse.

He would bring his arms towards her shoulders to push back, before bringing them to her thighs to push them down. Torn between which fate was worse. The wrestling prince was panicking now, there was no denying it at this point. Alix was dominating him and he had severely underestimated her. After a minute of struggling, he had no choice. His hands tapped the mat, signaling a submission. The crowd was stunned, Alix just out-classed a pro-wrestler.

Daisuke:0
Alix: 1

Time left: 50 minutes.

[DSX93]

"He's tapping! He's tapping!" Alix was already letting him go when the referee slid over to confirm the submission, having seen the motion through her periphery. She was tempted to keep him in there for a few more seconds, but...Nah. She released him from her iron grip and slid herself back a few paces, allowing him a moment to recover.

The model-turned-pornstar-turned sexfighter heard the collective gasps and murmurs going around, but kept her focus on the man in front of her, staring him down with a self-satisfied grin. "How's that, Vegeta?" She taunted, with an emphatic point of her finger. "Still feel like I'm pretending?"

[Teenwrestler]

This had to be the worst start that Daisuke could have imagined. Just after the 10 minute mark, the wrestling prince had no choice but to submit to a....to a...porn star wrestler! After managing to power through one submission, he was quickly caught in another and this time he could not escape. Her legs crushed his waist while her oiled breasts were pressed against his face, cutting off any air until he had no choice but to give up! Not only did he submit to such a wrestler but to make matters worse, he tapped to a breast smother! His most hated submission move.

Gasping for breath as he was soon let go, he would roll over onto his front and prop up onto his hands and knees before slapping the mat in anger and frustration. He turned his head towards Alix, who taunted him about giving up. She wanted him to acknowledge that she was no longer a pretender, but a real wrestler just like him and everyone else. "N-NO! This....I wont accept that!" he roared.

Suddenly, he leaped from his position and dove at Alix's legs, looking to take her down to the mat and mount her. Immediately, he would grapevine her legs with his and tried to wrap his arms around her neck to squeeze and choke her out!

[DSX93]

Oh.

Alix realized then, observing Daisuke closely. The look he had in his eyes. The body language. The beating he subjected the mat to, and just how much he'd put into his chest when he shouted at her. All of it: He really wasn't acting. And that opinion he holds, about hentai wrestlers not being real wrestlers...Beyond being sad to see after all the years of advocacy and other efforts made across the globe to lift it to a place of legitimacy, it was kind of confusing. Her face fell as a question popped into her head. She didn't look at him with disdain. She just wanted to know.

They had a little under fifty minutes remaining. She found it worthwhile to at least ask: "Why are y-yUUGH!"

The man was on her before she could finish. He didn't shoot. He didn't slide. He leapt after her. Faster than what she could've prepared herself for, smashing into her with his equal, but more muscular weight, sending the both of them sliding across the oiled ring with him on top, smothering her beneath his chiseled chest. Though coming from him, that was likely an accident.

Or so she thought until she felt an arm wrapping around her head. Was he trying to pay her back for that submission?

Yes and no. On one hand, duh. On the other, it didn't happen like she thought it was about to. One arm came around, his legs hooking underneath hers and pulling them apart. The grapevine wasn't the bad part: You don't make head cheerleader without at least being able to do the splits, among other feats of flexibility. And while she was sure that a camera guy sped into position to capture a zoomed in shot of her oil-dampened crotch, well...She's made a living showing millions much more than that.

So what was the bad part? Daisuke's forearm pressing down on her neck. With her having been treated to a faceful of pecs, she couldn't see it coming until it was too late. He clenched hard. Clasped his wrist for leverage. He knew what he was doing, and he was doing it angry.

There was only one smart option with all of this time left: Tap. Tap. Tap. Right on the mat. It came quickly, but calmly. She just wasn't about to waste any of her energy on that struggle.

The referee slid by to separate the two..."Reset!"

And the announcer made the call. "One point for Daisuke Takeuchi! The score is now even at one to one! Forty-eight minutes remain!"

[Teenwrestler]

It took a moment for himself to realize that Alix had made him submit with a breast smother and body scissor submission. How could it be that a established professional wrestler like himself, who had dedicated years to the sport, just submitted to a porn star who claimed to be a wrestler! Once the realization kicked in, he would begin ranting which seemed to catch Alix off guard a bit, she wanted to respond to his question of "how could this happened" but was blindsided when he took her down with a sudden tackle to the mat.

From there, it was Daisuke who would finally take control of the match. After putting her in a front facelock and grapevine, squeezing her out and even pressing his forearm against her throat- she would soon tap out. The crowd were stunned! Just like that, in a matter of minutes, the two were even again. Now it was clear Alix's desire to engage in Daisuke with some conversation probably didn't do her any favours, but the prince did not care. All that mattered was that the advantage was now neutralized.

"NO!" Daisuke hissed just as he was separated from Alix. Gently pushing the referee away, he was not ready to accept a full reset. Instead, he would quickly push her over onto her front before laying on her back as he went for a reverse grapevine before hooking his arms under her armpits and bringing his hands behind her neck for a grounded full nelson submission, forcing her face against the oiled mats.

"That was the only submission you get out of me. From here on now, no more mister nice guy. You're gonna tap again and again and again" he would hiss as things got personal between the two.

[DSX93]

She barely even had the chance to push up from the mat before he was on her again, locking in a full nelson and pushing her face into the oiled the mat. It filled her nostrils. Clogged her lungs. And with her airways pressed so tightly into the mat, she could barely even cough. Alix balled her hands into fists, the muscles in her toned body flexing as she tensed, refusing to give Daisuke what he wanted. She would suffocate. She would endure, with the crowd's support bolstering her spirit, jeering his aggressive tactics and starting up a chant.

"LET'S GO, ALIX!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap! "LET'S GO ALIX!" Clap, clap, clap-clap, clap!

"Daisuke! Reset!" The referee commanded. And to no avail, so he started the count. "One! Two!"

[Teenwrestler]

Still quite enraged at the fact that he had been the first one to submit, Daisuke would immediately get back on top of Alix after making her submit. Ignoring the referee's order to back up for a full reset, he would instead brush the official aside and quickly lay on top of her back, going for a full nelson submission! Grinding his body down onto hers while putting pressure on the back of her neck and forcing her face against the mat, the prince demanded that she would submit once more. However, this time, Alix decided to endure! She would hold on and refuse to submit, struggling against the submission despite the odds stacked against her.

At first, the crowd jeered Daisuke but then they decided to instead cheer Alix on, trying to support her and give her that extra motivation to fight back or at the very least not submit. The referee decided to intervene, once more telling him to back up but he refused. Next, he started to count for a DQ and Daisuke used up all the "4" seconds before letting Alix go to avoid the DQ just in time. "Hmph, pathetic. You see, this is what a real wrestler can do to just someone who is pretending to be a wrestler" he said with a smirk and his arms raised in the air and wide.

With that, he would finally back up to his corner to allow a full reset.

[DSX93]

Alix needed about a minute to clear the oil from her lungs after she rose onto all fours. The stuff was thick. Add in another moment to roll her aching neck. It was nothing major -- nothing that caused any of the numbness indicative of serious damage, but something was out of alignment, denying her that one hundred percent range of motion; it was slower to lower and raise her head.

But she wouldn't let that keep her down. The fans continued their chants. They wanted her on her feet, and they got her on her feet. She turned to him, and made it a point to stare right at him as she backed up into her corner. It wasn't to mean mug him. She wasn't even frowning. That was what Daisuke wanted.

But he did affect change. Alix stood coolly poised. Focused as the referee recalled them to the center of the ring. Did she want to pop this jerk in the mouth? Yes. But here, she knew it would be best to convert that impulse into fuel.