Daichi Kazura vs Madison Knox

[Teenwrestler]

Daichi couldn't believe it. How could this person be wrestling royalty? Something must be wrong here, from what he had heard that her grandfather and parents were the type of noble wrestlers who would prefer a fair match. Usually, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree but then again he had no idea what shaped her own experiences to wrestle like this. Regardless, he would struggle to breathe while being choked out against the ropes. Madison seemed to be enjoying his torment, smiling and taunting him all the way.

Managing to make a little bit of progress, the intensity of the knee press to the back of his head increased which meant she was pissed off even more and then came her taunt, her voice now filled with irritation. Daichi would not give up though, he would not stop struggling until a final desperate shove backwards managed to earn him his freedom. Madison fell on her back before exiting the ring, taking a moment to catch a breather although Daichi needed it much more than her. The crowd now heavily jeering the apparent golden child of pro-wrestling, surely not a good look for the bookers who figured she could be a top baby face at LAW.

Daichi clutched his neck while taking deep heavy breathes, coughing occasionally while pushing up to one knee and holding the ropes with one hand. His face and neck were sweaty, a red mark of the ropes visible across his neck thanks to the choke. Daichi was angry now, but Madison had cleverly left the ring so he couldn't really just lunge into her? or could he? Pushing himself to his feet, he turned towards Madison while was busy fixing her hair. Not thinking it over, he would run towards Madison and then dive through the gap between the ropes, looking for a takedown as he attempted to dive and crash into Madison to take her out!

[Parker]

Madison paced a few steps ringside, one hand combing back her golden hair, trying to collect stray strands into her usual mane of hair. She fussed with the hem of her leotard, dampen by sweat, the fabric was clinging a bit too much for her. She gave a subtle tug, working the material back to where it should be, not riding too high. By this point, the crowd’s jeers rolled off her like water off a duck’s feathers. They hadn’t understood how close the match had been, or how gross and stupid and irresponsible Daichi was. They didn’t have to deal with a crappy locker room with no hot water.. Her lips curled in an irritated sneer, fed up with having to please people who didn’t understand her current hardships.

She brushed the faint sheen of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, rolling her shoulders and straightening her posture to pretend as if the match hadn’t touched her at all. In her mind, the pause had been a chance to reset, to let Daichi stew in his humiliation while she slipped back into the ring on her own terms.

Madison gripped the apron, prepared to slide back between the ropes-

-and then the blur of motion hit her.

Daichi’s body came crashing through the middle ropes, colliding with her mid-turn before she even had the chance to brace. The impact ripped the breath from her lungs in a sharp gasp, her eyes going wide as the sudden force folded her backward. Both wrestlers tumbled in a heap, the floor shuddering beneath their sprawl as Madison’s long legs kicked out and her hair fanned wildly across the ringside mats.

For a heartbeat, she lay stunned beneath the rookie’s momentum, her pristine composure shattered by the sheer recklessness of his dive. The boos turned to a roar, the crowd exploding at the sight of a dangerous move hitting the mark. Her emerald eyes fluttered open, blinking against the sting of sweat and shock as she tried to orient herself, still pinned down by the unexpected ferocity of Daichi’s tackle.

[Teenwrestler]

Not thinking twice about it at all, Daichi would run towards the ropes and dive out of the ring- plowing into Madison just when she turned around to face the ring apron and was prepared to get back inside the ring. The two fell to the arena floor in a heap, with Daichi on top while Madison was completely dazed from the sudden strike. She laid there on her back, trying to collect her thoughts on what just happened. Meanwhile, with a low grunt, Daichi would slowly roll off Madison and get up on his knees next to her. He was breathing heavily and his body was quite sore, but now was not the time to rest or stop.

He would grab her arm and pull her back up to her feet, making her back face the ring apron. He bend down low in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist before pushing her backwards until her lower back struck the ring apron! Hoping the impact was enough to buy him some more time, because he had payback in mind for the ring ropes shenanigans. "Hah...you made a big mistake underestimating me! I won't lose!" he said defiantly.

Daichi would grab Madison's left arm, placing it over the bottom rope and then did the same to her right arm. He twisted the ropes a bit around her wrists to make sure she wasn't going to have an easy time escaping. With her upper body now fully exposed with a widened stance, it was time to go to town. Daichi would unleash a huge chop aimed at her breasts, then another.....then going in for the third one to really punish her like she did to him and her breasts stinging in pain!

[Parker]

Her head lulled weakly to the side, blonde hair sticking to her face as she tried to will her body to respond. Instead, her limbs trembled uselessly, and by the time Daichi rolled off and started pulling her back up, her legs buckled under her own weight. She staggered, fumbling for balance, only to be shoved back viciously into the ring apron.

The impact arched her back into an unnatural bend, her mouth gaping wide in a scream that split through the crowd noise. Her knees gave instantly, leaving her slumped against the edge of the ring, one hand twitching at her lower back, face twisted in agony.

There was resistance when he pushed against her, but not enough to keep him from forcing her arms to travel where he coaxed them. One then the other hooked over the bottom ropes, leaning her uncomfortablely upright, head drooped and chest puffed out, the target of Daichi’s gathering assault.

Then the first chop landed.

The sound cracked like a gunshot, Madison’s body jolting forward as her chest snapped red under the sting. She whimpered, sagging harder against the ring every breath now a shallow gasp. The second chop hit, harder, her eyes squeezing shut as her back arched once more, lips forming a silent curse.

By the time the third blow slammed into her, Madison let out a ragged scream, her arms straining weakly against the ropes Daichi had tied her into. Her whole upper body jerked from the strike, her legs giving another wobble beneath her as she sagged in helpless pain. Her face, usually smug and composed, was twisted now, flushed with humiliation, shock, and raw anguish as the punishment rained down on her chest.

[Teenwrestler]

Daichi's rather unprepared plan worked off! First the dive out of the ring, then the shove back into the ring apron and now having her trapped against the apron with her arms tangled around the ropes. The rookie went to town with his chops, smacking her breasts as hard as he could and with each successive chop the crowd went "OOOHH" along with the echoes of the impact. His strikes became harder and faster after each attempt and Madison was really feeling the burn!

After the third chop, the blonde let out a rather loud scream. Her body jolting backwards before hanging low with her head looking downwards on the arena floor. It seemed that her will had shattered, perhaps she realized that she was not dealing with some rookie jobber but against someone who really had potential. Still, the sight of her like this made him...feel bad! He didn't want them to be doing this, she was the one who challenged him! He just wanted to be friends or rather- locker room buddies.

He reared his arm back for a fourth chop but....he couldn't! He hesitated at the sight of her in such pain and helpless. He gritted his teeth and then decided to go against the fourth chop, shaking his head as he approached her. Daichi began to grab her arms and untangle them from around the ropes. "I....it didn't have to be this way!" he said as he managed to get her free before grabbing her and then shoving her back in the ring- as there was still a match to be won.

Daichi would soon slide back inside, ready to continue the match back in the ring. He reached down to grab her head, pulling her back up to her feet as he was thinking on what his next plan of action would be.

[Parker]

Madison’s body sagged against the apron, her chest still stinging from the barrage of chops. Her arms trembled as Daichi freed her from the ropes, her blonde hair hanging down and shielding most of her face. She could hear his voice, strained, almost guilty, as if he actually hadn’t wanted things to come to this. That was what finally made her laugh. A low, breathless chuckle slipped out as she raised her head just enough to look at him. Her lips curled into the faintest, mocking smile.

“...Idiot,” she murmured, the word cutting through the noise of the crowd. Not with venom, but with a cruel, ironic edge, like she was amused at how he could batter her then feel the need to apologise. This was his dream, the thing he was after, and he was saying he was sorry.

She didn't fight him as he untangled her from ropes, nor did she say anything further as he hefted her up to roll back into the ring. She took this time to work on recovering and focusing up so that burning in her chest might settle. Letting him do all the heavy lifting, waste whatever stamina he still had in trying to do things the “right” way.

She turned her head, watching the Referee circle wide, giving them room to reenter the ring. As Daichi reached down for her, she gave almost a whimper as he clutched her head, and began to drag her up. She shuffled onto her knees, leaning into him as if she were unable to rise without his assistance. Her head lulled a bit, watching the referee start to move again. She was so helpless and hurt…

But as she was pulled from her knees, her body shifted, pushing up against him. Done with playing possum, she cast off her faux weakness and hooked her arm up between his legs with enough power to show she was far from finished. She was sly though, striking at him with an illegal move at just the right moment, surging to her feet, clamping her other hand on his shoulder to mask the blow as she picked him up. She threw her weight back, attempting to heave Daichi up over her head towards the middle of the ring as she dropped onto her back again

[Teenwrestler]

It was for sure his dream to become the best wrestler in LAW. There was no doubt about it. Even if he was ineligible for any titles at LAW, he wanted his fellow peers to respect him and acknowledge that he was one of the- if not the best wrestler. He also wanted to do it his way, no short cuts, no cheating, no help. All that was quite noble but the young rookie had no idea about the true nature of pro-wrestling and how the business works. Its not all sunshine and rainbows, its not about who simply works the hardest or even about who is the most naturally gifted. Often times, its about your connections. Who you know, what your influence is and to what length you are willing to go, or stoop, or achieve what you want.

Daichi's hesitance in continuing his assault when he had Madison on the ropes (quite literally) showed that he was still very green. Emotions such as feeling bad for your opponent would get him nowhere in this ring, especially if he had aspirations to become the best. Still, he wanted to do things his way. After untangling her wrists from the ropes, he would shove her back in the ring and follow in. Grabbing her head, he would start pulling her back up only to be met with a brutal low-blow. Daichi felt a sharp pain in between his legs and he would hunch forward, knees bent inwards as he couldn't believe Madison would stoop to this level- especially since he just let her off the hook.

"Ughhh! B-but...why..." he said, his voice low and his expression was that of being shocked at this betrayal. Madison would swiftly pick him up over her head before walking the pair to the middle of the ring before dropping down on her back, driving him to the mats as well! "Arrrghhhh!" he cried out in pain, laid out on his back with his arm and legs spread wide.

[Parker]

Madison stood above Daichi’s prone body, chest heaving, each breath drawing a sharp twinge across her welted skin. She grimaced at the sting, palm pressing against the red marks he’d left on her but when her eyes dropped to him lying wide-eyed beneath her, the pain seemed to fade. Her lips curled slowly, a thought forming, and the smirk that spread across her face was wicked in its certainty.

She raised one boot and planted it firmly by his shoulder, to shove him flat for good measure before stamping one down on either side of his hip. For a moment she loomed over him, letting the crowd buzz with anticipation. Then, moving slowly, she lowered herself down onto his waist, straddling him with steady, deliberate weight.

Her legs began their slow crawl down along his, the leather of her boots dragging across his calves as she slid lower. One at a time, her ankles hooked sharply around his shins. Then she stretched them outward, inch by inch, forcing his legs wider against the mat. when he squirmed beneath her, but she only pushed harder, her thighs pressing tighter as she grapevined him fully, spreading him helpless beneath her until every shift of his hips only sank him deeper into her hold.

Not finished, she leaned forward, catching his wrists and slammed them flat against the canvas, her fingers sliding between his, intertwining until their hands were bound together. If he struggled, trying to pull free, Madison would press her weight forward, locking him down until he was pinned from shoulders to shins, trapped in the web she had woven.

She lowered her face close to his, breath hot on his cheek. The whisper slipped past her lips, her words grim but with a genuine softness to them that felt like she was finally being truthful to him. “Because, Daichi… I have my own dreams. And unlike you, I’ll do whatever I have to to make them happen.”

Only then did she rise slightly, rolling her shoulders back, before lowering her chest onto his face. The first contact made her gasp, sharp pain biting across her tender skin where his chops had left their mark. For an instant her wince betrayed her, a hiss of breath between her teeth. But as she pressed down harder, smothering him beneath her, the sting dulled, swallowed by the rush of satisfaction. What had burned now fueled her, each throb of ache turned into proof that she was still the one on top.

She settled fully, pinning him beneath her weight, chest sealing off his face, hands locked, legs entwined. The referee slid into place to monitor the due, seeking confirmation should a tap out occur, as the crowd swelled with noise. Madison held the grapevine tight, every muscle taut, her smirk widening as she leaned her body into his, savoring the moment. This wasn’t just a pin, it was the finish, a total eclipse, Daichi trapped under every ounce of her control.

[Teenwrestler]

The low blow really rocked his world, the pain shooting down between his legs and the shock of just why she would even stoop to that level? She was wrestling royalty, heir to the Knoxx throne, no doubt was trained by or given tips by her legendary wrestling parents and grandparent? So why then did she had to resort to using such a cheap move? Those thoughts raced in his mind when she would lift him up over her, he offered little in resistance and only squirmed on top but eventually he was brought down to the mats.

A loud *THUD* echoed around the ring when Madison dropped him before rising back up to her feet. Daichi would lay there on his back, moaning and wincing in pain while looking up at the bright arena lights. The shadowy figure of the blonde loomed over him, before stomping down on his shoulder to keep him pinned to the mats. "Ugh!" he grunted, grabbing her ankle to try and lift it off his shoulder but she had other ideas in mind. Pressing her foot on either side of his waist, she then lowered herself to sit on top. Madison then leaned onto him, legs interlocking with his for a grapevine while grabbing his wrists to pin them over his head.

Daichi was confused, not using to such intimate wrestling- he wasn't sure what this was but the close impact of the two made him blush. Not only that, but his limbs were completely immobilized by her grip. He would squirm and struggle under her, trying to bridge up and jerk to the either side but it was futile. She had him. Madison then leaned forward to his face, whispering to him and finally letting him know.

It was all about chasing her own dreams, and just as he had heard from alot of people- most wrestlers in the pro-wrestling world would do anything to achieve their dreams. "Nrgh! Tch, but you don't have to win thi-MMMFFFHHFMF!" his words cut short as her breasts mushroomed against his face and she started to smother him. Air was now restricted going in and he was forced against the sweaty fabric of her leotard. There was no room to breathe, he was forced to take her gasping breaths against her chest while trying to push upwards to try and get her off.

Daichi was not used to such tactics, he had no answer to this submission. His toned body was drenched in sweat and he was starting to tremble underneath Madison. The struggles intensified before slowly starting to weaken. Daichi had no answer! Forced to take her scent and struggling to breathe, he was being smothered out!

[Parker]

Madison settled deeper into the grapevine, her legs snaking tighter around Daichi’s, stretching him out against the canvas until every jerk of his body only seemed to lock him down further. His hands strained against hers, but she adjusted her grip, their fingers laced tight, forcing his wrists flat to the mat. Each time he tried to bridge or twist, Madison shifted her weight deceptively, riding the motion and pressing him back down with ease.

A sly smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned forward, her chest pressing more firmly against his face. When he turned his head in search of air, she rolled her shoulders subtly, adjusting her angle to smother him deeper. From the outside it looked almost like a simple pin, but the cruel precision of her control was clear to anyone watching closely, she wasn’t just holding him down, she was sinking him in.

Every little struggle Daichi made seemed to give Madison more momentum, more excuse to flex her dominance. She shifted her hips, ground her weight lower, and whispered something sharp above the roar of the crowd. “Fight harder. Let's see how much you want it.”

The referee hovered close, checking Daichi’s shoulders, but Madison didn’t take her eyes off her opponent. Her breathing was heavy, her body warm against his, but her composure never cracked. Every adjustment, every deceptive slide of her weight was meant to leave him with no escape, his face buried deeper as her control tightened with each passing second.