Daisuke Takeuchi vs Alix Jacques- Part 1

[Teenwrestler]

Even if it didn't get a second submission out of her, and at this point Daisuke was not even sure on whether it would have counted or not, it still did send a message to her. The message was loud and clear, that Daisuke was not playing around and Alix's carefree and nice attitude would not really get her too far in the wrestling business. It did seem to somewhat work, even though she didn't have a expression full of fate or anger in her face- the smile was gone and she did have a more serious, stoic looking expression while she returned to her corner.

Daisuke would smirk, it seemed him getting a submission and that follow up Full Nelson did seem to get under her nerve a little bit- even if she wasn't willing to show it. The prince would walk to the middle of the ring when the referee called the two over for a restart and he ended up face to face once more with his newest rival.

"What's the matter Alix? No more dumb comments? If you don't take this seriously, its going to be a long 45 minutes for you" he said in a low tone. The match restarted and he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, looking to pull her up slightly off the mat and drag her back all the way into corner for an aggressive start!

[DSX93]

Oh, you don't know, boy.

Alix let him get his trash talk in and offered none of her own. Let him think she's off-center now. And meanwhile, he still was. Bearhug grip with a rack like hers? His pride was in the driver's seat, and it had been drinking. This was about punishment now; that first submission was a personal affront to his honor.

But he was all but begging for her to wrap her arms around his head and bury her face into her cleavage again. So that's what she did, one leg kicking at his while she did it. As low as she could reach, hoping to trip him and bring the both of them back down to the mat again. But this time, if it went right, she'd have half the work done towards pulling guard. She had control of his head. The next thing would be to get her legs around him.

[Teenwrestler]

Perhaps he had broken her? Or all of her confidence was now lost. Daisuke continued to taunt her, try to get her to react but there was nothing- just silence. She had been pretty vocal before, responding in a rather carefree and silly manner to him before but now nothing. She would simply stare at him back while taking in all his insult. Daisuke would raise an eyebrow, not sure what she was plotting but it wouldn't matter anyway as there was no way she was ever going to catch him off guard ever again or, even worse, ever get another submission from him for the remainder of this match.

"Fine, if you won't then I WILL" he roared before wrapping his arms around her waist and looking to push her all the way to the corner! However, he made a rather crucial mistake. Once his arms went around her waist, his face would end up naturally closer to her breasts! That allowed Alix to wrap her arms around his head and once more shove his face into her breasts! "MFMFMFMFM!" he mumbled as his vision was cut off now.

Her legs kicked at his, making him trip to the mat! Dai fell back first to the mat with Alix on top. Next thing he felt her legs go around his for a grapevine while she hugged his head tight! "MMMMFMFM! D-MFMAMN SMOT-MFMFM-HERSMFMM" he mumbled, squirming wildly under her. This was now personal, either he was getting out of this- tapping or napping! He pushed up, jerked to the side and even grabbed her shoulders to push her back. However, Alix was a strong woman and those muscles were not just for show- she was as strong as Daisuke and that made it tough for him to simply shove her off.

"MFMMFMFMFMM...MMMFMFM...." as he struggled underneath her still.

[DSX93]

That fall went a lot better than Alix had hoped and braced herself for. She was ready to be the one to land on her back, but he took one, two, three steps to try to keep his balance, spun as he fell, and there she was with a full mount...which she almost slipped over and out of. And her world-famous breasts would slide up and down his face as she righted herself,

An accident at first, then she decided to have a little fun with it.

But first, the grapevine. Alix would spread Daisuke's legs far enough apart to test the muscles in his groin, but the distress she was looking to cause was more psychological. There was a petty mean girl living inside of her that she normally kept under wraps, but here and now? It was all too tempting to let her loose, especially after she took a look over her shoulder and saw a camera guy capturing what she knew was a close-up shot in between their legs; she would've been zooming in in his place.

Oh, what the hell. She turned to face the camera on the other side of the ring, a devilish little grin crossing her lips when it came to her:

"Prince Da-Gooch-i!" And she's motorboat him, timing each shimmy of her shoulders -- and resultant side-to-side sways of her breasts over his face -- with what would've been claps in the normal rhythm. "Prince Da-Gooch-i!"

It took a few more utterances, but the crowd would pick up on it and take over.

"PRINCE DA-GOOCH-I!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap! "PRINCE DA-GOOCH-I!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!

[Teenwrestler]

Just like that, the tide of the match would turn once more. Going for a rather aggressive start by trying to tackle her into the corner, Daisuke would only end up on the mat after Alix would cleverly wrap her arms around his head while he attempted to drive her back to the corner. Once his head was caught, his legs were next. She would ensnare her foot around his ankles and just like that- the prince fell to the mats! Once down on his back, there was only going to be one outcome and Daisuke could see it a mile away. However, seeing it was one thing but stopping it was another thing entirely.

Therein lied the problem, he was unable to stop Alix from going for a full body mount, then the grapevine and finally with her arms still around his head she began to put him in yet another smother. The LAW camera crew were going to have their fun with this too! Zooming in on their muscled and oiled slicked bodies, showing off the intense and sensual struggle. However, this time, there was no mercy. She would go on fully motorboating him in the smother. Alix would shimmy her shoulders, move up and down, smacking her breasts all over his face and smearing them against his princely mug.

What was worse was the chant! She was going to humiliate him and got the crowd in the action as well. Daisuke would struggle under her, wildly squirming and trying to jerk up, jerk to the side and do whatever he could to try and escape but it was not working. His arm went to grab her shoulders to push her back but she was surprisingly strong and kept clinging onto him no matter what.

"MFMMFMFMFMM" he mumbled, still unable to breathe. After a good five minute struggle, he had enough! "MGMFMFGETHEROFFMMFMMEMFFGETHEROFFMEMFMF!" he would mumble under her breasts before tapping the mat, tapping her shoulders, tapping her back! Anything to give the signal to get this woman off him!

2 smothers 2 submissions.

Daisuke:1
Alix:2

Time left: 40 minutes.

[DSX93]

Alix was normally a sporting sort. Normally, she wouldn't even let a rope break make it to the count of one. But there would be times, even in the ECC, where she would have to make a point. This was one of those times.

"Alix! Reset!"

"Sunshine" may be a widespread nickname of hers, but that, by no means, meant that she was all that and rainbows. If Daisuke could last an impressive five minutes..."One! Two! Three! Four!" Seconds wouldn't be much more to tack on. Only then would she let him go. But not without making it known, with taunting singsong, "♩If you wanna play rough, Vegeta, I just might beat ya!♩"

Her hopes when going to a corner was that he would cool down -- at least a little -- so they could wrestle a more proper match, but her optimism was tempered with realism: Daisuke was clearly a man who was ruled to no small extent by his ego. There had to be a lot riding on the fact that he was the first opponent of a crossover like her, in a match that he picked, after the promises he's made. This would likely get worse before it got better.

[Teenwrestler]

There was no way this is happening! He found himself down on the oiled ring canvas with Alix on top. Her legs interlocked around his while she laid on top of him. His legs were immobilized and he tried his best to bridge up, then jerk to the left and to the right in hopes that the slickness of the oil would aid him in trying to topple her off of him. However, Alix proved to be quite persistent and she would keep her position on top of him. Her arm wrapped around his head, she pulled his face deep between her oiled breasts. Daisuke squirmed wildly, doing his best to try and escape but his struggles were futile. He was running out of air and not to mention the embarrassment he felt when her tits were smacking against his face while she motorboated him.

In the end, he submitted again- to another smother which made him furious. Just for payback, Alix repaid his debt in full when she held him in the submission even after he submitted. The referee would count for a DQ and Alix would release just before the five count. "*GASP* Hah....Hah....Hah...." he panted, rolling over onto his side and clutching his neck. His face was reddened, oiled and sweaty while he panted heavily. "Tch, this is ridiculous! All she is doing is smothering?!" he complained to the referee, who simply shrugged his shoulders at his complaints.

"Nah, screw this! This isn't a real wrestling match at all....screw this oil, screw her smothers and screw this crowd!" he would say, slapping the mat angrily before rolling out of the ring and throwing his arms up in the air in protest. With 40 minutes left in the match, and the score just being 2-1, it seemed Daisuke was no longer willing to continue the match.

The referee and the crowd seemed puzzled, what was going on here as Daisuke would walk up the ramp and make his way to the backstage area.

[DSX93]

Alix just stood back and watched him lose it. First with a challenging smile...

"Got a lot more than that for ya!" With a hand hanging on to the top rope for balance, she turned at an angle and lifted a bent leg, showing off a delectable mixture of muscle tone and curvature. Her thick, juicy thigh. Her shapely hip. And what had been voted by porn connoisseurs the world over as the best ass in the industry, all glistening in oil. She gave it a good smack to get it jiggling, retrieving some hooting and whistles from an appreciative audience. "I can do plenty with this ass too!"

Daisuke didn't like that. Much less than she was expecting. As he got angrier and the mat started taking more of a beating, she regarded him again with the seriousness that the situation called for. A part of her did feel bad about messing with him so much. But then again, they were here now because he viewed her as lesser for having been a wrestler of the erotic variety.

And now he's leaving because of the way she got her falls. It was a lesson, really: Eroticism can be as dangerous a weapon as a good chokehold. But he wasn't having it.

And with nothing else to do about the situation, the referee did the only thing he could do.

"ONE!"

"TWO!

"THREE!

"FOUR!"

The fans made their disapproval of Daisuke's departure well known.

"FIVE!"

"SIX!

"SEVEN!"

"EIGHT!"

But...

"NINE!"

It wouldn't bring him back.

"TEN! RING THE BELL!"

And cue

https://youtu.be/eghsi2nL2gk?t=97

The referee raised her hand, to a mixed reception. Half the audience cheered for her, and the other keep their boos going. But they weren't directed at her.

"THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT!"

Alix agreed. This wasn't a victory.

This isn't over.

She didn't stick around for long. She had to catch up to him...

[Teenwrestler]

Fuming. Daisuke was fuming.

This was not supposed to be the match he wanted. He wanted to prove that Alix was a fraud. That she could not wrestle and was not a wrestler. The impact of this match was the exact opposite. However, he was not going to blame himself for that. No. It was the match type, it was the crowd, it was the referee! An oil wrestling match was not going to enough to prove that she was a wrestler, in fact- it would only seek to prove that she was only a lewd wrestler. The prince refused to take part in this, it was a set up!

He tapped to the smother twice, and she threatened to continue to smother him again and again with the next being with her ass. That was enough and as he was heading back to the backstage area, he once agreed with the crowd.

This is bullshit!

He already knew that him leaving would mean a automatic win for Alix. He didn't care though, this match meant nothing. She was a lewd wrestler and winning/losing an oil wrestling match added nothing to her credibility as a real wrestler. Backstage, he would throw a tantrum. Knocking over a table, pushing away some poor staff member and kicking the wall and nearby equipment. Daisuke continued to walk away towards his locker room, where he finally calmed down a bit. He grabbed a towel and begin to wipe the sweat and oil off his face and chest, having no idea that Alix was already chasing after him....wanting answers as this was not over between the two, not by a long shot.

This rivalry, had gotten just a little more personal now.

[DSX93]

Alix didn't even have to ask anyone for his whereabouts. The guy he pushed over? Took one look at her and knew that she was after him. Without a word, he pointed in the direction he'd gone. But really, all she had to do was follow the mess. The chances of them having a conversation about this were about nil, but she continued on anyway. She couldn't let this go.

It led her a ways down the hall, but there were enough staff around who'd witnessed Daisuke's angry travels for her to know which locker room was his; they were eying it and giving it a wide berth. And it just so happened that either he wasn't given a room with a lock, or he didn't think to use it, if he was.

"Okay. Let's be serious here." Right to the point. None of the jovial, flippant energy that radiated from Alix in the ring was present here as she finally asked the question she had for him after that first display of his temper. "What is it about Hentai wrestlers that bothers you so much?"

There were no pointed accusations in her tone. This was a fact. No malice, like a psychologist asking those cutting questions that were necessary to dig through to the meat of the problem.