Daisuke Takeuchi vs Alix Jacques- Part 1

[Teenwrestler]

Storming out of the ring, leaving the match unfinished was a new for his career. Daisuke has always finished his wresting matches, for better or for worse. This, however? this was different. He could not stand some wanna-be porn star wrestler out-stage him. The match was rigged, it was in her favour! Those were the things he told himself but in reality, Alix had proved to be quite the competent wrestler. Smothers or not, she had been holding her own against him in the ring and at most stages, had been out-wrestling him. Pushing a few staff members in the backstage area around, he finally retreated to his locker room.

Tossing a few things around and kicking the lockers, he would grab a towel and begin to wipe the sweat and oil off his face and body. It was over, the match never happened and he would never have to see the face of Alix again. She can go back to the hentai wrestling scene and the two of them could go on. But, it was not that simple.

As he was about to slide off his briefs to head to the showers, someone came bursting into the room. Alix wanted answers, she demanded them as well as demanded being treated as a wrestler. "Tch, what are you doing here? The match is over, okay?" he said, refusing to give her an answer as he turned his back to her.

[DSX93]

"Is it really?"

Alix already knew the answer to that question. And she had the feeling that he did too, even if he didn't want to acknowledge that right now. And if he had simply walked away, she might have been inclined to leave him be. But that destruction he left out there in the hall had shut that door. She wasn't going to risk somebody getting hurt out of misplaced anger that had been meant for her.

And so she circled around to the front of him and locked eyes with him. She wasn't going to give him that option.

"This entire thing was your idea, Takeuchi." None of the flirtiness that came with the usage of his given name. No "Vegeta". It was back to basics. Peer to peer, which was a statement on its own: She is his peer.

She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and reminded him, coolly and calmly, "The stipulations were all yours. All I did was agree. If that wasn't a real match, in the slightest, then why were you out there? You don't seem the type to insult yourself by competing in throwaway, nothing match-ups."

[Teenwrestler]

Alix was not going to take "No" for an answer. After all that had happened, the energetic, bubbly, care-free and sultry woman had a stark change in attitude. Just as Daisuke was going to retire to the showers, she burst into his locker room and demanded answers. Daisuke remained calm, he didn't want to start fighting right here and now. To her credit, Alix didn't seem ready to fight either but merely wanted to know why her opponent bailed mid-match. She would walk up to him, getting to his face and locked eyes with him. Then came the truth bomb, she reminded him that it was his idea, that he agreed to the match and now he threw his toys out of the pram and just bailed.

Daisuke dropped his towel on the floor, squared his shoulders and would glare right back at her. "..........." However, he was lost for words. Whatever she said, was the truth. He could not deny, deflect or make an excuse out of anything. Something about Alix was different too, she was much more serious so the prince knew that there were no games. Then, an opportunity presented itself. Both were tired, sweaty and still coated in oil. However, they had only wrestled 30 minutes out of their hour long match.

Pressing his forehead against her and going nose to nose. "What do you want then huh?....you want to finish this? Then lets finish it. No bs crowd, no bs referee. No more games. Just You. Me. Let's find out who the better wrester is." he challenged, ready to put this argument to rest against his newfound rival.

[DSX93]

That moment that Daisuke stood there, glaring at her...It felt like an eternity. Alix was just waiting for it to come: The slap. The punch. Grabbing at her. Some form of aggression. But just like his rebuttal, it never came.

And then he came closer. A lot closer than she was expecting.

(Thanks again for the art, TW!)

If it weren't for that prior destruction he left in his wake, she would've suspected that maybe this was a "hate you, like you" thing. But no. This was him re-asserting himself. Adapting a strong posture after the embarrassment he faced in the ring.

It made her glad that it wasn't a Hentai match that they just did. She put After Dark together in part to avoid explosions like this.

No crowd. No cameras. No referee. No games. Just them and their talents. Nice and simple. Alix's lips curled into a challenging smile.

"Let's."

[Teenwrestler]

It would have been too easy to continue the fight right here and now. Alix was clearly ready and in fact expecting it. Daisuke was in the mood too. For the embarrassment he just suffered in the ring, a brawl would be perfect. However, the chaos would most certainly mean that staff and security would bust in the locker room and eventually separate the two. No, that would mean that Daisuke would accept defeat- that Alix would walk away officially with a victory and one-up him. He had to be calm about this. If he wanted revenge, the only way he could do it was by defeating her fair and square. No crowd, no referee, no bs oil.

The two went nose to nose, for a moment nobody said anything. Usually, it was this part when a couple kissed but this was not that. Daisuke wanted to see if she was going to flinch, but she never did. Next, came his challenge. Alix looked on, she did not resist, argue or second guess. Instead, she only said one word.

"Lets"

Daisuke nodded. "Good. Wipe out the oil and change. I'll see you in one of the private matted wrestling rooms. 15 minutes. You want grappling and smothers....ill give you exactly that" he said before stepping back and offering his hand to her for a handshake. "Time to find out who the better wrestler is" he added.

[DSX93]

"It's time, indeed." Alix would put a little extra oomph into the handshake. A stiff squeeze to remind him of her power. "I'll see you there."

[Teenwrestler]

The two shook hands and then it was on. Daisuke would head to the showers to get the sweat and oil off his body. He still believed he was the better wrestler, there was no way that he could never lose to a hentai wrestler. She was not his equal, and he would prove that to her. After taking a quick shower and changing into his purple wrestling briefs, Daisuke was ready to head out to private matted wrestling rooms. There were no fancy elbow pads, knee pads or boots. He was barefoot, clad in his briefs with nothing else.

Spoiler

Exactly at the 15 minute mark, Daisuke would make his way into the room. He would walk up the middle of the mats with a focused, no nonsense look on his face. No more banter, taunting or games. It was time to settle this rivalry once and for all.

Spoiler

[DSX93]

Alix would walk in right after him. Hair loose, her previous outfit discarded for

. Scant and tight, but with purpose that extended beyond contouring her luscious figure. It wouldn't be as effective as oil, but it was made to be hard to grab, still. Her aura would match his coming in; no smile, no jokes, no flirtation, all business.

It was too bad, really. Alix had the feeling that this could've been a fun night for them both, if only they hadn't met the way they did. For all his ego and tantrum throwing, she still felt that there was good in there. At the very least, he hadn't hurt anyone backstage. To her, that's worth something.

She'd waste no time meeting Daisuke in the middle, settling into a stance. "Ready?"

[Teenwrestler]

It did not take too long for Alix to make her way into the private room either. She would walk right into it, no more smiles, no more jokes, no more haughty attitude. It was straight business. Her outfit also showed that she meant business, she was clad in a pair of tight fitting sports bra and gym shorts. Red and black, very much like her oil attire but a little less skimpy. That was fine, they werent here for a hentai match and Daisuke meant business. He was going to smother her and make her submit, just like he promised.

She would walk up to meet him in the middle. She wanted to wrestle him now. "Ready" he would say. Without warning, Daisuke lunged at Alix, looking to drive his shoulder into her abdomen as he tried to then wrap his arms around the back of her thighs to lift her up and dump her down to the mat where he would attempt a full body mount to try and get his rival under him early on in this match on the mats.