Daisuke Takeuchi vs Jazmine DeLuxe (D) - Royal Reckoning

[JustAUnicorn]

Jazmine couldn't help but laugh with every desperate smack of Daisuke’s head bouncing off her rock hard abs. The way his hands clawed at her wrists, trying to pry her grip loose, only made her dig in harder. She planted her heels deeper into the mat, rolling her hips just enough to crank that far leg tighter against her chest while her free leg shoved the other one out even wider. And from her vantage point she even got an excellent view of his briefs riding up into places no proud prince ever wanted cameras to catch.

“Aww hell no, you still talkin’ big after all that?” she laughed, voice loud and nasty so the front row could hear every word. She couldn't quite understand what he had said, but she could tell it probably wasn't that flattering. “Keep bangin’ that pretty head on me if you want. I'm just gonna make it tighter.”

She arched her back harder, driving her weight down so his shoulders stayed glued to the canvas, then shifted her grip to lock both hands around his ankle for even more control. The crowd was eating it up, some of them already chanting her name while others just howled at the sight of the so-called wrestling prince stuck in a full on humiliation split. Jazmine soaked it in for a second, grinning down at his red face before she made her next move.

With a sudden twist of her torso she eased the pressure, just for a couple of seconds, creating just enough space to attempt the next level of the hold. She tried to roll him further up onto his upper back, folding him so tight that his own bulge would press right into his face. If she pulled it off, it would be the most humiliating finish imaginable. Spine bent nearly to the breaking point and the proud prince smothered by his own manhood. The repositioning took real strength and timing, and she knew there was a risk Daisuke might try to explode out the second she gave him that tiny bit of breathing room. But the risk would be well worth the reward... if she could only stretch him out for a little while longer...

[Teenwrestler]

His desperate attempts to try and escape only made his opponent laugh. She was certainly in quite a dominant position and perhaps victory was indeed near for Jazmine. The wrestling prince continued to struggle, doing everything he could to try and escape this position. His legs were completely trapped and being stretched wider and wider in the split. His hands continued to claw and pry at her wrists but it was clear that Jazmine had no intention of letting her man go. He continued to struggle and cry out in pain, his crotch was already dangerously close to his face with the fabric riding up between his groin and asscheeks in a humiliating fashion.

When all seemed to be lost for him, the female wrestler would ease up the pressure. That was all that he needed! In an instant, he would kick his legs free and using his hands push her wrists off his limbs, powering his way out as he rolled forward. Daisuke was still in got a good position as he crawled forward, grabbing his briefs and adjusting them to make sure there was no more humiliating shots of him. He crawled to the referee, grabbing his pants as he used them to slowly pull himself back up, almost using him as a meat shield to halt her momentum if she decided to chase after him.

"Hah...who the hell is she? Urgh, where did you....urgh where did LAW find this crazy woman" he said, trying to recover and perhaps.....even bait her towards himself and the ref.

[JustAUnicorn]

Jazmine’s laugh cut short the second she felt his legs kick free and his hands shove her wrists off. One second she had the prince folded up like a damn pretzel, the next he was rolling forward and scrambling across the mat like his life depended on it. She sat up on her elbows for a few seconds, watching him crawl, yank at his briefs, and make a beeline for the referee like the striped shirt was gonna save him.

“Oh hell nah,” she barked, hopping to her feet with a sharp grin. “You really about to hide behind the ref after all that big talk? Look at you, boy, runnin’ to safety ‘cause a ‘no-name rookie’ just stretched your ass out in front of everybody.” The comment got a collective laugh from the audience, followed by a few dissapointed awe's as the humiliating hold came to an end. But Jazmine wasn't intent on letting the fun end quite yet.

She stalked after him, not rushing just yet, letting the crowd eat up the sight of the so-called wrestling prince clinging to the official while she circled like a shark. Her voice stayed loud and nasty, encroaching ever closer to her victim.

“LAW didn’t find me, baby. I found you. And I ain’t done yet.”

Tunnel vision kicked in hard. All she saw was Daisuke trying to hide, and the only thing on her mind was driving him into the mat hard enough to remind him exactly who was running this show. Jazmine suddenly dropped her shoulder and lunged forward in a full speed spear attempt, completely locked in on burying him. In fact she was so locked in that the referee still standing right there between them barely even registered in her vision as she dove in for the spear!

[Teenwrestler]

For the first time in this match, Daisuke actually felt intimidated. He feared the worst, that he actually might lose against this rookie. In fact, he might have already lost if she had decided to keep the hold locked on without trying to add the extra "Oomph" into it to make it even more humiliating. Ultimately though, Daisuke managed to slip out and was now covering behind the referee. He had the referee infront of him, grabbing his shoulders and keeping him there. The referee tried to move away, fighting Daisuke's grip to force him to let the official go.

Meanwhile, Jaz smelled blood in the water. She knew she had the prince on the ropes and would start to taunt him while circling him. "Wait, we can talk about this. I can take you to the top right away if we work together, me and you...." he said, circling with her and keeping the referee in front of him. When she lunged forward, Daisuke would shove the referee forward and the poor official was the one who accidentally took Jazmine's spear at full force!

Daisuke sneaked behind Jaz and waited for her to rise back up to her feet, before he would go down on his knee and attempt a sneaky low blow!

[JustAUnicorn]

Jazmine’s shoulder drove forward with everything she had, fully expecting to bury Daisuke into the mat. Instead she felt the soft give of the referee’s body and heard the ugly “OOF” as the official crumpled under the impact. The two of them tangled for a second before she rolled off him, already scrambling to her knees. She glanced down at the dazed ref sprawled on the canvas, a flash of irritation crossing her face while the crowd exploded in a mix of gasps and scattered “ohhhs.”

"Damn it! Ah hell, my bad, stripes" she muttered under her breath, more annoyed at the missed target than the actual wellbeing of the official. She shoved herself upright, ready to spin and finish what she started. That was when the sneaky low blow landed. Daisuke’s fist crashed right between her legs with vicious force. The impact folded her instantly. "GAGH- AAAACK!" A raw, choked cry tore out of her throat as she dropped hard onto both knees, both hands flying down to clutch herself. Her eyes watered and her whole body shuddered from the sudden, white-hot pain. For a second she could only rock forward, forehead nearly touching the mat, breath coming in short, angry gasps.

"You… cheap-ass… son of a-" she managed through gritted teeth, voice shaking with equal parts pain and pure rage. The humiliation of getting caught like that in front of everybody only made the fire burn hotter. Still down and clearly hurting, Jazmine tried to force herself back to her feet, only to collapse back down to the mat with both hands cupping her burning womanhood!

[Teenwrestler]

His plan worked flawlessly, the rookie made the mistake of being goaded in and the referee took the fall. As soon as she realized she hit the spear on the wrong target, she knew she was in trouble. Daisuke was already behind her right as she half heartedly apologized to the referee and then immediately hit her with a dirty low blow. She fell to her knees before slumping forward onto the mat, head resting against the canvas while Daisuke laughed mockingly.

"Lesson number one rookie, always keep your head in the game. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to learn in catering after this match" he mocked while reaching down to grab her hair and drag her to the corner turnbuckle. He would make her settle against the middle and bottom turnbuckle before walking all the way to the opposite turnbuckle. Daisuke would then run forward towards her, picking up speed and launch himself at her, going for a bronco buster!

His hips and crotch slammed against her face, which caused the back of her head to strike against the turnbuckle too. Daisuke was not done yet though, he would straddle her shoulder and wrap his legs around her head while his arms grabbed the top ropes to keep himself steady and seated on her shoulders. With his crotch now pressing against her mouth and nose, he would start to squeeze his legs around her head and neck for a humiliating submission!

"Give it up Jaz. You're not coming back from this" he hissed.

[JustAUnicorn]

With the referee seemingly down and out, there was nothing or nobody to stop Daisuke as he crept up behind Jaz, fingers twisting into her hair. He yanked hard, dragging her across the mat toward the nearest corner. Jazmine stumbled and scraped along on her knees, still doubled over from the low blow, unable to do more than claw weakly at his wrist and moan as the pain radiated through her pussy. He shoved her back against the middle and bottom turnbuckles, forcing her to settle there with her shoulders pinned and her head tilted up. Then he walked all the way to the opposite corner, gave her one last mocking look, and charged.

Jazmine’s eyes widened as Daisuke’s hips crashed into her face. The bronco buster drove her head back hard against the turnbuckle, stars exploding behind her eyes, and then he was settling in, straddling her shoulders, wrapping those strong legs tight around her head and neck like a living vise. His crotch mashed firmly against her mouth and nose, the thick outline of his manhood grinding and rubbing over her face with every aggressive shift of his weight. The scent of him, the heat, the way the fabric of his trunks dragged across her lips and forced her to breathe only what little air filtered through… it was smothering, invasive, and utterly humiliating.

She thrashed as best she could, hands shoving weakly at his thighs, but the squeeze of his legs kept her locked in place. Every time she tried to turn her head, his hips rolled and pressed even harder, rubbing that bulge deliberately across her face like he was marking his territory. Her muffled curses came out as little more than desperate, hot breaths against the front of his trunks. The crowd’s reaction only twisted the knife deeper, first laughter, then whoops, the flash of cameras capturing every second of the proud rookie getting her face ridden like a seat.

“Mmph-get… get the fuck off me-!” she managed, the words half-swallowed by the constant grind of his crotch. Rage and embarrassment burned equally hot in her chest. Helpless for the moment but still too stubborn to quit, all she could was take it as Daisuke smothered her with his manhood!