Daisuke Takeuchi Vs. Eileen Sommers - Calling It Quits

[Devilish53]

Eileen's foot fell so rapidly on her male adversary's chest that Eileen herself began to lose count. Eventually putting so much force into her kicks that fell without pause that she had to take a break, Eileen would do so after throwing that leg she held to the side, tossing Daisuke a little with it. From there, she'd raise her arms up wide, before stepping back, briefly feeding off the energy of the audience as she looked down with pure scorn in her eyes at her fiercest male foe.

"So much ego...not really helping you out in this fight is it?...Insect..."

[Teenwrestler]

Having been pulled away from the corner, the wrestling prince thought he was safe from the stomps of his opponent. However, Eileen began to rain down stomp after stomp down on his mid-section, without relenting and without showing any mercy. Each stomp hurt more than the last and the speed of which he was kicking him down meant that she got in at least ten stomps to his abs before he curled up and rolled away from her. Eileen would eventually stop her offence, it seemed as if her own leg was tired of squashing the wrestling prince. Eileen took a moment to show her flawless body off the crowd, as she dominated the prince.

Groaning in prince, the wrestling prince felt the presence of her nearby him again. "You should keep your own ego in check, insufferable vixen" he hissed back. Daisuke looked to take advantage of this little distraction, attempting to scissor his legs around Eileen's and give them a quick jerk, looking to take her down face first next to him. If he succeeded, the wrestling prince would roll over onto her back and crossing his arms around her face, wrenching her head back in a STF submission.

"Arrghh?! Ask her....Ask her if she quits" he demanded.

[Devilish53]

Eileen held her figure strongly in the face of her male nemesis, pushing her curves out whilst at the same time quite literally looking down her nose at the Wrestling Prince. Yet again though, it seemed her cockiness would be taken advantage of, as Daisuke's past encounters with the previously deemed Queen of Summer probably told him such moments were free shots to be taken. Eileen sure enough went down, but as ever, she wouldn't do so quietly.

"Ghh..you...You...!" She'd snarl out, kicking and bucking like a lasso'd stallion, not at all making it easy to hook a limb around her frame, let alone all four. Her elbows poised at random moments as she sought to drive them where-ever they could, be it Daisuke himself, or the mat to aid in her release!

The redhead showing no signs of slowing down, given she had no intent on letting Daisuke lock his move in!

[Teenwrestler]

Being harshly stomped over and over again was enough to keep the prince down on his back on the ring mats, panting for breath while his nemesis loomed over him, looking down on him with a grin of satisfaction. Daisuke took advantage of that, quickly scissoring her legs to take her down on her front next to him, before rolling over onto her back and attempting to lock in a STF submission move. However, the feisty red head would resist the wrestling prince,kicking and bucking as much as she could to avoid being trapped in the hold.

"Argh stop....struggling! Argh" he growled in frustration at her tactic, with the prince unable to lock in the hold as tight as he would have liked. Eventually, her elbows struck him hard against his ribs a couple of time to make him moan in pain. As such, Daisuke would roll off of Eileen's back and shift down on the ring mats, on his own back while massaging his sore ribs.

"Damn you" he hissed in frustration.

[Devilish53]

Eileen's fury yet again grew, amplified almost by the fact she narrowly avoided a submission that this late in the fight would have had dangerous effects. Watching out of the corner of her gaze as to see where her male adversary was going, Eileen pounced only a little off the canvas, though enough to leave it, as she went once more in the direction of her male foes top half. This time seeking to get only halfway across him as opposed to that full crucifix she had earlier, Eileen looked to lock her arms around a shoulder and head alike, almost as if in a firm triangle of sorts.

Though choking her male foe wasn't the intention, as that was merely to keep him still. For the thick bust that she soon jiggled towards the lower half of his face, seeking once more to deprive Daisuke of breath. And pride!

[Teenwrestler]

Having failed to securely lock in the submission move, the wrestling prince found himself wrestled-off the Queen, as she bucked him off of her back after a couple of stiff elbow strikes that struck Daisuke around his ribs. Daisuke rolled off her back and shifted down onto his own, clutching his ribs and massaging them whilst trying to get some distance between himself and his nemesis.

Eileen wouldn't let this chance escape nor would she allow Daisuke to make a comeback against her so late in this match. Eileen would pounce herself towards Daisuke and get on top of him before wrestling with him to secure her position. Once on top she would wrap her arms around his shoulder and head to keep him stil before pressing her breasts down on top of his face for a smother.

"Mmmmfff?! unhand meefffmmm!!!" Daisuke would moan and mumble under her breasts. The prince would squirm and struggle under her but in his current position, he was running out of breath fast.

[Devilish53]

Eileen's smother this time however, was only a partial one. She wanted Daisuke rendered near enough harmless it seems, but not to the point where he couldn't cry out his demand for a end to the match, via quitting!

"No.." Was her immediate firm answer, arm flexed to keep Daisuke at a constant state of half-smother, as she looked on with sadistic joy in her eyes yet still.

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince knew what this about, this was about dominance, this was about teaching him a lesson. The smother wasn't as effective enough to totally smother him out so that he could offer her his absolute submission but was just locked in enough to embarrass him while also be a source of a bit of a discomfort for him. Her arms were locked around tight, trapping his own arm in between hers while her breasts would grind against his face.

He moaned and mumble, thumping up against her while wriggling under her. " I loathe you" he would hiss, trying to shake his head and get his face away from her boobs just enough so that he would suck in some fresh air. Meanwhile, his right hand would move up to her lower back as he began to strike her lower back over and over again before reaching up to her hair and yanking it.

"Mrgghh I said....r-release your prince" he growled, whilst continuing in his efforts to escape.

[Devilish53]

As Daisuke began to unload on Eileen, naturally her hold came apart, soon enough with her effective side smother turning into nothing but her arms merely cradling his head. Though, she'd find use enough in that.

"You're...deranged..!" She'd scream out in amidst blows as she soon began to rear back her own furthest arm, using the windup to really drive her knuckles into the top of Daisuke's skull, doing so rather quickly and numerous times before the Prince's own shots to her back finally forced her off. From there, she'd push as roughly as she could upon her male foes figure as she came back onto her knees, rubbing down her back, knowing she needed to end this encounter soon before Daisuke had the chance to take the initiative for good.

[Teenwrestler]

The battle for supremacy continued between the two royal wrestlers. Daisuke struggled and squirmed under Eileen's frame, being partially smothered by her breasts. With one hand he began to strike her lower back, yank her hair and did his best to buck up into her. Naturally, only of them could come out on top and it seemed as if Daisuke was starting to make his way out of her clutches when suddenly Eileen would relinquish her hold voluntarily but not before striking Daisuke's head with her knuckles, making him yell in pain while leaving him slightly dazed.

With a hard shove, Daisuke was rolled away from her and he shifted on his stomach with Eileen close by on her knees. Panting and exhausted, Daisuke would soon push up on his hands and knees, sweat dripping down from his chiseled frame onto the mats. "Hah....I cannot stand the scent of you..." he moaned, looking to slowly get back up to his feet.