Daisuke 'The wrestling Prince' vs Ossi Shamar

[Teenwrestler]

After taking the initiative and a strong start to the match, a few punches to his sides is all it took from Ossi to free herself from the clutches of the wrestling prince, who would roll away from her and shift up on his hands and knees for a brief moment before clutching his ribs. It didn't take long for Ossi to capitalize and she didn't leave the chance to taunt him about it either.

"Urgh, my pride isn't as fragile as your body. It won't be damaged so easily" he would quip back, feeling Ossi grab his arm and pull him up. The Syrian would whip the prince towards the ring ropes, who would bounce off them and sprint back towards her. Once he was close enough, Ossi would smack his face with a vicious slap.

"Ooowwwww" he cried out, his head turned to the side whilst he clutched his now reddened cheek. Daisuke would chuckle for a bit before turning his face back towards Ossi and would retaliate with a slap of his own but his slap was aimed at her chest, delivering a huge chest slap right across her sports bra!

[arktriumph]

Ossi's mouth twisted into a satisfied smirk as she landed an imperious slap across the cheek of the wrestling prince, turning his face briefly away from her as the smack of impact echoed around the arena. She grinned deviously. "Hah, weren't expecting that, were you, Prince!" Thoroughly pleased with herself, Ossi was distracted and didn't see his retaliation coming until it was too late!

"AIIEEE!" Ossi squealed as Daisuke's slap stung her tender chest through the skin tight lycra of her top. Her hands flew to grab her aching tits and she stumbled back until she hit the ropes, sagging against them. Her eyes fluttered for a moment as she tried to regain her senses, utterly shocked by his retaliation. Eventually she glared at him, incensed.

"How dare you strike an heiress in such a way!" she demanded, still fondling her breasts tenderly as they throbbed with pain.

[Teenwrestler]

Whipped towards the ring ropes, Daisuke would come sprinting back towards the Syrian Heiress who thought nothing better than to blatantly slap the prince's cheek. A loud echo was audible to the people in the front rows as Daisuke stopped dead in his tracks, clutching his cheek and was majorly pissed off. In retaliation, the wrestling prince would unleash a stinging chest slap which would send Ossi squealing away from him while clutching her breasts until she stumbled to the ropes, with her back pressed against them.

"What's the matter Heiress? The chest slap too much for a woman like you to handle? I thought an heiress could handle so much more" he chuckled before moving to approach her. Daisuke would grab her hair and yank her towards him, taking the fight back to the middle of the ring. This time, he would try to hook his arm around her neck and grab her briefs, looking to pull her up above him vertically, with her feet pointing to the ceiling. Daisuke would give her some hang time, before attempting to fall down and drive Ossi's back into the mats for a classic vertical suplex!

If successful, he would quickly follow it up by laying across her chest and hooking her up for a pinfall attempt.

[arktriumph]

"Unnhh... you'll pay for that!" Ossi quipped back unconvincingly as the prince mocked her. She started to push off the ropes, but Daisuke was already upon her, pulling her forward by her hair into the centre of the ring. Her arms flailed for a moment before he wrapped an arm around her neck, bending her forward and taking a firm grip on her tight lycra briefs as he did so. Then Ossi felt a surge of vertigo as Daisuke heaved her effortlessly into the air, teetering in position for a vertical suplex.

"ARGGHH!" she cried as the Wrestling Prince slammed her to the canvas with a perfectly executed vertical suplex that left the Syrian heiress dazed and sore. Lying flat on her back with her limbs splayed in all directions, she was an easy mark as Daisuke lay across her, hooking her leg for a pin. She moaned in protest, desperate not to lose the first point so easily! She placed her hands against the toned muscles of his chest and pushed.

With a shrill grunt of exertion, Ossi attempted to twist her body sideways, trying to raise a shoulder up off the mats and simultaneously throw Daisuke off of her before the count could reach the dreaded 3! If she managed to push him off, she would try to roll with him, attempting to slip her slender legs around his midsection to reverse the pin into a painful bodyscissor.

[Teenwrestler]

No doubt that the stinging chop that smacked across her breasts was not pleasant, in fact Ossi was probably feeling a rather stinging sensation around her nice breasts. Daisuke didn’t care, if the heiress would question his royalty than he would have to show her why he was the wrestling prince. With that, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from the ring ropes and towards the middle of the ring whereby he tucked her head under his armpit and grabbed her briefs and ultimately pull her up and slam her down in a simple suplex.

The prince followed his suplex by laying across her chest with his own and grabbed her leg, hooking it up high to pin her down. The referee would get to the count of “ONE” before Ossi would press her hand against Daisuke’s chest and give a firm shove, knocking Daisuke off of her to break the pin. “Not bad but- Nrrgh?! W-what?! Ooouuufff shit” Daisuke cursed, not expecting Ossi to roll with him and wrap her legs around his waist to trap him in a body scissors whilst the two were on their sides. Daisuke would moan out loud in pain, leaning back into Ossi while his hands tried to pry her lovely legs off his waist.

“Arrrghhh owww…let go” he hissed, struggling in the scissors. The prince would try to grab her legs and force them downwards while wriggling his body in an attempt to break free from the scissors.

[arktriumph]

With a whoop of triumph, Ossi successfully managed to shift her position, wrapping her delectable thighs around the toned waist of the Wrestling Prince. She grinned deviously, feeling all kinds of pleasurable sensations from having her haughty, attractive opponent locked between her legs.

"Dear, oh dear," she crooned mockingly. "It looks like the tables have turned! What's the matter, Wrestling Prince? Can't get away?"

Ossi tittered to herself as Daisuke pushed at her thighs attempting to get free from the bodyscissor. She could feel him beginning the ease her legs open, his strength showing as he fought back, but she had retaken the initiative. Before he could get away, Ossi quickly launched into a different approach, opening her legs and grabbing Daisuke's wrists. She would attempt to throw herself onto the wrestling prince, trying to pin his hands to the canvas and pressing her curvy frame against his in a full body pin.

[Teenwrestler]

The Syrian heiress managed to turn the tables around pretty effectively, turning a pinning predicament against her to a rather favourable submission move on her part. The two were on their sides with Ossi's legs wrapped around Daisuke's waist and she continued to squeeze him as hard as she could. While moaning in pain, the prince would do his best to struggle and push down her legs in an effort to escape the submission.

"Tsk, this is nothing Ma'dame" he would groan, struggling to escape. Beads of sweat now forming on his chiseled frame as his struggles intensified. However, Ossi would have other plans for the prince as she would relinquish the submission hold on him and grab his wrists, pinning them against the mats while forcing him on his back. Ossi would throw herself on top of her man and pin him down completely with her perfect figure. Her smooth body pressing down on his, pinning him down completely.

"Nrg, unhand your prince" he demanded, wriggling under her as their sweat coated bodies grinded.

[arktriumph]

Ossi felt a rush of pleasure shoot through her as she succeeded in pinning Daisuke to the mats, grinding her curvaceous frame against his toned body, relishing his struggles as he fought to escape her.

"My Prince?" Ossi tittered as she held him down. "You will be, Daisuke, you will be." With that, the haughty Syrian heiress slid forward, planting her pert bust squarely over the Wrestling Prince's nose and mouth and jiggling her chest from side to side as she laughed.

"How does it feel to be subjugated by the House of Shamar?" she mocked, enjoying the feeling of his face against her cleavage as she attempted to assert her dominance over the so-called Wrestling Prince.

[Teenwrestler]

Whilst too busy finding a way to escape the body scissor submission, Ossi would soon give up on her efforts to gain a submission from the scissors and would instead roll the two over until Daisuke was on his back and she was laying on top of him completely with her hands grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head. Daisuke was completely pinned down to the mat and Ossi would grind her body on top of him, enjoying his struggles against her.

"Nrgh?! W-what do you mean by that?" he would question her when she mentioned that he would become her prince. Just as he asked that, Ossi would bring her breasts down on top of his face, jiggling her chest against his mouth and nose to smother him. "Mmmmfffff?! Oooffmmmm" he would mumble in the breast smother. With that, the prince would bridge up more aggressively and tried to buck himself up into Ossi's body while jerking to the left and to the right, trying still to topple her off.

[arktriumph]

"Hah! I mean that you would look delectable by my side, Wrestling Prince," Ossi crooned in answer to his question, reveling in her currently dominant position. However, it turned out she may have been enjoying herself a little too much as she wasn't paying enough attention to keeping her opponent locked down. She shook her breasts against his face and happily ground her body against him, only to have Daisuke suddenly struggle with unexpected power!

Daisuke's aggressive bucking was enough to toss Ossi unceremoniously sideways as she lost her grip on his arms. With a yelp of surprise the Syrian heiress toppled off of him and rolled, coming to a halt a few feet away. Breathing heavily, she struggled to her knees, hoping to regain some balance before the Wrestling Prince could follow up his escape!