Daisuke 'The wrestling Prince' vs Ossi Shamar

[Teenwrestler]

"Nrgh, is that so? Well, I don't plan on being by your side, Heiress" he would hiss back while fighting against the smother pin predicament he was in. It wasn't deniable that perhaps Daisuke secretly enjoyed the feeling of Ossi's breasts pressing against his face whilst he struggled under her. It seemed as if the Syrian heiress was, too, enjoying her position of dominance although it was going to be short lived. She would continue to grind her body against Daisuke's manly frame while her breasts were jiggling about on his face.

The prince would continue in his efforts to jerk around and bridge up, which eventually paid dividends and Ossi was toppled off of him, rolling away until she stopped and started to get back up on her knee. Daisuke would take a moment to catch his breath before slowly rising up to a seated position, seeing Ossi shift to a seated position, the prince saw an opportunity. With that, he would scamper towards her from behind and attempt to wrap his arms around her waist and give her a firm squeeze.

He would then lift her up onto her feet alongside with him before using his strength to lift her up in the air and attempt a German suplex!

[arktriumph]

Ossi grimaced in annoyance as she steadied herself, pushing herself into a sitting position and trying to get her bearings after being thrown off her opponent. She spotted Daisuke moving quickly past her, but it was too quick for the cocky Syrian to react to.

Then she felt Daisuke's strong arms wrap around her from behind. Ossi let out a groan of protest, wriggling and pushing weakly at his grip for a moment as he pulled her to her feet. She felt the Prince's toned body and the bulge of his briefs pressing against her from behind extracting an unwitting shudder of arousal from the Arab beauty. However, that sensation didn't last long. An instant later she felt herself being heaved backwards by her opponent...

"UNNGHH!" Ossi cried as the Wrestling Prince executed the suplex, pasting the Syrian beauty into the canvas. Her arms splayed out against the mat and she went limp for a moment in Daisuke's grip, her pert breasts rising and falling as she fought for breath!

[Teenwrestler]

The gesture, although secretly appreciated, of the breast smother was something that Daisuke was surely going to get revenge for. However, for now he wanted to show Ossi that he was the much superior wrestler than her. For that, he would show case some impressive chain wrestling, by first wrapping her arm around her waist while she was down in a seated position, from there he would squeeze her to keep her winded before pulling her up to her feet and slamming her down on her back for a German Suplex.

The suplex left Ossi screaming in pain as she laid there on her back, arms and legs spread wide out whilst she laid limp for a moment. "I bet you didn't enjoy that one but I'll bet you'll enjoy this much more" he would say, approaching her whilst adjusting his briefs. The prince would then lower himself on top of Ossi, sitting on top of her chest while grabbing her arms and pinning them over he head.

He would then scoot forward so his brief clad crotch was pressed against her mouth and nose, smothering her in a facesit smother. "Feel free to give up anytime, I know you must be enjoying this" he would say with a grin on his face.

[arktriumph]

Still stunned by the impact of the suplex, Ossi was in no position to stop Daisuke as he straddled her, mocking her as he pinned her arms to the canvas above her head. She squirmed weakly as he held her in place, before shuffling forward, and then transitioning into a humiliating facesit!

"MMMMPPHHH!" Ossi squealed indignantly, her eyes going wide with shock as the Wrestling Prince settled his crotch over her face, smothering her nose and mouth with his bulge. Her legs kicked feebly beneath him, arms pinned as she struggled, staring up at him in disbelief. Although the situation was far from ideal, she felt herself blushing as there was a hint of truth in Daisuke's mocking - she couldn't suppress a tingle of arousal as she looked up at his chiseled body looming over her, her face buried in his manhood.

"Mpphh..." she squeaked, her struggles beginning to weaken. In pain from the suplex and distracted by the allure of the Wrestling Prince, Ossi was now in dire straights. Her eyes began to cross, her nose and mouth filled with the scent and taste of Daisuke. It wouldn't be long now before she faded completely, giving the Wrestling Prince the first fall...

[Teenwrestler]

Daisuke was now on top of Ossi, straddling her body in a classic schoolgirl position. The prince had hit her hard with a German Suplex and in her weakened state, was now on top and smothering her mouth and nose with his brief clad crotch.

Daisuke would chuckle when Ossi would squeal, her breath felt against his crotch whilst she would struggle wildly. Her legs would kick the mats, her arms were already pinned and Daisuke's weight was too much for her to bear already. "You may submit now heiress or pass out, your choice" Daisuke would say with a smug grin.

Daisuke would thump his butt down on her chest a couple of times to wind her out before once more scooting forward and shoving his fabric against her mouth and nose, he felt a tap coming soon and if not, she would surely be knocked out in the smother.

[arktriumph]

Ossi let out a muffled exclamation of frustration as the Wrestling Prince taunted her, but in her current predicament there wasn't much she could do about it, her nose and mouth completely engulfed by Daisuke's briefs as he continued to smother her. Abruptly, however, he moved his nether regions away, allowing her a brief breath of fresh air, but only to press his advantage further, thumping his backside down against her chest.

The sudden impacts of Daisuke's backside slamming into her chest knocked the last of the fight out of Ossi. She gasped weakly for breath, her struggles ceasing and her body going limp beneath the Wrestling Prince. She was helpless as he shuffled forward once more to settle his crotch over her face, forcing her to breathe in his scent.

"Hnnnnhhh..." a faint sigh of protest escaped from the Syrian heiress before her eyes fluttered and closed, unconsciousness finally descending on her as she was smothered into oblivion, gifting the first fall of the match to Daisuke.

[Teenwrestler]

Daisuke was now in a position of dominance, he was on top of Ossi and enjoying his dominance with a smug grin on his face. He would wriggle his hips about whilst in the schoolgirl position, continuously smothering his opponent. To add insult to injury, he would raise his backside up only to thump it back down on her chest before securing the smother once again.

To her credit, Ossi would not give up and continue to struggle and fight back, desperate to find a way out of her predicament. In the end, her stubbornness would get the better of her, she would flail about until finally she would fall unconscious under the prince falling victim to his crotch smother submission. "It seems you are more stubborn than I thought" he would snarl.

The referee would grab the arm of Ossi and raise it up high before letting it go, her hand dropped to the mat and the referee would signal for the bell to award the first fall to Daisuke. "Hmph, this is too easy" he would say before getting up off of her. Daisuke would strike a pose before placing his foot on her face, smearing it. "Wake up heiress, no time for a nap" he would grin.

[arktriumph]

The ding of the bell slowly brought Ossi ebbing back into consciousness. She let out a faint moan, and events began coming back into her mind - the memory of Daisuke smothering her out just moments ago. Then she realised there was pressure on her face, still holding her in place. Her eyes widened as she came to her senses and realised that her conqueror was posing with a foot on the face of the arrogant Arab beauty!

"Ungh! How dare you!" Ossi blustered, flushed and embarrassed by the last turn of events. She shoved Daisuke's foot away from her face, scrambling to her feet and backing away from the Wrestling Prince, glaring at him.

Taking a deep breath, the Syrian Heiress tried to compose herself, straightening out her lycra belly top and smoothing back her thick locks of brown hair. The taste and smell of Daisuke's crotch still lingered - a reminder of her capitulation in the first fall. She scowled, pointing at him.

"Very well, Wrestling Prince," she declared haughtily. "You might have won the first fall, but that is the last time you will get the better of me!" Shooting the referee a furious look she nodded. "Ring the bell!"

[Teenwrestler]

With the unconscious state of Ossi, the wrestling prince was awarded the first fall of their match. Daisuke was not impressed at all, he would get off his opponent and place his foot on her face, smearing it just to humiliate her even further. After a little while, Ossi would regain her consciousness and immediately brought her hand up to shove Daisuke's foot away from her face before scramble to her feet but maintaining her distance from him. She still looked a bit dazed and took time to recover.

After taking a moment to catch her breath and compose herself, she would adjust her outfit and hair before glaring and pointing at the male. "Haha is that so? You were so confident that I couldn't win a single round but you are about to find out that it is you in fact that will be losing this wrestling match without gaining any falls" he would say. "Fine, ring the bell. Let us finish this" he would say before raising his arms up and started to circle the Syrian wrestler.

Daisuke would lunge in at her, looking to grapple up with her once more.

[arktriumph]

"You'll regret that slander, Prince!" Ossi quipped sharply as she moved into the centre of the ring.

Ossi lunged forward to meet Daisuke in the grapple, her pride pricked by the Wrestling Prince's arrogant assertion that she would not win any falls in the match. Meeting him, she would hold the grapple for a moment, before attempting to break free and slide around behind the overconfident wrestling prince.

If she got into position, Ossi would wrap her arms around Daisuke's waist and attempt to heave him into a German suplex of her own.

"Let's see how you like it!" she yelled as she threw Daisuke backwards, hoping to paste her male opponent's back into the canvas.