Daichi Kazura vs Madison Knox

[Teenwrestler]

At first, Daichi was not even sure if he could pull the huricanranna off. It was an awkward angle and he had not practice this move much but he had to dig deep and find a way out, he had to prove to his opponent, to the crowd and to the LAW management that he was capable of defeating anyone despite being a rookie. While she laid flat on her back, the purple haired male would quickly force her to sit up and then trap her in a dragon sleeper and body scissor submission.

His strong limbs squeezing her neck and waist while he pulled her back. Daichi had his teeth gritted, he was focused on putting as much pressure as he could in the submission. The ropes were far too, Madison had to either fight her way out or somehow drag the two closer to the ropes. The referee knelt next to the star girl "Madison, do you submit?" he asked while Daichi felt her arms claw and dig into his arms as she attempted to find a way out.

He felt her struggles intensify but he still hold, clearly she was now panicking and the crowd were a little bit stunned on how this unknown wrestler was taking the fight to superstar Madison. It was going well....until naivety kicked in.

Daichi....felt bad! His actions before the match did justify her anger towards him, which perhaps threw her off her game? Maybe their initial interaction was just pure misunderstanding? Maybe she wasn't such a bad person after all? All those thoughts raced in his mind while he watched Madison struggle intensely. His own grip loosened considerably as he focused on these thoughts instead of the most important thing- the match

[Parker]

Her palms pressed into Daichi’s bicep, his slackening muscles finally giving her more purchase than she’d managed moments ago. Trembling arms locked tight with effort, she shoved, prying just enough space to drag in air and tuck her chin. A desperate squirm became a wild thrash, her body twisting side to side until at last her head slipped free from his arm. Madison sat up sharply, leaning away, the tension in her spine loosening as the sleeper broke.

She doubled over with a cough, ragged, frustrated breaths spilling past parted lips. Her cheeks burned, not from the hold, but from the sheer embarrassment of how close that had been. Emerald eyes narrowed as she shot a daggered glare back at Daichi. The nerve of him. The audacity to put her in that position.

A low growl rumbled in her throat as she snapped her elbow back toward his head. Without waiting to see the damage, her arm shot upward before driving down again, hammering elbows into his thighs with sharp, punishing blows, each one an effort to batter herself free from the scissors clamped around her waist.

[Teenwrestler]

Lost in his own thoughts and feeling bad for his actions and how it made Madison felt was not the best move on his part. Madison was already making progress in her efforts to escape the hold and Daichi' lack of attention only made it all the more easier for the blonde to fight her way out. Her arms kept pushing his arms upwards, eventually managing to twist to the side and finally slide his arm off her neck. Madison was now free from the dragon sleeper and that was enough to bring Daichi back to reality.

"Whoa?! Oh crap..." he exclaimed, trying to bring his arm back towards her neck to re-apply the submission but his efforts were thwarted when her elbow smacked against the side of his head. Daichi winced in pain, leaning back a bit while clutching the side of his head. The next thing he felt was a barrage of elbow strikes into his thighs, sending waves of intense and sharp pain.

"Arrrghhh!" he cried out, releasing the body scissor while leaning back before rolling over onto his side and curling up a bit as he would nurse the pain in his thighs by rubbing his hands over them.

[Parker]

As Daichi rolled to the side, Maddie prowled after him, her breath ragged and chest heaving, the snug fabric of her gear rising and falling with each inhale. Her back and sides still burned from being stretched and compacted, but she wasn’t about to let him catch a second wind. He was hurting too, and down on the mat, this was her domain.

"Leaving so soon?" She dropped to all fours, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulder as she pivoted sharply to face him. Her hips swayed with her hurried crawl as she chased. With a sudden shove of her shoulders and curves pressing in, the blonde barreled into him, trying to flip him flat onto his stomach.

If she managed to turn him, the Golden Girl wasted no time. Swinging a toned leg across his back, she moved to mount him with a graceful clamber, thighs spreading wide to anchor her balance as she ground her hips firmly against his lower spine. Her figure arched with a mix of elegance and force, her long legs framing his sides while she settled herself with commanding weight.

Reaching out, her arms stretched sinuously forward, fingers snaked to slip beneath his chin until they laced together. “Come here...” Maddie purred, her voice rich with smug satisfaction. Then she wrenched back, her chest thrusting forward as her spine curved, the taut pull of her body turning into leverage. She tried to yank his head back, his neck and spine bent towards her seated hips, every ounce of her strength and athletic build grinding him down as she would make herself the fulcrum of his suffering.

[Teenwrestler]

The strike to the side of his head left him stunned and soon after, the strikes to his thighs made him release the body scissors. Madison was now completely free from both submissions while Daichi would slump to the side, curling up and clutching his thighs to nurse the pain. The young man tried to crawl away from his opponent, perhaps get to the nearest corner to try and catch a break or use the ropes to get back up but Golden Girl would not let such a 'Golden' opportunity slip by. She felt humiliated and embarrassed on what Daichi made her go through, so it was now time for payback.

The confidence in her voice returned when she sarcastically asked him about leaving so soon, she got up on all fours and flipped the male over onto his stomach before mounting him. Her thighs pressed against his side while she sat up on his back. Her arms stretched forward towards his face, gripping his chin with both hands locked together before using said grip to yank his head backwards, making him bend in a "C" like position as she trapped him in a camel clutch submission.

"Nrgh?! Guuugh! Ahhhh" Daichi moaned in pain while Madison effectively put pressure on his back. His hands scratching and clawing the mats before moving up towards her fingers, trying to pry them off his chin while his legs kicked the mats furiously. "Argh! W-why are you....making this so personal?" he said while struggling, feeling that Madison's motivation for this match was more than just to win a wrestling match. Daichi tried to get his knees underneath them to try and push up to his knees while still trying to get her hands off his chin.

[Parker]

Madison’s back arched proudly as she leaned into the clutch, her chest thrust forward, her toned arms flexing as she pulled back on Daichi’s chin with merciless precision. The Golden Girl sat perched on his spine like a queen on her throne, emerald eyes glinting as his cries filled her ears. Each groan only seemed to feed her, lips curving into a smug smirk.

“Oh? Does it feel personal, darling?” she cooed, voice dripping with mock-sympathy as her fingers dug into his jaw. “Maybe that’s because it is.”

But the movement beneath her broke her smug rhythm. She felt the shift of his muscles, the tense push of his hips beneath them as his legs moved, and her brows knitted as she realized he was actually beginning to rise. He was trying to carry her weight, no, her, up off the mat.

Her eyes widened with a spark of indignation, quickly masked with fury. “Oh no you don’t.” Maddie snarled, lifting her hips just enough to let him hope and then slamming her weight back down on his lower back, trying to destroy the progress he had fought so hard to obtain.

The blonde released his chin, her hands sweeping upward instead to sink into his dark hair, tangling her fingers until she had a cruel grip. She yanked his head back once, savoring the angle of his strained neck, before suddenly shifting her weight forward, directing his face toward the canvas. Not just once, but twice, and even a third time for good measure he he hadn’t been able to stop her by then. After that, she would give his head a cruel shove, letting it bounce off the mat free from her grip.

[Teenwrestler]

It was now Daichi's turn to take some punishment. After having a bright start against Madison, he was finding himself in a bit of a pickle at the moment. She had him trapped quite well in the camel clutch, bending him back and putting pressure on him. Still, he was quite the resilient young man and would not give up so easily. Going through tough times was just part of the job in the ring, but those who persevere and fight through the pain are the ones who ultimately are successful. That is exactly what Daichi was prepared to do as he would fight his way out of the submission. First prying her fingers off his chin before rising up to his knees.

The crowd seemed to get behind him, clapping and cheering him on. They weren't against Madison either and would cheer both of them with one section rooting for Daichi to escape while the other for Madison to keep her dominance. Suddenly, she thrust her hips downwards to his back and in that sudden jerking motion, Daichi would fall flat on his belly once more. Moaning in pain, he felt his hair being gripped rather aggressively. "AH! But...why! I haven't done anything to you! AHHHH" he yelled as she yanked his hair before slamming his face into the mats three times, before releasing the grip on his hair and shoving his face away from her.

The crowd would actually boo Madison at that, and those jeers were quite audible. Meanwhile, Daichi would slowly crawl toward the nearest set of ring ropes and grab the bottom ropes while trying to slowly push himself back up to his feet. "Hah...Hah..." he panted, his tanned body coated in a light sheen of sweat.

[Parker]

Madison rose smoothly from her seat on his spine, dusting her palms across her hips as she watched Daichi drag himself along the canvas. Each inch he clawed toward the ropes drew a curl to her lip, the crowd’s rallying cheers only sweetening the sight of his struggle.

Rather than let him slip away, she shadowed him step for step, not a pursuer, but a hunter walking her quarry down. By the time his fingers hooked the bottom rope and his body strained to rise, she was already looming close.

“You're almost there, just a little more.She purred, though there was no kindness in it.

As Daichi tried to stand, Maddie shoved forward, using both hands to guide his torso halfway through the ropes. In the same motion she dropped her knee square into the center of his back, trying to him down against the middle rope. His throat pressed tight into the cable, his body bowed awkwardly between ring and ringside. Madison wound lean in with her full weight, forcing the rope to bite into his windpipe as she balanced elegantly on one leg.

The crowd broke into jeers, their disapproval rumbling as she ground him down against the steel-core ropes. Normally the referee’s count would have saved him, a five to force a break. But tonight, in a submission match, the ropes offered no salvation.

Maddie tilted her chin with imperious grace, letting her emerald eyes sweep the audience as though daring them to complain louder. Her free hand traced daintily along Daichi’s shoulder, a parody of gentleness as she pressed her knee harder into his back, choking her as deeply as she could.

“No escape, darling,” she murmured over his ear, her voice sharp as a knife’s edge. “Not from me, not from these ropes. If you want relief, you’ll have to earn it.”

[Teenwrestler]

Perhaps the facade of her nice and noble woman in the ring was fading away. She didn't really care about the jeers that the crowd threw at her, even accepting them almost. While Daichi would drag himself towards the ropes, Madison would stalk him from behind. She allowed him to get to the ropes, thinking he would be safe and that the ropes would aid him in his quest to get back up to his feet. Once he grabbed the bottom ropes and pushed himself upwards, she lunged in to push him forward while driving her knee into his back.

The strike caused him to slump forward against the middle rope, with his throat pressed against the ropes and his body half dangling towards the apron while his lower on the canvas. Her knee continued to press against the back of his neck as she used the ropes to choke him out. Her finger traced along his shoulder, a subtle hint of cockiness while she mocked him about there being no escape.

Daichi coughed, gagged and moaned in pain. His legs thrashing about and arms waving about aimless as he tried to bring his hands towards the ropes to grip them tightly while his legs tried to kick and/or sweep at her one standing leg. With the use of his hand on the ropes, he tried to push backwards and somehow make her let go, before she could choke him out!

[Parker]

Madison leaned into the ropes, her knee pressed between his shoulder blades as she forced him down across the middle strand. The choke was ugly but effective, and she held it with a hard set to her jaw. She wasn’t smiling this time, she wasn’t playing it up for herself or the crowd. This was about control, plain and simple, making sure Daichi didn’t wriggle free before she was ready.

Still, his thrashing made it difficult. One of his wild kicks clipped her ankle, and Maddie lurched forward, catching herself on the top rope with both hands. For a second, her balance wavered, but she steadied, leaning in heavier than before and only making the choke worse by accident.

“Stubborn little-” she muttered under her breath, her voice tight with irritation.

Daichi braced, his hands gripping the ropes hard as he shoved backward with all the strength he could muster. The jolt rocked her loose. Madison let go, forced off the ropes, and fell onto her back with a grunt, nearly toppling head over heels in a tumble.

She didn’t linger. With a sharp roll to her side, Maddie slipped under the ropes and dropped to the ringside floor, her boots hitting the padded ground with a soft thump. She exhaled and ran a hand through her blonde hair, brushing it back as she gathered herself.

The crowd booed, but she ignored it. Let them. Better to reset on her own terms than let Daichi catch her off guard on the ground again. Her pride was worth more to her than her image after he had embarrassed her so thoroughly.