Bitter Rivals

[Teenwrestler]

The two had developed a special love-hate relationship against each other. While they were physically attracted to each other's bodies, they hated each other as wrestlers. Daisuke and Ossi's tag team failure had really lead the two to resent each other which grew even more after Daisuke had lost a really close battle against the haughty Arab in their previous encounter. However, he was going to amend things tonight after he would physically and verbally make her admit that she refused to wrestle him any longer. Making his way to the middle of the ring, the prince offered the Heiress a chance to lock up and for a moment it appeared that she was going to take him up on his offer.

He grinned, she was as arrogant and foolish as ever to think she could ever out-wrestle the prince in a grapple. Her arms raised up but at the last moment the raven haired Arab beauty would side step and grab Daisuke's arm to twist it sideways and force him to bend forward as she trapped him in a nasty armlock submission.

"Ah! You coward! Can't wrestle me like a real woman huh? Owwww" he moaned before doing a short and quick roll forward to try and counter their positions. If it worked, the prince would quickly get back up on his feet after the short roll and grab Ossi's arm and take it behind her back, twisting it and pressing it high against her back for a hammerlock submission.

"I'll wrestle you all night if I have to!" he snarled.

[arktriumph]

Ossi laughed at Daisuke's complaints, relishing his words as she took swift control of their encounter, bubbling with confidence after the last embarrassing defeat she had inflicted upon her former partner. She cranked the armbar hard, looking to put further pressure on her foe early on.

"As if you can handle a real wom-AGGHH!" Ossi's reply was cut short as Daisuke rolled himself loose of the armbar, untwisting himself and turning the tables on the heiress. She let out a shrill gasp of frustration as he twisted her arm behind her back in a hammerlock.

"Nghh...no!" she cried, squirming in his grip, acutely aware of the proximity of the Wrestling Prince's body pressing close in behind her as he cranked the grip harder. Shaking her head and trying to stay focused, Ossi tried a counter of her own, attempting to twist her body sideways to unwind the submission and holding on to his arm until they stood facing each other.

If she succeeded, she would attempt a wild kick at Daisuke's midsection, hoping to do enough damage to break the grip and perhaps knock some of the wind from the Prince's sails.

[Teenwrestler]

No matter how many times the two openly admitted they despised each other, somehow the two would always end up together mostly in the back either arguing or inside the ring wrestling against each other. It would appear that both of them were destined to be together and compete on who had the worst record in LAW. After Ossi's clever trick, Daisuke found himself trapped in a armbar submission but the prince expertly reversed it into a hammerlock submission. He would press himself firmly against her back, wrenching her arm above her back in a unforgiving manner.

"I can handle you, does that qualify as handling a real woman?" he grinned mischievously behind her. Before he could continue taunting her, Ossi would twist her body to the side and unwind the submission but held onto Daisuke's arm to reverse his submission. In the end, she would turn around to face the prince while holding his arm and then unleashing a wild kick to his mid-section.

"Ouuuuufff" he cried out, winded out from that strike as he doubled over infront of his former partner.

[arktriumph]

Twisting herself from the hammerlock, Ossi felt a rush of satisfaction as her boot thumped Daisuke in the stomach, forcing her rival to double over as the breath was whacked out of him. His own arrogance always led him to underestimate her, the Prince's concentration always waning when faced with her beauteous frame. She smirked to herself - whatever other struggles she had in LAW, she always believed she could get the best of the so-called Wrestling Prince.

With Daisuke doubled over, Ossi quickly took the chance to press her advantage, bringing both hands together and slamming down hard on the Prince's back in an axe-handle strike. She hoped to knock him flat to the floor, and if she succeeded she would swiftly attempt to straddle her foe from behind, pressing him down face down on the canvas.

"The great wrestling Prince, beneath me again," Ossi sneered as she revelled in her dominant pose for the moment...

[Teenwrestler]

The two rivals traded submissions expertly in some chain wrestling but in the end it was the wrestling prince who found himself in trouble when Ossi would break free from the hammerlock submission and face the prince, driving her boot into his abdomen to force him to double over. Daisuke let out a loud groan while his arms wrapped around his belly and he attempted to stagger away but Ossi would press her advantage by bringing both of her hands together and slamming them down onto his back in a double axle hand strike.

"ARGH" he cried while falling down face first on the mats. Before he could push up on all fours, he would feel Ossi straddle his back while grabbing the back of his head to force his face down onto the canvas. "Nrghmfh!" he mumbled while kicking his legs wildly on the mats. "W-wretched woman, unhand your prince" he demanded as he tried to press his palms against the mats to push up on all fours. Daisuke tried to jerk to the left side suddenly, hoping to topple Ossi off his back and if it was successful he would attempt to quickly roll away from her and make his escape from the ring down onto the gym floor!

[arktriumph]

Ossi straddled Daisuke, revelling in pressing herself down on him and pinning the Prince to the canvas, his cries of protest music to her ears as their rivalry played out. She rolled her eyes at his petulant demands, but soon she found she was fighting to keep the hold in place. He pushed up off the canvas with Ossi still on his back as she shook from side to side to dislodge her.

Try as she might, she couldn't hold the struggling Prince in place indefinitely, his strength sufficient to throw her off to the right. Ossi let out a yelp of surprise and frustration as she hit the canvas, scrambling to her knees only to find that Daisuke had already rolled clear and slid out of the ring!

Scowling, the Arab beauty rose to her feet, stepping over to the ropes and leaning her arms across them as she stared down at the Wrestling Prince.

"Don't tell me the great Wrestling Prince is fleeing before me?!" she exclaimed, shaking her head mockingly. "Come Daisuke, get back in her and face me, you pitiful excuse for a wrestler!"

[Teenwrestler]

The double axel hand strike left Daisuke down onto all fours and Ossi would fix that by dropping her rear onto his back to bring him down completely. She would take a moment to enjoy being on top of the wrestling prince's back, taunting and posing over him. In response, he would push his palms against the ring mats to push back up to all fours and topple her off before scurrying away to exit the ring. Daisuke dropped down on the outside, taking a moment to catch his breath. "Darn that woman" he cursed under his breath before getting back up and facing the ring. He was about to get back in the ring but Ossi made it too easy for him, she would walk over towards the ring ropes and look down on him once again taunting him and demanding him to enter the ring.

"Hmph, I don't seem to remember agreeing to wrestle in the ring. The whole gym is our venue and we wrestle until one of us refused to wrestle any longer" he reminded as he reached out to grab her ankles and yank at them to make her trip down on her back. Once she was down, Daisuke pulled her out of the ring from under the ring ropes and make her face him on the outside. The prince would wrap his arms around her waist, looking to drive her back first into the ring apron!

[arktriumph]

Ossi smirked confidently as she looked down on Daisuke, lounging on the ropes as she mocked her former partner for fleeing the ring. She listened to his blustering response and rolled her eyes disdainfully. However, the overconfident heiress was not paying attention to her own positioning, and was completely unprepared for Daisuke's sudden attack as he grabbed her ankles!

"WAAHH!" the arrogant Arab yelped in surprise as her feet were yanked out from under her, leaving her to thud to the canvas flat on her back. Gasping with the impact, she found herself hauled out of the ring before she could recover, and Daisuke's strong arms encircled her trim waist in a tight squeeze. She wriggled momentarily, before she found herself being pushed backwards, with no leverage to fight back.

"Unnhh!" Ossi blurted as Daisuke rammed her back against the apron, her arms and legs flailing around aimlessly as the wind was driven from her. In a swift turn of events the Wrestling Prince had turned the tables, leaving her winded and vulnerable as she sagged in his tight grip.

[Teenwrestler]

Her arrogance, much like Daisuke's, was usually the cause of downfall. When she leaned onto the ropes, demanding Daisuke to get back in the ring while taunting him about it, Daisuke would grab her ankles and yank on them to drop her down on the ring mats before dragging her out. Once on the outside, Daisuke grapple her waist and drive her back first into the ring apron to soften her up. "Heh you were saying? I find this much more of a comfortable position to continue" he growled before letting her go and taking a step back.

While Ossi was still leaning on the ring apron, Daisuke would lick his palm and then unleash a stinging chest slap right across her tightly fitted sports bra to add insult and injury to the Syrian. Not done yet, the prince would grab her hair and drag her away from the ring towards the other side of the gym where there was wrestling mats, exercise machines, benches and a large mirror.

The prince would make Ossi face that mirror while he was behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck for a sleeperhold forcing her to watch her pain stricken face while he sapped away her strenght. "Submit! We have been going back and forth for far too long and this has to end. It has to be me or you.....now....submit!" he ranted.

[arktriumph]

Ossi gasped as Daisuke released her from the bearhug, leaving the Arab beauty slumped against the ringside as her foe mocked her. Her respite did not last long, however, as the Prince stepped forward once more to deliver a thunderous slap to Ossi's breasts beneath her tight sports bra!

"AUUUGH!" Ossi squealed in pain and shock, rocking back against the apron clutching at her chest. "How dare y-AGHH!" She didn't get to finish her statement as Daisuke grabbed her by the hair, dragging her away from the ring and through the nearby training apparatus before stopping in front of a mirror. Then she felt his arms close around her neck from behind in a chokehold and her eyes went wide in horror.

"GNGH!" Ossi gurgled as she was wrenched back in the sleeper hold, forced to look at herself in the gym mirror as Daisuke trapped her in place, stretching her nubile body upwards as he tried to make her submit. Their bodies ground together shamelessly and she shook her head in desperation, pawing at the grip around her neck as she tried to free herself. "GNNH! Never!" she managed through gritted teeth.

Then, opting for a different tactic than trying to escape through sheer strength, Ossi reached down behind her back and firmly grabbed a handful of Daisuke's bulging briefs, hoping to distract him long enough for her to slip free.