Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Dr. Mina Takemi

[Teenwrestler]

In absolute and utter disbelief, Daisuke was forced down onto his knees by the MILF wrestler and had he not pulled away she might have gone all the way and pushed him down on his back. Despite his manly bravado, chiseled body and arrogance it was the more experienced female wrestler who managed to use her experience and strength to out-grapple the prince. Now, Daisuke was forced to scamper away and take shelter in the corner turnbuckle whilst glaring in shock at Mina, who taunted and teased him for the way he acted.

Daisuke would glare at her, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists in anger and frustration. He still did not want to believe that she could actually be this good in wrestling. Perhaps it was a fluke or maybe he just hadn't had his footing right? Daisuke was willing to take his chances, his manly pride was hurt and there was no way he was going to accept that.

"Tch, we are going again!" There's no way....I-I was just not ready." he said getting up on his feet and adjusting his briefs. Without, warning Daisuke would rush at Mina and raise his arms up looking to engage another grapple with her. Daisuke hoped the sheer suddenness and momentum would help carry him through his mission to try and pin her in the corner as they went for round #2 in the grapple.

[SuckerPunch]

It was clear that the man's pride had been wounded. He was frazzled and eager to prove himself. And Mina intended to play on that embattled pride. "Sorry honey. Loser's don't get second dates." She winked and blew Daisuke a kiss as she prepared to receive his second attempt at affections.

Daisuke sought to lock up and Mina braced herself for it. Her legs squared and spread. Her stance low. Her arms out and fingers spread. Despite her words it looked like she was going to grant him a second shot. That was until he reached her!

She stepped into him with her right leg! Her left shoulder downturned and that same arm swung upwards! Her bicep would collide roughly between his legs, lifting him upward with surprising strength! Her palm would slap against the small of his back forcing him forward and off-balance! Meanwhile her right arm would catch his forward momentum and use it to send him skyward!

Mina converted Daisuke's attempt to run into a lock-up into a power slam! The pair became like a tornado as she spun him head over heels before crashing to the canvas! Her tits ballooned against his bare chest as her weight crashed down upon him with shocking skill and power!

[Teenwrestler]

There was no way his manly pride could ever survive being embarrassed like that. Challenging her to the grapple was meant to be a sure shot victory of his yet somehow not only did Dr. Takemi managed to hold him off but ultimately out-grapple him down to his knees and force him to retreat, scampering away. Realizing that he had just been out-grappled by his female opponent, Daisuke glared at her in disbelief before rising back up on his feet and quickly brushed off Mina's success by suggesting that he was not ready and that they should engage in another grapple.

Going at her once more, this time the MILF wrestler was not interested in testing herself against the male. Instead, she would keep her stance low and wait for him to get near and when he did she would go down low and grab his leg, using his momentum against him to lift him up off the mat and swing him around, slamming him down on his back to counter his attempted lock up and turning into a powerslam!

"Guuuughhh!" Daisuke cried out in pain. The prince bridged up and clutched the small of his back, moaning in pain before rolling over onto his side whilst stunned at the events of what just happened.

[SuckerPunch]

Daisuke hit the mat with enough force to bounce both of them off the canvas! Her heavy breasts mushroomed against his bare chest, flattening warmly atop him. When they settled Daisuke rolled away in pain and Mina postured up onto one knee. "Ara ara. And here I thought we were meant to be having a wrestling match." She clicked her tongue in cynical amusement as she postured back to her feet.

She began to dust off her hands as she stalked towards the downed man. "Who would have expected that they would have set me up with a cute little sandbag like yourself. You're getting off on being destroyed, aren't you?" She leaned forward, her heavy cleavage hanging over his face as she pressed her fists into her hips. "That's the only way anyone could possibly be this weak. You're just letting me beat you up because you're a pervert, aren't you?"

She grinned then. "We both know any man worth his salt would have -no- problems beating up a poor, weak, defenseless woman like myself. Isn't that right?" Her grin faded and her eyes narrowed. She wasn't going to let him off easy. And she was making that clear. She was going to break him body and mind. All a punishment for his misguided views on women.

[Teenwrestler]

Perhaps the wrestling prince had massively underestimated Takemi, the initial grapple battle should have given it away but Daisuke persisted on the idea that there was no way he could ever be out-wrestled by a woman such as Mina Takemi who was way out of her prime (although looked in perfect physical shape). When offering her a chance for a re-match at the grapple battle, Takemi knew better than to engage in Daisuke's offer and would instead slam him down on his back in a simple power slam to display her power and technique.

Being slammed down on the mat left the prince reeling, clutching his back and moaning in pain. He attempted to get some distance but remained on his back. Takemi would soon approach him, hands on her hips proudly displaying her body while towering over the prince and giving him a harsh telling off. The prince, none too pleased, glared up at the woman with his teeth gritted in anger before rolling over onto his belly while facing her feet.

"Tch, you talk too much..." he growled, reaching out to grab her ankles with his hands and yank at them in an attempt to bring her down on her back. If it worked, the prince would quickly begin to straddle her waist to mount her before scooting forward and attempting to stuff his brief clad crotch against her mouth and nose for a facesit smother, further solidifying the fact that she really needed to keep that mouth of hers shut while also cutting her ability to take in fresh air.

[SuckerPunch]

She was confident that the boy was a pathetic masochist. A man who wanted the Motherweight to simply dominate and claim him. But she was shocked when he grabbed her ankles! "Oro?" The sound a reflex to her surprise and a moment later her feet were whipped out from under her!

*Thud!* She hit the mat hard! The back of her head bounced off of it and dazed her slightly. She'd let her guard down. She'd had control since the start of the match and had made presumptions that led her to her current predicament. "Ungghhh..." She moaned despite herself as Daisuke settled himself upon her hips.

A moment later he scooted up her body. His hips sliding up her torso. His barely clad manhood grinding along the thing green fabric of her leotard. Her eyes fluttered as she felt him slide up the center of her breasts. The valley of her cleavage trapped him only for a moment before he came out the other side.

"H-hey!Mmnf!" her protestations were cut short as his manhood fell over her airways! Lifegiving oxygen was replaced by the lewd smell of his speedo-covered cock! It muffled her panting as she tried to breathe around him! The result was her hot, wet breath caressing him through his attire as he forcefully smothered her with his bulge. Her cheeks reddened with shameful heat as her senses were filled with his taste!

[Teenwrestler]

The confidence of Mina was taken down a notch. The MILF wrestler stood infront of the downed prince and took too long to press on her advantage and her cocky attitude would be her undoing. Taking advantage, Daisuke would take Dr. Takemi down on her back by making her trip and before she could react he would straddle her waist and scoot up to shove her mouth and nose with his brief clad crotch for a surprising face sit smother. Grinning down, the wrestling prince would clamp his thighs tight to the side of Takemi's head, really forcing her head to stay in place while his crotch was stuffed against her face.

Wriggling his hips, Daisuke leaned forward and even cupped his hands over Mina's face to really seal the deal just in case there was any room to breathe. "How do you like this? I'm sure a middle-aged woman is lucky to be wrestling a prince such as myself." he grinned while looking down on her. Rocking his hips back and forth, Daisuke demanded that Mina would submit.

"Come on Takemi, just give up....you're outta the game" he chuckled.

[SuckerPunch]

Her focus was gradually returning. Her blurry line of sight allowed her to see the world with more clarity by the second. Unfortunately, all she could see was the perverts ridiculous speedo!

"MMNF!" She let out a sound of smothered frustration. Equal parts anger and disappointment. Her head was rocked back and forth by his unsubtle humping. Each thrust forcing more of his fabric sheathed sword deeper into her mouth. His attire ensured that he wouldn't reach the back of her throat, but she was choking all the same. Especially when he placed his hands over her face, blocking off her nostrils. A part of her felt it was a mercy, she could no longer smell him... But his taste was inescapable!

Her breathing was becoming shorter. More labored. Her eyes were beginning to tear up as her lungs started to burn from deprivation. She'd been here before, sadly. Though it was always at the hand of the farer sex. She let her eyes flutter closed. A sign of submission perhaps. And then she'd suddenly throw her body to the right. An attempt to roll onto her knees and dismount him!

It wouldn't result in her freeing herself. Even if she could put him upon his back, his thighs were still clamped tight around her head. She was still slowly suffocating on his cock. But if she was able to reverse the positions then she'd be able to work onto her knees. And then her feet. And then begin to posture up.

"Ugggllhhh" Her moaning was slowly becoming a faded gurgling as she began to shamelessly drool about his manhood. Darkness was creeping into the corners of her vision. The glass of her consciousness was slowly developing the spider-web cracks of asphyxiation. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. But as she did, she'd pull him bodily into the air upon her shoulders! As she began to lose feeling in her extremities, she'd make this last ditch effort at retaking control of the match!

She was too tired to protect him. And so if he didn't let go, he would be subjected to a merciless and brutal release powerbomb. The Diagnosis.

Spoiler

[Teenwrestler]

Finally taking control of this match and shutting the Doc's mouth (quite literally) Daisuke was more than happy with his current position seated atop of the very overqualified wrestler that he was facing today. He would grid his hips and wiggle them, forcing his brief clad manhood against the mouth and nose of his opponent to smother her out. Forcing her to feel and fill her nostrils with the scent of his briefs while forcing in no fresh air to breathe at all. All he was treated to was her muffled groans while she tried to escape but the more she struggled it seemed the more she would weaken.

Or so it seemed until she would use the last bit of air she had in her lungs and catch her second wind, looking to force her way back up on her feet while latching onto his legs to make sure she would hoist him up on her shoulders whilst she would get back up on her feet. Daisuke's eyes now widened in surprise and shock as he was hoisted up on her shoulder while she was up.

"W-wait, nonono stop" he said before being mercilessly dumped onto his back for a release powerbomb. "AAARRGHHHH" Daisuke screamed out his legs folded over his head before straightening up and falling flat on the ring mats. Daisuke would lay there on his back, arms and legs spread wide and totally overwhelmed by that counter.

[SuckerPunch]

The battle back to her feet had been difficult. Her breath had nearly run out and she wasn't sure her pride could have taken too much more damage either. The arrogant man had seen fit to thrust himself within her lips and there was no way to avoid having her tongue brush against him through his turgid speedos. Her attempts to breathe resulted in her lips pulling upon his length and caressing it with her mouth. The moment just before the moves completion had even resulted in feeling him bump briefly against the back of her throat. Before rejoining LAW it had been some time since she'd tasted a man. Now it had been two in a relatively short timespan.

The power bomb was executed with avenging brutality! All of their combined weight was put into smashing him into the earth! His cock came free from her breathless mouth with an almost comedic pop. What was not funny was the pile of man that Daisuke had become after being decimated by the maneuver!

Mina similarly fell to her hands and knees coughing and hacking as her lungs finally filled once more with life giving oxygen. The position left her looming over the man's crotch. Saliva dripped from her open mouth and fell upon him. She panted and gasped inches from him, her erratic hot breath tickling against him.

But once her chest swelled with air once more... Her muscles tensed and her eyebrows knit in terrible anger. She'd recovered... But... Had Daisuke?