L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

His efforts were in vain, no matter how much he pushed and shoved the inevitable that was Sasha winning came. The wrestling prince confidence was boosted initially when he was in a stalemate but as time went on in the grapple, Sasha would soon take control and would slowly push him back step by step until he was finally pushed all the way into the corner. His back pressed against it and Sasha would grind her toned, sweaty figure against his front to keep him pinned in the corner for as long as he was stubborn enough to not break the grapple. For a moment he refused to do so, continuing to push and use his legs to somehow take a step but in the end he would admit defeat and break away from the grapple to raise his hands up in the air.

Not one to shy away from words, Daisuke sought to undermine her victory by throwing in a taunt or two which Sasha would simply giggle and have a cheeky taunt of her own. She did have a good point, he did challenge her right when she was done working out and with close quarter grappling what else did he expect? No later than a few seconds after her playful taunt she would back up to the middle of the ring with her hands on her hip and offered a more interesting challenge.

"Hm? Is that right?" Daisuke would say, intrigued by the proposition as he walked towards her slowly until the two were close and he would lightly touch his forehead against hers. " I say you are....on" he would whisper before suddenly looking to go behind her and attempt to wrap his arms around her waist for a waistlock, squeezing her tout mid-section.

Sasha was beginning to get the feeling that Daisuke was more bark than bite. Sure he put up a good front acting all confident and strong, as if he had almost no doubt in his mind that the blonde Hawaiian would lose to him and he would look the greatest. But when called out, or rather when it became completely obvious that his strength was lacking compared to Sasha’s. He would play it off and act as if it didn’t matter, but the giant could see just how much it mattered to him.

Why she had to hold him against the corner for a full minute until he finally said to that he had lost, even though his own rules stated that it was the moment one’s back hit the corner. Sasha had little doubt that if she had been pressed against the corner, he would have taken his win immediately. But Sasha was a nice girl and decided to rebuff the prince with a true spar instead of a test of strength. It looked like he was desperate to gain his dignity back because as soon as Sasha finished her sentence, her wrapped around behind her and put her in a waistlock.

”Whoa! Ngh! Not going to even wait for the bell are you? Just want to get right back into it huh? Well alright let’s go!” She shout as she would begin to pry at his arms, though she was having difficulty doing so. The wrestling prince had them locked tight and refused to let go. Her abdomen may have looked as if they were made of steel but they could still cave underneath enough pressure. Luckily Sasha wasn’t going to let that happen as she would bend low and grab onto Daisuke’s legs, lifting him up horizontally into the air. Before he would even have a chance to react, she would drop to the canvas in a sidewalk slam.

It seemed as if Sasha was catching up to the act of Daisuke. He was a cunning and prideful no doubt and given that he saw a rookie wrestler going out and about on her training session he figured she was the perfect person to try and goad into an easy win. Testing the waters with her first the initial grapple battle did not work out in his favour with Sasha's impressive physique proving to be more than just to be for show. Daisuke found that the hard way when he was totally out-classed in their collar and elbow tieup.

Things took an interesting turn when Sasha would offer him a chance at redemption by challenging him to a wrestling match. Daisuke would approach her slowly, accepting the challenging right away and starting it even sooner. Just after agreeing he would slip behind her and trap her in a waistlock. He would squeeze her body with all his might, his muscles bulging and teeth gritted in effort. No doubt, he felt her impressive abs whilst squeezing her body but at the same time was confident in a straight up wrestling match he could easily beat her.

That is until she would bend low to grab onto his legs and lift the prince up horizontally, carrying him. "W-what the? Urghh let go" he growled before getting what he wanted, being dropped down on his back in a sidewalk slam. "Gaaahh!" Daisuke cried out in pain, forced to relinquish his hold whilst he was slammed onto his back. He would clutch his back and bridge up, trying to roll away and get some distance in.

When Sasha offered Daisuke a chance at redemption with a spar instead of another test of strength. She did it mostly out of pity, she felt that she might’ve embarrassed the prince by beating him so quickly and not giving him a chance to really fight back. Not that he would have been able to really, but the blonde felt that maybe she should’ve acted like he did just so her win wouldn’t look so dominant. She had a feeling though that the prince would’ve been upset either way.

But what happened, happened and there was no going back. Especially when Daisuke decided to start the spar seconds after her offer left her mouth. Wrapping his arms around her waist in a waistlock, Sasha struggled for a moment before grabbing hold of the prince’s legs. From there she picked him up horizontally and before he even had a chance to recognize his position, dropped him in a sidewalk slam. She let go of him after so he could recover for a sec.

But that’s all he would get, as Sasha would then roll him onto his belly and sit on the small of his back. From that position it was easy to hook his arms over her thighs and then to finish off by grabbing his chin and yanking back! Locking in the camel clutch, Sasha would punish Daisuke’s back even further while forcing him to look up at her smirking face. ”You’re not going to tap out right? We had barely even begun and don’t forget it was you who started it.” she winked.

The wrestling prince figured that he was acting very clever when he started the wrestling match right after he had accepted the challenge. No doubt redemption was on his mind for being totally out-classed in the grapple and if he could manage a quick win in this wrestling match then surely he could call it even against the Hawaiian. However, his plan was foiled when Sasha picked him up in a almost cradle position before dropping him down on his back in a classic sidewalk slam. The prince groaned in pain, clutching his back while hissing.

The toned woman was not done yet, she would roll the prince over onto his belly before mounting on his back. "Tch?! What the? Get off" he growled, wriggling under her while kicking the ring mats wildly. Not long after, Sasha would grab Daisuke's arms and would yank them back to place them over her thighs before leaning forward to grab his chin and pull his head back. Daisuke was being bent in an awkward "C" like position, his head was forced to look up into Sasha's eyes who had a rather massy mouth and winked at him.

"Owww N-no" he said, refusing to give up. Shaking his arms loose, Daisuke would bring them down to wrap them around both of her feet. Attempting to get his knees under him, heaving in effort and starting to sweat now in the process, Daisuke attempted to slowly get back up on his feet with Sasha piggy-backing him. Once half way up, Daisuke would try to fall backwards, hoping to drop Sasha on her back with his weight crashing ontop of her.

Sasha sat on the small of Daisuke’s back and wasted no time in contouring his spine into a letter of the alphabet. Yanking back on his chin, the Hawaiian would pull as far as she could. She could feel his hair on the top of his head tickling her belly as he fruitlessly struggled to escape, forced to look up at Sasha smiling face as she smirked down at him. Her eyes twinkling with amusement.

On the side outside of the ring, Lewis looked on with an evil grin on his face. He was happy to see the smug man getting what was coming to him, shows him to not call a wrestlers manager short! Sasha probably didn’t see it that way as to her this was all a spar, but Lewis held a grudge. And right now he was seeing that grudge getting fulfilled as the wrestling prince became overwhelmed by Sasha’s strength.

But the prince refused to give in much to Sasha’s happiness and to Lewis’s annoyance. Instead he would force his arms off of the blondes thighs and begin to push off of the canvas. Sasha’s eyebrows quirked in confusion at the action until she felt her balance on Daisuke’s back shift. Before she realized what was happening, the prince had lifted her up slightly into the air by his back. He then proceeded to fall backwards and slam her onto the canvas, knocking the wind out of her.

It took a lot of effort and willpower but Daisuke managed to pull it off. He wasn't going to let this upstart rookie upstage him, even if it was in a private sparring environment. Plus, the short guy outside the ring was watching the match and losing infront of him would be embarrassing enough for the wrestling prince. Still, Sasha had managed to put him in a mean camel clutch which had put significant strain on his back but now it was time for Daisuke to respond. After slamming her down on her back, he would roll off her and get up on his knees next to her while clutching his lower back.

Flashing a grin to Lewis on the outside, he would grab a hold of Sasha's hair to pull her up to a seated position infront of him with her back facing him. Daisuke would lean halfway up to his feet before going back down and driving his knee into the lower back of his opponent before quickly clutching her chin with both of his hands, using his grip to pull her head backwards which also caused her back to grind against his knee.

"Just because you out-grappled me and have some strength in that body doesn't mean you can wrestle just as well. Just give up." he said leaning into her ear while continuing to pull her head backwards.

Sasha believed that she was in complete control, but she guessed she must’ve underestimated Daisuke’s determination. Or maybe it was just spiteful anger that was fueling him as he lifted the Hawaiian into the air and dropped her onto her bac, temporarily knocking the wind out of her. Before she had a chance to recover and roll away, she was grabbed by her blonde hair and forced into a sitting position.

From there she felt her sparring partner shift around her before driving his knee into her back. A pained gasp escaped her lips as she felt Daisuke’s hands wrap around her chin and yank her head back. The pull further grinded his knee against her spine, making Sasha groan in protest as Daisuke’s head lowered near her ear. She hear him whisper his demand to give up and Sasha swore that she could hear his smugness when he said he was the better wrestler.

”I don’t know why, but it sounds to me that someone’s a sore loser!” she grunted out before bringing her arms up to where she believed Daisuke’s head would be and try to yank him forward and off of her.

Confident in his wrestling ability to take a point for himself and his ego where it was shaken up by the initial loss in the grapple battle, Daisuke found himself in a better position having Sasha trapped in a painful chinlock submission. His hands clutched her chin with a firm grip, using said grip to wrench her head back causing his knee to really grind against her lower back.

Sasha was not enjoying this at all, however she took his words to be more painful than his actions and would respond in kind as well. The prince would huff out and roll his eyes at her comment. "Excuse me? I don't know what you are talking about Sasha. I haven't lost at all, that grapple battle meant nothing to me. Wrestling is more than just about pushing your opponent into the corner" he would explain, clearly trying to mask his damaged ego.

Things were about to turn into Sasha's favour though, she would bring her arms up to grab Daisuke's head and would yank him forward, flipping him over her shoulders to bring him down onto his back in front of the toned female. *SMACK*

"Gah! Owww" the wrestling prince cried out, popping up to a seated position infront of Sasha while clutching his back.

Even through the pain of her back getting bent, Sasha could detect the tone of someone trying to cover up their damaged ego with confidence and excuses. She’s seen it plenty of times in her lifting competitions and this was no different. Sasha was tempted to say more but she decided she should get out of her current situation before doing so. And that’s just what she did.

Reaching up, Sasha managed to snag onto Daisuke’s head. After that all it took was a mighty yank to pull him off and flip him in front of her. Her back aches slightly but she’s been through worse and the prince’s position was too good to pass up. Quickly crawling to her knees, Sasha would wrap her arms around Daisuke’s waist and pull him alongside her as she stood up completely.

”You know what. You’re absolutely right! Wrestling IS about more than just pushing someone into a corner! Thank you for reminding me Daisuke, allow me to show you my appreciation!” She shouted sarcastically as he lifted the prince slightly into the air in what looked to be a reverse bearhug. But that wasn’t the case as Sasha would then jump into the air and fling Daisuke behind her in an elevated German suplex. One that would shake the ring to its core with its impact!