Misaki Toyoda vs Trent Masters-III (the final lap)

[Teenwrestler]

The Masterpiece gave Misaki exactly what she wanted, a tough competition between two friends, two rivals, without holding anything back. Trent had her in a bearhug for quite a while now and he figured if she won't submit, she would have to pass out. He did his best to make sure their bodies were up close and personal, allowing him to squeeze her as hard as his strength could muster.

To her credit, the Ace was defiant in her approach of escape. She would wriggle and squirm, refusing to give up to Trent. "Even you have your limits Misaki, there's no shame in losing to the better wrestler tonight, just give you cant escape" Trent would say, shaking her around more and more, squeezing her still.

Misaki would then go for a unorthodox approach, using the shaking to her advantage, Miskai would shake her head allowing her long, beautiful hair to whip against Trent's face, distracting him and tickling him just enough so her struggling would allow her to break free. With that, his grip loosened up and Misaki managed to slip free!

"Nrgh no way" Trent gasped.

[Arjuna]

Thanks to Misaki's quick thinking of using her hair to distract Trent, she managed to escape the bearhug after squirming, and she staggered away from Trent as she gasped and caught her breaths. Her body still throbbed from being squeezed earlier, but she knew that she could recover from this as she would focus on Trent.

"It's my turn now!" Misaki exclaimed as she would move away from Trent, rushing towards the ropes behind her so that she could rebound from them, giving her more momentum as she would rebound to Trent. As she drew closer, she would make use of her momentum to leap up and try to hook her arm around his body, hoping to send him down onto the mat with a slingblade!

[Teenwrestler]

The Masterpiece was focused on getting Misaki to submit by the bearhug submission. He was really squeezing her with all his might, grinding her sweaty frame against his own. Misaki, to her credit, persevered and did not give up. Many would even use some cheap hairpulls, smothers and knee strikes to get out but the Ace wanted to power her way out which was not working for her. She would use her hair to distract the Masterpiece which tickled his face and distract him just enough to loosen the hold, that and the scent of her beautiful hair was enough to mesmorize him for just a second.

Misaki managed to break free and move away from Trent before bouncing off the ring ropes and sprinting at him before leaping up high in the air ad hook her arm around his body and twist, slamming him down on his back with a slingblade.

"Gaaahhh!" he cried out as his body slammed hard against the mat.

[Arjuna]

Using a slingblade on Trent, Misaki would quickly get herself onto her knees before pushing herself back up onto her feet, brushing aside some stray strands of hair off of her forehead. Huffing, she looked at Trent and thought that she could take advantage of this. Making sure that Trent was on his back, she would grab him by his legs before attempting to flip him over onto his stomach, placing herself onto his back while still holding onto his legs so that she could put him into a Boston crab.

"Haa... alright, here we go..." Misaki said as she would plant her shapely butt right on Trent's upper back, completing the set up for the Boston crab. She would yank his legs, applying pressure on his legs and spine. The hold might be a basic one, but no one could deny its effectiveness.

[Teenwrestler]

The quick and effective slingblade would knock Trent off his perch and send him down on his back. He let out a loud groan on the impact of the move before a more smaller moan whilst he was down on his back and trying to recover. Misaki was now looking to turn the match back in her favour, quickly getting back up on her knees and then onto her feet. The Ace would brush some of the stray stands of her sweaty hair sticking to her face before grabbing his legs.

Trent didn't offer much resistance at first and it was only when he was flipped over onto his belly, did he realize where this was going. The exhausted Ace would straddle his butt with her own before tucking his legs under her armpit and stretching his legs backwards, bending him in a "C" like position.

"Arrghh!!! Ahhhhh I-it hurts" he would moan. The Masterpiece would pass his hands through his hair, bearing the pain before trying to crawl forward towards the ropes, stretching his arms as far as they can whilst crawling on his belly to get to the nearest ring ropes. With one hand he would reach back to grab at her ankles, tugging at them to try and dis-balance her.

[Arjuna]

Now that Misaki managed to trap Trent in the camel clutch, she would focus on weakening her in order to give her a bigger chance to win in this match. But the man was quite tenacious as he began to drag himself towards the ropes before he went to grab at her ankle, tugging at it which made it hard for the Ace to keep her balance. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to maintain the hold while Trent was doing that, Misaki decided to relinquish the hold, getting herself off of him, stepping away from him as she would regain her bearing.

"Come on..." Misaki said, gesturing at him to get back up. "I can do this whole night, you know?" She said rather confidently as she would wait for Trent to get back up and bring back the fight to her.

[Teenwrestler]

Misaki had locked in a pretty mean camel clutch, the Masterpiece was really being tested to the limits as the Ace would stretch his body in the submission. Her beautiful hands had cupped his chin whilst she mercilessly pulled back on his head mercilessly. Not wanting to submit to her yet, Trent would use his determination and will power to drag him towards the ropes while tugging at her ankle all the way to dis-balance his opponent as best as he could.

Before he could get to the ropes for the break, Misaki herself decided to let him go and quickly get back up from his back. Still enthusiastic and pumped, the Ace would beckon her male rival to bring it to her, gesturing with her hands to get back up on his feet. The Masterpiece would grit his teeth, slowly getting back up on his own feet as he panted a bit.

"Hah...so can I Misaki-san. Fine, you asked for it" he said, lunging in at her and attempting to deliver a quick clothesline to try and knock her down.

[Arjuna]

Beckoning Trent to come to her, Misaki already had a plan of her own as she watched him. Seeing him coming closer to her with the intention of hitting her with a clothesline, Misaki would duck as she would move forward, avoiding the clothesline as she would move towards the ropes, pivoting just in time when she hit them in order to rebound back to him.

She planned to use the momentum of her rebound to get back to him so that she could hit him with a running dropkick, leaping up and bringing both her boots right at his body, looking to knock him down with it. It was just a simple maneuver, but she knew that if done correctly, she could bring even the mightiest opponent down with it.

[Teenwrestler]

Trent was getting fired up, Misaki would really try to goad him into bringing everything he had and it was working. The fired up Masters would get back up on his feet, sweaty and panting. Despite he just managed to get free from a painful Boston Crab submission he couldn't ignore Misaki's demands to come at her. Lunging in for the clothesline, Misaki would duck under his attempt and most past him towards the ropes.

"Whoa?!" he exclaimed a bit caught off guard by the speed of his opponent. By this time, Misaki had already bounced off the opposite set of ring ropes and came back towards Trent. The Masterpiece turned around and just as he did, Misaki leaped up high and smacked his chest with a running drop kick. "Arrrghh" he cried out loud as he fell down on his back, clutching his chest and moaning in pain.

[Arjuna]

Hitting Trent with a dropkick to his chest after sending him rebounding from the ropes, Misaki would quickly get herself back onto her feet. She would look at her opponent, huffing a little as she would stand over him and bend over, somehow making it quite a show by displaying her ample backside for the crowd as she would then pick her opponent back up onto his feet.

"We're not quite done yet, you know?" Misaki informed her opponent cheekily as she would grab onto Trent midsection. The muscles of her arms tensed as she would exert her strength before attempting to lift him up and throw him to the side with a side slam. While Trent might be bigger than her, Misaki wasn't one to be limited by her size as she would make use of her strength to throw her opponent around.