Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Dr. Mina Takemi

[Teenwrestler]

In an instant Daisuke's throne was toppled over. His facesit smother intending to humiliate and drive Mina into unconsciousness failed when the female wrestler would show immense strength and determination to counter his move and drop him down onto his back in a brutal release powerbomb. The slam left the prince winded out, dazed and confused. In just a few moments his world was turned upside down and Takemi and forcefully broken out of his submission hold thanks to an impressive powerbomb.

Both wrestlers were now down and out, Mina was recovering from the smother submission while Daisuke was still howling in pain and clutching his lower back. It took them a few moments to recover but unfortunately for the prince, it seemed that is adversary had recovered faster than him. Mina would shift up onto her hands and knees, breathing heavily before glancing over the downed prince with an angry glare.

Meanwhile, Daisuke shifted over onto his side and tried to crawl over towards the ropes to get some distance from her.

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"Oh no you don't." She growled as Daisuke began his escape. She was still on a knee when her right hand flashed out and took hold of Daisuke's ankle. "I bet you felt like real big man, didn't you?" Her fingers pressed so tightly into his flesh that her knuckles went white. It was as if she was trying to crush his bones with sheer grip strength. An impossible feat to be sure. But it hurt and sent a message. And that message was that she wasn't done with him yet.

If she was able to successfully drag Daisuke back she would return to a full stand for just a moment. Just long enough for her to turn her back to the belly-down man and grab his other leg. A moment later she would sink down, her full weight collapsing butt-first onto the small of his back.

"How's your back feeling after my power bomb?" She'd ask snidely as she hooked his feet under her arms. There was no mistaking the position she was in, a Boston Crab. And if Daisuke didn't have an answer, she would begin to lean back! Curving his lower back into a C while straining his hips! And to add humiliation to suffering, it left his legs spread and his speedo isolated. There was no denying the state of his arousal, if... He was so undisciplined.

[Teenwrestler]

It was certainly quite an impressive counter, out of nowhere as well which really caught the wrestling prince off guard. Regardless, Dr. Takemi had managed to escape the humiliating hold and instead ended up powerbombing the prince down hard onto the ring mat. Immediately, Daisuke would turn over onto his belly and attempt to escape towards the ropes but found his ankle being grabbed and was stopped dead in his track. "Ughh...Tch, damn you! Let go" he growled, looking to pull his leg away but in the end was unable to break free.

Mina pulled Daisuke back towards her, grabbing his second leg as well after she had gotten back up on her feet. The female wrestler quickly sat on the small of his back and tucked his arm under her armpit. It was obvious what she was up to, Daisuke tried to crawl forward but it was too late and Mina began to pull his legs back to curl his body into a C like position to trap him in a Boston Crab. His brief clad crotch was being stretched, making his arousal rather too prominent.

"ARRGHHHHHH" he yelled in pain but shook his head to refuse to give up. Daisuke reached back to grab his foe's ankles, looking to tug at them to try and disbalance her while he tried to shake around to topple her.

[SuckerPunch]

"Let go?" She cooed with amusement. "Make me."

She pulled mightily upon the man's ankles! The Boston Crab applied terrible strain upon the victim's hips and lower back! Mina's weight trapped his upper body and ensured that there would be no distribution of agony; no relief other than escape!

"Ara ara, that's a nice sound you're making. Let's hear more of your cute, submissive voice, hm?" She cooed again. Taunting and emasculating him as he defied her hold. He wasn't going to submit at this stage... He'd made that clear. And it was doubly so as he reached back to grab at her ankles.

His pull threw her off balance slightly. Enough to allow him to edge a bit closer to the ropes and to force her to relinquish one of his legs to catch herself!

She found herself reseated upon her bucking bronco with only one of his legs in control. A half-crab. It wasn't as painful of an experience... However, it did leave one of her hands free.

She ran her fingernails down Daisuke's arched leg. Teasing at his calf, knee, and inner thigh. They danced along his skin drawing ever closer to his undeniable arousal.

"Such a naughty boy! Disobedient and-... What's this?" She asked as her hand drew near the edge of his slight attire.

He could feel the heat of her skin as it neared his manhood. He could feel how close each of her fingers were, hovering, teasing, and suggesting. And when finally he got to feel her touch...

"Ara araaaa..."

-It was as she bent her middle finger and roughly rapped that single knuckle against his crotch! A cruel, punishing attack. It was equal parts painful and threatening! He was exposed. Vulnerable. And she was a demon!

[Teenwrestler]

Once again, the wrestling prince found himself in a less than favourable position. Mina had him trapped in a Boston Crab submission, his body was bent into a "C" like position with his crotch near her face. She could see that Daisuke was a little 'excited' down there with the obvious bulge in his package and she would use that against him. It was natural to feel this way but no doubt it was embarrassing especially against an opponent who would use that against a male wrestler.

Mina would continue to tug his legs until Daisuke reached back to grab her ankles, yanking at them while he squirmed on his belly. The result was that Daisuke managed to make her let go of one his legs while he crawled towards the ring ropes to grab a hold of them to get that rope break he so desired at the moment. While he got ever so close, he felt her fingernails scratch his arched legs to tease him before her hungry eyes caught site of his briefs.

She began to press the knuckle of her middle finger against his crotch in a brutal hold. "Argh w-what the hell?! Guugh s-stop that" Daisuke protested hoping the referee would intervene. Daisuke continued to crawl forward, his outstretched hand managed to grab hold of the bottom rope.

[SuckerPunch]

The "Wrestling Prince" struggled endlessly against her single leg crab. He continued to crawl towards the ropes, unabated by the increased tension it put on his hip, nor by Mina's weight upon the small of his back. It became clearer and clearer with every passing second that he wasn't about to surrender to this hold. "Shame." She uttered in acknowledgement of the thought.

The finger that threatened his manhood hovered ominously. It's placement had meant to be threatening. To make him question his struggle. But it had proven ineffective. His heart was praiseworthy. And for his efforts he was rewarded with the ability to take hold of the ropes.

"BREAK!" Cried the ref girl.

"More's the pity." Mina frowned as she dropped the man's leg dismissively. She rose slowly, eloquently from his back and moved to the center of the ring.

"Come on then, back to your feet. I think the audience has heard you whine enough, don't you?" She folded her arms under her heaving breasts and awaited Daisuke to reset.

The fight had been reset to neutral.

[Teenwrestler]

Getting close, inches away from the ring ropes, Daisuke had struggled long and hard in the single legged Crab to get to the point that he was so close to the ring ropes. The pain in his leg was becoming unbearable now not to mention that Mina kept teasing his brief clad manhood with the touch of her finger only to teasingly entice the wrestling prince and play with his manly emotions. In the end, he managed to drag himself to the ring ropes which earned him the rope break that he was looking for. Dr. Takemi would release the hold, dropping his leg before rising back up to her feet and moving back to the middle of the ring.

Huffing and puffing, the sweaty prince would grab the ropes with both hands and drag himself close to them-almost clinging onto them to make sure the break kept them apart. He would turn his head back, watching Mina stand in the middle of the ring with her arms under her chest while she demanded that Daisuke would get back to his feet. "Tch, you arrogant old woman" he growled, getting back up to his feet. Dai would adjust his briefs before raising his arms up, walking towards the middle of the ring to meet his foe.

He would lunge in, looking to restart this bout with another grapple battle. "Hyyyahh" he roared, looking to clinch against his opponent.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina huffed in disapproval as she watched Daisuke clamber to his feet. The hold she had trapped him in had surely sapped him of some of his strength. Not to mention the damage he'd taken from the downstairs distracting she had taken upon herself to subject him to.

Daisuke eventually got to his feet in no small thanks to Mina's grace period. But in the wake of his climb to his feet he opened his mouth and let spill some truly venomous words.

Mina's eyes went wide as if she had been struck in the heart. Her chin dropped, leaving her mouth agape. She was frozen, as if she'd stared Medusa right in the face.

When Daisuke approached she offered no movement. And when he lunged, she didn't respond!

As his palms took control of her shoulders she slid backwards from the push. The first sign of resistance.

"O-o-old woman!" She growled as her teeth gnashed and her eyes narrowed.

"OLD WOMAN!?" She all but screamed. Seething.

Her fists balled at her sides, still not challenging Daisuke's grappling. For all intents and purposes, he had control of her upper body.

Her right fist blasted up in between them! Driving into his stomach! So angry was she that he could -swear- her fist was searing his flesh upon contact. Or perhaps that was simply her grotesque strength being amplified by her matriarchal rage...

[Teenwrestler]

Once again the pair were ready to throw down, Daisuke was weary of this old woman being able to hang with him in the ring and wanted to test her grappling skills once more. This time, Mina also seemed to enjoy the idea of locking up with her male opponent after the two had a back and forth encounter earlier. As the two got ready to lock up, Daisuke's usual taunts ensued but this time they hit Mina right where it would hurt her. The mature woman would stand still, even when Daisuke charged at her and grappled her. His hands grabbed her shoulder and he would push back but there was no resistance, instead she would repeat his words once and then again but this time with a scream.

"W-what the hell?!" Daisuke said in surprise, not sure what trance had shrouded Mina. It all became clear though, when she would clench her fists and send a hard first into his belly. "OOOOUUUFFFFFFF" Daisuke cried out, spittle flew off his mouth and the wind was knocked out of him as he folded over in front of her. The pain was immense and he even involuntarily fell down to his knees while having his own arms wrapped around his belly.

"*Cough* Guuugh....j-just who are you?!" he hissed, not sure where that power came from just now.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina watched Daisuke drop to his knees. And contrary to expectation, it only made her angrier.

Her fist balled so tightly that her knuckles crackled. Her eyebrows knit so tight that it made her features more angular and striking.

"Who am I!?" She growled as her right hand lashed out take hold of his hair. She would draw him upwards and onto his feet with one hand. The veins in her biceps bulging as she summoned strength that was unnecessary for the task at hand. Her fist clenched on his hair so hard that it would feel as if she was going to pull it out, roots and all. She continued to draw him upwards until his toes left the canvas.

"Just!" She barked as she drove her right fist into his already bruising belly.

"Some!" Another.

"Old!" ANOTHER!

"WOMAN!" The final piston like blow was delivered to his face with enough force to separate her grip from his hair.