Bitter Rivals

[Teenwrestler]

The royal wrestling rivals continued their intense rivalry outside the ring, there were no real limits or rules of this wrestling match and it was only to end when one wrestler declared their acknowledgement of refusing to wrestle the other any longer. The action spilled outside the ring fairly quickly as Daisuke baited Ossi out of the ring and took back the advantage that he lost in the ring. After squeezing her body and unleashing a chest slap across her tight sports bra, he dragged the fight away from the ring to a set of nearby wrestling mats with a large mirror which was a set mainly used for Yoga. Daisuke trapped Ossi in a sleeperhold, squeezing her neck tightly with the use of his biceps while his front pressed up against her back.

"Submit I say" he growled in her ear while she refused. Instead, she wiggled around in his grip causing their frames to grind against each other rather suggestively before she would reach down to grab his crotch. "Ack?! W-what are you.....Tch" he said in protest as his grip loosened and allowed her to escape the submission with ease.

"I should have expected such tactics from you. Clearly you can't wrestle me like a real woman or wrestler" he said, raising his arms up once again while circling her on the mats.

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Ossi's irregular but calculated move had the desired effect as she grasped at Daisuke's package, quickly unsettling the wrestling prince and dislodging him from the hold. She spun away from him, facing the male wrestler with a devious grin.

"It's not my fault you cannot control yourself around me," she mocked as she too circled him, looking for an opening. "That might also explain why other women at LAW have such a good time with you."

Not waiting for his reply, Ossi would attempt a sudden charge, trying to grab Daisuke in a tight headlock and drag him down to the canvas, hopefully burying his face against the side of her bust as she did so to half-smother the Prince!

[Teenwrestler]

The former partners knew each other really well which is why this would really be a test for both of them. Ossi knew her prince's weakness, going straight for his package to give it a pat and a squeeze which was enough for him to let het go. The distraction proved to be effective and despite his accusations, Ossi did not really care how she got out of the hold as long as she was free from his clutches. "Tch, I can control myself around you. Don't be so ridiculous" he shot back as the two circled each other around.

He was now red faced in anger and embarrassment as Ossi continued to taunt him that he had difficulty with the rest of the women at LAW. Without waiting for his response, she darted in and wrapped her arm around his head pulling him down in a tight headlock to squeeze his head before flipping him over her hip and down onto the mats. "AHHH!" he gasped as he was now grounded with Ossi on top of him, trapping him a side headlock with her breasts partially smothering him.

"Mfmfmf!" he mumbled as he bucked his hips up, trying to curl his legs back towards her head to try and catch it in a headscissors to try and topple her off of him.

[arktriumph]

Ossi succeeded in taking the Wrestling Prince down to the canvas, relishing the feel of his face pressing against the side of her breast, his muffled cries like music to her ears.

However, revelling in that position, Ossi was not paying proper attention to the bucking motions of her opponent's body and as he wriggled around, loosening the hold, she was oblivious to his legs curling back to snap shut around her in a headscissor!

"NO-AGGH!" she blurted shrilly, instantly releasing her hold on him and failing around, only to be toppled from her dominant position and crash to the canvas with Daisuke's sweat-slick thighs clamped around her head. Suddenly his scent filled her nostrils and she could only writhe around in a panic, legs kicking as she twisted at the hip.

[Teenwrestler]

Both of them were very much aware of their strengths and weaknesses altogether. The pair wrestling made an interesting spectacle as the two wrestlers who struggled against most opponents actually did well against each other which could very well define their place at LAW and where they stand. Still, that would only mean that the two would have to do everything to prove to the other that they were better than the other so as to not be on the bottom of the barrel.

After Ossi took her down ex-partner in a side headlock, Daisuke would curl his legs back and counter with a headscissor by taking her off his body and bringing her down onto her back in front of the prince while trapped in the submission. Ossi would now struggle in Daisuke's submission, squirming about wildly while refusing to give up. Daisuke would sit up, grabbing Ossi's hair and giving it a firm yank while having the back of her head rest against his crotch and his thighs continue to squeeze her head.

"I'm quite tired of hearing your annoying voice. Shush now.....the only thing I want to hear from you is that you do not wish to wrestle me" he said placing his hands on her mouth and nose for a handsmother as well.

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"No, get... off me, I-AGGHH!" A sharp squeal cut off Ossi's bluster as Daisuke yanked her head back hard by the hair, jamming the back of her head against his bulging crotch and sending fresh blushes to her cheeks. Before she could formulate another word, or an attempt at escaping the hold, Daisuke brought his hands around and clamped them down over her face!

Ossi's eyes went wide with fury and panic as Daisuke's hands closed around her nose and mouth, cutting of the Arab beauty's airways. She kicked desperately, but lacked any leverage, and soon her vision was swimming. Her chest heaved and her eyes fluttered as unconsciousness beckoned her once more.

"Mmmm... mmghh..." she burbled feebly through the handsmother, weakly tapping at Daisuke's thighs to indicate her submission, her body going limp in the combined headscissor and handsmother hold.

[Teenwrestler]

After having wrestled his way out of the headlock, Daisuke used his legs to yank Ossi off the top of his frame to bring her down in front of him trapped in the headscissors. The prince would sit up, having the back of Ossi's head rest against his crotch while he would cup his palms against her mouth to smother her while squeezing her head harder and harder in the headscissors. Ossi would begin to kick out desperately, she was trapped in both submissions and things were not looking good for the Arab beauty. It was not long until she began to slowly fade away, her struggles seem to slow down as her chest heaved up an down while she moaned in a low voice.

Soon, her submission came and she began to tap his thighs to indicate her submission. "Heh, fifteen minutes in and the first submission goes to me." he said as he circled around his rival before stepping off the wrestling mats to get to the bench. He unzipped his gym bag and grabbed a fresh towel, wiping the sweat off his face and chest before stepping back up on the mats and tossing the towel onto Ossi while he circled her body.

"Ossi Shamar, do you still wish to continue wrestling against me?" he asked with his hands on his hips.

[arktriumph]

The desperate tapping from Ossi signalled her submission the the inescapable combo of the headscissor and handsmother, all her bluster quickly undone by the Prince's counter attack that left her gasping on the mat. She scowled as he circled her, gloating shamelessly as the Syrian heiress fought to get her breath back. She struggled to all fours before eventually getting to her feet once more, glaring at Daisuke.

"Laugh while you can, wrestling prince," she sneered, tossing her hair and readjusting her equipment to settle more comfortably onto her lithe frame. "This match is about endurance, which you have never had!"

With that stinging remark delivered, Ossi would attempt to surge forward and slip behind Daisuke for a rear waistlock. However, her hands would slip a little further down before she squeezed tight, her grip enveloping the bulge of Daisuke's tight wrestling briefs as she sought to distract him.

[Teenwrestler]

Confident that the rest of this ordeal would have similar results as the first one. Ossi was a proud woman but a foolish one and Daisuke's ability was clearly too much for the Syrian to handle. However, their past and similar ego was something that they had in common and because of that the only wrestler she felt truly capable of besting was the man in front of her. Daisuke would mock her, hands on his hips while he asked if she wanted to continue wrestling or not. Not responding, she would struggle to get back up but eventually did.

"Oho look at you, want more beating? I can arrange that you pathetic fool" he said raising his arms up. Ossi had her own snarky words for him, she knew this was not about one fall or even two falls but it was a matter of endurance and battle of will. "I'll show you endurance you arrogant wo-WHOA?!" he suddenly gasped when she would get behind him for a rear waistlock.

Daisuke bent down low and grabbed her wrists trying to pry them off but she quickly lowered her grip and went for his crotch. "Nrgh! S-stop.....why you.....nrghh" he moaned softly as he started to fall to his knees.

[arktriumph]

Ossi took advantage of Daisuke's brazen overconfidence when the two advanced towards each other once more, swiftly ducking away from his attempted lock up and slipping into position for her waistlock. He tried to grab at her wrists to prise her loose, but not before Ossi's hands slid down to tightly cup his crotch and squeeze hard!

The effect on the Wrestling Prince was immediate and entertaining. She grinned as the Prince swiftly crumbled to her treatment, sinking helplessly to his knees under her touch. She knelt down with him, pressing herself against his back, her lips just behind his ear as she spoke huskily.

"Like I said, this is about endurance," she mocked. "And you have never been able to endure my touch, Wrestling Prince."

Then she would quickly shuffle back, releasing the grip on Daisuke, only to wrap her legs around his waist from behind and squeeze with all her might to drive the wind from her foe.