First Day Gym mayhem. (For LARIATO)

The two wrestlers circled each other for a moment, feeling each other out at a distance with both glaring in each others eyes. Daisuke was a bit surprised as Mariko actually accepted the lock up, he was half expecting to pull out, feint or attempt a cheap shot but the wrestling prince was a bit impressed at his opponents boldness to lock up right away....or so he thought!.

The two wrestlers SLAPPED into each other as they grappled, Daisuke planted his boot onto the ring canvas firmly as the two pushed to show superiority until Daisuke felt something wet brush his cheek, "Urgh! Yuck...disgus- Huh? Nnnggghhh WHOAAAA Daisuke was caught off guard by the distraction as he didnt notice Mariko bring her foot up against his abs, using his own momentum in the grapple, she fell backwards and flipped the wrestling prince up and over her as he came crashing down on his back behind her. *THUD*. "Ouuuuffffff....D-damnit" he hissed, feeling a bit frustrated at falling for that. His troubles weren't over as Mariko slammed her bottom against his ribcage and straddled over his body, pushing down on his shoulders.

Daisuke wriggled and squirmed under her, bucking up at the hip and trying to topple her off before listening to her offer and watching her grin, "Argghh gruagh....A-a bet huh? Nggghmmm....Im listening" he groaned still struggling underneath her.

The pained groans were music to the ears of Mariko, who moved her hands from Daisuke's shoulders to his wrists before trying to hold them down. And as he bucked his torso up, the Japanese woman wrapped her legs around his body to further secure her seat on his ribcage. Once she was sure she had his attention, she smirked before leaning her lips down right by his ear.

"Loser does anything the winner says for one minute. No more, no less. How's that sound?" she said in an almost seductive whisper, before bringing her back up to look down at Daisuke's face while she waited for his answer.

The wrestling prince continued to jerk up and wriggle sideways as he tried to get Mariko off him, but his efforts were in vain as the Japanese female wrestler wrapped her legs around his body once he bucked up his hip into her. His shoulders were no longer pinned to the ring mats but Mariko's hands grabbed at his wrists to pin them down, his arms shaking as he tried to lift his hands up and try to unpin his wrists from the mat.

Once Mariko leaned forward, her breasts were grinding against his pecs and her lips next to his ears. She laid down the bet and then straightened up to sit up on his abs,"Nhgggg, Bitch. FINE! I accept" he barked back, his legs kicking the ring mats furiously as he still tried to jerk sideways and try to topple the female over.

"Excellent~" Mariko cooed as he accepted the challenge. Comfortably seated on Daisuke's chiseled abs as he tried to buck her off of him, and keeping his wrists down, the advantage certainly seemed to be hers at the moment. But it was clear he wasn't going to let himself lose this bet quite so easily, and his furious struggles beneath Mariko finally managed to turn her onto her side.

But, the Japanese beauty still kept her legs tightly locked around Daisuke's torso and held on tightly to his wrists. "Not bad there, tiger. But I'm not done with you just yet." she said, almost tauntingly. She then moved her right leg up and attempted to lock it behind Daisuke's head and neck, transitioning from a body scissor to a triangle choke. Releasing one of his wrists, she put both hands to work pulling on the arm that would be trapped in the hold while squeezing with her legs in order to add pressure to it. And of course to top it all off, she'd also rub her soft stocking-clad thigh against the side of Daichi's face to add a teasing element.

Daisuke has accepted the bet, although he had no idea what he had gotten himself into. What could she make him do uptil a whole minute? Some random thoughts entered into his mind but he shook his head, trying to focus and not trying to think about losing in the first place anyways. His struggling and thrusting up into Mariko caused her to topple down to the side but her legs were still wrapped around his side in a body scissor.

After a few seconds of initial squeezing , the Japanese wrestler slipped her legs away from his waist and wrapped her right leg around his neck in a triangle choke, shifting Daisuke onto his knees while Mariko was down on her back. Both of her arms grabbed his right arm and pulled it towards her chest, her thighs rubbing against his cheeks."*GACK* Uuuurgghhhhh *cough* oooffmmmm" the wrestling prince moaned out, chocking and struggling for breath.

Daisuke would pass out soon if things stayed the same, with his free hand he struck a few open fists into her ribs then began to wrap his left arm around her thigh and with his strength, Daisuke tried to lift them up, he tried to get back up on his feet and carry his opponents weight up with him.....then look to fall forward to slam her down onto her back in an attempt to break her triangle choke.

Mariko winced in pain as the self-proclaimed wrestling prince drove his fist into her ribs. But still her legs remained clamped around her victim, keeping the triangle choke in tact for the moment. Being a specialist with submission holds like this, Mariko knew it was only a matter of time before Daisuke would be choked out between her legs if the hold remained applied much longer. But unfortunately for the Japanese beauty, her opponent wasn't ready to let that happen just yet.

Mariko's eyes shot wide open and surprise was evident in her expression when Daisuke used his strength to hoist her up into the air even while the submission hold was gradually choking the life out of him. But what was even more alarming was what he obviously planned to do with her next.

"Oh no you don't!" she exclaimed, clamping down as hard as she could with her thighs in an attempt to choke him out before he could slam her down. She couldn't immediately be sure how much of an effect this had on Daisuke, but at the very least he was still successful in slamming Mariko down onto the mat.

"UGH!" she cried out in pain as her legs finally loosened and released Daisuke's head and arm. Groaning while she brought a hand under her back try ease her as she slowly tried to recover from the powerful slam, Mariko would find herself in a very vulnerable position if her opponent managed to recover before she did.

It took a while for Daisuke to summon his strength and pull his opponent up onto his shoulders as the wrestling prince stood on his feet, his arms shaking as he carried his opponents weight up. Soon, her squeezing got even more intense as Mariko wanted to choke the prince right out before he could slam her back down. His face and neck were red from all the squeezing she was doing, although Daisuke did manage to somehow lean forward and drop down his opponent onto the ring canvas. *THUD*.

As Mariko was slammed on her back, her legs uncoiled from around his neck and his right arm was released as well. Daisuke used both hands to clutch his reddened neck and face as he massaged his neck whilst rolling away from the Japanese wrestler, coughing and struggling for breath. Daisuke rolled to the nearest turnbuckle and gripped the ring ropes to the side of the turnbuckle and slowly pulled himself up on his feet, resting his back against the turnbuckle as he glared at his opponent. A light sheen of sweat shinning off his toned body.

"Ngghh...*cough* W-were just getting started" he groaned as he started to move away from the corner, eyeing his opponents movements if she got back up on her feet as well.

Mariko was quite fortunate that Daisuke wasn't able to immediately capitalize on the situation after slamming the Japanese woman to the mat. Panting a bit as she took a moment to catch her breath, she then groaned as she slowly pulled herself back to her feet, smirking over at Daisuke in spite of the pain she'd just sustained.

"Glad to hear. No one likes a man who finishes too soon." she replied with a wink. Then, hoping to strike before Daisuke had completely recovered, Mariko took off in a dead sprint right toward him and launched her shoulder at his chiseled abdomen in an attempt to knock the wind out of him again.

Daisuke moved from his corner, taking a few steps forward away from the corner turnbuckle and by that time Mariko had gotten upto her feet as well. She still didn't lose her uppity attitude as she still took swipes at the wrestling prince. "Hmph! Well you're going to have to give alot more to make me give anytime soon" he snapped back at her while standing infront of her, a few feet away from her though.

Suddenly, Mariko sprinted towards the wrestling prince with her shoulder sticking out and aimed at his abs. His eyes widened but he was ready this time, just at the right time Daisuke side stepped away from the on rushing Mariko and guided her towards the corner turnbuckle that was behind him. If she wasn't able to control her sprint properly, her shoulder would slam right into the middle turnbuckle.

"Oh believe me, I will. Don't you worry about that." she said confidently. However, her charge that was meant to drive the wind out of Daisuke instead only succeeded in sending Mariko crashing into the turnbuckle.

"Ngh…" she grunted as she tried to recover from the impact. With Mariko's gamble having backfired, she now once again found herself in a dangerous situation. Leaning against the turnbuckles, she turned herself back to face Daisuke's direction.