First Day Gym mayhem. (For LARIATO)

Daisuke's quickness seemed to do the trick for him here,as he evaded Mariko's onrushing tackle attempt and only sent her crashing into the ring turnbuckles. Her shoulder slammed into the corner as she winced in pain and turned to face the wrestling prince who had already taken a few steps towards Mariko and was standing right infront of her. Daisuke quickly licked his right palm, took a step back and attempted a chest slap!. "Hrrraahh!" he let out a grunt as he chopped her breasts.

If that chest slap was successful, Daisuke would grab a fistfull of his opponent hair and drag her away from the corner a bit, before wrapping his arms around Mariko's waist and hoisting her up off her feet just a bit, so that her toes barely dangled around the ring mats. He would start squeeezing her body in a bearhug. "Hhhrrruugghhhh! GIVE UP" he yelled as he squeezed her out, his chest grinding against her breasts while their abs also rub against each other. His sweat sickened body pressing against hers.

As she was trying to recover in the corner, Mariko suddenly winced and yelped out in pain as Daisuke's right palm slapped right into her chest, the loud smack echoing through the entire gym. "Agh!" Putting a hand over her chest, she tried to block out the stinging pain as the wrestling prince grabbed her hair and led her out of the corner. And her situation only went from bad to worse as she was lifted up and pressed tightly ug against him in a crushing bear hug.

"U-ugh!" she grunted, gritting her teeth in response to the pain that surged through her. Instinctively she first tried to pull his arms apart, though Mariko knew the chances of that working were very small. Refusing to surrender, however, she instead decided on a different tactic. Latching her arms around Daisuke's neck and her legs around his waist, the Japanese woman suddenly pulled herself in to plant a big kiss right on his lips. Her tongue shot forward and into the mouth of her opponent and begin to wrestle around with his, and she moaned into his mouth as they kissed. Mariko hoped in doing this she might distract Daisuke just long enough to create an opening that might allow her to escape the painful bear hug.

Things were going quite well for the wrestling prince as he chopped his opponents breasts before locking in his crushing bearhug. Their bodies pressed together and grinding as Daisuke continued to squeeze her around, his biceps bulging as he kept up the pressure and squeezed as hard as he could. He could feel her arms slapping around his, trying to pry open his arms from around her waist but even she knew that tactic would be in vain. "Hah! T-thats not going to work" he smirked as the two looked into each others eyes.

He continued to squeez and shake her up until her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms went around his head to pull him into her, "Nnngghh! J-just give up you-Ooofffmmmmmmm Mmmmmm" suddenly Mariko planted a big wet kiss to his lips, stunning the wrestling prince. Her tongue entered his mouth and started to wrestle his, he was winning the wrestling match but losing the kiss tussle! Even taking a step back at the intensity of the kiss. "Offmmm mmruuggmm w-what?mmmm"he mumbled in the kiss, his arms suddenly immobilized due to the sudden moment of intimacy, completely dropping his guard.

Mariko smirked into the kiss as she felt Daisuke's arms loosen around her waist. Clearly her plan to fluster and startle the wrestling prince had worked to perfection. His mumbling sent vibrations into her mouth that caused her to briefly moan in pleasure. And she continued dominating Daisuke's tongue with her own until he dropped his guard. At that moment, she pulled from the kiss, lightly biting and tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth before completely separating from his lips.

"Gotcha, tiger~" Moving quickly to strike before her opponent could get his guard back up, Mariko wrapped her left arm tightly around the back of Daisuke's neck. And with her legs still locked around his waist she began to squeeze with all her might, constricting against him like a python intending to rob him of his breath. If successful, the combination of holds would result in Daisuke being put in a potentially devastating guillotine choke as she tried to force the wrestling prince into submission once again.

Mariko and Daisuke were engaged in an intense lip lock, their bodies and tongues wrestled away as Mariko seemed to overpower Daisuke in the kiss departing their lips with a playful bite to his lower lip. Making him vulnerable to her further attacks, her legs started to squeez in tighter while her arm wrapped around the back of his head. His head was now tucked under her armpit as she squeezed away in dual submission holds.

Daisuke groaned out loudly, clearly feeling the squeez from her legs and arms. "Grrrruuuuugggghhhh! S-slut...." he cursed out, his body warm and sweating now as the tussle goes on. His hands shot up towards her hair and began to yank on it wildly. Daisuke kept switching between hairpulls,punches and scratches to her back as he tried to desperately escape the guillotine chokehold, eventually going down onto his knees but still kept his offensive"Uuurgghhh *cough* LET GO" up.

Momentum had shifted back in Mariko's favor. "My, my. How RUDE!" she said, giving his neck and torso another tight squeeze right as she finished her sentence. Unable to do anything other than try to tough it out as Daisuke repeatedly struck her and pulled her hair, she fought hard to keep the guillotine choke locked on as tightly as possible.

But even as Daisuke fell to his knees, she knew she couldn't keep this up forever. It might be possible to keep fighting through his struggles until she either choked him out or forced him to submit, but trying that could also backfire tremendously and leave her extremely vulnerable if she failed. After all, Daisuke had already shown himself to be quite strong and resilient. She knew full well that giving Daichi a chance to escape and retake the upper hand could be catastrophic for her in this match, possibly even meaning her eventual defeat.

Another option came to mind, almost equally risky, but Mariko felt much more confident about the possibility of securing a victory with it. So, it was worth a try. She kept constricting her legs and arms around Daisuke as long as she could. And as soon as she felt her hold begin to weaken she smirked before addressing his plea, or rather his demand, to be released. "Alright. Just remember, you asked for it."

As soon as the words left her lips, Mariko attempted to pull herself up from under Daisuke and mount his back like a horse, all the while keeping her legs locked around his torso. She'd then once again reach her left arm around his head, this time pulling backward on it with his face under her arm in a dragon sleeper. If she got this far, Mariko would then pull him backward before lying back to lock in one of her finishing moves, the Dragon Clutch. To further secure her position, she'd also wrap her free arm around Daisuke's right arm. Only his left arm would be free, and Mariko was confident it wouldn't be in any position to do any damage. And so, she'd resume squeezing and choking the life out of her opponent with her arm and legs, now from a much safer position.

"Time to make a choice, Daisuke. Submit to me to become my servant for a mere 60 seconds and get it over with now, let yourself get choked out only to prolong your fate. Choose wisely~"

The wrestling prince was in a very bad position at this point. The guillotine choke was sapping away his strength leaving Daisuke struggling for every breath. His resistance did show some fruition as her grip seemed to ease up when he struck Mariko's back and pulled her hair a couple of times. Although, him going down on his knees was a sign that Daisuke was getting tired and could no longer hold his opponents weight up while standing on his feet.

Despite all her care-free and seductive attitude, Mariko was actually quite the skilled wrestler. Her submission technique's was proof of that statement as she took the fight to the wrestling prince, locking in submission after submission. At this point Daisuke was not being able to cope up with the pain in his abdomen and neck, he needed a plan to get out and he needed it fast. Otherwise he would have no choice but to tap, after all it was just a spar...with..STAKES.

Daisuke shook his head and tried to pull back his head, perhaps using the sweat from their bodies to somehow slip free however it wasn't going to happen for him until Mariko herself released the submission holds, perhaps realizing that she wouldn't be able to keep up with Daisuke continuously struggling like that. She took a risk by releasing the hold, but at this point Daisuke was more focused in getting some air back in his lungs rather than to fight back and counter, which allowed Mariko to slip behind Daisuke and mount his back, with her arm wrapping around his neck from behind in a dragon sleeper and body scissor combo, to what she called "The Dragon Clutch".

Hrruuugghhh Mmnnghh...N-NO! Damnit...whens the last...*cough*...time you actually...Showered!?! he hissed back despite his body being squeezed and constricted in the submission holds. What Mariko said did make some sense, it was a spar after all and he would rather tap out than pass out or worse! Risk suffer some injury. After a while of struggling and thrusting back into her, the wrestling prince used his free left hand to tap his opponents left thigh to signal his submission.

Initially, Mariko was slightly irritated by Daisuke's comment. But that feeling was quickly replaced with one of amusement and satisfaction as she felt his hand tap against her thigh to submit, giving the victory in this spar to her. "And so the prince submits to the will of the queen~" she said with a giggle as she released her opponent from the hold, before leaning her mouth right by his ear. "Good boy."

Now Mariko had the opportunity to make Daisuke do anything she ordered for a minute. What to do, what to do? Several ideas had come to mind during the spar, but she hadn't yet decided on anything. But then she remembered he had commented negatively about how she smelled twice since this whole thing had started. Now was the perfect chance to make him regret those words.

Chuckling to herself, Mariko slid out from under Daisuke and stood back up. Walking around to his legs, she adjusted them so his feet were planted on the ground with knees pointing up. "Be a dear and stay just like that." Then grinning down at him as she stood over his torso, she lowered herself to sit down on his chiseled abdomen, leaning back against his legs, with one foot planted on the mat on either side of him. "Insulting the way a woman smells is quite rude, Daisuke. And now, you're going to face the consequences of your rudeness."

With that, she reached down and slid off her boots before placing the soles of her stocking-clad feet right on top of his face. "For the first thirty seconds, you will smell my feet. And take big breaths so I know you you're doing it. Then for the thirty seconds after that, you will lick them. Your time begins now, so get started." she ordered, giggling to herself as she began to rub her smooth soles over his face. It was fortunate for Daisuke that this wasn't taking place in front of a crowd. But Mariko didn't care about that. She was enjoying herself and her temporary footrest, and to her that's all that mattered at the moment.

Daisuke had no choice but to tap, there was definitely no room to work an escape or counter her submission at all. Had it been a standard pro wrestling match, he would have probably wiggled to the ropes for a break, however there was no referee here and he doubted the possibility of his opponent letting him go out of pure respect of the rules, thus he tapped!.

His cheek flustered a bit as he heard her taunt him out, referring to herself as the Queen who defeated the prince. "D-damnit....damn you"he groaned as he felt Mariko slip away from him, letting Daisuke drop down onto his back as he laid sprawled infront of her. She moved to his legs and shifted them up a bit, the sole of his boots pressed against the ring mats as his knees pointed upwards.

Daisuke was still catching his breath, his chest heaving up and down as he took in deep heavy breathes before Mariko sat down on his abs, her back pressing against his legs as she used the wrestling princes body as a throne to sit down. Then suddenly it was time to name the act that he had to for a minute, her bare feet came infront of his face and mouth as she ordered the prince to smell her feet for the first 30 seconds.

"Urgh, Gawd! You've got to be kidding me? FOOTSIE'S?" he gagged a bit as her warm, sweaty feet rubbed against his feet teasingly. He knew he lost the match, so he had to honour the bet.So for the first thirty seconds, the wrestling prince did the shocking act of smelling her bare feet."*SNIFF*SNIFF*SNIFF* Uurggghhh damn thats disgusting! *cough*gag*cough*" he said, feeling pretty embarrassed and angry at the same time as he was forced to smell Markio's feet.

It wasn't over yet though, after the first 30 seconds passed. Her orders changed, making him lick her feet. Daisuke was a bit reluctant at first but then swallowed his pride at the moment, atleast there wasnt a big crowd to watch his humiliation. He began to reluctantly lick her feet, kissing them and licking them clean! The wrestling prince was worshiping his Queens feet as a punishment of challenger her, it almost seemed!.

After what seemed like the longest one minute of his life, Daisuke began to shift his head to the side and spit in disgust on what he just did."ACK! ECK!Urgghh DISGUSTING! Urgghh Ok OK! I did it, now get off me" he hissed as she was still sitting on him. Daisuke could still not believe that he just did that.

Her smooth and sweaty soles slid over the face of her defatted opponent, and she couldn't help but giggle as she felt his breath against her feet. "That's it. Enjoy your queen's scent~" she cooed, knowing full well Daisuke was far from enjoying being forced to be her footstool. But that just served to amuse Mariko even more.

The first thirty seconds eventually passed, and Daisuke no longer had to smell Mariko's feet, though she had a feeling that scent would be staying with him for quite a while. Still, the wrestling prince was only halfway to freedom, and the Japanese beauty continued smearing her feet over Daisuke's face as he began to lick and kiss them. "Mmmm~" she moaned slightly, enjoying the feeling of his tongue and lips against her soles, as well as the empowering sensation of forcing Daisuke to lie beneath her and worship her feet.

Finally, the sixty seconds was up, and Daisuke quickly shifted his head to the side to spit in disgust at what he'd just been forced to do before telling Mariko to get off of him. "Sure thing, big guy. A deal's a deal, right?" she replied with a chuckle. But she then rubbed her wet soles over Daisuke's face a couple more times to wipe the saliva off on him, before finally removing her feet from his face and standing up, smirking down at him. "If you ever feel like getting roughed up again, let me know. I'll be around." she said with a playful wink.

Mariko then slid her boots back on before moving to exit the ring. Feeling both amused and a bit proud of how that spar had gone, her smirk never left her face as she began to walk to the women's locker room while briefly waving a hand back at him. "It was nice meeting you, Daisuke~"