A sporty affair (for snappleR)

Daisuke has seemed to underestimate this girls ability, she was quite the brawler in the ring. After landing in that jab, she leaned in to land in a further couple of uppercuts to his muscular body. Daisuke grunted and took up a more defensive stature, only to quickly change onto the offensive in an instant, his knee rising up into her but missing its target and slightly brushed against her retreating elbow.

"Shit!" he hissed as he too took a few steps away from his opponent. His hands massaging his side and upper chest, a little sore from taking in those jabs and uppercuts. "Hmph, talk all you want commoner. I'll best you in the end" he spoke back, feeling all high and mighty still. He slowly began to circle her once more, his hands up infront and taking up a low crouching position yet again.

Amy had no idea if her chatter was effective or not, but one thing was certain- she was wasting her time with subtlety. Thankfully, though, the Prince's ego appeared undamaged by her assault. Still, one more couldn't hurt.

"Gotta be careful," she muttered under her breath, but just loud enough for Daisuke to hear.

She put up her guard, watch him circle. Without any apparent sense of timing, she attacked again, this time opting for an ax kick dropped straight down onto the thick skull of her crouching opponent.

Daisuke was getting annoyed at this girls enthusiastic approach to their spar. She didnt look like the type to hold her own against a real wrestler but she was doing rather alright. He raised an eyebrow when he heard her talking to herself, she must be low on confidence or something if she does that he thought to himself.

"OH SHIT!" he suddenly exclaimed when she lunged in for that axe kick to his skull, the prince pulled away just in time to watch her leg drop down onto the ring canvas with a *THUD* voice. Thankfully he avoided that kick, "My turn!" he said as he lunged in with an arm extended, looking to attempt a clothesline to knock his opponent down on her back.

Amy blinked as her heel hissed through the air and slammed into the mat, surprised again by Daisuke's incongruous speed. True, her ax kicks did telegraph from a mile out, and they were still early on in their fight. Or maybe it was luck? The dodge didn't seem all that graceful.

But none of that mattered once a stiff arm crashed heavily across her collarbone.

"Gah!" Amy bounced off the mat, her upper body stinging from the Prince's first real blow of the match. But Daisuke would only have a second to follow up before Amy rolled away and found her feet again.

Daisuke sure felt good, this girl needed a good whack to get her down on her back. Daisuke followed through after hitting her with that clothesline, quickly turning around to see Amy already scurrying back up to her feet.

The wrestling prince began to smirk arrogantly as he glared at his opponent, rolling up his shoulders and stretching his neck side to side. "Heh, aww did I hurt the wittle girlie girl?" he mocked as he began to circle her once more, both of them just feeling each other out a bit in the ring.

Amy huffed. "Don't be mean, you royal douchebag." But she felt fine, thanks very much for asking. If a little clothesline was all it took to keep the Prince happy, then she'd feed him all the clotheslines he wanted. She made a mental note- Ax kick to repair his confidence.

Amy let him get in a good two steps closer. Then she launched herself at Daisuke again, this time feinting a left jab to his face before trying to drill his belly with a right cross. Her goal was to bring her opponent's princely head low so that she could send it right back up with a nasty hammerblow to his chin.

Daisuke was still feeling good about himself, this was going to be easy. He was worried initially but was now starting to find his groove. "You're starting to work up a sweat, guess you tomboy types dont care about that" he hissed back before getting suckered by that faint to his face.

He brought his hands up to protect his face, leaving his belly unguarded and thats exactly where she crossed him. "Oouuffff" he let out a groan, feeling the wind knocked out of him as he doubled over infront of him, only to get hammered right into his chin to straighten himself up and staggering back into one of the corner turnbuckle, feeling a bit dazed. "Uuuuhhh...." he said, shaking his head.

A big opponent against the turnbuckle, and a free pass to hit him with anything in the imagination? This was Amy's dream. The possibilities were overwhelming; Amy had to fight to keep a big stupid grin off of her face.

Amy started out simple; a two-punch combo to Daisuke's already well-abused chin, undoubtedly further scrambling his thoughts. Then she stepped in, looking to drive an elbow deep into the dazed man's solar plexus. Finally, barring some sort of dodge or counter, she'd grab his head and toss him over her hip and onto the mat.

The wrestling prince was was slumped into the corner turnbuckle, massaging his sore chin until Amy closed in the gap. Treating him like a royal punching bag, she began to send a couple of fists to his chin to further daze him up before knocking the wind out of him by sending an elbow to his solar plexus, her elbow grinding deep against his toned body. "Ouuufffffff" he grunted out, feeling short of breath.

Daisuke was doubled over infront of Amy, as he felt his head being grabbed and tossed over to the middle of the ring. He went down on his back, *THUD*, onto the ring canvas as he shifted up to a sitting position, clutching the back of his head. Daisuke was soon wondering that he had underestimated this girl, she could fight!!

Amy let that grin creep onto her face. "So, do they call you prince because you leave all the real wrestling to more qualified people?"

And- fuck his fragile male ego, Amy didn't feel like holding back any more- she finally laughed, a delighted, ringing laughter of naked joy. She'd always loved fighting, but she’d never felt this good beating somebody up before. She wasn't a bad person, but it was so rare to find somebody so deserving, yet durable enough to completely let loose on. She felt like a superhero trouncing a cartoon villain; she was Superman, and she was going to town on Brainiac. It was thrilling. She felt like she could go on beating on this numbskull forever.

Amy knelt behind the suffering Daisuke. "Oh Prince, my dear, sweet Prince," she sighed. She reached over his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his neck. "I'm sure you get this a lot, but you are my favorite person at the AFW." Then she wrenched his head backwards in a reverse headlock, forcing the Prince's broad back into her waiting knee, which ground rudely into his spine.