A sporty affair (for snappleR)

Still clutching his head slightly, and shaking his head to try and get his focus back in the match. The wrestling prince could not ignore her taunt and was quick to reply "Urgh, it's because I'm better than the rest of you common wrestlers" he grunted before feeling her knee press against his mid and lower back and her arms wrapping around his neck from behind.

The spunky girl wrenched his head backwards, forcing her knee to grind against his spine, causing Daisuke to let out involuntary moans of pain. His hands quickly moved around her hands, trying to pry them off his neck. His fingernails digging in deep in her skin as he also tried to get his knees under him, trying to slowly and gradually get back up on his feet."Uurggghhmm..Damnit" he cursed out in frustration as he tried to fight back.

He didnt think this girl would give him this much trouble, but it would seem he was in for a tough match, tougher than he anticipated. It only seemed that the match was just starting and the prince was already starting to sweat a bit.

Amy winced as Daisuke dug his nails deep into her arms, but she didn't back down. Instead, she allowed him to lean forward, relieving the pressure on his spine for a moment, before slamming his back into her knee again. She watched as he tried to move his legs into a more favorable position, but there wasn't a whole lot she could do about that. "It's alright if you want to submit, you know. I won't think any less of you." Not that I could, she added silently.

Daisuke's plan to lean forward to relieve some of the pressure on his neck and back sort of backfired when Amy pulled him back forcefully, causing her knee to really strike his back once more, causing the prince to get back to square one. "Uurggghh owwww...shit" he grunted out.

It wasnt long until he shifted his legs to get under his body before slowly rising back up on his feet, making Amy rise to her feet behind him as well. If he could get back up even just a bit, he could send a couple of elbow shots back into her ribs to break her hold of his neck. " Nngghh TSK! Has anyone told you, you're pretty damn annoying" he hissed, as he fired those elbows back.

Amy was forced to her feet, and lost the advantage of having her knee at Daisuke's back. She grunted after the first elbow found its mark, and finally let go when the second followed soon after. She nursed the ache in her ribs. "No, you're the first," she managed sarcastically. There was a pained bend in her voice.

It was only a matter of time that the wrestling prince would break the hold after being allowed to get back up on his feet, a couple of hard elbow shots did the trick. He could feel her hold loosen after the first strike and on the second, she let him go completely and began to massage her ribs.

Well of course I am, how many other princes would your common blood lead you to tell you that anyways" he proudly answered back. He quickly turned around to face Amy, he leaned in towards her to get down to some serious wrestling. Slapping her hands away from her ribs, he began to quickly wrap his arms around her body and squeez tightly, lifting her up off the ring canvas slightly as well as he looked to lock in a bearhug. He did , however, made the mistake of not trapping her arms in the bearhug as well.

The prince kept squeezing as hard as he could, his teeth gritted, biceps bulging and his lightly sweaty body grinding against Amy's. "Now, submit!" he hissed, constricting his opponent.

Daisuke wrapped her up, and Amy cried out as he squeezed, her already sore torso groaning from the pain. He's strong, I'll give him that, she thought. And goddamn this body's like marble. Amy let the sensation of his muscles pressed up against her body linger for a moment, then she shook her head. What a waste.

Amy barked a strained laugh at the Prince's command. "You... wish." Amy wrapped her legs around Daisuke's midsection and squeezed tight. Then, her arms blessedly unrestrained, she began to unleash a barrage of blows about the Prince's head and ears.

Now she was in for some real hurt, Daisuke had her well locked in his favourite bearhug submission where he could show off his strength. He began to squeez her up as tightly as he could, occasionally shaking her a bit to make sure she doesn't get a good open chance to counter.

"Just give up, a common third class wrestler like you surely has no chance with wrestling royalty such as my self" he arrogantly chuckled as he kept the hold locked in tight....until he felt her strong legs wrap around his own waist, she began to squeez him out in her own way. What followed next, was party because of the prince's own negligence, his failure to trap her arms in the bearhug was no coming back to bite him in the ass. Amy began to unleash a flurry of blows to his head and ears causing his bearhug grip to loosen considerably until to the point where it was no longer a bearhug but simply a friendly hug."Uuuhhhh *cough*"

Amy felt the pressure disappear from her sides, and she gulped in air gratefully. She was a little rattled from the shaking, but, though she was tempted to going back to rubbing the feeling back into her abdomen, she was completely inside the guard of a reeling opponent, and opportunities like these were few and far in between. Nursing wounds could come later.

She slid off of Daisuke like slack rope and crouched down. Then she rocketed upwards, using the tension in her legs to deliver an explosive uppercut to Daisuke's well-worn chin.

Even though her legs squeezing around his waist and a couple of wild blows to his head caused Daisuke to loosen up his hold quite considerably, he had hoped that the bearhug had done its damage and Amy would need a moment to recover.

He was wrong, Amy was back on him like flash. As soon as she slid off his body, she leaped upwards back into him and threw her hand against his chin landing an explosive uppercut. *THAWK* "Uuuuuugghhhhhh!"
he groaned out while leaping up a bit before going down on his back on the ring canvas.

Daisuke clutched his throat, rolling about in the ring randomly while kicking his feet on the mats in frustration. One uppercut and Amy had Daisuke down on his back.

The uppercut knocked the bigger man clear off of his feet. It boiled his brains and rattled the rafters and even shook her own knees as it connected. It was a thing of beauty, something to be proud of- one of the best she’d ever delivered. She knew that she’d be revisiting this moment again often in the future, and that all subsequent uppercuts would have a titan to measure up to.

Amy knelt next to Daisuke’s prone body and absentmindedly tapped out a carefree rhythm on his thigh. "Third class? Aww, shucks, you're being generous. I haven't even had my first official match yet; I might as well be some broad off the street. Fifth rate, at best, but even that's pushing it.” Amy hooked the Prince’s leg. “Alright, I’m gonna start counting now. Let me know if I screw this up, Your Highness.”

She started to count. “1…”