A sporty affair (for snappleR)

This girl was getting really, REALLY annoying. Her carefree attitude made it all the more harder for the wrestling prince to get under her skin, instead he was the one who kept getting frustrated. After getting whacked by that uppercut, he went up and down in one swift movement that made it look like a thing of beauty.

After going down on his back, he felt a light tap on his thigh before hearing more of Amy's carefree talk before getting hooked up for the pin. Daisuke earlier called her a third class wrestler, that should have infuriated her but instead backfired on the wrestling prince. By calling herself a fifth class wrestler, and if she managed to beat him by calling herself that.....then....then...

Those thoughts were rushing in the prince's mind as he heard Amy shout out to one, he quickly shook his head and kicked out by thrusting his legs up and bringing his shoulder off the mat as well. "Urgh, NO WAY" he said as he forcefully kicked out, rolling away from her and getting up to all fours.

Amy was impressed. She was proud of that punch, but Daisuke ate every last bit of it, and he still had it in him to kick out after one. She wasn't disappointed, though. She didn't know if she'd ever face such an obnoxious opponent again, and so maybe drawing this spar out was a good thing. It would be good practice, at the very least.

Amy took to her feet, clapping slowly. "Wow, so that's the power of the wrestling prince, huh? Looks like I've got a lot to learn." She abandoned her striking stance in favor of a low, wrestling stance. "Come on, buddy, let's get to it." She began to circle.

Daisuke couldnt take this girl for granted anymore, he had to up his game if he wanted to get back in the match and avoid getting an embarrassing defeat against her, even if it was a private gym spar. After kicking out, he got up on all fours and slowly pushed up to get back up to his feet as he turned around to face the blonde wrestler, who had taken up a wrestlers crouch stance.

Daisuke wiped the sweat off his forehead and brow with his forearm before mimicking his opponents movements. He nodded at her direction "Yeah, lets" he said before lunging in to feign a collar and elbow grapple. If Amy managed to get flinched or fooled by that feign, Dai would quickly slip behind her to wrap his arms around her waist from behind for a waistlock.

If that too was successful, he would try to lift her up and flip her over him as he attempted a German suplex! "Arruughh!" he grunted.

Amy wasn't a grappler, and, even if she was, she probably wouldn't try and lock up with someone so much bigger than her. When Daisuke came in for the clinch, she smirked, pivoting on her back foot to throw a hook at his face. But, by then, Daisuke had already slipped behind and wrapped his arms around her. Next thing she knew, she was watching her hair dance against the gym ceiling as Daisuke executed the German suplex.

Amy landed heavily on the back of her head with a crash, and she could do little but cradle her ringing skull as she slowly worked through the pain.

Daisuke probably got lucky there, Amy herself never planned to grapple up with the wreslting prince anyways! Still, he managed to get behind her and execute that German suplex. The blonde's body crashed down hard onto the ring canvas on her back, her head bouncing off the ring mats a bit as well due to the high impact slam.

Daisuke only smirked as he watched her down on her back. Perhaps that'll teach her not to toy with him, he crawled over to where Amy was and pressed his body against hers, pinning her shoulders down as his muscular back pressed down onto her shoulders while hooking her leg up high for the pin. "Well thats that I suppose, One...."

Amy heard the count start, and she threw her shoulder up before it could get any further. But she didn't get to her feet; she was still woozy from the drop, and she wouldn't give Daisuke the satisfaction of seeing her stumble. Instead, she rolled over and kicked out at her opponent with her free leg. "It's wayyy too early for that," she said, glaring at her overzealous opponent.

Before Daisuke could count till two, Amy forecully kicked out by throwing up her shoulder and kicking out. "Ngggh oww, not bad. Looks like you do have some fight in you" he groaned when he felt her free leg kicking out at him.

"Hmph, too bad you cant keep this up for too long" he continued as he got back up to his feet, bending down and grabbing at her blonde hair to yank it up, pulling her back up on her feet. "I hope you're taking notes of my wrestling ability, it might help a loser like you in the future" he snarled before once again moving behind her, looking to wrap his arms around her neck for a sleeperhold. If he managed to catch her in this submission, the prince would lean his body forward into her back and keep squeezing his biceps around her neck tightly. His sweaty body would be pressing up tight against her back.

Amy yelped as she was dragged to her feet by her hair. She would have wobbled on those knees, but thankfully- thankfully?- Daisuke seemed too intent on connecting his sleeper to notice. It was a textbook sleeper, too- it took hardly any time at all before her head felt light from the disrupted blood flow.

Amy relented. Maybe he was an overconfident, self-important blowhard, but he was a technically sound overconfident, self-important blowhard.

Taking a page from Daisuke's book, she began launching fierce elbows into her captor's sides, needing him to release her before too long.

After slapping in that sleeperhold, Daisuke could feel his opponent going limp already. Her body was feeling like it needed Daisuke's support to stay on her feet. He was sure that he's going to win the match now, he grinned as he whispered in her ear "Shhhhh dont struggle, just give-Oowwww, Uurgghoofff". before continuing his taunt, he felt a couple of elbow shots fire into his ribcage, clearly she WAS taking notes from earlier.

Daisuke released his submission hold and staggered away from Amy, clutching his ribcage and massaging it as he was bent over a bit. Still moaning as he nursed his bruised ribs.

As Daisuke released her from his hold, Amy whipped around and let loose a spinning round house kick aimed at his face, looking to drop him to the mat.

And as much Amy would have liked to do more to further follow up on her new found freedom, she could do little but groan and fall to her knees. The blood was only just beginning to circulate normally, and her spinny kick didn't do her any favors.