A sporty affair (for snappleR)

She certainly had alot left in her, or maybe its the added bonus of winning against a cocky wrestler is what kept her going strong. Either way, she broke free of his sleeper by firing in a couple of hard elbow shots to his side which left the wrestling prince reeling back and massaging his bruised ribcage.

After a few seconds, he straightened back up and glared at his opponent. "Why you little....OOUUFFFFFF!" *THAWK* as soon as he straightened himself up and just thought about what to do, Ami delivered a cracking roundhouse kick that struck Daisuke's head, causing him to go down on his back immediately. His world was rocked, that kick was sure something! He was down on his back, figuratively counting the stars on his head as that kicked left him a bit dazed. "Uuuhh..." he moaned softly, clutching the side of his head.

She watched Daisuke fall on his back from all fours, grateful for the chance to recover. Listening to him groan, though, she could tell that her kick really did a number on him. Good. She'd celebrate once the gym stopped spinning.

It wasn't too long before felt right enough to pick herself up. If Daisuke was still on his back at this point, she'd jump on his chest, ass first and knees at his sides, and achieve a full mount, ready to unleash another round of punches to his pretty face.

That roundhouse kick really did the damage as Daisuke was still down on his back, massaging his head and shaking his head to try and bring his focus back into the match. The wrestling prince knew that in a match, being down on your back is possibly the worse position one could be in and he was in it. He tried to get back up on his feet but it was too late, Amy had already mounted him.

What followed next was a flurry of fast and hard punches, after a few punches struck his face he tried to bring his hands up to cover his face. Those shots did a number on the prince, he was getting exhausted.

Amy let loose. Many of her punches glanced off of Daisuke's arms. A pity.

But more than enough found their marks, striking him on either side of his head, on his cheeks, wherever she could find an opening. She felt the Prince's resistance slowly wearing down, which, of course, just meant that more of her hits could break through. Finally, breathing hard, she wound up for a knockout punch. "Say goodnight, Prince."

Daisuke was struggling to even cover up now, it would appear that Amy certainly had alot more stamina than Daisuke and it was evident in the latter stage of their spar. Daisuke's body was warm, sweaty and exhausted. After covering up his face and absorbing some of the punches, his hands went down to his side as the punches rammed down on his cheekbone, chin,nose and any part of his face.

He was helpless now, blow after blow to his face caused his struggle to weaken and weaken, he was struggling just to stay conscious. "Uurghh owwmm nngghh urghh *cough*". Amy delivered one final KO punch to seal the deal. Daisuke was down and out. His arms and legs spreaded, mouth open slightly as his chest heaved up and down slowly. Inside the tension gym,with only the two of them there,Amy had KO'ed Daisuke, the wrestling prince.

Amy's arm was cocked, just in case Daisuke still showed signs of life. When she saw none, she leaned in close to check. "Nike is for posers," she growled. No response. He was out.

She sat on top of her opponent for a good long while, panting, arms limp at her sides. When she had recovered, she stood up and went over to Daisuke's side. The match was clearly over, but might as well make it official. She knelt down and hooked his leg. "One. Two..."

He was going to feel this in the morning, not just the physical pain but also the emotional pain. He lost to someone who didnt even complete a single official match in the AFW. He was completely oblivious to whatever the blonde was doing, Nike for posers? yeah right....

For a while she just stayed ontop of the prince, mounting her prize it seemed. After a moment she wanted to complete the satisfaction of a victory as she hooked his leg up in a pin. She took her time counting, the wrestling prince wasnt getting up anytime soon. So, eventually she did get to the three count.

"Three." Amy unhooked Daisuke's leg and slapped down on his tight, sculpted belly. What a goddamned waste.

Amy stood up. The gym was quiet. There wasn't a swell of cheers, or the explosion of flashbulbs, or even polite applause.

But inside, Amy was content. "I think I deserve to graduate to second rate now, don't you?" Daisuke didn't respond. Maybe he wanted to think about it.

She looked around, suddenly self-conscious. So... can I just leave him here? The gym staff has to be pretty used to this kind of thing, right? She thought about what she should do. Then, finally, she decided on a course of action. She started by removing one of Daisuke's leather wrestling boots...

When Daisuke would eventually wake up, he'd find one of his boots on a bench just outside the ring, along with a fresh bottle of water and a note written on AFW stationery.

Thanks for the match, big guy. You were fun to beat up. Don't ever change.~Amy, AKA commoner trash <3

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Halfway home, shivering against the cold, Amy stopped. Didn't I have a sweater?

Amy wins via pinfall