Minerva vs Daisuke - Game of Thrones

Minerva's music began to play over the speakers in the Tension arena, and the newcomer of Friction walked out onto the stage. Her attire consisted of a purple sports bra and matching spandex shorts, as well as a pair of long purple gloves and a pair of black boots. And to top it all off, she wore a large, elegant, black fur coat.

Many in the audience were somewhat confused by her arrival. Not only had she only recently made her AFW debut, but she wasn't even a member of the Tension roster. Minerva heard the mutters and felt the awkward stares, but paid them no mind as she confidently walked down the aisle. But instead of going right into the ring, Minerva walked over to the announce table and grabbed a microphone first. Only after tapping it a few times to make sure it worked did she finally walk up the steps and step through the ropes to enter the ring. Once her music stopped, she held up the microphone and began to speak.

"I understand a vast majority of you likely don't know who I am, and that's quite alright. I am Minerva, and I've come from Friction to pay this place a little visit." she said. A mixture of reactions, mostly boos from the hardcore Tension fans, came when she mentioned being a part of Friction. "But, there is a certain matter of business I'd like to deal with. How many people have you heard in the AFW refer to themselves with titles of royalty? King, Queen, and so on? I imagine it's quite a few." The crowd muttered, somewhat in agreement. Her point wasn't clear yet, but what she said was no doubt correct.

"You see, those kinds of words are thrown around far too often. And many who use such terms for themselves are unworthy of them. ESPECIALLY here in Tension! Why should anyone here make such claims or take such titles for themselves when they aren't even part of the flagship brand?" That earned an outburst of boos from the crowd, but Minerva simply waited for it to die down before continuing. "Boo all you want, but there's a reason why Friction is, and always will be above Tension. And that's exactly what I'm here to demonstrate." Another round of boos followed, but once again they went ignored as Minerva pointed down to the entrance stage.

"And that brings me to a certain someone on the Tension roster. Daisuke Takeuchi! I hear you call yourself the "Wrestling Prince." Well, I'm calling you out! Right here, right now! Come step into the ring and face me, and I'll show you true royalty in the wrestling ring is like." Minerva then dropped the mic outside the ring and removed her coat, then waited for Daisuke to answer her challenge. As she waited, the crowd began to chant his name loudly through the arena. The "wrestling prince" may have a reputation for being an arrogant brat, but the crowd would likely be more on his side now than they ever had before, and possibly ever would be again.

This could easily been tonight's main-event. Friction vs Tension was always a rarity in the brands but whenever it happened....it was an EXPLOSIVE event. There had been some rumors that a Friction superstar was lurking around in Tension backstage, the rumors were now confirmed as the new superstar in the Friciton roster, Minerva, walked down the ring ramp looking stunning in her purple sports bra and spandex wrestling shorts. At first many people were confused as to what the new girl from Friction wanted from Tension brand. It began clear as to what her desire was, when she addressed the issue at hand.

It was true what she said, many have used the title of King, Queen,Prince, Princess and wrestling royalty to boost their ego and generally look or sound more intimidating. Minerva was here to address that issue, she was about to take a stand for people who were deemed unworthy to stop using certain titles. She was jeered heavily when she talked high and mighty about Friction and discredited the value of Tension over Friction. Certain wrestlers would have held a grudge against his new girl for bad-mouthing their brand, but certainly not the wrestler she would call out.

After she finished making her statement, she threw down the gauntlet by calling out Tensions so-called wrestling prince, the self proclaimed wrestling royalty. Daisuke Takeuchi!. The crowd waited in anticipation as they shouted out his name , which was a rarity, after the chants of his name died down....his music cued.

King of Kings by motorhead echoed around the Tension arena and the crowd erupted in cheers. After a few moments Daisuke showed up in the Tension arena. He was wearing a Kings robe and a gold crown on his head with his usual wrestler attire. In a pair of black latex wrestling briefs, with matching leather wrestling boots. His hair a bit wet as he slowly walked down the ring ramp, glaring at this new girl. He chuckled as he shook his head in disappointment, slowly removing his crown and robe to put it near ring side and grabbing a mic before stepping up on the steel steps and entering the ring.

He walked right up to the new girl, standing infront of her and glaring into her eyes. The tension was high and after a few moments he finally began to reply to the challenge. "Well well well, what's a Friction gal doing in here? Maybe you're lost kid. This is where the real wrestling happens, not your catfighting, hentai or whatever is it that you do over in Friction. he smirked . He paused for a while before continuing on "As for what you said about titles, well I dont know about others but I certainly am the REAL wrestling prince, royal wrestling blood flows in these veins" he proudly said as he stepped close to Minerva, almost pressing into her.

"As for your challenge, I will gladly accept it. After I beat you, I will make you bow down to your prince. You are right about one thing, though, that after this match everyone will know who the true wrestling royalty is...ME" he grinned as he lowered his mic and glared at Minerva's eyes. The woman had about two inches over him but nothing he couldnt handle.

Minerva's lips curled into a sly smirk as Daisuke's theme began playing throughout the arena, and the crowd erupted like a volcano as the self-proclaimed "wrestling prince" made his appearance. The raven haired beauty watched in amusement as she observed his attire, particularly the robe and crown he wore.

Her eyes remained on Daisuke as he took a mic and entered the ring, then listened as he responded to her comments from a moment ago. She scoffed and even laughed a bit as he called himself a "real" wrestling prince, though the crowd roared in approval.

As Daisuke stepped closer, Minerva stood her ground, continuing to smirk as she glared right back down into his eyes. She was a few inches taller than the man, though that didn't seem to unnerve him…yet. Though if Minerva had anything to say about it, Daisuke would be cowering in fear just at the sound of her name after this match was done.

When Daisuke had finished talking, the ref quickly ran in between both wrestlers to separate them so the match could start. Though even as she moved to her corner, Minerva's eyes never left her foe, nor did her smug expression change even for a moment. "We'll see which one of us is bowing by the end of this." she replied. She no longer had a microphone in hand, but she knew Daisuke could hear her, and that's all that mattered.

And once Daisuke had also gone to his corner, the bell would ring to officially start the match. Instantly, thunderous chants for the "wrestling prince" began to break out, though Minerva paid no attention to it. She stayed focused on the man, and slowly circled around the ring for a moment before lunging toward her adversary, attempting to start a lockup with him in the center of the ring.

The tension was now high between the two cross brand wrestlers, Daisuke was pressing into Minerva to try and intimidate her. His abs pressing against hers, his pecs against her breasts while they were also forehead to heard. For a minute or two, they just stared into each others eyes silently until the referee sprinted past the ring ramp and slipped into the ring as he proceeded to separate the pair away from each other before things boil over before the match even started.

Daisuke, as did Minerva, backed up into the corner but not without breaking eye contact. Daisuke pointed at Minerva and then pointed to the center of the ring mats "You're going down, right here" he smirked, nodding his head. He adjusted his latex wrestling briefs and stroked his hair back before replying to her comment"Oh, we sure will. You WILL bow down to your prince " he snickered as he waited for the bell to ring. *DING*DING*DING*

As soon as the bell rang, both wrestlers stepped out from their respective corners in a wrestlers crouch position as they circled each other, the crowd chanting Daisuke's name as the two wrestlers felt each other out from afar before Minerva stepped in towards him, locking up with the prince. "Urgh!" he grunted out as the two locked in in a classic collar and elbow grapple. Daisuke spread open his legs a bit, pressing up and into Minerva as he tried to push her back. His muscled body flexing as he kept pressing into her, trying to push her back if he could while keeping his footing well against the ring mats. "Arrghh, come on" he grunted!

As the two combatants locked up in the center of the ring, Minerva grunted as she tried to overpower Daisuke and drive him back, while he attempted to do the same. Minerva had the height advantage, but he had wisely taken a wider base with his legs, giving him some good leverage and making it difficult to push him back.

"Tch." she muttered, noticing that the efforts of the two wrestlers seemed to be coming to a stalemate. Neither one was giving an inch. "How cute. The mighty 'prince' struggling to push a woman back." she said with a sneer. Obviously she was leaving out the fact that she wasn't having any more success than him at the moment, but maybe she could still get in his head and mess with him a bit.

When it seemed neither side was going to be getting the upper hand in the lockup, Minerva decided to change tactics, and threw her right knee straight at Daisuke's toned abdomen. "Argh!" And to follow it up, she would swing her right arm to smash into the young man's face with a European uppercut.

As soon as Daisuke locked up with Minerva, he knew he was in for a match. The woman was strong as she was able to hold off the wrestling prince, he continued to push into her as he tried to push her back but she refused to move back even an inch. He gritted his teeth in frustration and kept bucking his hips into her as he tried harder and harder but Minerva was stubborn enough to counter his effort by keeping her body pressed into his to thwart his efforts. Two things were clear, they had equal strength and that the match was going to be a powerhouse one.

Minerva began to exchange some banter as she taunted the prince's ability to over-power his woman. Daisuke's brow twitched as he felt frustrated no doubt, "Nnggghh more like a man-lady" he snapped back at her, trying not to get agitated by her taunts. He knew mind-games could be a deciding factor if both of them canceled each other out in the strength department.

Daisuke tried to pull out of the lock up, he was a little late on that because Minerva pulled out first. Smacking her knee up into his toned abs, causing the wrestling prince to moan out in pain and double over infront of her as he felt a bit winded out. "Urgh, cheap sho-Oooouuuffhh!!" spittle flew off his mouth a bit when her uppercut struck his throat. He staggered back until his back felt the corner turnbuckle, where he leaned against and massaged his throat. The corner of his eye trying to keep track of his opponents movements.

Minerva gave a grunt in mild frustration at Daisuke's words, but her irritation was quickly erased as both her strikes landed, sending the man staggering back into one of the corners. She then walked into the corner, letting her gorgeous hips sway to and fro as she went.

And once in the corner, Minerva would lean her body up against Daisuke to keep him pinned to the turnbuckles, while bringing a hand up to cup around his chin and glaring into his eyes. "You are going to suffer. That I guarantee. But rest assured, it will all be over soon enough." she said, her sadistic grin returning as she spoke.

Suddenly Minerva would then fire off another knee toward Daisuke's stomach. And then, the raven haired beauty would hook an arm under one of his, before stepping out of the corner and attempting to flip him forward with a hip toss, hoping to send him crashing onto his back.

It was rare to see a woman who relied on strikes and power moves in the ring, especially in the AFW where most females relied on speed and technique. Now, the wrestling prince had to deal with a wrestler, who just like him, relied on power moves herself. Daisuke watched as Minerva walked towards him with her hips swaying about. She pressed right into the wrestling prince, to sandwich him into the corner turnbuckle. His muscular body grinding against hers as he wriggled and squirm in-between Minerva and the turnbuckle.

He felt her arm press up against his chin to further make him lean back into the corner as she gave him a sadistic grin and further tried to get under his skin and intimidate him. "Sssaahh! leme go you bitch.....Uurggnnmm" his hands going up around her face, his fingers digging into her mouth and nose as he tried to do anything to push her away. "Ouuuffffff" he moaned when another knee struck up into his abs, leaving him short of breath before feeling her arm hook under his pit to hip toss him back over to the middle on his back.

*THUD*

He crash landed on his back, immediately getting up on a seating position and clutching his back. His teeth gritted and legs kicking on the ring mats in frustration as he tried to get back up on his feet, before the Friction gal can continue her offence.

"Ugh! Get your filthy hands off of me!" she said as Daisuke's fingers clawed at her mouth and nose while she held him against the corner. But Minerva then made him pay by winding him with a knee to his stomach, and then tossing him onto his back.

Minerva was amused by his clear frustration as Daisuke kicked the mats. And as he began to stand up, Minerva hurried over to wrap her arms around his waist from behind. "What do you think you're doing? I don't remember giving you permission to get back up!" she said.

And then, the tall woman attempted to hoist the "prince" overhead and slam him down for a German suplex. Minerva wanted continue her early dominance in this match to not only wear her foe down physically, but also to break down his confidence. Though considering his arrogant nature, that might be easier said than done.

Daisuke had managed to infuriate Minerva by clawing at her pretty face. He paid the price in full when she raised her knee into his abs and hip-tossing him back over to the middle of the ring. He was still trying to asses how to take this girl down, seeming her tactics were a bit like his. He was half way up on his feet when he felt her strong arms wrap around his waist from behind. "Gah! I dont need permission to get back up, espeically from common filth such as your self" he hissed, while gritting his teeth.

The wrestling prince could feel what she was upto, he quickly spread open his legs a bit and shifted his entire body weight down. Making sure Minerva would require alot of work to lift him up, when she was busy trying to lift him up he would try to send in a couple of surprise elbow shots to the side of her head. If he managed to get her a bit dazed from those elbows, he would quickly spin around her and wrap his arms around her waist from behind. Trying to do what she was about to do to him, he tried to lift her up and over him in a German suplex. "Hyyyyaahhhh!"