Daisuke Takeuchi vs Amy Poford- Revenge

Amy grit her teeth; her skull felt like it was being molded out of shape. She felt him push down, but she took a wider stance, resisting, knowing that the pain would be worse if they ever reached their knees.

Then Daisuke attacked again. Amy winced as the second knee hit her, but, before Daisuke could return it safely to the floor, she grabbed his leg. "Well I've got plenty of beginner's luck left." With his leg in her arms, she powered her back so that she was standing straight, driving his leg up in the process, hoping that his disrupted balance would make the downward pressure ease up, and that his fall would make him reflexively release her head.

Daisuke managed to lock in that front facing headlock with relative ease however he was quite surprise at his opponents stubborn nature, her determination and strength as she refused to go down on her knees. She took up a wide leg stance which allowed her to push back up as he pushed down.

No matter- a good ol knee in the belly should end her resistance. His knee went right up in her belly and she let out a grunt, but before he could place it back down on the mat and try to push her down again, the spunky blonde caught his leg and hissed back at him. His eyes widened a bit "N-no..." he softly said as his as she thrust her back up to get upright, causing the prince to go down on his back. "Urghh!"

Amy breathed in, relieved to have escaped Daisuke's vicelike grip. Her head pulsed and her face was a little red, but otherwise she was none the worse for wear. She leapt forward to where Daisuke lay and started to throw rapid low kicks into his thigh, aiming to keep up the debilitating assault until he looked like he was ready to get back to his feet.

The wrestling prince was now on his back, still trying to now how exactly she powered out until he was snapped out of his trance by a painful sensation in his thighs, when Amy began to fire in a couple of low kicks to his thighs. He moaned out, each moan louder than he other as he began to roll away from his opponent towards the ropes, grabbing them as leverage to get back up on his feet.

"Owww damnit. What is this? Karate?" he hissed while massaging his thighs before straightening back up completely.

"Is it? Shoot, I'm sorry. Man, I suck at wrestling." Amy smiled, getting into it. So long as the momentum was on her side, it seemed like she was able to better focus and ignore the crowd, and she was able to channel the beatdown that she'd given Daisuke back in the gym.

Amy followed Daisuke to the ropes. While he clung to them for support, she bent over and grabbed his feet, looking to pull him and away from the ropes up by the legs and slam him back down to the mat, grunting a little with the effort. "Did I do wrestling that time, Prince?"

Daisuke hated her little games, everything he tried to taunt her out with, she simply used that against him. His thighs were still a bit sore from those wild kicks as he tried to get back up on his feet. "Yeah, you do suck at this" he groaned as he got back up, half way.

He felt his legs being grabbed, then yanked on hard to pull him away from the ropes, causing Daisuke to go back down on his back. "Urghh, damnit" he cursed as he was once again brought down on his back.

Was it too early to try for the ground and pound? Maybe, but Amy was feeling confident. The casual insults, the defiant retorts through groans of pain- it was all so familiar.

Now that Daisuke was on his back, she would walk over to the right side of Daisuke's chest before trying to sit down on it, ready to punch.

The wrestling prince was once again down on his back, frustrated as this was getting all too familiar indeed. He shook his head and raised his head a bit to see Amy next to him, she was probably going in for the finisher.

"Fuck, NO" he let out a small grunt. He tried to shift to his side and try to wrap his arm around her ankle and try to yank her legs from under her when she was next to him, trying to get her down on her back.

Amy was grinning. "Are you ready, Pr..."

Before she knew what was happening, Amy felt her legs being sweeped out from under her, and she fell right on her ass. Instinctively, Amy tried to roll away, but Daisuke had a firm grip on her leg. Alarmed, Amy would try and kick her free leg to escape from her captor's hands.

His impromptu plan worked, as he was able to wrap his arm around her ankle and yank her off her feet. She felt down on her feet and was getting panicky as she started to kick her leg free.

"Not so fast" he grinned as he got back up on one knee as he pulled at her leg once again, trying to roll her over onto her belly. If he managed to do so, he would try to twist her ankle while keeping her captured leg up high in an ankle lock.