Daisuke Takeuchi vs Kara Vela " Unfinished Business"

The wrestling prince walked up towards her, looking her right in the face as he looked to take out his frustration- wanting to get revenge not just by beating her but adding an element of humiliation. He walked close, leaning into her with his hand on her waist, his head snuggling next to her head as he whispered his challenge, trying to avoid the referee hearing or or getting caught on camera where people could figure it out with a lip reading text.

She heard the challenge, then just stared back at him- thinking what to do. After a while of looking each other in the eye, still hugging, she taunted him back and he simply glared back at her, before she gave him a light shove to push him off her.

"Fine, lets wrestle then"he said, dusting himself off to taunt her before suddenly throwing himself at him, looking to grapple up with her and lean into her, trying to push her back in the corner as he looked to take control of the match.

"Arrghh, this ends tonight Kara...I'll make you tap, you sweaty tomboy"he growled as their sweat slicked body pressed together as they were locked in the heat of a strong grapple.

She briefly wonders what the crowd must be thinking. Must be pretty confused, with the match stopping and the two wrestlers apparently on the verge of making out in the ring before going right back at it. Then again that’s probably not be that unusual in Tension. But Daisuke didn’t waste much time as he came at her again, apparently not content to wait for her to take the initiative.

“Come on then!” Kara grunts as she locks up with Daisuke.

But for all her eagerness this felt different. Maybe Daisuke was more eager this time, maybe she was just underestimating him, but she soon felt herself being pushed back towards the turnbuckle. She grits her teeth and digs in her heels trying to stop him before they get there.

It was a strange moment indeed, the two of them in the middle of the ring- their warm, sweat slicked toned figures hugging each other softly as Daisuke whispered her the challenge to keep it out of the crowd and camera, making everyone guess what that was really about. Still, Kara pushed him off and the match was back on. She beckoned the prince to come at her and that's exactly what he did, lunging into her his body smacked into hers as he powered on in the grapple, pushing Kara all the way back into the corner turnbuckle.

As soon as her back slammed against the turnbuckle, Daisuke pulled out of the grapple- quickly sending a stinging chest slap right across Kara's boobs to stun her. " You think you're strong huh? You think you're the better wrestler here Kara...come here" he growled at her, grabbing her by the hair to drag her to the middle of the ring, then he tried to return the earlier favour by wrapping his arm around her waist and locking in a bearhug!His body leaning into hers while he put on the squeeze, his muscles tightened as he began to put pressure on the bearhug

Kara’s back slams into the corner post sending a jab of pain up her back. Not a problem, she thinks to herself, I can work with pain. Just as she starts thinking of how to get out of the corner Daisuke breaks lose, and sends a slap into her chest. Kara’s eyes snap wide open and her arm wraps around her tits on instinct. When Daisuke comes into wrap Kara into a bearhug she finds her arm pinned against his chest.

She tries to wedge her hand into Daisuke’s grip to try and pry it open, but with one hand that isn’t happening anytime soon. She desperately starts to look for another way out and realizes that her legs are still free. With a grunt of effort she swings her legs upward and will try to warp them around Dasiuke’s abdomen trying to squeeze the air out of him.

After the grapple was over and Daisuke had Kara backed up against the corner turnbuckle, the prince landed in a harsh chest slap right across her chest to stun her and knock the wind out of her, once she was massaging her tits, Daisuke grabbed her by the hair to pull her out of the corner and back towards the middle of the ring.

Daisuke then went to lock in a bearhug, squeezing Kara as she had done to him before. He immediately felt her hands going down around his wrists to pry them open but he had his grip locked in tight. He leaned in towards her, pressing their muscular frames and squeezing her. "Tap out...." he commanded, before she suddenly sprang her legs upwards, wrapping them around his abdomen and squeezing back.

"Mngh...w-what the? Arruughh...." he groaned in pain as his grip loosened up. " Mngh....so you think you can out-squeeze me huh? FINE" he hissed, beginning to tighten his grip as they both began to squeeze each other out.

She clamps her shapely legs on tight and Daisuke doesn’t even try to stop her. Meanwhile she flexes her abs to try to keep Daisuke’s bearhug from bending her in two and to buy her time. But despite her putting all of her force into her scissor she can feel herself losing the race. She can feel her back slowly start to bend as Daisuke seems intent on squeezing her in two. Her abs scream in protest and slowly but surely they’re pushed to their limits.

“L-let go,” she says between clenched teeth. “Or you’ll r-regret it.”

As her breath gets more ragged she gives up on trying to out squeeze Daisuke. Instead she balls up her fist and launches a punch at Daisuke’s face. Before following up with another and another hit and another and another trying to beat him into letting her go.

The wrestling prince and Kara were really going at each other, Daisuke locking in the tight bearhug- squeezing the strong woman out. Meanwhile the tomboy wasn't going to allow the prince to just sit tight and let him squeeze her out, her legs were around his waist and squeezed him out as both of them began to each other's limits. It was Kara who began to flinch first, her abs flexed as they pressed up against his but Daisuke was relentless, his own abs flexed and pressed back as he continued to squeeze.

" Mngh not a chance, GIVE UP" he groaned, with his teeth gritted- glaring back.

Her legs beginning to loosen up and Daisuke thought he would surely win now, until her fists balled up and struck his face, " OOWWWWW" he moaned out. She followed up with a couple of straight up jabs, forcing the prince to release her and stagger back towards the ropes while clutching his face in pain.

The moment Daisuke lets go Kara gasps for air and she has to grab the top ropes to keep on her feet. Her legs are shaky from that squeezing match and from being oxygen deprived. She’s free and that’s what matters. As she catches her breath the crowd’s cheers over their escape start to die down, and she hears Daisuke groan in pain over the dull roar. Kara looks towards Daisuke and sure enough he’s clutching his head and not paying her much mind. As much as she wanted to catch her breath Daisuke was vulnerable now, and her instincts scream at her to take advantage of that.

With her sides still stinging Kara charges after Daisuke with and arm raised up. She will try to knock Daisuke to the ground with a clothesline and plant him into the mat head first.

Both of them were engaged in a heated squeezing match for a while now and it seemed that Kara was having it worse off than Daisuke, causing her to repeatedly send a couple of open hand jabs to the side of the prince's head, causing him to release her stagger back. Both wrestlers decided to take a small break to catch their breaths, while Daisuke clutched his head and massaged it.

He was still recovering as he stepped forward towards his beautiful opponent, however the beauty had some beastly strength in her, as she lunged in and had her arm stretched, catching him right in the chest as Daisuke went down on the ground, on his back as she hit that clothesline.

*THAWK*

" OOUFFFF" he grunted, sweat flying off his chest after that impact smacked him, with the prince immediately going down on the mat as Kara once more gained the upper hand in their personal wrestling feud.

Kara gives a whoop as her hit connects and sends Daisuke onto his back. She pumps her hand into the air but the movement sends a jab of pain down her back. She rubs the place where Daisuke tried to bend her in two as she turns around to face her opponent.

She finds Daisuke still on his back a bit stunned from that clothes line. She doesn't waist any time and runs over to his side. She reaches down to pull him up by the arm and to his feet with a forceful yank.

She will try to pull him up so that he is giving her his back. She then will bend down to scoop up his legs out from under him and lay him over her shoulders, setting up for a torture rack.

“Ready prince?” she asks, before trying to pull him into a c.