The unpaid Price

"Oho don't you worry, they'll be plenty more to regret after Im done with you, after you're down in the middle of the ring tapping to the better wrestler, and milk-bun? Like really...is that the best you've got?"he chuckled sarcastically to annoy her even further as the two continued their heated argument.

He allowed her to walk past him as he stripped down to his wrestling attire, before following her, as he hopped up on the ring apron and entered the ring- the pair decided to settle for a standard wrestling rules- the question was, without a referee- who would fall to the temptation to bend the rules first.

"Don't you worry blondie, I don't need anyone to help me out-wrestle a gimmick oil wrestler"he grinned back before moving to his corner of the ring. He began to adjust his briefs a bit, then stretched off his arms and legs as he got ready.

"Hmph, alright...Im ready to wrestle...and win"he smirked as he began to slowly move out of the corner, walking to the middle of the ring.

“Yeah yeah, bla bla bla. That´s your true art, talking.”
This guy would probably not listen to anything anyone would say to him, that was something that Tessa was pretty sure off while she warmed off in the ring with a little stretching. Maybe his sister had some influence over him, but she actually thought more that he was jealous at his own sister because she had prevailed where he had failed in no time contrary to him. Not that his sister was a beacon of sympathy either from everything she had seen from her on TV. But at least she could not only talk the talk, but also walk the walk in the ring.

"We'll soon see about that Tessa"he said while standing in the middle of the ring, waiting and watching his opponent finish off her stretching. When she seemed ready, Daisuke stood his ground in the middle of the ring. He raised his hands out infront of him while crouched a bit at the knee to take up a classic wrestlers crouch position with his hands extended a bit towards the German.

He started to slowly circle around towards her left, looking for an opening as he would try to lunge in to grapple up with her.

Contrary to the last time, there would not be a referee that could look for this and that. But despite being a loud mouthed brash idiot for everything she had seen from the male sibling of the royal family of wrestling she did not remember that the guy was an unfair wrestler. And a little tactics would not hurt either if she would take the fact that she had not planned to ever have a match with Daisuke again and was zero prepared to meet him again in a ring. but he started that boat with her she guessed.

Taking a lot of time with a huffing sound, she would then basically jump into the grapple and probably a lock up.

A draw seemed unacceptable to the prince, who really wanted a result against the Friction wrestler, even though an official match was out of the cards for sure- it would seem fate had them met one last time to decide the outcome of their last bout, on who the better wrestler was. Even though this was a non official gym match without a referee, the wrestling prince still wanted to treat it as an official match and keep the bout within the rules of the ring.

The two shuffled around, both cautious to approach the either before the two stepped in, their bodies slapped into each other as they went for a lock up! "Hrrngh!" he grunted as the pair engaged in the lock up, shuffling around in the lock up as Daisuke looked to press the advantage. "Mngh I will make you admit I am the better wrestler"

“Gh. You would not even be the best male wrestler in a bingo hall federation!”
Unlike in their first meeting, Tessa was not too keen to give up on the lock up this time and gave her best to prevail in it as long as possible, betraying her usually quite collected behavior at the start of a match. Daisuke had the uncanny ability to brush out the absolute worst in every person he met as it seemed, there were plenty of people that could probably spend a day complaining about the vain guy that she of all people had the privilege to have met.

"Mngghh! Still good enough to out-wrestle a washed up wrestler like you!" he hissed back as the two were locked up in a heated battle, none wanting to give an inch in their lock up. Their bodies pressed up tight, so were their heads as the two shuffled around left and right, with Daisuke seemingly getting frustrated at their stalemate.

"Ngh I-I've had enough of this" he groaned before side stepping out of the grapple, frustrated at not being able to over power the German, he attempted to pull of the lock up and instead step to her side to wrap his arm around her head, pulling it down to press it against the side of his chest as he began to squeeze hard, locking in a standard side headlock.

Pretty simply said, Tessa was quite gritty now in her desire to win this round in the lock up. Usually, she would have backed out early of such a meeting where strength was the determining factor but here it was another story. Therefore it was pretty unsurprising when Saisuke finally lost patience with her persistence and drew her into a side headlock.

“UH!”
She grunted while her head was pressed against the body of the man. There were really worse fates than this, but she was not here to snuggle against a guy, so she would throw some short punches into the kidney area of Daisuke to encourage him to stop the move.

It seemed as if Tessa was not going to hold anything back this time around, in their previous bout the prince had easily managed to overpower Tessa, to the point where she had to switch her tactics. Today, however, she was adamant to hold her ground in the lock up, much to the frustration of Daisuke. Finally, he had to switch his tactics this time around as he bailed out of the grapple to side step and lock in a headlock, pressing the side of her face against his chest.

He grinned out when she let out a small grunt, "Hmph, too easy Tessa-OUFFF,Owww" suddenly his taunt changed into a loud moan of pain when the blonde threw some punches at his gut, winding him out a bit as he staggered back, letting her head go and massaging his kidney area.

Now that surely had put some wind out of the sails of the yacht of her majesty, with him stumbling away from the treatment and everything. Now stumbling was also a very harsh word for his actual movement, but every little cut that she could give him made her a little bit more happy at the moment.

And speaking of using the moment, she would attempt to do something rare for her own standards by attempting to make a hand stand to bring her legs around the neck or throat of the guy for a quick hurricanrana move. It was something she did not show very often in friction and surely not as clean as a real luchador, but she was capable of performing it by doing it regularly in training.