The unpaid Price

Things were really starting to get hot between the two as Daisuke's arrogance knew no end. Tessa only gave him a ironic look as she raised her eyebrow, not really agreeing to what he had to say but still trying to indulge him sarcastically with that remark.

One Daisuke shifted to a grappling stance- Tessa would not back down and instead jumped aggressively to slap her body against his as they engaged in a heated lock up- surprised by the intensity the wrestling prince was caught off wrong footed as the German locked up with him.

"Nrgh!" he grunted

It seemed at first that her brash attack would lead to something, but she soon found out that the sleeper hold was still lingering in her system and she could not hold up. Her grim face showed that pretty clearly, so she had to do something fast.

After a quick assessment, a page from the book of the prince of wrestling maybe, some classic wrestling? She would just have to try it to see if it was a good idea, but a classic was more often than not a good idea so she would go with a throw over the shoulder by grabbing one of the arms of Daisuke and flip him over with an hip toss.

As the two locked up, the wrestling prince was forced a step or two back at first due to the intensity of the lock up but after a while it seemed Tessa couldn't keep up and Daisuke backed her up as he used his strength to push her back. He clenched his teeth and looked to take advantage of her fading stamina.

"Mnghrgh, not so tou-WHOOAAA UFFFFFF"suddenly Tessa twisted at the hip and grabbed Daisuke by the shoulder, flipping him over her hip and tossing him down onto his back in a classic hiptoss

*THUD*

His confidence in his superiority as wrestler was thrown through the air like he was thrown through the air himself, at least that was the impression the girl took away from it when he landed on the bottom of the ring he thought of himself as the prince of.

“Now let´s take a look what you have to say when you´re breathless.”
She said more to herself than to him. Grinning on her sweaty face, she would now indeed take a page out of his book and put the so called prince into a sleeper hold herself. It was a mve she seldom used but considered good enough to use in general.

As the two were locked in a hard fought classic grapple, Daisuke was totally caught off when Tessa tossed him over his hip and down on his own back. As his back hit the mat and made a loud thumping sound on the impact, he groaned in pain and quickly shifted up onto a seated position while clutching his back.

His body was glistening in sweat under the gym lights and he didn't even see the look on Tessa's face as she grinned behind him. The German quickly went in behind and locked in a sleeperhold, catching Daisuke in his own signature move as she squeezed her arm around his neck to restrict his breathing

"Mngghh No....*cough*huff*" he groaned as his hands and legs flailed about.

It felt pretty strange in general to have such a huge guy like Daisuke in a submission hold. Granted, for a male wrestler he was on the lean side of a body but compared to her own body, he was quite huge. A little bit of satisfaction could be seen gleaming in her eyes, the guy had needlessly provoked her from the moment she had set foot into a Tension ring, and she did not even know why! Oh the irony that he could not tell her right now, even if he had wanted too.
“Hm? Oh, sorry, I can´t understand you...”
She commented his gurgling noises.

The blonde had her sleeperhold locked in tight, she had a good grip for one who didn't often use this submission hold as Daisuke shuffled and struggled around whilst being down on his butt. His hands quickly went up in the air, reaching back as his fingers passed through his opponent's blonde hair, he thought about grabbing her hair and yanking them- since there was no referee but the prince wanted to be true to his words, that they would respect the rules.

Instead his hands went from her hair back down to her forearm, looking to tug and pry at her forearms to create some space between her arm and his neck as he was struggling for breath. Her sweat slicked body pressed to his back as the two continued their personal bout in the gym.

"Mnggh...Urgh!"

“Not terribly surprising that I cannot find a difference between your ramblings when you are in a sleeper hold and when you are not...”
Tessa managed to smile a little bit despite her fatigue taking a toll of the stability of her hold. There was a difference between knowing how to apply a hold and train for it maybe once or twice a month for a few days and to rely on it on a regular basis.

So it was not really surprising for her when Daisuke began to power out of the hold, but it still had a very satisfying feeling to let him pay for every little space and every little breath of air he was about to get.

It was the German who was talking smack back to the prince, now that she had a good grip of his neck in her sleeperhold. He struggled and thrashed about, struggling to catch his breath and Tessa knew she did the damage by taking his breath away.

Daisuke continued to struggle and eventually his hands began to pry off her arms off his neck and slowly the sleeperhold started to weaken as the distance between her arm and his neck extended. Eventually, he broke out of the sleeperhold and fell forward, on all fours, as he started to take deep heavy breathes to get some air back in his lungs while sweat dripped off his body onto the mat a bit.

"*Huff*huff* Damn you Tessa...." he cursed out.

Shaking her head, Tessa continued to let the guy work for his air. Compared to Daisuke, a puppy who was looking at you for some delicious food was as enigmatic as the Sphinx in regard to his pride or wrestling skills. Of course it was her fault now again, which was not that much of a surprise. And lack of air did not seem to be problem for him to keep his grudge or opinion at all.

Maybe a simple hair ruffle?
tired of hearing a tirade again, she would try to use her free hand for an insulting ruffle of his hair and try to break of from the hold on her own.