Daisuke Takeuchi Vs Tessa "Blue" Malore: Sad Goodbyes!

Every time one of the fighters obtained an assault only for it to be broken, the two would create space to seemingly take a breather and respond to their newfound damage, either delivered or received.

Where as one would presume this match to be anything  but personal given the two weren't fighting in a style that incorporated either trying to endlessly cave the other ones skull in, the fact the two would halt every now and then simply to insult one another suggested otherwise.

Such as now.

"Don't you have like, a super successful sister or something?" Tessa purred, tilting her head as she rose, a little slower given the small ache in her legs. "That must be embarrassing. She's a big tension superstar. Then there's you, retired by someone leaving anyway..."

After managing to get free, the prince let out his frustration by his body language and words as they both got up on their feet and glared at each other at a distance, taking a break from the action. However Tessa's insult did hit him hard as he gritted his teeth and shook his fists at her. "Why you.....this has nothing to do with Ami, it's between me and you. I am the prince" he growled before lunging in at her, looking to try and tackle her to the ground.

If he was successful, he would end up on top of Tessa with her being under him. Daisuke would try to fall to one side, looking to grab Tessa's left arm and trap it between his legs while pulling it towards his chest, going for a armbar,

Tessa's insult clearly ground her foes gears, but she quickly feared she may have gone too far. There was infuriating your foe into making a mistake, but there was also infuriating your foe to the point where their assaults would become all the more passionate.

Such as now.

Tessa would try as ever to defend against the Wrestling Princes attempts at bringing her down, but this time she bared no success. Flat to her back, she could only struggled and wiggle as her foe went for her delicate arm, before near tearing it off in his quickly applied arm bar manoeuvre.

"GHHAAA!!! You...LITTLE~" Tessa cried out instantly, eyes clenching tightly as her free hand immediately slapped at Daisuke's legs across her chest, trying to shove them off.

Sometimes getting under your opponent skins can help you in a match, a tactic Daisuke was well familiar with. A tactic that had backfired against him in many occasions as well! As the prince got more and more frustrated with her opponent's taunts, his rage took over as he blindly charged in and took her down- it seemed even Tessa wasn't ready for such a reaction.

It worked well for Daisuke who took her down and quickly transitioned the takedown into a armbar by trapping her left between his legs and placing those legs of his over her chest, while pulling her arm towards his chest and squeezing her arm

"Mngh whats the matter Tessa? where did all that talk go huh? GIVE UP.....quit this business and never return" He hissed at her.

It had already become apparent that Tessa could only equal, let alone overpower Daisuke when the leverage and angle was clearly on her side. In such a posture, she could exert near none of the power she had, a fact made even more difficult with just one arm.

"Keep...Talking...!" Tessa roared, if anything just trying to keep herself in this through pure determination and grit.

With her free arm, she'd try to twist one of the legs that had sprawled across her, knowing that such an ache wouldn't be great, but it could hopefully be the start of an escape. All the while, her arm was forced to suffer in its horrific state.

Daisuke grinned confidently as he had got his opponent in quite a difficult move. His legs squeezing her arm while he kept stretching her left arm towards her, bouncing on his butt as well to really jerk her arm and maximize the painful effects of the submission move.

Despite the pain and trash talk, Tessa would not quit....not yet atleast. The blue haired woman began to twist one of the legs across her chest- it wasn't too much but enough for the prince to let out a small groan as he tried to lift his leg up a bit and smack his feel back into her chest to try and knock some of that resistance off.

Tessa was running on pure determination now; her arm long wrenched past a point many would have called it a day at. She couldn't give in so easily. She simply couldn't. This was her last match. And she'd be damned if she wasn't taking Daisuke down with her, she'd damn well do her best to make him look a fool.

"G...Fu..ck...you!" She'd roar, evidently losing herself to frustration as it seemed an end might of been close. Eyes opening, she'd see her chance in the form of that leg closest to her head rising, confident that it was now or never!

As the leg rose, Tessa would try to roll and tuck her head in between said leg, so that it would fall behind her. With half the leverage for the armbar for her foe, the blue-nette would roll her body towards Daisuke; trying to pin that single leg now on her frame up and over, in a school-boy pin of sorts!

Despite all his efforts the big busty blue haired wrestler was still not ready to give up. He gritted his teeth and bounced on his butt to further intensify the hold as his legs squeezed harder and his arms pulled on her arm even further yet still she would not give up, instead she would muster enough strength and will power to curse him out instead.

"Why you little bitch...FINE, how about you QUIT with a broken arm then!" he said refusing to let go until Tessa rolled and tucked her head in between Daisuke's leg. The blue-nette would then roll her body towards Daisuke trapping him in a unqiue school-boy pin.

"Mngh what the? Ngh get off'" he growled looking to release her arm and try to use his leg to kick off and push her off him!

"One!"

The first count was always the easiest, given the aggressor would be using surprise and speed to their factor before their opponent could brace for that inevitable attempt at a kick out. Said kick out came a lot sooner than Tessa would of liked; Daisukes legs forcing the busty beauty off before two could even be called.

Taking her chance to happily roll away, Tessa would clamber to her knees with a metre or so to her foe, injured arm dangling a little given the outright pain. She'd look to it a moment as she rose, before shooting near physical daggers at Daisuke with her glare alone.

Daisuke had to let his opponent off now. He couldn't take the risk of keeping the armbar locked on in hopes of making her tap before the count, it was too big of a risk for the prince to take and thus he let her go after the count of one. However, he was pleased with his submission as that probably did quite a number on his opponent, whom he saw on her knees with her arm dangling on her side as she was favouring it, reassuring the prince's armbar had done the damage.

Daisuke smirked as he too pushed up on his feet and glared at Tessa, beckoning her to come at him as her raised his arms up high.