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

Tessa's arm wasn't broken, but it might as well of been for the moment. She was no boxer, so her non-existent striking ability wasn't exactly hindered. Her grappling ability did just take a monstrous hit though, atleast for the moment.

Still shooting daggers, she'd stand with a grunt in her voice. The more the match went on, the more it became apparent how little Tessa's frame was prepared to go the distance anymore. She could still compete, for now, but every second that went on was another mini-point for the Wrestling Prince. With absolutely zero intention to lock up with her foe yet again, she'd instead opt for something a little different.

Stepping forward, she'd slowly appear as if she was indeed about to match her foes hands. Once a single step had been taken however, Blue would burst forward, not only attempting to close the distance in a fraction of a second, but turn; aiming for a monstrous hip attack right at her foes gut!

As the two separated and slowly managed to get back up on their feets, Daisuke smirked as the two exchanged glares. He could see she was getting exhausted and couldn't keep up, she had been out of this for a while and despite her good start, fatigue was starting to kick in for her.

She stepped forward, Daisuke thought it was for another grapple but instead she burst forward and smacked his abs with a sudden hip attack. He let out a cry of pain as he staggered back and fell flat on his ass!

Tessa had never used a hip attack before, but such a move wasn't exactly difficult. And, much to her dismay, her frame was perfect for it. A loss of muscle mass only added larger softer curves, which meant the beauty had more to hit her foe with. Evidently enough to force Daisuke on his back. Whether such was from surprise, or actual effect, Tessa did not know. Truthfully, she did not care. The Wrestling Prince was on his back, and the blue-nette was going to make him pay.

Swivelling on her feet, Tessa soon opted to follow Daisuke's posture. She'd suddenly lower herself, seemingly motioning for a lowly bodysplash of sorts, before instead landing besides her foe rather than upon him. What she aimed for next became a staple of their many backstage spars.

Essentially laying next to her foe as if in spooning position, Tessa soon opted to complete the image by sliding her arms around her foes back and front. Squeezing her sizeable chest and stomach against her foes size, Tessa would try to press the submission from Daisuke with squeezing force!

"Give up!"

Daisuke didn't know what to expect as Tessa charged in and a hip-attack was probably the last thing he expected. Which is why, more from the sheer element of surprise than the actual force of the attack, the prince stumbled backwards after being struck with his opponent's meaty hip as he tumbled down onto his back and letting out a small grunt. As he watched his opponent stand next to him, he glared at her with his teeth gritted before bracing for impact as she did a short leap, only to fall down next to him rather than on him.

"Huh? what the? MNGHH" suddenly the prince felt her warm, sweaty body press against his back in a spooning position as she pushed him onto his side before sticking to his back and wrapping her arms around his body, her arms went around Daisuke's back and then towards front as she squeezed her chest and stomach against Daisuke's back as Tessa locked in a bearhug!!

"AAHHHH N-no...not to this Tessa......" he moaned leaning his head back towards her as his butt pressed back against her crotch, his hands went around her wrists trying to pry them off as their sweaty bodies grinded against each other.

As usual, Tessa's squeezing efforts were far from the crushing efforts possible by the heavyweights of AFW. But whilst she was by no means extremely toned or muscular, she had power when it counted. And the pressure on Daisuke's sides certainly weren't easy to ignore. Gripping either wrist, she'd try to focus where the lock was tightest straight on Daisuke's waistline, essentially squeezing in at the belly button.

"Tch...give up you pain...!" She'd roar, jostling her arms, as she felt the Wrestling Prince begin to fight at them. She'd try to force herself up to a sit-up posture, forcing Daisuke with her as she did so. She didn't really intend to rise further, unless she had to, but knew such a posture was much easier to shake and jostle her foe to make his efforts at prying her arms off more difficult.

Whilst Daisuke relied on raw power in his bearhug, Tessa relied on her skill and technique. With the two of them pressed together in a spooning position, Daisuke felt his opponent's arm squeezing around his fist, feeling a tight pressure right on his belly button. He refused to give up as he fought the grip of her arms around his waist.

Soon, Tessa would roar while jostling her arm when she felt the prince was getting some leverage on opening up her arms. The bluenette pushed up to shift the two on a seated position while still squeezing her arms around the prince. Daisuke let out a loud moan as he leaned back into her, snuggling into her chest with his back as his head rested on her shoulder.

"*Huff*Huff*....Urgh.....N-no....not to this.....not....after...AHHH" he moaned as the two were really going in at each other hard. Daisuke's body was glistening in sweat as he tried to fight off the bearhug.

"Y..yes...to this!" Tessa roared, utterly covering herself in her foes sweat, and covering Daisuke in her own. Her arms would begin to strain; the compression's still occurring, but less frequently, as her biceps tensed less so each and every time. She'd find her opponent somewhat snuggling against her curvaceous bosom, something which only further whiled her up. Jostling the Wrestling Prince side to side for what she could, she'd try to press the last bits of air out of Daisuke before she knew her hold would simply break. Either that, or Daisuke would just slide it off her via the immense sweat surrounding her grip!

"Arrggghhh No.....No.....not...AHHHH" He hated the fact that Tessa and him shared the love for the bearhug. None of them wanted anything more than to make the other tap out via the bearhug. In their previous encounters, Tessa had humbled the prince with her hugs which had frustrated him on many occasions as her technique had always beat his power.

He leaned back into her, his back pressed against her breasts as the back of his head rested on her left shoulder. His chest rising up and down a bit as he glared up into her eyes before she shook him left and right before squeezing once more. Their bodies covered in each other's sweaty, someone could easily mistake this as an intimate sweaty hug between a couple but in reality the two hated each other.

"Ack....Argghhh HAH" he let out a loud grunt as he attempted to tilt to one side and attempt to strike an elbow back into his opponent's side to weaken her before using their sweaty conditions to try and wriggle free of the submission.

Tessa loved the hold, but was aware of its restraints. Namely, the fact that when size was against you, the hold was not viable, unless you were of a great strength. Whilst Tessa was by no means an outright weakling, along with the fact she had submitted her foe to the same move a few times before, she was not in the right condition nor was her foe tired enough to tap out here and now.

The lack of finishing power, coupled with the extreme sweat, meant Daisuke's escape was a case of when, not if. And when appeared to be now.

"Gh..damn..it!" She'd scream, clinging onto his sides for a moment as Daisuke slid out of her hug, before finding her arms no longer able to even muster a grip. Shuffling back on her butt with space between herself and her foe now, she'd attempt to sit up, taking a great breath from the strength she had just exerted.

Daisuke despised Tessa, the fact that she could do this move better than him, the fact that he had to become her student for a short while as part of a bet, the fact that despite him being the regular wrestler and Tessa being on a break, she was still pushing him to the limits.

Daisuke gritted his teeth as he pushed forward, the wriggling and struggling along with their sweaty frames made helped him in his escape as he scurried forward, going on all fours with his butt facing Tessa while she was down on her own ass.

Sweat dripped down his body onto the mat as he took in fresh breaths of air, he slowly stood up, moaning in pain as he turned around to face this blue haired bitch. Daisuke glared at her, adjusting his briefs as he stood in the middle of the ring, waiting for her. "Get up....face me.....man to woman" he said standing in the middle with his guard open, wanting her to meet him face to face in the middle once more.