Daisuke Takeuchi vs Grace Allen

Being slammed against the ring post was bad enough, but at least it's very shape allowed a flexible spine to curve around it, somewhat. The hard, flat and completely unyielding ring floor felt even worse to Grace Allen, and her lithe, athletic body arched up off the cold surface, her lovely face a grimace of pain. "Uhnn! Damn you...arrogant jerk.." The insult was barely a whisper, she hadn't the breath in that moment to shout her defiance.

Grace wanted to roll away from him, but his fingers were in her hair, yanking her up despite the ache of a protesting back, and shoved her into the ring. The brief roll disoriented her for a second, and before she knew it, Daisuke was pinning her down, her leg hooked, limp in his grasp.

"Two!"

Two.... Two!? She hadn't even noticed the first count! Instinctively, she jerked her body to the right, forcing her shoulder off the mat in time to avoid being pinned for three. The pin count broken, she lay there beneath the Wrestling Prince, catching her breath.

After the initial good run by Grace, the prince had taken control. One bad judgement call by Grace and Daisuke made sure she paid for it. After catching her mid air and slamming her against the post, the prince followed that up by a powerslam on the floor, which only aggravated the pain in her back. He wasn't done there though, he grabbed her by the hair disrespectfully and shoved her back in the ring where he quickly followed in.

He hooked up her leg and to his surprise, she managed to kick out at two as she laid there beneath him, panting. He only smirked as he looked down on her , before grabbing her by her hair once more to make her sit up in a seated position where he took a seat behind her. Daisuke wrapped his arms around her neck from behind and began to squeeze, locking in a classic sleeper hold submission.

"Hmph, you're not so tough......and here I thought you could actually give me a real wrestling match. Go on Grace....submit to your prince" he growled at her.

It took every once of discipline and experience Grace had not to go into outright panic mode when the sleeper-hold was locked on. She couldn't let herself get frantic and burn up precious oxygen with every move she made. Of course, that was all easier said then done. It was one thing to know, intellectually, what to do when trapped in a sleeper-hold. Having a strong man compressing ones carotid artery, feeling the disorientation and the leaden feeling in her limbs setting in... that was another story altogether.

Grace Allen threw her elbow back at his ribs. At the same time, she tried to get her feet underneath her and force herself to stand, striking back with another elbow if Daisuke tried to wrestle her back down into a seated position. It would be a fight the entire way, but she had to get to feet!

Things were starting to fall back into the prince's hand as he started to pull in his offence at the American female wrestler. After tossing her back in the ring, he proceeded to shift her up in a seated position before locking in a sleeperhold. His strong arm wrapped around her neck, his muscles tightened as he shook her body up while leaning onto her back. The prince asked her to give up yet again but Grace didn't respond.

Instead, she threw her elbow back at his ribs, making him groan in pain while his hold loosened up slightly. At the same time, she began to get back up to her feet and as she did she struck back with another elbow to Daisuke as he tried to resist her and push her back down.

"Ouffff!" he cried out as he staggered back, arms wrapped around his own ribs now as he began to back off Grace, looking to catch his own breath and recover.

What Grace Allen *wanted* to do was rush forward and leap into the air, delivering with pin-point accuracy a drop kick to Daisuke's smug face. She could imagine how satisfying that might be. Unfortunately, back in reality, the sleeper-hold had taken enough out of her that even the thought of leaving her feet made Grace dizzy. At least Daisuke didn't seem in any great hurry to press the attack, favoring his ribs. She rubbed at the side of her neck, formulating another plan of attack.

When she approached, it was far more cautiously then before, arms raised for another collar and elbow tie up. "Come on, your majesty. Want to try your strength again? Maybe this time you won't lose to a girl."

Grace allowed all the acidic mocking into her tone that she was capable of, and if Daisuke approached to grapple with her, she'd lash out with a kick aimed for ribs, looking to target the same spot her elbow had struck.

With Grace managing to work her way out of the sleeperhold, it was Daisuke that was staggering back and favouring his ribs as he began to massaging them a bit to ease the pain from the elbow strike. Grace was in no hurry to push the attack either as she was busy catching her own breath after being trapped in a sleeperhold and it seemed both wrestlers took a slight break from the actioj.

Until, Grace attempted to goad the prince in another test of strength. She proved to be on par with the prince as they went stalemate earlier, something that Daisuke was not prepared to accept. With him panting and glistening in sweat, Daisuke gritted his teeth and hissed at her "Grrr, I'm not going to get pushed around by a filthy woman like you!" he barked before lunging in for the grapple, only to be struck with a kick aimed at his weakened ribs! *THAWK*

The prince let out a loud moan in pain as sweat flicked off his body from the impact of the kick and he staggered back towards the ropes.

Filthy woman? 

The insult rattled around Grace's brain as she gasped for breath, still recovering from the last exchange, reaching up again to rub at her neck after escaping the sleeper hold that Daisuke had not so gently applied. It took a great deal to get Grace Allen to the point of anger, but Daisuke seemed to have a particular gift when it came to getting under her skin. 

Still, he was a dangerous opponent when given the opportunity and one with extra incentive to humiliate her as he promised from the beginning. She couldn't let up now! Forcing herself into a sprint, sweat misting on her long, dusky limbs, Grace came in fast with a forearm strike aimed for Daisuke's head! 

If she connected, she'd try to take advantage of his position against the ropes to fling both of his arms over the top ropes b ed fore yanking the middle rope up and over them to temporarily trap his arms.

The prince prided himself of being the wrestling prince with all the other of his peers being as filthy common wrestlers, apart from those who he himself considered royalty- which was perhaps only his sister. Still, after doing a number of Grace, the American girl had some payback in mind as she followed a staggered Daisuke, ignoring the pain in her own neck and without taking too much of a breather she sprung at the prince to strike him in the head with a quick forearm to send him staggering back against the ropes.

He leaned back into the ropes, his chiselled muscular frame glistening in sweat from under the ring lights as he shook his head trying to clear the cobwebs in his mind after that strike.

He didn't have to wait long though as Grace flinged both of his arms over the top ropes before yanking the middle rope up and over them to temporarily trap his arms. "Mngghh w-what the? Gahh" he groaned as he yanked forward, trying to shake his arms loose from the ropes.

Grace was pushing herself a bit too far, too soon, and she knew it. Fighting her way out of the sleeper hold left her limbs feeling sluggish, and even thinking of her usual high flying offense seemed to make the pain on her back more pronounced.

Still, she had Daisuke trapped for a few moments, his arms tied in the ropes, and Grace Allen was determined to issue a receipt for his prior insults!

Clapping her hands to get the crowds attention, Grace reared back with her right hand and swept it forward, aiming a painful knife edged chop for Daisuke's chest with enough impact to make Rick Flair proud! She could have sworn a few fans gave an appreciative Wooooo in response!

If the first connects cleanly Grace would lay in another chop, and another, ending at the tenth chop or unless Daisuke manages to pull himself free of the ropes sooner.

The sleeperhold didn't really take her out or force a submission out of Grace but it sure hell did a number on her. Despite that, she decided to push on and press the advantage as she managed to back the prince up against the rope and trap his arms in between the two middle and top rope to leave his chest an open target and that's exactly what she targeted.

As Daisuke tried to wriggle free, he suddenly felt a HUGE stinging chest slap right across his defined chest to really make him scream in pain "AAHHHHHH!" he let out a loud moan as sweat flicked off his chest after that chop. It didn't stop there though as Grace pressed on, going for another....and another until she managed to get up to ten! His chest was reddened and really in some stinging pain as he limped forward, his head hung infront of Grace as those chest slaps really did a number on him!