Too old for this?! Daisuke Takeuchi vs Yori Nazuka

Daisuke:

Vs

”Yori”:

YOri was standing backstage directly before the entrance to the arena. She smiles a bit. Another great night was about to start. She got another interesting match coming up her way. With a even more interesting opponent. He called himself the prince of wrestling… Yori wasn´t so sure what she should think of him. He was looking cute and all… and he was pretty good in the ring… but till now all she saw from him was him behaving like an asshole! Maybe it was just show… or at least Yori hoped it that it only was a show… She preferred meeting nice and friendly people in the ring. Maybe he wasn’t so bad like everyone was saying to her. Yori still had to smile. She was wearing her typical Black sport bra and sport shorts and was walking up and down backstage.

This was the worst thing she new… having to wait till she finally can get out there and get things started.   But luckily for her the ring announcer would start to speak up directly.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our next match up is a normal match settled for one fall. Winning is possible via Pin, Submission or KO. standing 6´2 feet and weighing 190lbs, The woman with the fist of a loving mother, Yori Nazuka.”
The fans started to cheer and clap loudly only from hearing her name, what made Yori feel warm inside and smile happily. She would start to walk out into the front on the stage. The light was burning on her skin and her music started to play a moment after she was already standing on the stage. Porcelain Black - One Woman Army She smiled and started to make her way down to the ring clapping into the hands of some happy fans directly sitting at the ramp.

Yori would even stop for a short moment taking a self with one female mature fan of her. Then she would reach the ring and would start to walk around it clapping into the hands of all people sitting around the ring. Before she would walk up the stairs to the ring onto the apron. She would walk over the apron for a moment till she was standing in the middle of it. There she would bow backwards, pressing her boobs into the air. Then she would bow down to enter the ring under the top rope.

As soon as she was inside the ring she would walk into the center of the ring, putting both of her hands over her head starting to move her hips and circling around a bit… She smiles while doing so, but she didn´t really notice that her music already stopped playing.

Yori heard that a new music started to play and she would stop dancing around in the ring turning around to view the ramp. With a smile on her face did she watch how her opponent appeared on top of the ramp. He was looking like a real fight for her. He was tall, muscular and wasn´t new to fighting. This all were factors that this match could be more than interesting.

Yori saw him climbing up onto the apron and when he let his rope fall down to the floor she needed to lick over her lips. She couldn´t hold it back… but he was just looking to tasty standing there showing of his body to her and the crowed… Then he entered the ring and Yori was expecting some nice words from him… maybe welcoming the new girl to the afw. Yori was smirking at him while they were facing off…

But the moment he started to talk to her, her moth opened wide while she stared right at her opponent. What did he just said to her… and that straight to her face. “Too… tooooo old?!”, she tried to reaped a part of what he just said. “Did you just… just said that I am too old to fight here?” She couldn’t believe it… the thing she was told the most… the thing she hated to hear the most.

It would take a few moments till Yori was able to break free from her shock and say something back to him. She looked into his eyes, although it was more like a angry staring… The crowed didn´t directly know how to react to this because they only saw Yori smiling the whole time she was around. But not now… not for this asshole! Yori would bow a bit forward getting closer to the face of him.
“Okay listen you little punk!”, she said with a calm voice, although her anger was to hear vibrating under her skin. “It might be that you call yourself the prince of wrestling. But let me tell you something your highness. You think you are the big guy around here… you think everyone else is just garget compared to you… but this is just the shit up in your head. Just because I am a few years older then you doesn´t mean that I can hold on to you! I went throw so much just to get here… I fought so many fights got through so much shit… just to get the chance of stepping into the spotlight one more time… I almost made it one time to the top… but it was taken away from me… and 20 years later I got another chance to do it again… and believe me one thing I won´t let any young bug like you tell me that I can´t make it… I worked hard… and I will work even harder… So better shut your moth little boy or I will shut it for you! Maybe you didn´t get the memo but the time of Kings and queens is over, and the same counts for your!”

YOri was staring angry into his eyes. Maybe she was pushing it a bit up herself, but he just hit a wound point… and he was the perfect one to get all that shit off from her.
 

Yori would take a short break after her opponent replayed to her. She needed to swallow that for a moment. That hit a wound spot, she hopped that the people around here would accept it that she was a bit older… and would still welcome her with open arms… in these smaller leagues it was often no problem. They gave her a warm welcome… but this… this right here… that was something totally different.

But what did she though when she came here… this was no fun here, it was the big league. Everyone here wanted to stand on the top and they would not stop until they were there, it doesn´t matter how you hurt by doing so. And what better way to show how great a person was by insulting someone else and running down on his clear weaknesses. Yori would bit her lips before she was able to speak up again. The faces of the two wrestlers where pretty close right now, normally The mature woman would be uncomfortable with that but right now she didn´t care about that.

“Yeah you might be right with that… you might be totally right with that one. This ring might be not mine any more… someone else has the crown and the belt right now. But I bet I can still pull out enough on my old days to put a big talker like you down for good! You want to be the best… then let actions speak for you and stop hiding behind your stupid words. You are just and arrogant prick who needs a good old fashion beating to teach him some respect again!”
 

Yori was starting right into the eyes of her opponent. “Finally you are talking you little brat… 5mintes… that is enough for me to teach you how to treat a lady right! I will give you a beating… old school!” She would say back to him. But she wasn´t able to go on because suddenly she heard the ring bell rung. Yori was pretty surprised about that, she wanted to turn her head to see what the ref had to say about this.

But just in that moment the knee of her opponent strike right into her stomach. She didn´t flexed her abs making this attack from him a full success. Yori would cry out loudly in pain after all the air was pressed out of her at once. She slowly was bowing forward holding her stomach. She needed to catch loudly, while she stumbled a bit around. Then suddenly she felt a strong arm warping around her neck putting her into a facelock.

The mature woman directly put her hands onto the arm of the prince trying to pull it away… but without any progress. He was just to strong for her… she wasn´t able to move the arm just a bit. Not she was caught and couldn’t breathe. Dispread she tried to get out of it but without any success. Daisuke was backing up his words directly and got the crowed right behind her.
 

It was humiliating to be pulled around by this brat like a dog on a leash. Yori was really disliking this at the moment. He got her in a moment she didn´t expect any attack from him and so he got himself the upper hand pretty soon. That a prince of wrestling needed such tactics to fight a match, how could this man look into the mirror every morning?

Yori would bit her lips for a moment before she suddenly tried to put her arms around her opponent. One arm around his back and one arm around his legs. “Listen you little punk!”, she would start before she would bent her knees a bit trying to get lower. Then she would start to push herself upwards again, hopping being able to load her opponent onto her arms. She would try to lift him up from the mat holding him up like a child in her arms. She would try to walk forwards a few steps with him up there. Then she would keep on talking. “I might be old… but hell no I won´t give in to you and hell no I am TOO old for this!” While screaming the last part she would try to jump forward letting herself fall down, while doing so she hoped that she would be able to slam Daisuke back first onto the mat.