Too old for this?! Daisuke Takeuchi vs Yori Nazuka

Yori was able to get out of the headlock the hard way. She was laying on her stomach right now and would slowly raise her hand only to grab her own neck and rub it trying to take away the effects the headlock left on her. She was still feeling the strong arms of Daisuke around her neck squeezing her and taking away the air from her.

The mature woman would slowly try to push herself up to her knees, while keep rubbing her neck. She would look over to Daisuke who was lying on his side. With a smirk on her face the older woman would enjoy this look before asking him: “So little man do you take me seriously now… or do I have to put you over my knee first?” She would press one of her feet against the mat before pushing herself back up to her feet, with a smile on his face.

She would try to walk over to her opponent before bowing down to grab his arm and pull him back to his feet as well. When he was standing right in front of her she would try to whip him into the closeted corner with an irsch whip. She would try to put him there with as much force as she could so he would take some damage from that. Normally she would try to start a match off more playful, but Daisuke just asked her for a beating when the match went off. And YOri didn´t wanted to let him down with that one.
 

After his initial headlock, Yori managed to turn things around as she picked the prince up in his arms and slammed him back down on his back in a thunderous slam to make him let go of her head while he moaned in pain, clutching his back and rolling to one side. Meanwhile, Yori pushed herself up to her knees, while keep rubbing her sore neck. She would look over to Daisuke with a smirk on her face before taunting him and insinuating he need a spanking! To which Daisuke simply glared at her with his teeth gritted "Never! you are not a real wrestler in my eye.....you're too old to WRESTLE" he hissed, being his arrogant self.

Yori would press one of her feet against the mat before pushing herself back up to her feet and grabbing Daisuke by the arm to pull him up as well. The prince resisted by nudging and pushing into Yori but before he could break off, she whipped him across the ring towards one set of the turnbuckle with force. He sprinted, unwillingly, towards the corner as his back crashed against the corner and he moaned in pain loudly while settling in the corner.

Yori looked over the ring with a smile on her face. Daisuke was just there in there corner… that was the perfect position for her to deal out some damage to him and teach him a lesson about respect and what older people were able to pull off. She wouldn´t hold anything back against this brat… Yori planned on using all her moves she learned over the time against him.
The mature woman would step backward to create a little more distance between the two fighters. With a big smile on her face she would scream over the ring then. “Just stay there sweetheart. Mommy is coming for you!”

Then the Japanese woman would try to start running over the ring. She would make big steps hopping to speed up as much as she could on her way over to the corner. When she was closer to Daisuke Yori would jump forward into the air, reaching out with her arm. She would try to hit the boy with a clothesline right across the chest. If Successful the Mature woman would step back slowly from her opponent looking at him with a smile on her face. She wanted to see her work and think about what she could throw at him next. All she knew was that it wasn´t be nice for him.

The Irish whip had some force in it as his back really slammed against the turnbuckle making him moan out loudly in pain as he arched his back upwards a bit and bring his hand back to clutch it and lightly massage it. With one corner of his eye he watched Yori take up position and taunt him, or so he thought it was a taunt. As she began to run at him with her arm extended, he waited till she was close enough before ducking down and rolling to one side, watching her crash against the turnbuckle!

As soon as she missed, Daisuke grabbed a hold of her thighs and quickly rolled her up in a small package pin, looking to get a sneaky pin off her early in the match. The referee saw this and quickly began his count

"One....!"

YOri was heading towards her opponent full speed she wanted to crush him in the corner and deal some damage to him. This match started out pretty well for her and she just needed to keep up this paste to beat this arrogant brat.

Normally Yori had not hard feelings against her opponents. But Daisuke was all she hated and more! And he needed to be taught a lesson he wouldn´t forgot any time soon.

So Yori tried to build up as much speed on her way to her opponent as she could. But when Daisuke got out of the way in the last moment, all her momentum was suddenly turned against her and she crashed right into the turnbuckle. Her chest hit the corner hard, while she cried out loudly.
The mature woman needed to stumble backwards a few steps holding her chest, while bowing forward lightly. But unluckily for her Daisuke directly took advantage from her situation grabbing her from behind and in the next moment she felt how she was pulled backwards. Right now she had nothing to put against this and so it was no big problem for Daisuke to roll her up for the small package pin.

Before Yori realized what just happened she heard the first count of the ref. Direktly followed up by the second.
“2”

The ref was already pulling his arm back up into the air when Yori ripped her eyes wide open. This was not good in any way… with everything she had she tried to push her arms against the floor throwing her hip upwards, hopping to get enough momentum to get her shoulders up from the floor in the last moment.

If she was successful it would be right at the last moment, right before the referee hit the floor the last time. This would be dame close!

 

As Yori was running towards the prince at full speed to squash him in the corner, Daisuke at the last moment managed to evade her and watched her body smack into the corner hitting nothing but the harsh corner turnbuckle. In her dazed and confused state, Daisuke managed to take advantage by doing down on his knees behind her and rolling her up in a quick roll up pin. The referee got to the count of two before Yori managed to kick out.

"Shit! Tsk, you should have stayed down Yori....it's only going to get worse for an old wrestler like yourself. Call it quits while you can" he taunted before grabbing her by the head to pull her back up on her feet as he got back up with her as well. The prince tried to wrap his arms around her waist tightly, giving her a hard squeeze as their bodies grinded, his young chiselled frame against her older yet still equally fit body. Daisuke started to squeeze her body in a classic bearhug, looking to wind her out with his submission move.

Yori was able to escape the pin at the last moment but Daisuke wouldn´t give her any time to rest, instead he would pull her at her hair back up to her feet. This was pretty mean and painful of the prince. Yori tried to grab his wrist pulling herself up on them, trying to decrease the pain. After some moments she was standing back at her feet directly in front of him… And suddenly she felt how his two strong arms were wrapped around her waist.

It wouldn’t take one moment until he started to squeeze her hardly. This led to Yoir starting to moan out loudly, because the air was pressed out of her and the arms were pressing her so strongly that her upper body was bent backwards. Yori cried out loudly while she reached out with her arms. She couldn´t stay for long in this hold… or he would break her apart. Yori tried to put her hands against the chest of his, in a despite attempt to push herself free.
“let go…of me!”

The prince expected quite as such, even though she was a much older wrestler- she wasn't going to go out with a surprise roll up pin. After escaping the pinfall, Daisuke began to move to other tactics to try and win this match- mainly submission moves. He grabbed her disrespectfully using her hair to pull her back up on her feet before wrapping his arms around her waist, giving her a hard squeeze as he locked in the classic bearhug, to squeeze the life out of her and try to make her tap.

Daisuke felt her hands smack his chest as she pressed her palms against his pecs and pushed in to him, looking to try and create some space between the two. However, the prince shook her body up and then kept squeezing harder and harder while leaning in towards her, trying to make it so that their bodies were pressed tightly to maximize the squeeze effect

"Mngh I will let go of you....once you submit to me and ADMIT you are too old to wrestle against a younger, stronger, fitter wrestler" he continued to taunt her.

Yori was in a pretty painful bear hug right now… her opponent got his strong arms around her and was pressing the live right out of her. She wasn´t used to face someone with that strength… but she should better get used to it soon. With her power alone she couldn´t break out of this hold, the arms of her opponent were too strong.
The young man was coming pretty close to the mature woman what normally wouldn´t be any problem for her, but she got a problem because it was him. He brought the body´s of the two fighters pretty tight together. And to top it all of Daisuke really had to ask her to submit in a pretty unfriendly way.

The Japanese woman would press her teeth together before replying. “Dream on!” Then she pull her right arm back, before firing some short range hooks right around the arm of the prince into his flank. She would do this over and over, trying to force him to let go of her. She wouldn´t stop any time soon, because it was her only hope to get free…

If she was successful the mature woman would fall down right onto her knees breathing heavily.

The wrestling prince really began to show off his impressive strength to his opponent, who had doubted his abilities. Daisuke really wanted to prove his point that he was the better wrestler and that someone as old as his opponent shouldn't even be in a wrestling ring against the prince. After a fiery start from his opponent, Daisuke had taken back control as he had a tight bearhug locked, which he used to sap the strength away from his opponent as he squeezed her harder and harder.

Yori, however, was not about to give up. She instead pulled her right arm back, before firing some short range hooks right around the arm of the prince into his flank. She continued to pound on him as he let out moans and groans of pain as he staggered back, eventually letting her go as she dropped down on her knees while he was forced back to break up the hold.

"Urrghh owww.....damn you" he hissed while glaring at her.