Arena Mexico- Daisuke vs. Santa Tigresa!

The lights of Arena Mexico were a bit dimmer than those of the AFW stadium, but the fans were cheering that much louder to compensate for it. Stepping onto the entrance ramp, Santa Tigresa took a moment to look over the faithful in attendance. This was her moment: after moving to Japan and training to make herself better, the legacy wrestler was returning to her people. From the older women who had cheered on Santa Tigresa I, to the younger girls who had been inspired by Santa Tigresa IV and her international exploits, so many voices were raised in the arena that the Tigresa could feel the vibrations in the sole of her boots.

Feeling the energy of those fans, Santa Tigresa IV crossed herself, bending down to a knee out of sheer respect for her fans. Then, she popped up, raising a fist to massive cheers! The Tigresa was smiling from ear to ear, as she took bouncing steps down the ramp. Her ample figure jiggled and strained against her outfit with every step.

La Santa turned her head from one side of the ramp to the other, letting her wild raven hair bounce from one shoulder to the other. She took her time getting to the ring, wanting to make sure that every fan realized that she could see them. Santa Tigresa's chest swelled against her tights, pride overwhelming her, knowing that they were there to see her finally overcome her greatest rival.

Santa Tigresa tried not to thing too much about her 'wrestling prince' at the moment, though. No matter how much he infuriated her, no matter how much the arrogant young boy crawled under her skin.

Instead, Santa Tigresa climbed the steps up the ring apron, and wiped her boots. Lowering her hand, the Tigresa took both ring ropes into her hand, and slid her curvaceous figure up the corner turnbuckle. The fans cheered along, as Santa Tigresa mounted the corner, and raised her hands in appreciation! The fans cheered loudly, their voices raining down on the ring. Looking up the entrance ramp, Santa Tigresa smiled, awaiting her opponents arrival, and her chance to finally prove herself before her waiting fans!

Daisuke was finally going to get his wish. He had gone a great length to pull this off but tonight, it was on. He was finally going to face his biggest rival in AFW tonight- Santa Tigresa IV. The two had developed a very intense and personal rivalry during their time in the AFW. From what started as a gym match, quickly turned into a in-ring battle- which was made personal and ended up in a wrestling match in the prince's home, following which Santa earned the right to live in Daisuke's estate. Today it was time for Daisuke to return the favour to his rival. Backstage in the Mexico Arena, which wasn't Daisuke first choice to be wrestling in but the pros outweighed the cons and the prince had to settle with changing in the Mexico Arena's locker room.

Clad in his usual grey wrestling briefs and black leather wrestling boots, the prince covered his body with a royal black robe and made his way to the gorilla position. Once there, he waited for his theme to cue and once it did, he began to move out to the arena. He was met with a lot of jeers as expected, it was the hometown heroines home and the outsider was surely to be jeered.

Daisuke only smirked as he made his way down to the ring, he removed his robe before walking up the steel steps and hanging the robe over the turnbuckle before entering in the ring. He walked straight up to the middle of the ring, smirking confidently as he waited for his foe to meet him.

The cheers of the fans were dying down, but Santa Tigresa was still struggling to slow her pounding heart. Head bowed, the masked luchadora took slow, steady breaths, and waited. This night had been a long time coming; her final victory, the night that would put an end to her rivalry with the so-called "wrestling prince!" With the eyes of her home town fans upon her, Santa Tigresa knew that she couldn't fail! Not tonight!

When Diasuke's music started, Santa Tigresa let out a sharp gasp. She looked sharply up the entrance ramp, looking for the arrogant young man. Sure enough, the wrestling prince appeared in all his glory: lean, muscular, clad in little more than his grey briefs and black boots. Santa Tigresa bit her lip, squared her shoulders, and prepared for battle.

"You think you can just dismiss these people, little prince," Santa Tigresa said, watching him sneer at the fans, "but they're about to see you for what you really are. A cowardly, pathetic little boy. An arrogant bastard who plays at royalty, just waiting for someone like me to take him down!" As she spoke, Santa Tigresa planted her boots, and puffed out her ample chest. She wanted to make it clear to the prince that she wasn't backing down, wasn't letting him intimidate her.

As Daisuke approached the center of the ring, Santa Tigresa rose to meet him. She let her bosom bump against his broad chest, hoping to push him back, a bit. The fans cheered, watching their masked champion stand up to the muscular, handsome bully. Santa Tigresa bit her lip even tighter. She rolled her shoulders, eager for the bell to ring and give her a chance to prove herself against this brutish punk, one more time!

The loud cheers for the hometown woman died down as Daisuke's theme hit, as expected the crowd jeered the man who tried to be a thorn in La Santa's wrestling career, a man who dismissed the Mexican way of wrestling and their people. The proud prince walked down the ramp and removed his robe to hang it over the ropes before entering the ring, where he met his ultimate rival.

He grinned for a bit, knowing this was his chance. Lose here and it was over, La Santa would have beaten him in the AFW- his own home and now her home. This would mean a clean sweep for the Mexican who out-wrestled the man in every corner of the worlds ring.However, if Daisuke were to win tonight he would restore parity as they would have each beaten each other in their own turf.

" Santa....don't be so cocky, you know as well as I do that I am the better wrestler. Tonight, these people will know what a fraud the legend of La Santa is. Tonight, the legend of La Santa dies where it was born" he smirked as she suddenly stepped up to meet him in the middle of the ring.

Her breasts mushroomed against his chest as she tried to push him back but he stood his ground and pressed into her. He leaned his head forward, making his nose touch hers to try and make her flinch but she stood steady.

He then leaned more, his mouth next to her ear as he brushed her hair back from her ear "Tonight La Santa.......the prince will conquer this legend....I promise you" he whispered in her ear, before stepping back. Then, the bell rang *DING*DING*DING*

Without wasting anymore time, the prince lunged in to lock up with his most hated rival!

Santa Tigresa hopped up and down, her curvy figure bouncing in her tight ring gear, as she waited for Daisuke to make his way down the ramp. The self-proclaimed "wrestling prince" was likely the only person the Tigresa had ever met, that gave her cause to pause. He'd vexed her for her entire career, since the moment she'd met him. Now, the cocky young man was trying to beat her in her own arena. Something that Santa Tigresa simply couldn't allow to happen.

When the two faced off, Santa Tigresa wouldn't give an inch to him. She could feel her breassts pressing against his toned body, her soft skin sinking in to him, but she couldn't let herself back off. Even as Daisuke's tight, muscular body pressed back against her, and his nose even touched hers!

"Nnh!" Santa Tigresa hissed, gritting her teeth as Daisuke continued to challenge her. His words, even more than his actions, made Santa Tigresa's face flush red beneath her mask. "Bastardo!" she hissed, after he verbally dressed her down.

Santa Tigresa's spine went straight and stiff, as she felt Daisuke lean in and brush her hair aside. He was threatening to conquer her, to dominate her and humiliate her ... Santa Tigresa tried to ignore the chill that ran down her spine at those words. She didn't fear him, not as much as he thought she did, at least. But she still couldn't ignore him!

Feeling freshly motivated, Santa Tigresa was ready when the bell finally rang! She lunged forward just as Daisuke did, ready to lock up with him. If she could get her arms on him, she would yank the young man down, pressing his head against her chest in a tight side headlock, looking to take control of him right at the opening bell!

Daisuke smirked as he watched her hop up and down in the ring, he knew she was eager to wrestle him. Both of them wanted to conquer each other in Mexico but in the end there would only be one man or woman who conquers the other to claim that sweet bragging rights privilege. Once in the ring, things turned more heated as Santa pressed right into the young prince, trying to force her self over him- trying to prove she was the dominant wrestler with her stature and record.

The prince would not back down as he pressed straight back, even playing games with her as he caressed her hair and pushed it back behind her ear as he whispered some personal taunts to her. "let's wrestle Santa....tonight you will bate in your sweat" he said as he pushed off her then offered her a grapple.

Santa gladly accepted as she lunged forward just as Daisuke did, locking up with him. The lock up didn't last long as Santa quickly transitioned the grapple into a side headlock, forcing the prince's head against her chest while her arms squeezed his head in a classic headlock.

The prince retaliated by wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a hard squeeze on the waist while pushing her forward and yanking his head backwards in an attempt to push her in the ropes while slipping his head free- however the woman who was undefeated against him had a strong grip.

"Mmngghh wrestle me like a woman Santa! Scared of losing in the grapple? Urrghhh" he hissed, pissed as Santa didn't follow up in the grapple contest.

Santa Tigresa's eyes started to quiver a bit, betraying weakness to Daisuke alone as the strapping young Wrestling Prince wouldn't back down. Santa Tigresa's mask protected her from the fans, but it never seemed to protect her from him.

The Tigresa was unprepared, as Daisuke shoved her off. Santa Tigresa's boots scraped across the canvas of the mat, as her body went scrambling away. "B-bastard," Santa Tigresa hissed, trying to keep her voice low enough that the fans wouldn't hear. The Tigresa's body tensed, her arms and abs growing tight as she flexed her muscles. Daisuke's hands in her hair, his taunts about making her sweat, had all been one thing. That was something between them. A private moment that Santa Tigresa could just put between all of the other private moments between them, not for the fans and something that Santa Tigresa would only have to deal with on her own.

The shove, however, was a direct challenge. Right in front of the people that held on to Santa Tigresa as a symbol of hope. An insult that Santa Tigresa couldn't let slide. So, when Santa snapped on the side headlock, she expected him to stay where she put him. Not, unfortunately, to wrap his arm around the small of her back and start hoisting her up!

"Sh-shut up, bastard!" La Santa hissed, in response to his taunting. Unfortunately, the lack of focus on her part made it all to easy for the petulant young man to shove her off. Before La Santa knew it, her body was being thrown toward the ropes, sinking into them, and her bouncing body was sent hurtling back at her waiting, hated rival!

Daisuke knew La Santa was scared of him, deep down he knew that she believed her wins over the prince were mere flukes. In his mind he was the superior wrestler and tonight he would get a chance to prove it to her infront of her dear Mexican crowd.

Daisuke tried to play more mind games, taunting her about making her submit playing with her hair as he got close to her and pressed against her while the two flexed their bodies, feeling each other's muscles as their abs grinded. It wasn't long till the match started and the two locked up, after a moment of pushing and shoving in the lock up, Santa Tigresa pulled off it and locked in a side headlock. Daisuke groaned in pain but he had an easy fix for this, he wrapped his arms around her waist to give her a hard squeeze and pushed her forward, making his head slip free while she was shoved in the ropes.

As she bounced off the ropes she came sprinting back to the prince who was waiting for her in the middle, he sidestepped her and quickly got in behind her before wrapping his arms around her neck tightly, stopping her dead center in the ring while locking in a sleeperhold!

"Mnghh now...time to put you out for good" he growled in he ear while squeezing her neck from behind.

As the pair locked up, Santa Tigresa tried to push out all thoughts of Diaskue and his lean, muscular body. All thoughts of the two of them, and their compromising history. The former nun had even kissed the "wrestling prince" in the past. Now, the woman's body was tingling, feeling the pressure of being defeated and dominated in front of all of Arena Mexico!

Santa Tigresa could feel some heat against herself, as Daisuke grinded against her abs. "Nnngh," Santa Tigresa grunted, as she felt her soft body rub against Daisuke's firm figure. La Santa's side headlock seemed to get Daisuke under control, but he was simply too much for her to control, tonight! He groaned once, and Santa Tigresa's chest swelled against his face in satisfaction. However, the young man kept fighting, and kept the masked young woman off her gaurd! And when Daisuke slipped her off, and whipped the Tigresa's body toward the ropes, she was powerless to resist him. La Santa bounced off the ropes, and came barrelling helplessly back at the Prince.

Frustrated, Santa Tigresa scowled beneath her mask, and raised her arms in an attempt at counter-attacking her opponent. It was the wrong move, unfortunately, as the wrestling prince slid right under her attempt at a clothesline and trapped her swiftly in a sleeperhold!

"Aaah!" Santa Tigresa cried out, as Daisuke locked in the sleeperhold. Sweat began to form on the Tigresa's brow and upper chest, as Daisuke choked down on her neck and began to cut off her air.

"B-bastard," Santa Tigresa growled, pawing at Daisuke's arms. His threats to put her down burned in her ears, the threat of him getting such a dominant win this early in the match being enough to put some panic into the luchadora. A bit panicked, the Tigresa stomped her feet clumsily, pulling at Daisuke's arms in a weak and likely futile attempt to pry him off of her!

As the two pressed up, as they always have in the past, this time it was more in a fight than in a staredown as Daisuke pushed forward while feeling La Santa do the same. Their abs and chest grinding hard as their faces were close, reminding the prince of the times when Daisuke and La Santa shared a moment of kissing each other backstage. He shook his head to get back in the game and concentrate against his beautiful opponent and during that moment of distraction, she managed to twist the grapple and lock in a headlock. Daisuke let out a small moan as the side of his face pressed against her soft chest while she stomped her foot down on the floor to take control. However, Daisuke was having none of that as he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her hard, while pushing her towards the ring ropes.

La Santa raised her arms in an attempt at counter-attacking her opponent. However Daisuke quickly ducked under her arms and went in behind in surprise while wrapping his arm around her neck to lock in a sleeperhold. His arm squeezing her neck tightly from behind as his muscular body pressed tight against her back, making sure he was really close against her while his arm was tightly pressed. He smirked as she cried out, struggled to breathe and cursed him.

"Tap Santa.....tap out....." he whispered in her ear while shaking her body in his grip, looking to really show her who is the better wrestler in this ring tonight.