The Demon and the Prince! - Masuyo Ai vs Daisuke Takeuchi

Standard Match
No Disqualification
Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.

Masuyo Ai:

Masuyo redid her hand wrappings as she looked over herself in the mirror. Checking over her hair and attire, she cemented her self-approval by quickly slapping her cheeks together. Ready as she was ever going to be, she made her way through the halls to the gorilla position.

Her first match in the Tension arena. Not long after her debut either. Masuyo wasn't too bothered by it anyway. As fun as the Friction girls were, it had been a while since she had gotten into a brawl with a tough guy. Between the number of street brawls, male trainers, and occasional admirer, her experience with men was limited. If she wanted to become a well-rounded fighter, that meant grappling with every wrestler the federation had to offer.

Hearing her entrance music and seeing the lights blaring, Masuyo descended down the ramp. She was getting a surprising amount of attention. Some of her popularity was trickling over to the other arena clearly. No wonder management decided to make it official so soon.

Guess this is a good time to see how much I've grown. Lose one debut? Tough luck. Another one? Jeez, I might as well retire early.

Hoping over the top rope, she landed squarely on her feet and threw a fist towards the crowd. She leaned against the ropes after making it to her corner. A proud smile found it's way onto her face as she soaked in the audience. She could finally start tearing her way through the big leagues.

Letting out one more breath, she waited for her opponent to make his entrance. Hopefully they were strong, or at least looked tough. It'd feel pretty embarrassing for her first win to be against a whelp.

The wrestling prince was scheduled to wrestle a Friction starlet in today's main event. His quest continued to be crowned the best wrestler in AFW- not just Tension, Daisuke wanted more than that he wanted to be called the best wrestler in the entire of AFW. He didn't care of brand specific titles but wanted to achieve something more important than those. Back in his locker room, Daisuke had just stepped out of the shower area to take a nice warm shower to cleanse himself pre-match, the wrestling prince soon dried himself off before putting on his wrestling attire.

Daisuke:

He put the finishing touches off by putting on his polished back wrestling boots and his ring-entrance prop, a glittery black robe. As he was ready, he moved out of the locker room towards the gorilla position. He waited calmly for his entrance music to cue, after which he would brush past the curtains and move out to the arena. Daisuke would be welcomed by a shower of jeers as he walked down that ring ramp with a cocky smirk on his face. As he neared the ring, he would step up on the steel steps and make his way inside the ring, ignoring Masuyo's presence as he looked at the referee first before de-robing himself and handing the robe to the referee and stretching out his arms and neck.

Finally he would turn his attention towards Masuyo, walking up to her in her corner as he got up to her face to face. "So they send yet another rookie against the wrestling prince huh? Well, at least you look tough but then again looks can be deceiving. I doubt you can put up much of a challenge" he would say with a grin.

Well, the crowd was at least excited. Masuyo didn't have the best view from her corner, but she could just manage to make out his attire. What was with the cape, though? It looked kinda cool, but still. Why? The professional circuit was so much flashier than what she was used to. She might have to pick it up at some point. Maybe add a scarf. Yeah, scarfs are cool. Gin's was at least.

As he entered the ring, it was clear that Masuyo was going to get her wish. The man looked strong. It seemed like she would have to make an equally decent first impression…

...until he started approaching her corner. He was close. Too close. Spitting acid at her face as he both complemented her, yet didn’t at the same time. What was his problem? Ah, man. Didn’t she step on this guy’s foot a few days ago? Hm, no. No. This man was a smidgen taller. Admittedly handsome, as much as his attitude was putting her off. And more importantly, he commanded a presence. She definitely would have recognized him. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. She'd seen people like this before. She refused to give someone like him an edge.

“Prince, huh? One word, your Highness. Regicide.”

She pushed off the ropes, pressing her forehead against the taller man as best as she was able.

“Do you have a problem with me? I assure you, I'm much stronger than how I look. Wanna see what Masuyo Ai, the Demon of Shibuya, is capable of? You deserve fair warning, cocky.”

She finished her statement by pointing a thumb towards herself, a confident smirk growing on her lips.

There were probably lots of things going in the mind of Masuyo right about now. It was her Tension debut and Daisuke remembered his own debut as well, that too was a hard-core falls count anywhere match. He had kept his nerves in tact but he did remember all too well that it took a lot, even for a arrogant person like him to keep his nerves calm in such a bit night. As he approached the female wrestler, he couldn't resist taking a dig at her yer admiring her physique at the same time.

That didn't go too well with the Demon of Shibuya as she called herself who was quick to muster a taunt of her own, quickly mentioning a Regicide against Daisuke while introducing herself in a confident manner. Daisuke gritted his teeth when he heard that, quickly nudging himself into her as the two locked horns, their foreheads pressed as their bodies too were pressed against each other in a heated wrestlers staredown as they went face to face, man to woman.

"You're way too cocky for a rookie. Allow me, the prince, to slay the Demon of Shibuya" he grinned back, nudging his nose against hers before the two were separated by the referee, who tried to get things under control and actually start the match.

Soon, Daisuke raised his arms up in the air while backing up to the middle of the ring allowing the referee to follow her protocol. As the two wrestler's finally gave each other some room, the referee signaled for the bell.

*DING*DING*DING*

Daisuke would grin, adjusting his briefs before raising his arms up while slightly crouching, looking to circle his opponent while offering her a chance to lock up in a classic collar and elbow lock up"Come then Masuyo, let's see what you are actually made of" he goaded her.

Should she break one of his ribs? She wanted to break one of his ribs. She learned a new kick that was perfect for it. That’d teach him a lesson. Knock him off that arrogant throne of his. Usually worked to. Usually.

Although, that might be a bit extreme for the usual trash talk. Hell, it was a little ironic considering how she was behaving during her debut against Valley. Still, she likes to imagine that was more in a good fun, and a bit of mutual, unacknowledged respect between hardened fighters. This guy, however...he was something else. God damn, she was going to enjoy smacking him around.

“Psh. I don't see any prince in this ring. Just a winner and a loser. Let’s find out who’s who, huh?”

There was something about this forehead to forehead proximity that was giving her deja vu. The referee got between them just as it was getting good, however. Once they were called to the center, she heard his challenge. A confident grin emerged on her face.

“You got it, Mr. Royalty! Just remember, when you’re doubled over on the ground, you asked for this.”

She saw the signs of a lockup as they circled one another. The man across from her certainly looked a lot tougher, but she was never one to back away from a challenge. If she was going to knock the arrogance out of him, it had to be on even ground.

Bracing for the lock up, she'd push back and forth against the Prince for a few moments, getting a feel for his strength. The need to be the one to draw first blood would overtake her before long. In a snap movement, she’d slam her knee into Daisuke’s stomach. If she could manage that, Masuyo was confident she could force him to the ground and scramble onto his chest, wailing on him with her fists.

The time for talking was about to come to an end, after the referee intervened in their heated staredown, Daisuke backed up to the middle of the ring. His smug grin still not fading away, not in the slightest as he was as confident as ever. Daisuke rolled his eyes at her comment, "Oh, I already know who's the winner and WHO's the loser. I suppose as a prince, I will have to pass that revelation on to my subjects" he said shaking his head as the two got ready to wrestle.

The pricne would raise his arms up, beckoning his opponent into a classic wrestlers grapple to start off the match. She would oblige but not before passing another cheeky comment. "Hah, come then Demon of Shibuya- show me" he would say as the two lunged in and locked up in a grapple. After the initial struggle of both wrestlers pushing back and forth, neither could get into a real position to overpower the other- until Masuyo decided to find another way, as she raised her knee up into Daisuke's abs.

'"UUFF!" he cried out as he doubled over infront of her, the wind being knocked out of him. She wasn't done there, taking him down on his back before mounting his body and raining down blows on him. Daisuke let out a couple of loud grunts as he raised his arms up, trying to absorb most of her blows against his forearms while attempting to bridge up slightly and jerk to either side, trying to topple the Demon off of him. "Mnggh ow...G-get off of me"he growled.

Ah, the first strike. No doubt Masuyo was feeling good after that. Establishing her strength early on was always a point of pride for her. She ended a match almost immediately with this same manoeuvre once.

Prince Charming here was clearly made of stronger stuff though. He took a few hard strikes before getting his guard up. She could break through it with enough time. If he thought he was safe, he was surely mistaken. She didn't let up for even a second, digging one strike after another into him.

“Ah, just let me knock you out! Hurry up! Hurry up and pass out, tough guy!”

The man was a quick study, however. He attempted to buck Masuyo off him, but she was ready for one of those few options available to someone in his position. As she rolled her off to his side, Masuyo would attempt to grab the prince’s arm, flipping him with her and bringing him on top.

If she was able to, she could swiftly wrap her legs around his abdomen. Constricting him and propping him up with her steel thighs, she would keep striking him in the face. Hopefully, getting in a few more strong hooks both.

After being dropped down by a clever little trick on part of Masuyo, the prince found himself on his backside with the Demon on top of him. Normally, having a beautiful girl on top of you wouldn't be the worst of scenario but judging by the context they were in, Daisuke was in a world of hurt and Masuyo didn't fail to deliver the goods. The Demon of Shibuya began to rain down punches, some which hit his face and some which struck his forearm as he brought his forearm up to protect his face. Daisuke let out a couple of grunts as he tried to shove the woman off of him and soon he managed to do just that.

As he attempted to roll away from his opponent, he felt his arm being grabbed by her as she pulled him towards her making him fall on top of her as her legs wrapped around his abdomen to give him a good hard squeeze in her body scissor submission while striking his face a couple of more times. "URGHHH OWW"he cried out, quickly springing backwards to shift up on his knees to pull away from her striking distance, but he had to deal with her pesky legs around him.

"*huff*huff* Owww....Y-you annoying little...GAAAHH" he moaned out before looking to drive his elbow into her thighs, looking to try and make her loosen up her body scissors.

A pleased grin overtook her face as she continued to pound her opponent’s. He was hurting, no doubt, and Masuyo took a satisfactory pleasure in messing up that pretty face. His arrogant grin was still fresh in her mind as he let out his pained groans.  

“Annoying? Haven't you ever been in a fight? I'm just punching you, Mr. High Class. This is annoying! Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah...nyah!”

Timing each strike with her taunts, she wound up for the last strike, hoping to put extra force into his guard and hurt his arm a little. Her exploits were short-lived, however, as the prince began digging his elbow into her thigh. She’d let out a quick yelp at the first strike before bracing herself for the follow ups.

He dug strike after strike into her. If she focused herself, Masuyo could certainly endure it. However, the match was just getting started. Risking use of her leg wasn’t a good gambit. This man certainly seemed like he could take some punishment. At least, while he was still fresh.

Unwrapping her thighs from around Daisuke’s waist, Masuyo would bring her legs back and push her feet back against his chest to make some distance from her opponent. Rolling backwards, she’d use her hands to pop back up and onto her feet. Rising to her feet, she would make eye contact with Daisuke before giving a slight smirk. Flexing her arm out towards him, she’d slap her hand onto her bicep, putting the finishing touch on her show of force.

“How’s that? Look pretty strong from down there?”

Was this girl for real? Those were the thoughts lingering on in the wrestling prince's head. There was something quite distinct about this woman but Daiuske couldn't quite put exactly what it was. After being pounded in the face a couple of times while being squeezed by her body scissors, Daisuke would try to find a way out by striking his elbows against her thigh, prompting a response out of his opponent.

"R-really? Oww...nghh stop that!" he would groan as he felt a couple of more strikes to his face, added with that annoying taunt. Daisuke would eventually manage to break free of his painful predicament-although it did come with some side effect as she kicked the prince off of her.

Stumbling backwards, Daisuke would fall flat on his back as he rubbed his face from those hard hitting punches before pushing up to a seated position as he saw Masuyo rise up on her feet with a smirk on her face as she showed off her impressive bicep.

"Yeah yeah....no wonder you pulled away from the grapple earlier on, all that is just for show huh?"he would quip back as he too rose up on his feet, flexing his arm just as she did and slapping his arm on his bicep "This is what it's all about mmm yeah!" he would say showing his own impressive physique off before raising his hands up high "What do you say to a little test of strength? Demon Masuyo" he grinned.