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

Masuyo grinned slyly a bit as he tugged the man up by his raven strands. For such a large man with an ego to match his size, he looked surprisingly vulnerable and helpless. He could hardly stand on his own and seemed to be completely submitting to her. She remembered how he moaned and squirmed beneath her as their toned bodies met. A few men back in her early days had reacted the same way to her touch. Seems he wasn’t as above the rest as she expected. And just like the rest of them, she could likely use that to her advantage.

No disqualification, after all.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he attacked the Demon with a burst of energy. A few strikes of his forearm stopped her in her tracks. Blocking the last attempt, she released the grip on his hair and jumped away. Having made some distance, she’d clutch her shoulder, assessing the damage to her surface. Nothing bad, but it was a good stunner.

Looking back at the prince, she flashed a soft smile towards him. With a roll of the shoulder, she loosened her muscles up a bit before looking back at him.

“C'mon, big guy! You’re disappointing me.” She gestured to him with with a casual flip of her hand. “You have the honor of being my first male opponent, but I’m doing all the work! Give me a fight! Show me what you got!”

She was goading him obviously, but a man who was getting his ass handed to him was the easiest target she could have asked for. Even better with a guy whose ego was this inflated. With a wink of her eye, she’d beckon him forward, giving him the initiative.

The wrestling prince was now in a pickle. Having not giving her much of a chance in the start of the match, he was now panicking. He needed to rethink his strategy, her overwhelming offence had really caught him off guard and without a proper game plan, the prince was struggling against her unique wrestling style. As he was pulled up on his feet, he knew he had to do...something! A couple of forearm strikes later, he had the demon reeling backwards just a bit, enough for him to get some space between her and catch his breath.

She, in returned, smiled at him and he only looked on with rage- clenching his first and shaking it at her."Hmph.
You're quite the cocky bitch. I'm going to enjoy taking you down and teach you a lesson that all common wrestlers bow before the prince of wrestling" he snarled back at her as she taunted him to come at her.

The prince was a raging bull and Masuyo had the red cloth with her and so he took the bait. In his enraged state, he would rush at her and attempt a clothesline to try and take the demon down.

This guy was pissed. That was easy to see with the clenched fist and the harsh words. Masuyo gave a wide smile. She couldn’t have hoped for a better reaction. He could shake his fists and make his promises all day long as far as she was concerned. Wouldn’t make a difference for how the match would end. With her fist raised in victory, standing tall above him. For now, though, back to the taunting.

“Oh, I’d love to see you take me down. Come on come on. Show me what’cha got.”

Now it was just a matter of waiting, but judging by this guy’s posture, it wouldn’t be long. And sure enough, there he came with the clothesline, charging like a mad man towards her. Rage filled his eyes and the ring tumbled beneath him. He was a runaway train. An unstoppable force looking to tear apart anything in his way. And yet, she couldn’t help but keep smiling. He’d taken the bait. Hook, line and sinker.

Here he came. Just a little closer. A little closer. And..there it was. Taking advantage of the opening, Masuyo dropped low, just barely scraping his arm. Shooting her legs out, the Demon would wrap her legs around the charging prince and catch him in a toehold. A familiar memory from her other debut replayed in her mind. But she aimed to take it up a notch. Taking advantage of his outstretched arm, she’d seize it on the way down and give it a good twist. That wasn't going anywhere before they crashed down on the floor in a heap. Cranking the hold as soon as they hit the ground, she’d keep giving the arm a good crank while constricting his legs, wanting to hurt his legs and slow him down in the long-run. Couldn’t let him realize that though until he was up on his feet.

“What’s the matter? You look upset, handsome. Wanna lie down for a bit?” She’d say with a chuckle.

Maybe Masuyo was a little cocky, but so long as it threw her opponent off his game, she was more than happy to keep up the attitude. It was fun, too.

This woman was not for real, she had managed to royally pissed Daisuke off and it seemed she was begging for more. She got a reaction from Daisuke and judging by that wide smirk, it was the exact reaction that she was hoping to get from the wrestling prince as she goaded him into coming at her, once more.

Daisuke was not thinking straight, with a cool head, he would have realized it was a classic bait maneuver but in his rather enraged state, he went for it. He charged at Masuyo, looking to take her out with a clothesline, there was something wrong though, as he ran towards her- charging with his arm extended, he could still see that cocky smile of her flashing at him.

He approached her, closer and closer and eventually as he was just about to knock the cocky demon out, he missed his target! His eye's widened as he watched her drop down low and he lunged forward, his hand striking the air only as he felt her legs wrap around his own as he fell forward, dropping down face first onto the ring mats.

" Oufff! Oww...gah, damnit" he growled, feeling his out-stretched arm rather restricted and thereafter, even in pain! She began to twist and wrench it behind him, as he wriggled under her. Once again she was behind him, on his back as the two were floored on the mats. He wriggled under her wildly, looking over his shoulder "Arghh no thanks-
I'm good for now! If you'd just get....off of me! Urgh that'd be great"he growled.

She honestly couldn’t tell if that was a serious request or not. If it was, he already knew the answer. The Demon put more pressure onto the hold in response to his statement. If he passed out, more fun for her. But more than anything, she wanted him to get the message that her muscles weren’t for show. This match could end in a heartbeat, and, in fact, it was probably just about to.

“Tempting, but I’ll pass. Your back makes a good couch. Soft, kinda firm...” She let her mind mull on that one. “Yeah, we can stay right here.”

There was a hint of cockiness in that last statement. This guy was strong, but he wasn’t strong enough to force her off of him. Even more so now that he was down one leg. All she needed to do was keep him pinned and force the air out from his chest. She kept cranking the hold a little longer, but she knew there was only so much damage to be done. Daisuke’s muscled form was some tough armor to get through. If Masuyo wanted to squeeze a win out of this guy, she’d need to put more pressure on. Shouldn’t be too difficult from what she’d from the prince. He talks a big game, but he could only take a hold like the next person.

Quickly, she’d release the grip on his arm and move her arm higher to attempt a chokehold on his neck. With each passing second, she’d crank the intensity of the hold. With her free arm, she’d clasp her hands together and dig further and further into his neck. The prince may be strong, but he’s still a man with two arms, two legs, and an ego ready to be crushed. A few moments in this hold, and he’d be out like a light. Unless there was a stronger side to this man that she hadn’t seen yet.

Not that Masuyo was worried. She'd handled worse men than the prince before.

“Ready to submit? Wouldn’t want your reign to end so suddenly.” She’d ask.

This chick was not for real! Daisuke was really struggling against Masuyo, she was no ordinary Friction gal who just came to the AFW to look good in skimpy wrestling outfits while jobbing to the other experienced professionals, in fact her fighting background gave her that extra edge over the other wrestlers as she expertly took the prince down and kept him there, torturing his limbs in painful submission holds while keeping him floored.

She wasn't going to let him go, despite his request, why would she? His arm started to feel a little numb from her wrenching of it but he did feel he was making progress when he struggled a bit, trying to pull his arm back towards him while trying to create some space between the two. However, while the prince was too busy focused on trying to get his arm free, he finally felt the tightness in his arm disappear when Masuyo released his arm!

He quickly brought his arm forward and placed it against his side, looking then to press his palms against the mats while pushing up a bit to bridge up. However, she wasn't going to let his arm go just for nothing, instead the Demon wrapped her arm around his neck and began to apply a sleeperhold as she was still pressed against Daisuke's back as she refused to give an inch of separation between the two.

Daisuke fell flat on his stomach once more after he felt her strong arms snatched around his neck and squeezed him out. He felt her warm, sweaty body against his own as her strong arm constricted his neck. "Grugh....*cough*cough*..... he groaned, struggling in the choke. His arms flailed about before grabbing a fistfull of her hair as he began to yank on it wildly while rocking from side to side, trying to switch positions so he ends up on top.

Masuyo was happy with the results she was making for herself. The prince seemed to be in a panic as she tightened the hold around his neck. This was honestly one of her favorite moves to use against a larger opponent. There was something oddly pleasant of seeing a foe much larger, stronger, and more confident than herself slowly drift to sleep. It was like taming a wild animal. Like getting control of a wild tiger that thought itself king of the jungle. Or prince, in this case.

“Come on! Which is it? Tap out or pass out? Which one?”

She was confident that somewhere between those coughs and gasps for life, Daisuke would answer her question. Instead, he swung an arm up and managed to grab a clump of her luscious raven locks. Masuyo cried out as he began to yank down, feeling the hold around his neck beginning to slip. Slowly but surely, that strong arm of his tore her off from him and forced the Demon to the ground.

“Ahh! Hey! Let go! Let go!”

By the time she managed to get her hair free from his clutches, Masuyo was already beneath the muscular man. She let her instincts take over and covered up, letting her forearms cover her face. She couldn’t let him gain the advantage. Not even gain an inch. But there weren’t many options at this point. The only thing she could hope for was that the prince didn’t hit as hard as she suspected. All she could do was bide her time and wait for the inevitable opening. The only question was how much damage she would take until then.

As much as she loved a man who could take a bit of charge, this was one fight she wasn’t willing to concede. Raising one leg back as far as she could, Masuyo would wedge her knee between the two and press up, trying to give herself as much breathing room as possible.

Daisuke was getting weaker, his struggling weakened more and more each passing second he was trapped in the sleeperhold. His vision was slightly blurred as he squirmed under Masuyo. His body was warm and sweaty, he felt Masuyo's toned and muscular body pressed up against his own as she was about to put him to sleep. Her voice kept him awake, as she once again taunted him to pass out or tap out and he knew he had to do something quick or he was going to go out just like that.

He coughed and gasped, he knew he had to save his breath even though he wanted to talk shit back to her oh so much. Instead, his hands would reach up and grab her silky smooth hair and yank at them, the stinging sensation around her scalp and that sudden force from the yanking of her hair made her topple over from his back and down next to him as he finally had room to breathe. Daisuke would gasp for breath, finally getting a chance to breathe fresh air after the constricting feeling of her arm had blocked so much of it.

Masuyo quite cleverly brought her hands up towards her face and bringing her leg back up towards her to curl up and protect herself.. This frustrated the prince as he quickly rolled off her and moved to her side, getting on his knees next to her. The prince would once again grab her hair, yanking it upwards as he looked to get back up on his feet and pull her up on her feet as well. If he managed to pull her up with him, Daisuke would attempt to whip the Demon towards one corner of the turnbuckle.

Seems the prince was smarter than he had let on. Within seconds of getting on top of her, he rolled of Masuyo, realizing the futility of their position.

Then she felt those grabby mitts on her head again. This was very quickly becoming a really goddamn annoying habit that her opponent was picking up. It was like getting pricked over and over. By an annoying prick. Masuyo was getting a little irritated to say the least. She swung her arm into his side. She got a few chops in, getting a few good digs in as he dragged her up to her feet, but they were quick. No windup, so no power.

“Quit it! Hey! At least ask fir-ah!”

Masuyo tried to stop herself as she was thrown toward the corner. Instead, she just skid across the canvas a bit, tripping over a couple steps, before her back hit the turnbuckle. She let out a pained gasp as arms draped over the top ropes. Her head slung down for a second as she tried to orient herself. Hair pulling, harsh throws, and calling her a bitch. At least he was polite about asking her to get off him. So, not the worst man she’d ever had to go up against. Quite a character. The Demon was going to have to pay this one back in spades.

“Dick…”

Masuyo scratched the top of her head against the irritation. Her eyes slowly tilted up towards Daisuke, trying to see what he was following up with. Hopefully he wasn’t as fast as she expected him to be. But she’d been surprised by this man at least once this fight.

Daisuke was smarter than that, he wasn't going to pursue an offence when Masuyo had done well to take up that defensive position. Instead, he chose to slide off of her and push up on his knees, catching his breath before getting back up on his feet. That didn't mean he was going to let her just slide by, choosing to grab her by her silky hair once more, pulling her up on her feet- much to the frustration of the Demon who was getting tired of his hairpulling act.

Daisuke paid no attention to her complaints, after pulling her up on her feet with the grip of her hair, the wrestling prince would whip the Demon across the ring and watched her back crash into the corner turnbuckle as her back settled against it. She was the perfect target for Daisuke, who was ready to charge at her. Whilst she was busy to rub her hair to ease the irritation on her scalp from the hairpull, Daisuke rushed in at her with his body bent forward.

The wrestling prince would attempt to ram his shoulder straight into Masuyo's abs, looking to drive the wind out of her by spearing her as she was still leaning in the corner. If successful, Daisuke would keep his shoulder pressed up against her abs, grinding his shoulder deeper against her belly as he really looked to keep her pinned in the corner and leave her breathless!