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

Masuyo had just managed to brush some of the last strands of hair away from her face when she felt the vibrations beneath her. Seems she was taking things a bit too lax. She figured Daisuke would need a few seconds to get his bearings. Nope. Seems she was the one to underestimate him this time. This man had strength to spare, as he was about to perfectly demonstrate.

“GAH!”

The Demon’s eyes widened as she spat out a bit of spittle against the impact. The larger man’s muscular frame made ripples against her skin as he crashed into her. The ropes shook wildly against the impact as Masuyo clung tightly to them to remain standing. He didn’t feel like letting up either. With each passing moment, he ground his shoulder harder and harder into Masuyo’s taut abs. The pressure made it feel as though her stomach was being flattened.

“S...shit…”

She couldn’t stay like this for long. Not pinned between the metal like this. Raising an arm back, she aimed to send a few firm strikes into the back of the prince’s skull as he drove into her. She timed her strikes with each press, trying to maximize the amount of damage and disorient him as best she could.  At the very least, she needed to get some breathing room.

It seemed as if Masuyo had taken her opponent lightly and the wrestling prince would soon take advantage of Masuyo underestimated him. After a swift counter, Daisuke managed to whip the Demon in the corner turnbuckle before sprinting towards her and ramming his shoulder into her abs to knock the wind out of her in the corner.

Daisuke grinned in satisfaction as his shoulder dug into his opponent's abs, further grabbing onto the ropes to each side of the corner and further pressing his body into her to really keep her pinned in the corner while punishing her abs with his shoulder blocks.

Daisuke would soon feel the wrath of his opponent as she began to club him in the back of his head with a couple of well timed strikes with her arm. The disgruntled prince backed off, clutching the back of his head while glaring at Masuyo. "Oww why you...ugh!" he growled before looking to strike his right forearm right under her neck to stun her before unleashing a chop right across her sports bra!

A few firm swings were all it took. The head was never a cage that you wanted to be rattled, especially in a fight like this one. The prince was quick to make some distance and Masuyo could finally catch a breath. Didn’t mean she was in the clear, though, and she knew that perfectly well. The forearm came for her neck, and she managed to get an arm up just in time to block it. She wasn’t that prepared for the follow-up, however, as he met her chest with a strong chop.

“Ah!”

His strong forearm struck against her chest with a loud smack. Her chest doing some interesting things with the fabric, the MMA fighter let out a gasp before clutching her side tightly. Her breathing slowed a bit as the air was knocked out of her.

Masuyo never really considered herself one to have a pet peeve when it came to fighting. Some girls hated getting their hair pulled. Some hated being yanked by the leg. Some hated getting hit below the belt. As far as the Demon was concerned, however, pretty much anything was fair game in a fight. If your opponent was foolish enough to leave an opening, then why not be kind enough to remind them of it? She never met a punch she was afraid to take. Every injury only made her stronger in the end. But if she was being honest with herself, that chest swipe could be a prime contender for shots she’d want to go without taking in a match. Having the air knocked out of you was quite possibly one of the most annoying feeling ever.

“B-bastard…”

She crouched low and clutched her chest, feigning a serious injury. Once Daisuke took a step closer, she’d snap forward and hit him with a spear, plowing into him just as hard as he did to her and sending him hard onto the ground. That chop hurt, but she could hear a bit of incessant giggling coming from the crowd a few seconds later. She was still the rookie after all. She still needed to prove herself and gain some respect. Moves like that weren’t helping. That might not have been his intention, but in the spur of the moment, with the adrenaline in the air and her breathing still getting back up to pace, Masuyo’s brain wasn’t fully on the rational side.

Maybe after she cooled down, it would be a different story. Now? This guy made just made her a little angry. Just a little. But just a little was enough.

With his body bent in front his opponent, hi head was an easy target to be struck and that's exactly what Masuyo went after. While he was busy grinding his shoulder against her abs, he felt a hard shot to the back of his head, staggering him back. However, the prince responded with a forearm strike to her neck, which the Demon expertly blocked but the follow-up chop to her chest was something she was not prepared for.

He grinned as he watched her clutch her side tightly before cursing out the prince and crouching low while massaging her chest. Perhaps Daisuke did more damage than he thought. He liked that position, her crouching low and clutching her chest, he felt as he was the superior wrestler, standing tall while his opponent was kneeling her head to him as a sign of weakness.

It was all an act though, to get him off his guard and use his cocky nature against him. As soon as she felt he was no longer paying attention, she would lunge forward and hit him with a spear just as he had done earlier.

Daisuke let out a loud groan in pain as he was taken down on the mat. The air escaped his lungs as he was taken off guard by that and was now under the Demon, moaning in pain and wriggling under her. However, he knew he couldn't leave himself open like that, so he had to make his move now or it was game over. With her on top, Daisuke would attempt to wrap his arms around the back of her neck and squeeze hard, pressing her body against his, if he managed to do so, the prince would even attempt to wrap his legs around her body to catch her in a scissor, like a python wrapping his prey.

Their warm, sweaty bodies pressed tight as Daisuke squeezed her, still feeling the effects of the spear burning down against his abs. "B-bitch...." he would whisper in her ear, grinding against her perfect body.

Bet he didn’t see that coming.

Masuyo dug her shoulder hard into the prince’s abs, sending him hard into the canvas with her on top of him. She made sure not to get ahead of herself, however. She knew that move would only take her so far. Daisuke had proven himself to be nothing if not tenacious, as he was about to prove.

His hands shot up from both sides and went to constrict her. Reflexively, she shot her arms up to defend her neck, but only managed to keep her right arm wedged between them before the hold was locked. He was smart enough to know not to stop there too, adding a pair of bodyscissors around her toned midsection. The Demon’s endurance was beginning to wane under the pressure. The friction and heat of their sweat-clad bodies welling up between them weren't helping either or the heated insult whispered into her ear.

“A-asshole.”

She knew the danger. Her opponent may have been many things, but weak wasn’t one of them. Those strong arms bared down on her hard. She had to do something to get out of this hold. Her free arm snuck behind, working up and down his leg as she tried to free herself. No such luck. They were locked in tight. The impressive musculature revealing themselves as they kept squeezing the life out of her. Okay, this guy had some legs on him too. The MMA specialist knew better than to let up though. Conceding even an inch could spell doom for her.

“Think you can-gah beat me? You grapple...like a girl.”

Masuyo pondered simply getting a few jabs into his side, but she couldn’t manage a good enough windup from this angle. She wasn’t running at full power anymore either. The match’s toll was starting to work on her. At the very least, she had to get her other arm free. Slowly but surely, she worked her arm forward and managed to squeeze it out of the lock. It didn’t make the position any less uncomfortable, but it at least opened some options. Couldn’t really squeeze back in this state. She needed a move that would be decisive in getting her out. And she thought of one.

Pushing the newly released arm against the bottom of his chin, she’d slowly attempt to pull his head back and expose his neck. With her free arm, she’d send a strong chop to his neck, forcing the air out of him. threatened to collapse his trachea. If she could hit him squarely, she’d follow it up with a few more strikes, threatening to collapse his trachea if he didn’t let go. There was a no DQ match. If the raven-haired fighter didn’t get at least this bold, she wasn’t trying her best.

Despite the wind being knocked out the prince thanks to getting floored via Masyo's spear, the wrestling prince was still tenacious enough to wrap his arms around his opponents head and followed that up with a body scissors, to constrict her in his limbs as they continued the grapple on the mats, on top of each other. Daisuke's chest heaved up and down as their warm and sweat coated bodies grinded against each other, the feeling would have been quite sensual had it not been for the resentment that had developed between the two.

"Mngh S-slut!" he would hiss back as the two traded in insults.

Daisuke was vary of his opponent, tightening the body scissors when he felt her arm going up and down against his thigh as she attempted a way to try and escape his body scissors. Both of them knew she wasn't going to find an escape route from her current position, at least not from the body scissors with that tactic and soon she decided to switch it up.

"Argh, yeah....I can. Well obviously, considering I am wrestling a girl, I'd figure Id' grapple like one...Nghh!*huff*huff* What do you say then? you feel live giving up?- Gawd you're so sweaty...geez"he complained as he struggled with her.

She proceeded to slip one of her arm trapped between his arms, once free she would press it against his chin to push his head backwards a bit "NGH! W-what are you?!" he growled as he felt his neck stretching, making it an easy target. Soon, he felt a thunderous chop against his neck, causing him to scream in pain while coughing a bit, immediately letting releasing her head as his hands clutched his own throat, his legs were still around her but were not squeezing her at all.

Masuyo would be lying if she said she wasn’t praying to the divine that her strike hit.

She was sweating. Daisuke was sweating. They were both starting to get fatigued. But he had her in a chokehold. That was the real dilemma. If her chop didn’t hit him square, she would be in a really bad spot. Not that she didn’t like the idea of getting nice and sweaty with Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, but they were kind of in the middle of something else. Also the attitude could use some work.

But the strike hit home good enough. Her released the hold almost immediately and she felt his legs slack an instant later. Pushing up and tearing free of his pythons, she got to her feet and crouched low, looking down for a second at his vulnerable state. He was out of breath and she could definitely capitalize on that. Another chokehold wouldn’t do it. She need to catch her breath and tearing those arms away could take some effort. The Demon needed something hard and decisive. Didn’t take long for her to decide. She was already in position for it. Just took a bit of willpower. A lot of willpower.

She buckled her knees, ready got into position. Time to bring the pain.

“Up you go!”

Tucking her arms behind the prince’s waist, she’d clench her bare her teeth and, with a might huff, hoist him upright against her as she pushed upward. The next step was hard, crazy, and stupid, but with Daisuke out of commission for the moment, she just might be able to pull it off. Standing tall with the larger man up against her, she’d summon up every scrap of strength she could muster, forcing her arms firmly into his hips and sending him back down onto the with a hard powerbomb before pressing down on his legs for a pin!

Daisuke was placing all his eggs in one basket with this one submission move. He had the demon right on top of him, her smooth sweaty skin grinding against his own as he squeezed the life out of her, with his legs and arms squeezing her head and body as hard as he could. Still, it was infuriating that she wasn't giving up and that she kept struggling. Eventually Masuyo would find a way to escape the hold, jamming her hand against his chin to push his head back before unleashing a chop around his throat, making him cough and gag as he released her completely.

Daisuke clutched his neck and felt Masuyo escape his grasp as she stood tall next to him, crouching low to inspect the price in pain. "*Huff*Huff* Y-you.....you....."he moaned as he felt her arms go around his waist as she buckled her knees and hoisted him upright against her before gripping his hips and forcing him up and slamming him back down onto the ring mats with a powerbomb!

*THUD*

Daisuke's head bounced off the ring mat with that impact, he was hit hard by that and soon felt his legs being hooked up for a pin. His world had been rocked with that move!

"One........Two.......Thr-!" before the referee could count three, the prince would barely bring his shoulder up and kick out just by pure willpower, the fact that he wasn't prepared to lose to this demon, not yet...not like this!

One. Two. Shit. Nearly had him.

Mausyo’s head canted toward the stage lights as she ran a hand through her damp raven locks. She let out a tired sigh as she stood up and placed her hands on her knees. A bead of sweat ran down her nose and fell onto the canvas as she looked down at Daisuke. Admittedly, she dedicated a couple seconds to admiring his fit form, the definition of his tight muscles pronouncing themselves and practically glistening with his sweat. Or her sweat. Maybe a mix of both. Who could tell, really?

The next moment, she was back in it. Her eyes flared with the fierce hunger that she began the match with. Her brows furrowed as she took heavy breath after heavy breath, trying to think of her next move. This guy was a tough one. He wasn’t going to go down quietly. That much he was making clear all on his own. A hint of frustration was starting to make its way onto the Demon’s face as she continued to catch her breath. The old reliables weren’t working quite the same this far into the match. If the MMA maven wanted to bring the prince down, she had to start bringing out some of the bigger guns. Then she remembered the no disqualification rule. That rule that encouraged one, simple style of play when you entered the squared circle...

Go wild. Masuyo liked going wild.

“Fine. You want to play rough? Let’s play rough!”

A wide smirk grew on her face. Grabbing onto Daisuke’s arm, Masuyo brought the man to his feet before giving him a firm Irish whip towards the ropes. Before he could even rebound off of them, Masuyo would already be on the charge, dashing towards him and aiming a dropkick right square into the middle of his torso. Her aim was to send him careening out of the ring, use his weight against him, but if it just planted him back on the ground, she could work with that too. Hell, if she hit anything, she’d be fine with it.

Whatever discouraged this guy from getting up again, the Demon was happy to deliver in strides.

The powerbomb really took a lot out of the prince, for a moment it would seem as if he wouldn't be able to kick out before the count of three but just in the nick of time, the wrestling prince managed to dig deep and kick out right before the referee would count for the three count.

It didn't mean he was off the hook however, as he still had the Demon to deal with. Masuyo couldn't believe that the prince managed to kick out as she stayed on her knees, thinking of her next move. The Demon would soon stand tall next to the fallen prince, as he was down on his back, his chest heaving up and down as sweat glistened off of his chiseled frame. Masuyo took the time to admire his body but soon returned to the task at hand.

Daiuske felt his arm being grabbed as he was pulled up on his feet, he was still groggy and thus did not offer much resistance when he was whipped towards the ring ropes. He figured to counter when he came bouncing off the ring ropes back towards Masuyo but the Demon would not let him get that chance as she would already be on the charge, dashing towards him and aiming a dropkick right square into the middle of his torso! Daisuke let out a grunt as he was toppled up and over the ring ropes after being struck by that dropkick, tumbling out of the ring and onto the outside arena floor!

"Gaaahh"he moaned, falling flat on his back as he bridged up slightly, clutching his lower back in pain.