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

The smack from the dropkick echoed across the arena. Masuyo landed firmly on her back with a wide grin across her sweat-covered face.

She heard the prince cry out in pain a couple seconds after he took a tumble out of the ring. He was down. The MMA maven knew that much for sure. He didn’t get up straight away and the crowd seemed plenty electrified by the sight. Masuyo had plenty more where that came from, however. She still had to pay him back for those insults.

Masuyo stood back up and made her way over to the ropes, peeking a look down at ther opponent. Sure enough, he was sprawled out and reeling from the pain. Must have hit his back pretty good. Great. That worked for what she had in mind. He hopefully wouldn’t put up too much of a fight either.

She rolled out of the ring and landed on her feet before Daisuke. Thankfully, she didn’t have to worry about a countout this time around. The prince and the demon could go toe to toe with each other for as long as they wanted down here. Still, if she was going to pin him, it had to be in the ring. The best thing she could do for now was to deal as much damage as possible.

“Come on, up you go. I know you can take more than that, Mr. Royalty.”

Masuyo would pull him up by the hair with a strong grip, setting him upright before sending into the barricade with an Irish whip. That wouldn’t be enough, of course. She knew that straight away. The Demon couldn’t let up and let him get his bearings for even a second. Once Daisuke hit the barricade, she’d follow up with a hard lariat to his head, sending him over the barricade and hard onto the floor into the crowd of surprised onlookers!

Masuyo was really taking the fight to the wrestling prince, the fact that it was a no DQ match was going to surely haunt the prince as Masuyo had some very painful intentions that she wanted to try out on Daisuke. After he was sent over the top rope, he came crashing down onto the matted floor outside, clutching his back and moaning in pain. Thankfully, she still remained in the ring which allowed him to massage his aching back and take a bit of a breather. It wasn't going to last long though as he raised his head up off the floor to watch her lean against the ring ropes and inspect her handy-work. For a while, he was fearful that she would jump up over the top rope and come crashing down on him but thankfully that wasn't the case.

Instead, she would drop down and approach him while he was still down on his back. Daisuke would hiss as he felt his damp hair being yanked up as he was pulled up on his feet, he nudged into her a bit and attempted to break free but she quickly whipped him across to the barricade. His back SMACKED against the barricade as he let out a loud scream in pain "Gaaaaaahhhhh!" he cried out, as he leaned towards the barricade with his arms spread out on top of the barricade.

He didn't even notice Masuyo rushed in, she charged into the regal figure of the male wrestler and smacked his head with a lariat tackle, sending him up and over the barricade and into the crowd area! The fans were shocked as they erupted in cheers. Daisuke was down on his belly, completely shell shocked.

Hope someone was recording that one, because Masuyo had to admit. That felt pretty awesome.

It was the first time in her entire fighting career that she’d managed to send someone into a crowd of people. What did it for her was the reaction. The surprised faces and the collective uproar that came surging out from the audience. The rush, the tension. Couldn't be matched. As she vaulted over the barricade, she landed promptly on Daisuke’s chest before stepping off as she looked down at him. Personally, she couldn’t think of anyone more deserving of the attention.

She wasn’t done yet, of course. Her intentions were the same as they were from the moment the bell rang: taking the prince down a peg. And the MMA Demon was in the perfect position to do just that. No disqualification, after all.

“Hey. What are you doing down there? You’re surrounded by your adoring masses, you know. Come on. Why don’t you show them some appreciation?”

Masuyo knelt down and scooped her arms beneath Daisuke’s, lifting him up and locking the prince into a full nelson. Rather than heading back towards the ring, Masuyo would instead turn around, having the prince’s glistening, chiseled body face the energized crowd.

“Hey! Does anyone want to know what a regal body feels like? Don’t be shy! The prince is eager to greet his subjects!” She gave him a kick in the glutes to keep him upright. “Just keep it above the belt, yeah?”

What followed was perhaps the loudest squeal Masuyo had ever heard from a group of women.

“Daisuke’s abs! Daisuke’s arms! Daisuke’s face!” Quite the fan club here tonight.

The Demon couldn’t help but smile mischievously as woman after woman, peasant after peasant, flocked towards their sovereign. She imagined the average man wouldn’t mind a bunch of soft, female hands rubbing him up and down. But someone with an ego this inflated? Someone that thought himself a literal king among men? Yeah, she’d seen this type before. If the prince thought that he could win against her on pedigree alone, he was in for a rude awakening.

As was the case with Masuyo, being the first time she sent someone over the barricade into the crowd,it was the first time Daisuke was ever thrown over the barricade and into the crowd. Hope no one was recording that.

As Daisuke was toppled over the barricade, he landed on the cold floor of the crowd area on his back, moaning in pain. His chest raised up and down as he looked above on the arena ceiling, the roar of the crowd almost deafening him as he thought how things got this bad for him. He was brought back to his senses when he felt his opponent's feet crash land on his chest, prompting a "Ouf" response from the prince.

Clearly, Masuyo was not done with her opponent just yet. After a brief statement, she would kneel down next to him before scooping her arms under his armpits to pull him up and lock him in a full-nelson. "Ngh w-what the? Unhand me you filthy little....GAH! Y-YOU! Get your disgusting hands off of me you unworthy simpletons" Daisuke would growl as he was upheld and kicked in the back, like a prize trophy for the crowd to inspect and get their grubby hands on.

Enraged with this embarrassing situation, Daisuke wriggled and tried to escape. When he failed to squirm his way out or power his way out from the full nelson, Daisuke would attempt to raise his foot and then stomp it down onto Masuyo's foot. If that weakened her full-nelson, the prince would attempt to jerk his arm free and push out of the nelson before turning around to face the Demon and charge into her, looking to drive his shoulder into her abs and spear her back into the barricade!

While she never considered herself a very cruel woman by an stretch of the imagination, Masuyo found it hard not to chuckle as Daisuke was swarmed by wave after wave of giddy fangirls.

Sure, it wasn’t exactly the most gruelling punishment in the world. Few people could even call it painful. But for someone like Daisuke, the Demon knew exactly which buttons to push to get a good reaction out of him. Her smile grew wider with every second she kept the hold locked in, and with every grubby hand that grazed his body. At the very least, it was getting Masuyo in good with the female fanbase in AFW.

Although, she may have underestimated just how much of a fight the prince had left in him. He was going to be a bit peeved, she knew that for sure, but it seemed to have given him some newfound energy to work with. The next thing she knew, her foot was nearly broken in half under his heel.

“OW!”

Masuyo unwrapped the full nelson, bringing her foot up to nurse it with her hands. Damn this guy had a good stomp. Probably wasn’t the best idea to go barefoot. By the time it occurred to her that the prince had slipped free, his shoulder had already slammed into her toned stomach. Her feet left the floor as she was slammed into the barricade back first, letting out a bit of spittle as she slumped down onto the ground.

“Hey, hey, hey! W-what’s your problem?” She coughed, giving a slight grin as she ran a hand along the side of her chest. “Didn’t like that, huh? Jeez, nearly broke my ribs.”

She was playing it up well enough, but that spear really did knock some of the wind out of her. For the moment, all she could was use her free hand to slowly stand back up. Sweat continued to drip off her every pore as she pushed herself to her feet. The Demon was far from done.

This was humiliating! The wrestling prince had never been subject to such embarrassment by such a common wrestler before. It felt as if he was dragged from the sanctuary of his wrestling throne and dragged down to the pit of disgusting mud where all these filthy peasant fans resided. Worse enough, he was put-up in position for such common filthy to get their disgusting hands on his royal figure. Enraged, Daisuke desperately countered by stomping his foot down on his opponent's toes, which was probably aggravated by the fact that she was barefoot. It did do the job though, allowing him to break free from her clutches. Daisuke stepped forward and spun around, watching the Demon bring her stomped foot up to nurse it with her hand which prompted him to rush into her spear her right into the barricade!! taking her off of her feet.

Their bodies smacked a her back hit the barricade hard and both of them went down. She was down on her butt while he was down on his knees, with his shoulder still against her abs and arms around her waist. "*Huff*huff*Owww...filthy wrestler! Y-you cant compare to the level of wrestling royalty" he would say trying to catch his breath. The two were drenched in each others and their own sweat, it was a strangely arousing sensation as their bodies were pressed together for a moment.

Daisuke parted ways, slowly getting back up on his feet with his hands on his waist, still catching his breath. In a moment of sheer surprise, the Demon too slowly pushed herself back up on her feet as well to stand face to face with the prince! His eyes were widened in shock and anger. "You just cant stay down can you?" he would grin. He would raise his hand to grab a fistfull of of her damp and silky smooth hair. "Just give up....you can't win. However, you have earned atleast this honour..."he would say, pulling her in towards her by a tug of her hair, pressing her body against his to embrace her for a...kiss right on her lip!

The crowd let out a collective roar as the two started to get back on their feet. Seemed like the fight was approaching its climax, and Masuyo wasn’t one to disappoint. She was just nearly back on her feet when Daisuke realized just what kind of situation he was in. He even sounded a bit shocked to see the Demon already getting back up to her two feet. Figured he’d known her better than that by now. To be fair, It wasn’t as easy as she was making it look, between the pain her ribcage and the air having been thoroughly knocked out of her, but she could manage.

“Sorry.” She chuckled. “Guess I’m just stubborn like that.” Her opponent caught her hair and yanked her up, feeding a quick insult to her. Yeah, yeah. She saw all that coming.

Then Daisuke caught her with the kiss. That...was a bit less expected.

Masuyo only hesitated for but a second before kissing him back in earnest. She didn’t bother resisting, as much as the tug on her hair had worn her scalp. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she’d buried this sentiment long ago. That was the thing about heat. It didn’t just stop at the skin. It boiled the blood in your veins, cooked your mind from the inside out. In that sense, long ignored and buried feelings had a way of...bubbling out.

“Mmm...mmmh...”

Her hands slipped around his waist, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. As much as the attitude got in the way, the MMA fighter really couldn’t help but admire the effort the prince had put into his body. The chiseled abs, the firm chest, the broad shoulders. Her fingers ran down the velvety skin and tight muscle of his body. Her heightened senses took it all in.

Even the kiss was pretty good. Pretty rough with all the adrenaline running high, but it was the good kind of rough. The appropriate kind. The kind that could only happen between two people that had been at each other's throats two seconds ago. She broke the liplock for a moment to get some air into her lungs before Daisuke won via knockout. Still, she kept close, her pretty pink lips grazing his as she gave a hefty breath into the shared musky air.

“You...are a way better kisser than a wrestler.”

He’d probably have some clever gibe to that. Better shut him up. Masuyo pressed her lips right back into his before the prince had a chance to ruin things. Was it romantic? Passionate? Spontaneous? Probably just the last one, but the Demon couldn’t bring herself to dwell on any of it. All at once, the match had disappeared from her mind.

This woman, Masuyo Ai, had really taken Daisuke to the limit. From the start of this match she had been aggressive, not afraid to size up against the prince in any contest as she really took the fight to him from the beginning of this match till their current position. She withstood his offence and dished out even worse to him, the two fought back and forth in a hotly contested wrestling match with their bodies now reaching their limit. Daisuke was most surprised when Masuyo took the fight outside the ring, hell she took it outside the ring area into the crowd as their match intensified. Deep down his respect for her grew more and more, they had been wrestling in that ring for quite some time, their sweaty bodies pressed against each other in grappling and submission moves which might feel suggestive to others at time.

So when Daisuke smacked Masuyo's back against the barricade and she was able to get back up on her feet- he was impressed by her. He watched the Demon rise back up, they were face to face once more as they were in the start of the match. He glared into her eyes, grabbing her by her damp hair. The prince was going to reward her, leaning her into him and giving her a kiss. He was unsure as to how she would react, but was pleasantly surprised when she gracefully accepted it. Her hands even went around his waist, pulling him closer as their warm sweaty bodies pressed tightly. He felt her chest press up against his own as their delicious abs grinded, he felt her warm body against his.

It was more just a reaction of built up tension between the two, an influx of emotion between two wrestlers of the opposite sex in a hotly contested bout.

As the two parted lips, they still kept close....very close. She spoke her mind only allowing him a brief response "Well I..Mmmm!"before he could say anything else, she would press her lips back against his and they engaged in another kiss! right in the crowded area as the crowd cheered and were surprised at the same time. Daisuke's hand went up and he brushed her sweaty hair back, stroking them before putting his hands on her shoulders and gently pressing her backwards, trying to part ways with her, despite this moment...they were still in a match but during this moment it seemed both had forgotten that they were just a moment ago, after each others throats!

This had to be one of the hottest experiences she’d ever been through in her life.

Temperature-wise, that is. The hot breaths, their sweat-coated bodies, the burning air surrounding each of them. All after twenty minutes of beating and thrashing each other into the ground. Even by Masuyo’s standards, this was a real endurance test. Her eyes fluttered open as she continued to return the kiss in earnest, her pink lips tugging back at his for but an instant before going back in for more.

Then things came to a sudden halt. A necessary one, even. She was pushed away and, with a shake of her head, remembered that she was in the middle of a fight in a world-class federation. Which people paid money to see. It may have been the first reasonable thing that Daisuke. In a non-wrestling sense.

She took a single step backward and brushed a few errant strands away from her face. Her eyes traveled to the side, her face burning even from this distance from one another. She was pretty sure she wasn’t blushing. The sweat enveloping her wasn’t exactly helping to cool her down any longer. Maybe it was just her head. Her mind was racing like mad as the crowd hyped up another level.

“We’ll, uh...settle that later, I guess.”

She’d let the bashful plot play for a couple seconds longer before she lunged forward and grabbed both of Daisuke’s hands. Raising her leg right against his core, Masuyo would drop down and kick her leg out as she fell, looking to send the prince flying right back over the barricade. Not that it would be easy. All that muscle was a lot to move, but she had to get him back over to ringside if she was going to continue this contest. All of the human traffic standing around wasn’t great for mobility.

Either way, she would be more than happy to get back to the beatdown, however, much longer her adversary could last.

Daisuke was taken to hell and back, Masuyo had really settled into the AFW wrestling ring and even taking the fight outside of it, even going beyond to take it outside the ring arena and into the crowd. However, in a moment of madness or excitement, the two wrestlers that were hell bent on beating each other, ending up in a tender moment of kissing...not just a light peck but the ended up exchanging kisses in a wrestling of lips.

It felt rather sensual to kiss a woman who's not afraid to sweat it out in the ring, their toned bodies perfectly complimenting each other but it was reminded, that they were still in a wrestling match. Their lips parted and words soon followed.

"....right, let's settle it in the ring first...."he softly said as the two stared for a moment longer, before Masuyo broke the spell by grabbing his shoulders, going down on her back and using her feet that pressed against his abs, send him flying over the barricade wall and back to the arena floor as she executed a monkey flip.

Daisuke's back smacked against the unforgiving arena floor, letting out a scream of pain from his mouth as he sat up and clutched his back in pain.