Daisuke and Belinda - Who's the better wrestler?

Daisuke cried in pain, his body glistening of sweat from under the gym lights as he favoured his shoulder and while kicking the floor. His hair yanked again and this time he let out a frustrated groan, nudging his hip into hers in defiance "Gah! Stop pulling my hair...TSK" he whined before being shoved back in the ring, on his belly.

He took this time to rest up, hugging his shoulder as he noticed Belinda...not following up on her attack. He raised his head up and looked over his shoulder to see her steadying up on the top turnbuckle as she leaped up high. Daisuke was not going to fall for her move again, quickly rolling away from his position once she leapt off the turnbuckle to avoid being struck in the back by her finisher twice in a row!

With Daisuke slightly wiser to her plan this time, he managed to anticipate what she wanted to do, rolling out of the way before her elbow drop hit him again and this time right around the back which would have done much more damage. He rolled to the left and got up on his knees, watching Belinda moan in pain as she clutched her slightly hurt elbow. Daisuke huffed and puffed to catch his breath as he got back up on his feet.

He waited for her to do the same, as soon as she got up on her feet, Daisuke would attempt to lunge in at Belinda, attempting to dive in low and aim for her legs as he attempted for a takedown!trying to bring her down on her backside as he tackled her legs.

After managing to barely roll out of the way from her high flying elbow drop finisher, Daisuke looked to take back the advantage in their personal wrestling challenge. While she was distracted in nursing her elbow, he would rush at her to tackle her legs from under her and take her down on her backside, with him on his knees in between her legs. He grinned, looking to get back up on his feet but was caught when her legs shot up and wrapped themselves around his waist, crushing him in a body scissor submission.

Daisuke cried out loudly in pain, his hands quickly tried to push down on her thighs, looking to slip her legs off but that was not working. "Ahhhhh Y-your legs...Mngghh ARGHHH" he moaned, looking to drive a forearm shot into her exposed abs, Daisuke would attempt to lean forward and wrap his arms around her waist, looking to pull her up against him while he was on his knees, he tried to counter squeeze her against him in a bearhug while her legs squeezed him in the body scissors as their bodies were once more pressed.

"Ahhhh Belinda! Who....is...gaahh the better wrestler"he asked in pain, still squeezing her as well.

The two were really going in at each other hard at this point of the contest. With both finding ways in and out of each others submissions and wrestling maneuvers. Once down on the ground, Daisuke found himself trapped in the scissors while Daisuke countered with a squeeze of his own, pulling her up against him as he squeezed with his arms. Their bodies were sweating profusely, warmly pressed against each other as they grinded in a body to body squeeze off.

Daisuke gritted his teeth in pain and frustration, the stubborn blonde would not admit that he was clearly the better wrestler. He would squeeze harder, before feeling her toned arm wrap around his head as he was tucked under her left armpit, as she locked in a scissor and Guillotine choke submission. Daisuke groaned in pain squirming against her as her warm breath blew against the back of his neck when she asked him the question. "Ahhhhh! Bel...I-I am the better wrestler" he growled, despite his hold becoming weaker.

Belinda was proving to be more than a match for the wrestling prince as they went toe to toe in this special match. The two would end up squeezing each other in their respective submission holds. Daisuke down on his knees, carrying Belinda in his arms as he kept her close to him, squeezing her waist as tightly as he could, crushing her against his sweaty chiseled frame. Meanwhile, Belinda did not let up either, crushing Daisuke's waist with her strong legs and even trapping his head under her armpit and squeezing his head.

Belinda clearly had the advantage, squeezing in her dual holds while Daisuke only had her locked in one. Daisuke moaned loudly in pain, his neck getting stiff and waist really getting hurt because of her legs. "AAAAAHHHHHH! Belinda!! Urggghhhh N-no....I am....the better....GAAAHHH" his screams grew louder, he released her waist and brought his hands up to the back of her head, grabbing her damp hair and giving it a hard yank downwards as he looked to try and squirm his way out.