Daisuke and Belinda - Who's the better wrestler?

Daisuke could not believe how strong and stubborn this woman was being right now. He had given it his all yet still she persisted and fought back against him, now finding himself in a rather difficult position. He felt in a straight squeeze battle, he wouldn't long as much as Belinda due to her dual submission thus he decided to switch it up, grabbing her sweaty hair to pull it back in hopes of her easing up either one submission. Instead, it only made her more determined to hold onto Daisuke's sweat coated body, as she pulled him closer to hers.

Daisuke's groans continued to grow louder, his one arm moving up to claw at her mouth and nose as he fingered it, trying to distract her as best as he could while his other hand pulled at her hair. With his head tucked under her armpit, there was not much he could see. The gym air was warm and musty now as the two wrestlers were going at it hard in this high stakes bout. "Ahhhhhh Belinda....L-let go....AAHHHHH"he roared in pain, getting desperate.

Daisuke was trapped and was struggling to find a way out. The two were pressed against each other in a sitting position, right in the middle of the ring with nowhere for the prince to go. He released the bearhug in favour of trying to find other ways to separate himself from the Swede but Belinda thwarted those efforts and kept close to him. With his clawing of her face failed, he once more yanked her hair for a bit before bringing his hands down to push at her waist yet still she kept her smooth thighs wrapped tight and her arm tucking his head snugly under her pits as she squeezed. Sweat dripping down from their toned figures as Daisuke found it hard to focus and breathe.

Emotions ran high as the two screamed in the empty gym, Daisuke wanted to prove that he was the better wrestler between Northman and Takeuchi, it was more about proving himself better than then woman who beat his sister. Still, it seemed Belinda would conquer this challenge as well. He began to tug at the back strap of her sports bra wrestling top, trying to somehow separate them but it was of no use. She screamed at him to submit and the pain, the sweat, the warmth was too much. "AHHHHHHHHHHH I GIVE UP!" he yelled back, tapping her sweaty back.

Despite all his efforts, it seemed as if Belinda was not prepared to let him go. She knew she had him under her clutches and there was no way she was going to let him escape that easily. Daisuke fought hard, squeezing her back in the bearhug, pulling her hair, clawing her face, tugging her sports bra but despite all that she kept a stern grip on his chiseled frame and held on, squeezing him tightly in her submission holds until finally, it came. Belinda asked him for his submission and Daisuke signaled it, both verbally and by tapping her back.

His head was soon released from under her sweaty armpit, she fell down on her back and Daisuke was finally able to breathe in fresh air, his face was red and sweaty as his chest heaved up and down as he panted without feeling his sides being crushed by her legs. Belinda pushed the exhausted Daisuke off of her, so the two were side by side down on their backs, exhausted from the bout.

Daisuke had been humbled, Belinda proved that it wasn't just her battle with Ami that proved that she was better than her but now, she had proved that she was better than Daisuke even. It was a hard pill to swallow for the wrestling prince, who laid down next to her, drenched in his own and her sweat as he panted heavily, struggling to find the right words to say to her. His arms went down to massage his aching sides as he groaned in pain, this was probably the toughest match he faced against a Friction wrestler.

"*huff*huff* oww....Belinda....y-you....grugh..."he growled, still shocked and surprised at the out-come of this match and how much of a tough competitor this woman was.

Daisuke's abdomen and neck were really sore, he had wrestled a hard and tough match, just coming up short in the end against a worthy opponent, who took in all of his offense and still managed to topple him right at the end. It was a heated contest, both wrestlers exhausted and drenched in each other's sweat but it was all worth it for one of them who had triumphed in this high stakes spar in the gym.

Belinda would be the first one to rise, getting up on a seated position as she looked over to Daisuke who in turn looked over towards her while still down on his back, staying silent as she spoke to him. He groaned as he sat up to a seated position himself and by then she had raised to her feet, hands on her hips, once again asking him the question that leaded to her true victory. He glared up at her, gritting her teeth as she proudly stood over the humbled prince.

Daisuke would shake his head, getting up on his feet as he would face her once more, face to face, chest to chest as they once did in the start of the match. "On another day, Belinda, I would have defeated you but for today....yes, the better wrestler was you, Belinda Northman" he would say, glaring into her eyes for a bit before rolling his shoulders and stretching his sore neck.

Daisuke lost the match, she made him submit and to officially end the match he had to admit she was better. He was sour about it but in the end he had to live up to his bargain, standing up to her face to face and admitting it that she was the better wrestler on the day, adding something to save his own pride as well. She smirked at him, knowing she defeated him and looked more confident as the two glared into each others eyes.

She stepped back after a nod, Daisuke nodded as well as he looked down on her hand. Daisuke shrugged his shoulders, "For now Belinda.....for now"he said, taking her hand and shaking it before making his way towards the ring ropes to head back to the locker room for a nice cold shower.