Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Valley Doll - Checkmate

Daisuke was not only doing a good job of impressing Valley, but ensuring that she stayed impressed. The headlock that she’d found herself might not have looked like much to the casual wrestling fan, but so many in the current crop of wrestlers like to eschew the basics, trading everything in for the highspots, the fancy stuff, the flash - which, yes, Valley had plenty of love for. But it was nice to see some basics, too.

He reminded her of the wrestlers, she’d grown up with, her mother’s generation, and she was starting to see why he’d been a hurdle for so many Tension women. To get past a guy like him, you had to know what you were doing.

Which she did. At least, she felt she was displaying that. She was fairly sure Daisuke could agree, if he were capable of forming sentences with her legs crushing his throat.

”I’m sorry, couldn’t hear you too well before.” She gave her thighs a good flexing, cranking up the pressure as he pawed away. ”You were saying something about me being an ordinary wrestler, and giving up...to a headlock?”

As effective as the headscissor was, his prying at her legs was starting to become more than an annoyance, and it didn’t seem too likely to get a submission out of him. Best to cut it off, then. She gave him one final, hard squeeze, then abruptly let go of the hold, unlocking her ankle. She kicked at his shoulder to push him away, then rolled away to make some distance between them and get back to her feet, hoping to be ready for whatever he was cooking next.

”Living up to expectations, Daisuke?”

Daisuke did a good job of keeping Valley down on her back for a little while, his arms tightened around her head as he effectively squeezed her head as hard as he could and for as long as he could while she was still trapped in the submission hold. When Daisuke was perhaps getting a bit too comfortable in his position, Valley quickly struck and showed the Tension faithfuls why she was considered to be the top tier talent in AFW. Expertly stretching her legs back towards the unsuspecting Daisuke and catching his head in between her legs, cutting off whatever taunt or declaration he was just about to say to her.

Daisuke's moans grew louder as Valley flexed her legs to really put the squeeze around Daisuke's head. His hands quickly released the headlock and went up to paw and claw at her thighs to try and escape, now it was Valley's turn to take a dig at the moaning prince who was struggling in the submission. Eventually, Valley did realize this submission was not going to get a submission from Daisuke who was already slowly loosening up the headscissors anyways. Daisuke almost screamed loudly at the last hard squeeze but was eventually let go, with a light kick on his shoulders to send him rolling away from her whilst she backed up as well.

Daisuke got up on his knees first, eyeing Valley who was already back up on her feet. He panted for a moment before getting up on his feet, massaging his neck. His body was glistening in sweat as he eyes her head to toe, "I've been impressed by you Valley. You were the best wrestler in AFW, but alas I am here to take that accomplishment away from you. After I make you tap, it may be time for the Slamazon to hang up her boots! Rruuugh" he growled as he suddenly lunged in, looking to engage the Slamazon in clinching grapple.

Would it be mean for her to laugh at Daisuke? Yes. He was really trying hard here, and  it wasn’t like she couldn’t take him seriously as a competitor. He was a driven man. Cocky, but driven. She could see the talent, here. But…

”Not the first to think that, Daisuke...”

He came at her hard now, looking for another lockup and she moved to meet him. It wasn’t a clash that would go in her favor, that was clear - weight and strength were still firmly on his side, and she was beginning to feel the fatigue of this pace. Could he outlast her in the long run? Maybe. There were downsides to her style, and burning so hot was one of them.

She as determined to keep this pace going, though, and she had a little surprise for him this time, too. When he came in for the grapple, she gave him her legs instead, leaping up, shooting them out, and once more capturing his head between. She jerked back hard and turned his momentum against his, trying to send him rolling away with a snapping hurricanrana.

”...and you won’t be the last.”

Perhaps Daisuke was trying a little too hard to impose his desire to be the best, to prove that he was better than Valley as a wrestler. He proclaimed he would be the one to make her hang up her boots but she didn't pay too much attention to that, instead she kept her focus on Daisuke as he approached her once more. The wrestling prince looked to grapple up with Valley again, she had done well in the first two but Daisuke would eventually tire her out, or so he thought.

The two looked to engage in the grapple but Valley had something else in mind. At the last moment, she would leap up instead and stretch her legs towards Daisuke's head, looking to acrobatically wrap them around his head and use her momentum in the air to jerk back and flip Daisuke over, sending him rolling down on his backside with a hurricanrana.

Daisuke's back smacked against the mats as he rolled once before shifting up on a seated position, clutching his back and gritting his teeth with a pain stricken expression.

No time wasted, no movement wasted.

When Valley let Daisuke go from the hurricanrana and sent him toppling, she popped to her feet and ran away from him right after, not even bothering to look over her shoulder and see how he’d come do from it. Whatever his reaction was, she’d adapt.

Sure enough, when she spun about she was greeted with the sight of Daisuke on his butt, sitting up and providing an all-too tempting target. Instead of trying to attack him from behind, she decided her best bet was to mix things up a bit, and use a move she’d been craving to employ for some time

She kept on running and dashed past Daisuke, moving to the ropes in front of him. With her momentum still strong, she bounced off them, leaped towards him, tucked in her leg and rammed her knees into his shoulder with a Meteora, smashing him into the canvas with her on top.

Daisuke was taken off his feet as Valley acrobatically took him down on his back when she executed a hurricanrana on him. With the wind knocked out of his sails slightly, Daisuke groaned in pain as he rolled a couple of times on his back before eventually shifting up on a seated position, clutching his back. Too focused on catch his own breath and recovering, he ignored the Slamazon who was already on her way for her next move.

Running past him as he was down on his ass, Valley would bounce off the ring ropes in front of Daisuke before dashing back towards the prince. Right at the last moment, she leaped up and rammed her knees against his shoulders, taking him down on his back with Valley on top. "Arghhhh! Owwww..." he moaned out loud in pain as he was hit hard with that Meteora.

The wrestling prince was on the back foot of the match once more, his body glistening in sweat as his chest raised up and down while he panted for breath after being taken down flat on his back from his seated position by Valley, in a rather explosive fashion.

Valley crashed hard into Daisuke, and if pins had applied, this would the exact moment where she’d go for a pin, even if she didn’t think there was a good chance of it hitting. He was down. He was hurting. He was winded. That was a recipe for a solid win, or at least a way to start turning things in that direction.

But submissions were on the menu today, so that was what she was serving. And what did she have to work with?

Well, she was on top of him. His head was between her legs fitting for the running theme. A scissorhold? Maybe, but it was about time she got something else out of it.

Grabbing his head, she pulled it between her legs and once more applied a scissorhold, claming down tight on his jaw and give his a neck a twist. At the same time, she wrapped her arm around his forearm, pulling his arm back with her, and began to yank it with an armbar, getting some good torque on it to compound the pain.

For a moment Daisuke's world was rocked entirely. Valley rushed onto the seated Daisuke and lunged in at him with her knee extended, both of her knee caps crashed against his shoulders to take him down on his back with her mounted on top of him in a school girl pin position. Daisuke was seeing stars in broad daylight and if it were a pinfall match, it was a 50/50 chance he would kick out. The Slamazon took the match to the Tension star, taking advantage of her position as she grabbed his head and forced it between her legs to trap him in a scissor hold.

Daisuke moaned in pain as he wriggled about, "ARGHHH! I-I guess I am breaking the record tine a man being around your legs" he quipped before feeling his arm being stretched away from his shoulders making him scream in pain as he was trapped in a dual submission hold. Daisuke's struggle began to intensify due to the pain, with his free hand he began to try to pry those legs off his neck before resorting to some open ended strikes to her thighs to try and soften her grip while using his legs to try and bridge upwards just a bit.

”Little man, you’ve had a long day…” Valley giggled to herself, before she threw back her hair and gave Daisuke a good cranking.

The thing about him breaking the record wasn’t an untruth, though she’d neglected to mention how little competition he had for the title. Honestly, Friction was such a female-centered place, with its female staff and female referees and, of course, female wrestlers, that it felt like she could go days without having any real conversation with a man, much less physical contact.

It was kind of easy to forget how much she sort of missed them. Heck, she’d enjoyed quite a few mixed matches back in her Slamazon days, back when they were touring and would occasionally mix in with the other little indy feds. Maybe she could make these little Tension siestas a more regular thing. There were guys she wouldn’t mind taking on, like Kyo Akamatsu or Clyde or Blue Thunder Mask or even a meathead like Dasher Inoba…

Well, one guy at a time, Daisuke wasn’t totally done yet.

”If it’s getting a little old, we can always switch it up.” Valley shrugged, as Daisuke pawed at her legs, desperate for some release. ”Let’s try…”

She unlocked her legs, only to bring her foot back and plant her heel against the side of his face, pushing neck away from the arm as she increased the torque.

”...this.”

Even in the tough situation that he was in, Daisuke still had the wit in him to take a dig at Valley for what she said early. However, he was quickly reminded of his painful situation when Valley threw her hair to show off and cranked up the pressure in the scissor and armbar, causing Daisuke to scream out loud in pain. Even in her almost playful mood she was quite the talented wrestler, the wrestling prince was struggling harder and harder, only exerting more of his own strength and stamina as Valley decided to switch her tactics after she felt Daisuke claw at her thighs.

Her foot jammed against the side of his face, "Ngh you bitch!"he hissed as he suddenly felt the pain in his trapped arm intensify. He started to flop and wriggle around wildly now as his arm was really being stretched to its limit. In a desperate attempt, the wrestling prince attempted to jerk to the left and to the right in order to eventually shift onto a crawling position almost. He was still trapped in the armbar, elevated only by her foot against his face. Daisuke tried to stretch his free arm towards Valley, looking to grab at her wrists before heaving and pushing up on his knees. Using the grip of her wrist, Daisuke tried to pull her up on a slightly more elevated position before dropping forward to slam her back first onto the mat in a short fall as he attempted an escape from his submission prison.