Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Valley Doll - Checkmate

While Valley was trying to keep things lighthearted, she couldn’t help but frown when Daisuke threw out the curse. Sure, she currently had her foot pressed against his face and it wasn’t the most flattering position, but it was all in good competition. No need to get personal.

”Watch the language. She gave his arm a hard, dominating yank. ”Just because it’s bad doesn’t mean it can’t get worse if I-”

Her sentence was cut short as Daisuke showed a sudden burst of life. He was moving around, whipping about, aiming to have far more mobility than she was keen on, and the next thing she knew, she was being lifted up, thrusted down, and hammered into the mat with all the subtlety of a jackhammer.

Needless to say, it was less than pleasant, and it made her hold break in an instant. Valley was left to squirm on the floor. Hardly a good position to be in, even less so when she had Daisuke hovering over her like this.

The wrestling prince frustrations were growing more and more up till the month that he couldn't help himself but curse out at the Slamazon. The wrestling prince's arm was hurting quite a bit, the added insult to injury was enough to tip him over the line as he was forced to cuss out at her whilst struggling in finding a way out of the submission move. Eventually Daisuke started to work his way back up on his knees, letting out a bit of a scream when Valley yanked his arm in response to him cursing.

Just as she was about to lecture him about the use of colourful language, Daisuke lifted Valley up and slammed her back down from a slightly elevated position, giving him the freedom he wanted. Immediately, he rolled away from her and hugged his arm with his uninjured arm for a brief moment, shaking his injured arm while gritting his teeth. However, the prince could not rest on his laurels just yet as he had an opening so strike back.

"You're right about that. It is about to get worse...for you" he hissed as he got up on his knees and crawled over towards her. "You think you're the best don't you? Come here!" he growled as he grabbed her by the hair to pull her up on a seated position as he was behind her, on his knees. Daisuke would attempt to wrap his arms around her neck in a sleeperhold before trying to snake his legs around her waist as well for a sleeper and body scissor combo.

The more this wore on, the more that Valley had to wonder - what exactly was Daisuke’s deal? This seemed to be taking an oddly personal tone with him, one that was far more intense than a rivalry built off a single, one-minute meeting had any right to be. What was he trying to prove? Who was he trying to prove it to?

Whatever the case, it was driving him hard, and she couldn’t make up her mind on whether she admired it or abhorred it. She was definitely sick of the hair pulling, so when he decided to yank it again as he pulled her up to sit, it didn’t do wonders for her mood.

Before she could protest, though, Valley found herself pulled into his grasp and locked up for a familiar move. This sleeperhold/bodyscissor combination was a move that Alicia had used in their first bout, and one that had come dangerously close to putting out her lights. The good news was that, while Daisuke was no weakling, his legs didn’t have the sheer destruction force that Alicia’s had way back then.

The bad news was that she’d escaped that move by turning it into a pin. Not an option, though Valley almost attempted it in her panic. Gritting her teeth, she did her best to maintain focus. One hand went up to grip Daisuke’s wrist, pulling at the hold, looking to steal a few breaths, while her other arm went on the offensive, throwing a couple of sharp elbows into her side and get free.

It wasn't that Daisuke wanted to make things personal with Valley Doll per se, it was the idea that Valley Doll was one of the more respected wrestlers in the AFW and seen as one of the best. In the eyes of the arrogant wrestling prince, none deserve that mantle besides himself. He wanted to prove it to himself that he could beat one of the so-called best, so he may claim that for himself. He could see how Valley could get a bit overwhelmed by all of this, since it was only a small conversation that they had which lead to the match and there was no reason to really get worked up but Daisuke saw otherwise.

He was deliberately trying to get on her nerves as he once more used her hair to yank it up and force her to a sitting up position, where he took his seat behind her to trap her in a body-scissor and sleeper hold combo. The wrestling prince clenched his teeth as he squeezed harder and harder, trying to fight off Valley's valiant efforts. "Just give up, admit you're being out-classed" he hissed as he felt her hand tugging at his wrists, to not much effect.

Daisuke attempted to increase his efforts in the body scissors but his efforts were thwarted by a couple of elbow strikes into the side of his body, making him grunt in pain as he was forced to loosen up his grip on her considerably. The wrestling prince had no choice, he unwrapped his arms and uncoiled his legs from her body, giving her a shove forward as he rolled backwards to get on the defensive.

Holding on. Enduring. Surviving.

It was on one of the things that Valley had never really been taught as a wrestler, something that she had to grow into as she developed. The only way to get better at pushing through pain was to experience more and more pain, and she’d taken more than her fair share in her formative years, from some of the best in the business. In those days, she’d wound up tapping far more than she would’ve liked, and gone to sleep on the canvas a handful of time.

They weren’t pleasant memories, but they were what she tapped into as Daisuke continued to wring the life out of her, determined to get that submission. Some of the crowd were baying for it, too, a none-too-subtle reminder that she wasn’t on familiar ground - for every Valley Doll fan out there, there was another Tension fan that saw her as an intruder. Just push past it. Keep going.

Valley’s tenacity paid off, earning her freedom for Daisuke’s tight hold, and he pushed her away to make some immediate distance. It was tempting to just roll under the ropes and catch a breather on the outside, but she knew that would waste valuable time - she needed to stick with this guy. Stay focused.

So when he pushed her away, she didn’t stay away for very long. She rolled right back towards him, swung around to face him, and lashed out with a quick kick from the sitting position, attempting to clock him right in the face before he could get too far away.

With the wrestling prince having a firm grip on Valley's neck by his arms whilst his legs squeezed her waist, he figured it was only a matter of moments before she would either tap out or pass out. However, he was dealing with a veteran who was probably put into a worse bodyscissor and sleeper combo before and had a fool-proof plan in escaping Daisuke's submission. A couple of elbow shots later, Daisuke was forced to let Valley go, shoving her hard to push him off of her as he rolled backwards, shifting up on his knees.

"Tsk stubborn woman-GAAHHH!" the wrestling prince suddenly cried out loud in pain as Valley's kick smacked him right right in the face. Daisuke didn't expect her to come back in the offence so quick and he let his guard down, a mistake which Valley Doll made him pay for dearly. After getting whacked in the face, Daisuke fell flat on his back with his arms and legs spread as he looked up at the ceiling lights, feeling a bit dazed for a moment. His chiseled body glistened in a light sheen of sweat, his chest heaved up and down as he panted for breath.

Valley was more than pleased to see that her kick had done its job well - she wanted an opening, and with Daisuke on his back, staring at the ceiling while he tried to remember what planet he was on, she had it. So. Now what?

She had her ideas, and they all centered around making sure that Daisuke went down and stayed down. No more games.

”I’m stubborn? Pfft.” Valley had a grumbling laugh at that, as she swiftly crawled her way over Daisuke’s failing body. There were a plethora of moves she could’ve gone for at this angle, but right now she was craving something in the old-school vein. She straddled his waist, then slid her legs down and wrapped them around his own, capturing them in a tight grapevine hold, spreading them out and using her flexibility to full advantage. At the same time, she tried to grab his wrists and pin them down, using her leverage to keep them on the canvas.

Hollywood and Vine, her submission finisher back in the Slamazon days. She’d wrung out a handful of wins with it before, nearly a decade ago. Could she get one now?

Just like that, Daisuke's advantage had been turned around in an instant. The wrestling prince had finally taken back control of the match, only for the veteran Slamazon to find a way out of his submission and smack him hard in the face with her feet. The wrestling prince was shook by that sudden strike as he fell on his back, seeing stars in broad daylight as he stared above the ceiling of the arena.

Valley was smart enough to capitalize on Daisuke's dazed state, crawling her way to him as she mounted his chiseled frame. It took a moment for Daisuke to realize that Valley's strong legs would begin to work their way around his own as she trapped him a grapevine hold, spreading his legs open wide as she stretched her own legs. He sought to bring his hands down towards her thighs but was quickly stopped when Valley snatched at his arms and pinned them over his head,  completing her submission move.

"Nnghh! dammit Valley, male legs aren't supposed to stretch that far.....Owww" he would moan in pain as he felt an uncomfortable sensation around his groin area. Daisuke would wriggle under her, trying to bridge up while his hands tried to push up as well, things weren't looking too good for the prince who was working up a sweat and struggling in the grapevine submission. The referee got get down on all fours beside him, asking him whether he would submit to which Daisuke hissed and simply reply, "NO! not yet, Arrghhh AHHH...." his moans grew louder.

Should Valley be feeling nostalgia or embarrassment over this move?

Nostalgia. Best to go with nostalgia.

She’d used this move with relative success in her olden days, but if she were being honest, switching to the figure-four headscissor was a definite improvement, more reliably locking down her foes. She’d gone to it on a whim, just wanting something that would keep him locked down, not betting on it being too effective.

But it was. Oh, was it.

She could resist a chuckle as he strained and stretched in her hold, desperate for relief that she was definitely not giving him. ”Oh, really?” She grunted and pushed down even harder, making sure he was secure, 100%. ”Hadn’t occurred to me. Maybe you should tap out, then.” She pouted. ”But you’d need your hands for that, right. Hm.”

Without warning or given reason, she let Daisuke’s arms go free, releasing her grip on them. But it was out of mercy. Instead of giving him relief, she wrapped her arms around his head and brought him in for a tight, encompassing smother - while her breasts weren’t as all-encompassing as they had been pre-surgery, they’d still be sufficient enough to send him off sleeping.

If he didn’t tap or find someway out in time, at least.

While it may seem to be quite the suggestive position, leading to some embarrassing photos, it was no doubt that it was one of the more effective submission holds against a male opponent. With her impressive thighs and leg strength, Valley used her legs to stretch Daisuke's legs as far as they could and then began to really put strain on Daisuke's groin area. The wrestling prince began to moan in pain, trying to bear the pain and make sure his moans of pain don't turn into screams as he tried to bridge up and wriggle under her, doing his best to try and unhook her foot from around his.

His comment only made her chuckle and double down on her efforts. He felt as if she reached the max limit of stretching his legs but as she looked to go one step beyond and further look to stretch his legs even more, he let out a scream in pain. "AHHHHHH!!" he yelled as the grapevine submission really had him struggling and in some discomfort. There wasn't much room to maneuver either, his hands were trapped and her sweaty body pressed down on top of his own chiseled frame. He looked up at her with his teeth gritted as she looked down on him with a pout, suggesting he tap.

"Even if I did, I wouldn't tap out to- MMFFFHH!" before he could complete his sentence, Valley quickly let go of his arms and wrapped her arms around his head, shoving his face deep into her breast for a smother. The move was now complete, Daisuke was trapped in the classic grapevine-smother combo. The wrestling prince immediately struggled to catch his breath, her breasts pressed against his face and for a moment his struggles intensified. Daisuke knew he only had a precious few moments, where his arms were free and he could try and muster an escape.

Immediately, his hands went up to her shoulders as he tried to push them forward, trying to separate himself from her to get his face away from her breasts if he could. He tried that for a moment but when it failed, his hands went down low, looking to grab her thighs and try to push them up to ease up her grapevine. Time was scarce for the wrestling prince, the more he struggled the more energy he wasted. His body was starting to get light headed, sweat glistening off his frame as the breast smother sapped away his strength. His struggles began to slow down bit by bit, hands flailing about aimlessly before in desperation, he grabbed the back of her wrestling top and tugged on it. The force behind it wasn't too much, as he had wasted too much time in his other efforts and soon his arms fell to their side....

"Mmmffhh!! E-enough....Mfff....*cough*huff*.....I....I submit" he mumbled against her breasts. His hands began to tap her lower back, signalling his submission.