Daisuke Takeuchi vs Valley Doll- Last Person Standing!

For all the punishment that she was going through, the wrestling prince would at least admire her tenacity to talk smack back at him. "Let's see where that attitude gets you to" he would snarl before continuing his assault.

Grabbing her by the hair, the wrestling prince would strike Valley with a still forearm, just enough to stun her before wrapping his arm around her waist to trap her in a bearhug. He would take a moment to briefly squeeze her, really constricting her body in his grip.

The prince was annoyed when he noticed Valley trying to hold back a scream, which only enticed him to squeeze her even harder. Eventually though, he would start to sprint forward and would ram her back first into the barricade and that would finally make her scream in pain.

Daisuke enjoyed that, a smirk came across his lips as he felt Valley limp over his shoulder. "It didn't have to be this way Valley." he would softly say.

The wrestling prince would continue to hold Valley in his arms, backing up from the barricade before continuing to squeeze her in the bearhug submission. Daisuke was panting and glistening in sweat from the effort but for now, he would aim to knock her out in the bearhug which would make the ten count much easier.

"Just let it happen. Nnrrghh ARGHH! Stop struggling and let it go, I'm going to knock you out first so you have no chance to get up before ten this time" he said, while groaning a bit due to the exertion it took from keeping the submission hold intact.

”Ow,ow, let go of my hair!”

Her first official match as Tension wrestler, and people were already grabbing her hair. Somethings just would not change, no matter where she went and what she did.

Daisuke used her hair for a tough handhold, yanking her away from the barricade by her roots and giving her a stiff forearm in the face for her troubles. He was quick to make the most of her stunned state, wrapping those thick supermodel arms around her taut waist and pulled her in for a tight, crushing bearhug. She hissed at the tightening pressure.

And Daisuke’s taunting. That, too, was hiss worthy.

He wasn’t wrong, though. As weird as it sounded, this bearhug would’ve been perfectly capable of knocking her out if some immediate actions weren’t taken. He definitely had the power to do that.

Thankfully, she still had her arms free, and she could use them for all sorts of neat things. Like, say, arching her back, jerking forward, and elbowing him in the face.

Which she did. Repeatedly.

Ignoring her pleas to let her hair go, the wrestling prince would strike her with a forearm before trapping her in a bearhug submission, giving her a hard squeeze to knock the wind out of her. That wasn't the end of it, seeing it was a last person standing match and a mere Bearhug wasn't going to justify such a high intensity match, Daisuke carried Valley towards the barricade at seed before smashing her back into said barricade.

Pulling away from the barricade, the prince continued to hold Valley in his arms and continued to squeeze her as hard as he could, looking to knock the Slamazon out for a an easy ten count.

He didn't count on Valley's tenacity, who began to arch her back and lunge forward, striking an elbow into his face over and over again. "Ouuufff!!! Guuugghh! AHHHH" he moaned, which got louder after every strike. After Valley hit the prince with a third successive elbow strike, he was forced to relinquish the submission hold and release Valley. With that, Daisuke would stagger back feeling quite dazed due to the elbow strikes. He stumbled back until his back hit the ring apron and he rested against it, clutching his face whilst moaning in pain.

”Get!” Elbow to the face.

”Off!” Elbow to the face.

”Me!” And another elbow to the face.

If nothing else, Daisuke was a tenacious man. An admirable quality most of the time, sure, but today, Valley had to admit, it was starting to grate. The man just did not know when to quit.

Thankfully, his body seemed to know what his mind was having a hard time figuring out, that taking repeated blows to the face was actually not a very good idea if you wanted to stay conscious. After enough blows, he finally let up on the hold and released Valley letting her fall down to her knees as he stumbled back. And God, would she have liked to stay down there, if only for a few minutes.

Not a luxury she had, though. She’d already learned the hard way that giving Daisuke room to breath would just end in tragedy. She had an advantage to press.

With Daisuke leaning against the apron and holding his face, Valley saw her opportunity. She dashed forward, sprinted towards him, and for a second it looked like she might try to tackle him into the ring. Nothing so hard - instead, she leaped up, slid her body into the ring, grabbed the bottom rope and swung her legs around in a wide arc, coming at the back of Daisuke’s head with a tiger feint kick.

The stubbornness of Daisuke would only prove to be detrimental  to his own cause, should he had let go on the first elbow strike perhaps he might not have been as dazed as he currently was, that is after suffering three elbow strikes to the head. Forced to let the Slamazon go, Daisuke would stagger towards the ring and end up leaning against the ring apron while clutching his face.

Valley took only a moment to rest up whilst she was down on her knees, she knew better than to give Daisuke another moment to rest up and this time she decided to go with some more offence. The prince was not paying attention to what Valley was up to, he was simply busy trying to get recover from this stiff elbow strikes.

The Slamazon would sprint towards him, the crowd expecting an explosive spear to shove the two back inside but Valley came up with something much more acrobatic and impressive. She leaped up and slid her body in the ring before grabbing the bottom rope and swinging back towards the outside, using her legs she would smack the back of Daisuke's head with a tiger feint kick.

"Ack?! Guuughh" he cried out loud in pain, the sound of the kick was enough for the crowd to get a reaction. Daisuke would stagger forward this time, stumbling until his front would hit the crowd barricade and he would end up slumping against it with his upper body leaning towards the crowd area as he moaned in pain.

Once, a year or so back, one of the newer AFW recruits had asked Valley for some tips when it came to the high-flying style, looking to make the transition to a faster pace from a more balanced moveset. When she’d asked what the key was to the whole style, she’d answered without a second thought?

Misdirection. In the end, that was the key to the whole castle.

If Valley had attacked Daisuke head-on, he would’ve batted her to the side, using his size difference to fend her off. But coming at him from behind, working at his flanks, let her get in hits that he couldn’t see coming, and the results were too clear. He was sent stumbling, knocked to the barricade, and she had another opening to take advantage of. But with what?

She had an idea. A bad idea, probably, but an idea that would do some heavy damage if it worked. She could’ve just dropped to the ring and pummeled him with more kicks, but that wasn’t the name of this game, was it? She needed some big damage.

Grabbing the ropes, Valley pulled her way up to her feet and gripped the top one, preparing for her next move and just using it for support, her body still reeling from the effects. Despite that, she mustered up all the energy she could, knowing she’d need it for the next move, whether it hit or not.

After a quick inhale, she pulled back on the rope, leaped up to plant her feet on top of it, and did a slingshot through the air, flying towards Daisuke with her feet pointed down, looking to drive all her weight into his back and stomp him into the barricade.

Daisuke didn't see that tiger feint kick coming at all, Valley used her years of in ring experience and unique move sets to keep Daisuke guessing on what she would strike him with next. The dazed wrestling prince felt that kick to the back of his head which send him tumbling forward from his leaning position against the ring apron into the crowd barricade, where he leaned on it so that his top half was leaning towards the crowd section while his lower half was towards the in-ring arena floor.

Whilst the wrestling prince hung around, moaning in pain and clutching the back of his head he had no idea what Valley was upto. The crowd would really start to cheer as they saw the spectacle that the Slamazon was about to attempt. The veteran would grab the ring ropes from inside the ring and pulled them back before vaulting over the top rope and slingshotting herself through the air towards the downed prince.

She came down on Daisuke with her feet aimed at his back, driving her boots into his back to stomp him into the barricade. Upon impact the crowd roared in support while the prince would scream in pain. Immediately Daisuke would topple over the barricade and drop down into the crowd section of the arena, curling up and wrapping his arms around his own ribs while squirming in pain.

"AAAAHHHHH!!! Oh god....that...frigging hurt" he would groan, really feeling rattled from that high flying stomp.

It wasn’t super-happy funtime for Valley, either. She pulled the move off flawlessly, her boots coming down hard into Daisuke’s back. She delivered the full weight, drilled her legs into his spine with everything she had, resulting in mass hammering, ridiculous force, and all of it driving him hard into an unforgiving barricade. She could not have asked for more.

Wait, no. If she’d had a soft pad to land on afterwards, that would’ve been sublime.

Instead, all she had was the bare floor, and that was less than pleasant.

She came down on her back and immediately went into a spasming fit, jerking about as the pain shot through her body, bouncing about on the floor. She was better off than Daisuke at the moment, but that was small solace. She needed a rest.

Crawling over to a nearby chair at the timekeeper’s area, she grabbed it and used it for support as she pulled her way up, getting just high enough to turn about and sit down on it. Breathing hard, slumping over the back, she looked over to Daisuke as the referee started the count. Either she’d need this rest when he made his way back up, or the chair would give her a good view of him losing. She wanted the former, but the latter wasn’t too bad.

Valley's risk payed off, as soon as her boots stomped his back the wrestling prince screamed out loud and stumbled over towards the crowd section. Down on his side, he was curled up with his arms wrapped around his own ribs. He certainly couldn't remember their first match being this tough but despite the pain, Daisuke was not about to just lay there and lose.

His opponent was not having a good time either, even though she didn't have it as bad as the prince, she was still pretty hurt. Falling down on her already sore back, the Slamazon would jerk and bounce about on the floor in pain from the side-effect of her high risk maneuver.

The referee would start to count the two out, since both were down on their back. "One....two.....three....four" she counted out. Valley would end up crawling towards the timekeepers area, using the chair to pull herself up before sitting on the chair, leaning back and resting to catch her breath.

"Five....six" the referee continued to count out Daisuke only now. The crowd would huddle around the downed prince, taking some pictures while cheering and jeering accordingly while repeating the count of the referee. The flash from the camera's did seem to get him focused a bit and hearing the crowd chanting "SIX" he knew he didn't have enough time left.

"Seven.....eight" the referee counted and now Daisuke slowly began to push back up on his feet, grabbing the barricade for support as he pulled himself back up to his feet. This was not Daisuke wasting time to rest up, Valley played it smart to eat up the time last time but Daisuke legit took this long just to get up. Luckily for him, Valley was also taking some time to rest up.

"Hah.....hah.....shit" Daisuke groaned in pain, before vaulting over the barricade back to the in-ring arena. The prince would still have his arms around his injured ribs while gingerly towards the ring apron, ignoring Valley for now as he attempted to roll back inside the ring.

And Daisuke was getting up. Because of course he was. Things just could not be simple in Valley’s life, not when it came to this man.

She’d been sitting there, taking a moment to catch her breath, even enjoying a bottle of ice cold water that a fan was kind enough to get her. She chugged it down as she watched Daisuke work his way up, struggling for every inch in the vertical direction. She would give him credit - whether it was by stamina, guts, or just being stubborn as hell, the man was working his way up, refusing to stay down.

It was kind of fascinating, in a way.  Like watching a fawn taking her first steps, working hard to stay upright.

Fascinating and annoying, too. ”Oh, come on.” Valley let out a long, drawn out sigh and he came stumbling back into the ring,  somehow still on his two feet despite the best efforts of gravity and human logic. It was becoming clear that, if she wanted this man to go down and stay down, she would have to go to places she hadn’t gone before.

Time to get old-school.

”Okay, Daisuke…” She stood up, grabbed the chair and folded it up as he approached the ring, trying to crawl back inside. ”You wanted to play rough, so…”

It had been a long, long time since Valley attacked anyone with a chair, so she wasn’t sure how spot on her form would be, but she made a decent attempt at it. She came in quick and hard, swinging it right into his spine.