Dirk Lewser vs. Daisuke Takeuchi - Lesson in Humility

Dirk laid on his back and gathered some breaths. After hearing the sweet sound of royal prick flesh smacking the canvas, Dirk rolled unto his hands and knees. He was about to get up but, he quickly felt some lasting pain in his lower pain. "Nyuagh...!" He nursed the small sting with his left hand. But, he didn't do it for too long as it was time to end this thing!
*Smack! Smack! Smack!* "HAAAGH!"

Dirk smacked the canvas three times with his hands before pumping both of his arms to their respective sides and clenching his fists! With the help of the new found inspiration, Dirk rose to his feet and walked over to Daisuke's body. "Let's put you to bed, little prince!" Dirk said as he leaned down and grabbed one of his opponent's arms.
Then, he would pull Daisuke up to his feet, hammerlock the same arm, spin him around & place his underneath Dirk's right arm, lean forward bringing Daisuke back as far as he could make him go, before finally, sealing the deal by pulling back as fast and as hard as he could to slam him face first to the mat. Giving his nemesis a much deserved Lewser Effect DDT!

That is... if he didn't escape and fight back at all.

Perhaps this was Daisuke's own undoing. He had underestimated the rookie and even told Ami to stay back, go home. He would not need her to win against a green wrestler like Dirk. For the most part it was true, as the prince had been in control for some parts of the match but the most recent comeback by the American left him completely overwhelmed.

Daisuke laid there, almost lifeless as Dirk's pain finally caught up to him as the adrenaline died down. The crowd still cheered and he would have one last hurrah! He would drag himself towards the ring to hook his arms around Daisuke's, getting him in a hammerlock as he pulled the groggy prince up. "W-wha...wait a second NO! Im..possible" he would say before he was vaulted up and over Dirk, before being slammed down face first to the mat as the American struck his finisher, the Lewsir Effect DDT!

"Guuuuuuugh!" Daisuke cried out in pain, laying there face first to the mat and barely moving.

The deed was done! With a harsh sounding thud to the wrestling mat, Dirk had planted the royal d-bag flat on his face with his finisher! But, he couldn't rest on his laurels just yet! He needed to pin Daisuke to seal the deal!

Dirk quickly sat up, clenched his arms and gave a loud shout before he pushed Daisuke onto his back and laid on top of his opponent, chest over chest and pulling Daisuke's legs toward him as hard as he could muster! The referee would quickly dash to the two and quickly fall to their knees and begin slapping the mat! Dirk closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and held on tightly to the Prince's legs. He could practically taste sweet victory over his enemy! All he needed were those three precious seconds!

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