Daisuke Takeuchi vs Kara Vela " Unfinished Business"

The mighty prince was stricken down onto his back by Kara as she took the fight to him, engaging him with everything she's got and out-wrestling him in certain areas as their person grudge match continued. With Daisuke down on his back, Kara had a chance to continue her offence. She took some time to acknowledge the fans as she raised her hand up triumphantly as she knocked the prince down but quickly began to grab his arm and pull him back up on his feet.

His back was turned towards her, he was still a bit groggy as he felt her hands grabbing him as she scooped him up and over her shoulders, the prince was now laying across her shoulderblades while she had his leg and chin pressed down, pulling him down towards her to bend him in the torture rack

Daisuke let out a loud moan, his head was shaking as their muscular bodies were on full display to the crowd, as they cheered wildly. Daisuke's body glistened of sweat under the ring lights as Kara began to really put pressure on his back in the torture rack, Daisuke was in trouble! His body wriggling and legs flailing about, Daisuke rememered how their small gym argument.....had turned into this big match!

" Urrrghhhh....owwwmmmghhh!!!! No....*huff*huff*Huff* Owww....L-let me go" he moaned loudly.

Kara hisses between her teeth as she dead lifts a man that ways as much as her onto her shoulders. But the effort is well worth it, and soon enough Daisuke is moaning and not in the happy way. Her entire body tenses to put on the pressure, showing off her rippling muscles as the crowd cheers. As Kara bends Daisuke the referee slips in next to Daisuke’s face.

“Do you give?” she asks.

“Yea prince, you done yet?” Kara says between clenched teeth.

She has to fight to keep him up there. Between the sweat making her hold slippery to Daisuke’s wriggling she can feel her hold slip. So what else is their to do but hurry his submission along before he gets loose.

Kara will pull on Daisuke’s head and legs to try and bend him further into a C shape.

With Kara showing off her wrestling skill and strength, she hoisted the price up and placed up horizontally across her shoulders, bending his body inwards to lock in the torture rack, making him moan out louder and louder from the pain. It was by no means an easy task to pull of this move but she did it, her perfect frame glistening in sweat as it showed off her toned muscles perfectly.

The referee stood next to him as his body was drenched in sweat, muscles bulging as moans escaped his lips, he was tempted to give up by being in this position but still wriggled about on his opponents shoulders, kicking his legs in the air. With Kara affirming the referee's stance, asking him to tap out.

"Arrghh mggh oww" he grunted, as Kara began to pull on his head and leg to further bend him across her shoulder, really putting pressure on his back- which was already sore from that earlier bearhug.

He struggled hard but this late in the bout, it was difficult to escape from such a dominant hold. After a while of slow movement, his hand began to tap her shoulders " Owwww! Submission!" he moaned, giving up to Kara.

Their personal bout had been a tough one, from the gym to the ring- but finally, the American had defeated Daisuke- making him submit in the middle of the ring to finally claim the victory over their argument.

Kara wrenches on the pressure, trying to wear Daisuke enough for a finisher or something bigger. But something she didn’t expect came to her ears. A submission.

She was so surprised that she forgot to let go for a second. When she realizes Daisuke is still in pain she lowers him to the mat as the bell rings It takes a second for that to sink in, a win in the ring surrounded by a cheering crowd. Cheering for her win, her first win.

She runs to a corner post, pumping her arm into the air and just letting the sound of the crowd wash over her. When she came down she noticed Daisuke and feeling a little empathy for his loss walks up to him and offers him a hand up.

“No hard feelings, right?” she says, waiting for Daisuke’s response.

First a bearhug and now a torture rack, the wrestling prince was put in both of his own speciality holds and Kara really did a number on him.

With her arms cupped around his thigh and chin, she pressed him downwards against her shoulderblade really awkwardly and with his already sore back, it wasn't long until the prince had to submit to his new rival.


She didn't let go, forcing him to moan out and tap her shoulder once more and finally, she released it and lowered him on the mat. Kara and finally won this long battle, originating from the gym and now finally settling in the ring. She walked up the ring post and put her arms up in the air while Daisuke was down in the middle, drenched in his own and Kara's sweat from the long battle.

Soon she came to him, offering him a hand. "Mmgghh...damnit " he groaned, slowly pushing up to to his knees, watching the female wrestler standing next to him. "Ermgh...Damn you" he groaned, slowly pushing up to his feet, standing face to face, panting.

When Daisuke stands up she doesn’t bother to offer him help again. She considers it, if nothing else just to spite him, but she lets him stand up and turns away to give the audience one more fist pump.
She turns to head out of the ring, but turns to look at Daisuke.

“From now on prince, if you don’t want to get your ass kicked, stay on your side of the gym,” she says. “Not that I’d turn down the chance.”

With that she turns and slips out of the ring and to the backstage to enjoy her first official win in the AFW.


Winner by Submission: Kara Vela