Legacies Collide! (Laura Mercer Vs. Daisuke Takeuchi, Beach Match)

"What'sa matter, Daisuke? A little Boston Crab too much for ya?!" Laura yelled as she yanked harder on his legs for emphasis. The prince was a tenacious one though - even with the pressure the girl was applying, he stubbornly refused to submit. That was fine with Laura, though! It wouldn't be much of a match if it ended here and now! But she wasn't going to let her opponent get free!

That is, until she felt hands seize her own ankles. "What the-aah!!" Daisuke roughly tugged at her feet and threw her off balance. His legs fell free from Laura's arms as the girl went tumbling to the ground, rolling across the sand. The result left yellow grains covering parts of her skin, and the girl kept to a crouch as she brushed the sand off her before advancing on Daisuke.

"Not bad, but you're not safe yet..." She vowed, taking ahold of the wrestling prince's skull. If Daisuke didn't offer any kind of resistance or counter, she'd drag the prince back to his feet before making her next move...

Daisuke let out a soft moan in pain as he struggled in the boston crab. She certainly was living up to some expectation as she knew how to apply a boston crab pretty darn effectively. She yanked his legs harder and harder to really make him stretch awkwardly, however the prince was no slouch and he quickly grabbed her ankle and tugged at it, yanking hard to try and make her lose balance.

With that she went tumbling to one side, with the yellow grains of sand sticking to her perfect skin as well. Daisuke pushed up to his and knees, his fists clenched tightly as he grabbed a fistfull of sand.

He felt his head being grabbed as Laura was right back on him, quickly pulling him up to his feet along with herself,as soon as they were back on their feet the prince quickly threw the sand he had grabbed in his fists at Laura's face, looking to catch her off guard with that dirty tactic.

Daisuke still seemed to be recovering from that Boston Crab she had applied. And only fitting! Her dad had taught her long and hard about the effective ways of applying submission holds, the right areas of the body to focus on in order to place as much strain as possible on her opponent.

As Laura took hold of the wrestling prince and began to pull him up, her opponent's fist threw itself forward and opened. "What the-aaah!!" Her vision was instantly obscure in a cloud as Daisuke flung sand into her face, the grains working their way under her eyelids and making it impossible to see.

She immediately released the man, stumbling backwards and frantically wiping at her eyes to remove the sand as quickly as possible. "You...filthy cheater!!" Laura spat, occupied with trying to clear her vision, and not on the foe currently in front of her...just as Daisuke had wanted.

The All-American girl could for sure wrestler and Daisuke got a taste of exactly that during the first few moments of their special wrestling match. Once taken down and put in the Boston Crab submission, he knew this girl was not just a face and was in for promotional matches like this but this woman could actually wrestle.

It took a while for him to escape the hold but he was still in some pain and Laura was going to follow up on her offence. Thus, the prince decided to put some equalising measures. As soon as he was pulled up on his feet, the prince shoved some sand in her eyes, "Mngh aw what's the matter? got sand in your shorts?" he mocked before lunging in at his opponent, looking to ram his shoulder in her abs and take her down on her back, looking to execute a quick spear to take her down on the sandy beach ring.

His taunt at her current predicament sent her fury spiraling through the roof. He knew perfectly well that he was responsible, and was perfectly pleased that his dirty little trick had succeeded. Still occupied with brushing sand out of her eyes, Laura registers too late that Daisuke is charging towards her, the prince ducking down low and nailing his shoulder directly into her gut in a spear maneuver.

It felt as if she'd been stabbed - her stomach crumpled under Daisuke's shoulder blade and the wind exploded out of Laura as she let loose a sharp and heavy breath. Her back slammed onto the sand as Daisuke tackled her to the ground, and she coughed harshly in pain. "Ugh!!" The sand mingling in her hair and clinging to her skin, the girl could only twitch on the ground under her opponent's more muscular frame as she laid on the ground, trying to recover the breath that the prince had knocked out of her.

The wrestling prince was known to play underhanded tricks, especially in matches where there was less regulations and no one to call the match down. Without a referee, the prince was free to use his surroundings as he pleased. Once he was pulled up, he shoved a fistfull of sand into Larua's face, causing her eyes to burn and keep her busy in trying to clear her eyes of the brown sand grains that her invaded her eyes.

Taking use of the situation, he would quickly charge her and take her down with a thunderous spear which was surely going to knock the wind out of his opponent's sail. "Hmph, you're not so tough..." he claimed before rising back up on his feet. The prince then grabbed Laura's feet, tucking her feet under his arm while he grabbed her by the thigh, looking to spin in place and take her for a ride as he tried to get his opponent's mind dizzy by attempting a giant swing.

As Laura winced on the sand beneath Daisuke, she heard the man's dismissive words seep into her ears. He certainly packed power, but he wasn't afraid to stoop to cheats and tricks in order to gain the advantage. Her father was strictly against such tactics, and any student that tried to pull them in his gym would so find themselves banned from ever returning. Daisuke was the very kind of wrestler that Laura had been taught was unacceptable to behave like in the ring.

She felt her legs being lifted from the sand into the air as the prince hoisted them up under his arms, securing locking Laura's thighs in a strong grip. When she felt herself beginning to shift through the yellow grains and into the air, the Cerulean Dynamite turned pale. "Uh oh..." She knew what was coming - what Daisuke had planned for her. A giant swing!

Laura immediately gritted her teeth with a glare up at the prince. Daisuke's hold was strong, and he was quickly gaining speed as he began to spin her, but Laura refused to give the prince the satisfaction of her screaming helplessly. The audience however, chose to fill in the silence with their own cheers of approval, by counting each time Daisuke spun her around. "One! Two! Three!"

Her head was spinning as she felt her opponent pick up speed. Her vision was a blur at this point, of the beach, the ring, the crowd, of Daisuke himself. And she could feel her senses becoming jumbled and delirious from the momentum of the giant swing. She had to bite down on her lip just to prevent herself crying out. No...she wouldn't let Daisuke come out triumphant here! She was at her opponent's mercy until he decided to let it end, but she wasn't going to add to her hopeless situation by crying out helplessly!

The wrestling prince had no problem resorting to any tactic to beat his opponent. After all, he was a prince and the prince must keep his subject in line by whatever means. After catching Laura off guard by the cheap sand in the eye trick he quickly took her down with a vicious spear, showing that he had power and skill and not just underhanded tricks. After taking her down, he shifted up to his knees next to her, looking down on her with a grin to admire his handiwork.

Which gave him an idea as he got back up on his feet, tucking her legs under hi arm and then lifting her up off the sandy ring as he began to swing her around, her hair flowing freely as she was swung around in three full circles, she was probably getting all nauseous.

Once he was done toying with her he simply let her slip as she was thrown down on her back once more. Daisuke took a few seconds to shake his head and get his own composure back. "Haha awww, are you going to cry to your dad now? HUH!?" he said, taunting her before grabbing her by the hair to pull her back up on her feet, looking to deliver a quick yet vicious chest slap right across her bikini.

Laura let out a yelp as she skidded across the harsh sand. Her head felt as heavy as a brick, her senses delirious as she rolled across the ground to try and recover. When she heard Daisuke sneer down at her from above, the girl gritted her teeth. No. Hell no, she had suffered worse than this. She wasn't going to run away in tears. By the end of this match, Daisuke would be the one sniveling on all fours!

He roughly yanked the Cerulean Dynamite onto her feet. As the wrestling prince swung his arm in an attempt to slap right across her chest, Laura's eyes blazed back into life. When Daisuke's arm came towards her, she ducked down to evade the attack! Quickly looking to counter, Laura lunged forward and seized hold of the prince's waist, squeezing her arms around him tight.

"Think I'm just a fragile daddy's girl? Check again!" Laura would reaffirm her grip on Daisuke before pressing her feet into the ground, arcing her back and aiming to lift him straight off the sand! If she managed that, Laura would send the wrestling prince sailing over her while yelling, slamming him down on the ground and on his back in a Northern Lights Suplex!

The wrestling prince was unimpressed, this was Laura Mercer? Daughter of an accomplished wrestler, trainer and gym owner? After releasing her from the giant swing and watching her skid across the sand, he could only chuckle as he watched her roll around in the sand, covering herself in the grains as she looked like she was about to cry. The prince walked over, not in any mood to give consolation as he began to trash talk her, causing her to grit her teeth and looked back at him.

He didn't give her much of a chance as he grabbed onto her and pulled her up, looking to deliver a chop to her chest-However, the brunette saw it coming and ducked under much to his surprise "Huh? W-wha? MNGH!" before he knew it, she caught his waist and gave him a squeeze, pressing their toned bodies together before letting out a heave and launching him up and over her, slamming him down on his back

*THUD*

The prince let out a loud scream in pain as he quickly arched his back up as he pushed up on his feet, clutching his back which had alot of sand stuck to it.