The Demon and the Prince! - Masuyo Ai vs Daisuke Takeuchi

Oh, couldn’t she be a cruel woman? A cheeky little smile couldn’t help but worm its way across Masuyo’s mouth after she heard the prince’s harsh landing on the other side of the barricade. They were going to take this back to the ring. Might as well make a show of it.

She popped back up on two feet, being met with a round of cheers. Men for the monkey flip, women for the hot seconds of lip-locking. Masuyo held her hands up, taking a quick round of high fives left and right before turning her attention back to the fight. Think that was enough showboating for one day. It wasn’t a foreign concept to her, she’d done her fair share in the octagon, but sparing her energy was priority one right now.

After whipping Daisuke’s butt up and down the arena, that was.

She hopped the barricade before looking down at the prince Her smile turned into a curious smirk as she approached him.

“Should a prince really be pouting on the ground like that? If this were the Edo jidai, I bet you would have already lost your birthright.” She walked around behind, looking straight down into his eyes. “And speaking of loss…”

Quick as a flash, she sat down behind, applying body scissors from behind. At the same time, she’d reach over and wrap her arm around his neck, reeling him back with a guillotine choke. She would let out a quick little snicker as she did so.

“...time for you to submit.”

The intimate moment of the kiss had taken the down the pace of the match but the crowd got to see a rare moment where two wrestlers, exhausted and drenched in sweat release some sexual tension in mid-match just moments before where they were at each others throat. Masuyo was the first to break out of the trance, sending Daisuke flying over the barricade as she executed a Monkey Flip, sending Daisuke crash landing on his back on the other side of the barricade. He sat back up to a seated position, cursing under his breath and massaging his lower back. His chest heaving up and down as he took a moment to catch his breath.

Meanwhile, Masuyo took this time to play up to the crowd for a while before deciding it was time to end things. She would hop over the barricade and walk over to Daisuke, facing him as she looked down on him straight in his eyes as he looked up in hers with his teeth gritted. "I...*huff*...refuse to lose guhhh" he moaned, too exhausted to get back up he allowed Masuyo to get back behind him, which proved to be a big mistake.

The former MMA fighter got back down behind him, wrapping her legs around his waist from behind while reaching over to wrap her arm around his neck to trap him in a guillotine choke. Her strong thighs begin to squeeze his chiseled frame, once more their toned bodies pressed tight, once more he felt her equally muscled body press tight against his own, feeling the warmth and sweat. It was more unpleasant this time, as she squeezed down on him while cutting his air supply off via the choke. "MNGH AHHHHHH"he screamed in pain, struggling and wriggling against her.

His hands went up, passing his fingers through her damp hair gently, stroking them back before grabbing onto them and giving it a sharp yank in an effort to escape. However, her grip was firm and he was losing stamina fast. Masuyo had never been afraid to grapple with her man from the start, not afraid to test her strength and grapple skills up front against him which made it a equal and entertaining bout. However, the Demon proved too much for the Prince to handle.

His hands went down form her hair to her legs, in a futile attempt to try and pry her legs off his waist. That was not working, his hands simply slid up from her legs to her upper thigh, almost feeling her warm sweaty legs as he stayed still, his chest heaving up and down without him struggling as at this point he knew.....he had lost. His hands began to tap her hip "Mngh....I....Submit"he moaned.

And there they were. The two words she was looking for for...not quite that long, actually. She hadn’t had the hold applied for too long, hadn’t really cranked it for all it was worth, but suppose that was merely a testament to how drained Daisuke must have been. They both were, really, but Masuyo was always a wiry sort. Fighting to the last breath, drawing second and third winds seemingly out of nowhere.

No need for that anymore, though. The bell rang out, signaling her victory for the entire world to see. Masuyo released the hold only after the moment she heard it, making sure her Tension debut had ended on a high note. She uncurled her legs and released the hold around the Prine’s neck, letting his body fall against hers as she leaned back on her arms, facing the ceiling and taking a moment to refill her lungs.

Though he could do without all the bragging, Daisuke was at least skilled. Nowhere near the level of her first match in terms of how far she had been pushed, but Masuyo had been given a good fight all the same. She couldn’t deny that about him.

With one last puff of air, she sprung to life and sprung out from under him, bringing her legs back and letting the Prince fall gently onto the ground. She brought herself onto one knee as she raised two fingers to the crowds, meeting them with a bright smile before looking back down at Daisuke for a moment.

She leaned over, giving his cheek a couple pats. “Good match. That was pretty fun! If you just put some duct tape over that mouth, you’d make a good poster boy for Tension.” She brought her face a bit closer. “Ever want a rematch at the ‘Princess of Wrestling’-” She snickered. “-I’m planning to be around for a long time.” She brought her lips forward, giving a quick kiss on the cheek before she drew back.

With a cheeky grin, she stood up and raised her arm for the crowd. She gave a couple bows to her front and back as her theme entered the arena. Walking along the barricade, she gave a couple high fives and shot a round of finger guns into the audience. Not a bad showing for her first cross-promotion match. Stretching her arm over her head, she walked up the ramp and headed backstage, practically dreaming of that shower already.