Daisuke Takeuchi vs Amy Poford- Revenge

Daisuke flipped her over onto her belly, and Amy continued to struggle wildly. She didn't know what was about to happen, but she knew it couldn't be anything good. Daisuke wrenched her ankle and Amy's body jerked. It was her first experience with a joint-focused submission move- and it wasn't pleasant.

"AHHH!" Amy shut her eyes against the ripping pain in her ankle. "FUCK!"

As the pain continued to wrack her body, Amy would attempt to escape by sharply push kicking her free foot at the leg that she had luckily attacked earlier.

Finally! He had got her trapped in a strong submission hold. After flipping her on her belly Daisuke's excitement was evident as his eyes widened with an evil grin on his face. He got down on his knee and immediately started to crank up the pressure in the ankle lock.

"Arrghh give-up or I'll break your freakin ankle" he hissed as he wrenched that ankle, since he was down on his knee his leg was an easy target for Amy's free leg. It heel kicked back and struck his leg, causing him to release her leg and stagger back to fall down on his butt.

Daisuke let go of her ankle and even fell on his ass, leaving him wide open for attack, but Amy did not have offense in mind. Once she felt herself be released, she got to her feet and quickly retreated to a safe distance. Her ankle twinged, but it was only a mild complaint, and she figured she would be fine. More worrying than the state of her ankle, though, was how quickly things had gone from good to bad. It was the first time that Daisuke had gotten his hands on her in such a pinpoint submission hold, and it was a huge shock; it felt a little bit as though the neighborhood dog that she’d been playing with had just turned on her. She didn't want for that to happen again.

Smile now gone from her face, Amy put her guard back up and regarded the fallen Prince warily, considerably more respectful of Daisuke’s wrestling abilities.

Daisuke felt that victory was near, so close that he could taste it! However Amy proved to be quite the resilient girl as she managed to kick out and get the prince down on his ass. He rubbed his behind a bit as he gritted his teeth in anger, watching his opponent get back up on her feet and limp away from him, shaking her leg out a bit and then feeling quite okay to carry on wrestling.

Daisuke smirked when he saw Amy's smile disappear when she brought her guard back up. He pushed his palm on the ring mats as he pushed himself back up, adjusting his wrestling briefs. "Well well, getting serious I presume" he said as he started to circle her once again.

Amy didn't answer. She bounced- her ankle whined slightly, but she ignored it,- and watched as Daisuke made his approach. Then she attacked, pushing off of her fresh leg, taking a step, then pivoting, aiming a kick high at Daisuke's face- and away from his deadly arms.

Her silence was a good enough answer, Daisuke could now gain the upper advantage now that he knew that he had gotten into Amy's head. The two of them circled each other around until Amy pushed off her good leg and pivoting to aim a high kick at the prince's face.

"Hmph, not so fast" he said, taking a step back and bringing his hands up towards his face, trying to catch Amy's leg with both hands. If he was fast enough to do so, he would have Amy hoping on one leg and even worse so, her bad leg. Daisuke knew that she wont be able to do much with that so he tried to kick at her standing leg, trying to sweep her down on her back but Daisuke would not release the leg that he caught...he had other plans for that.

Amy's eyes grew wide when Daisuke caught her kick, and a sense of dread oozed down her back. Before she even knew what she was doing, she jumped off of her support leg and kicked out with it, too. Her weakened leg launched itself at the same target- Daisuke's face- as her body instinctively protected itself from falling into another of Daisuke's holds.

The prince caught the first leg, he was preparing to sweep her other leg but Amy, out of instinct , quickly launched her other leg towards his face as well. Daisuke wasn't prepared for that at all, he had let his guard down as he never really expected the girl to be so quick in her response and in a flash, her leg kicked at his face.

*THAWK*

"Uurggh, fuck!" he cursed as he released her leg and went down on his back, that kick really did a number on him as he clutched his face, feeling a bit dazed and out of it.

Amy slammed face down into the mat, and her ankle started to throb from the kick. The pain was nothing she couldn’t deal with, but both the cheers and jeers from the crowd compounded in her ears, giving her something of a headache. “Shut up,” she said through gritted teeth to herself, getting to her elbows and knees.

Amy recognized that things were not going well. She was getting gunshy; that kick was wayyy too high for Daisuke's condition, but she had attacked there because she was wary of her opponent's arms, and that had nearly cost her. Amy needed to step back, calm down, and reassess.

So, while the Prince was cradling his ex-model face, Amy slipped out of the ring. The perceived retreat earned her some boos from the crowd, but she turned to the audience. She pointed at her chest ('me'), held out a hand with her finger and thumb about an inch apart ('small'), pointed at the man rolling about in the ring ('him'), then spread her arms as wide as they could go, even going up on her toes for added effect ('laaarge!'). Her antics earned her a few laughs, but by then she had turned back around to keep an eye on the wrestling prince. She began to stroll around the outside of the ring, taking deep breaths to calm down and getting used to how her ankle was feeling.

The ref started her ten count. "One! Two!..."

Daisuke had hurt her ankle more than he thought he did, he was down on his back and massaging his pretty boy face and was expecting some wild move from Amy. He tried to scramble back towards the rope but when he felt that she wasnt really following up, he looked around to see the blonde exiting the ring.

A sly grin came across the corner of his lips as he shrugged his shoulders and slowly got back up to his feet. Wondering what the crowd was laughing on "W-what? what happened"
he said with his eyebrows raised and looking confused before finally turning towards his opponent. "Ooohhh finally giving up huh? well you're not as dumb as I thought" he said with his nose held high. The wrestling prince would not fall for her trick to bait him outside, if that was her plan!

The referee, meanwhile, did her job. "...THREE.....FOUR.....FIVE....."