Daisuke Takeuchi vs Amy Poford- Revenge

Amy stopped and stretched out. The walk had done her some good. The crowd went back to being white noise, and the nervous fog had lifted from her eyes. She rolled back into the ring at "Seven!" and got to her feet. She even felt recovered enough to smile and respond to her opponent again. "Aww, thanks! That's the first compliment you've given me. I knew you weren't such a bad guy." Her hands were back up, and she was bouncing again, the ankle all but silent once more. "Come on, buddy, let's not keep these good people waiting."

Amy threw herself forward with a series of quick punches- jab jab cross- aimed at Daisuke's stomach. It was too long since she scored some uncontested hits, and she hoped that this combo would be the start of a comeback.

He patiently waited for her to get back in the ring, once she did , she was all smiles back again, much to the annoyance of Daisuke. "W-what? Urgh, perhaps I may have been wrong. You ARE dumb enough to continue" he said as he backed up, rolling his shoulders as the two got ready to square up again.

"You care about these peoples? Figures, only a commoner would care about the rest of the average joes and jills here" he snorted before Amy stepped back in for a combo of strikes, knocking the wind out of the prince. He let out a couple of grunts, but tried to counter by raising her thigh up into her that was just below the belt...however the referee girls vision was blocked from their positions, and she missed that low strike.

Amy was expecting some sort of counter when she started to attack, but she did NOT expect Daisuke, who had fought cleanly thus far, to go for a low blow.

Amy's eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. She dropped to her knees, her hands in fists around her crotch. Then a surge of anger flooded her head, mixing in with the pain. "Ugh... You little bitch..." she seethed through her agony.

It had to be done, he was getting more and more frustrated and this was the result of that frustration as Daisuke went for the low-blow to get the blonde wrestler down on her knees infront of him.

"Well well, so you DO have some anger in you. Atleast you are respectful enough to bow down infront of your prince" he snickered as he took a step back to try and send a spinning heel kick to the side of her head while she was still down on her knees, in an attempt to get her down on her side. "Hhyyah"

Where was the ref? She had to have seen that- or, if she hadn't, couldn't she tell at least from Amy's reaction that something wasn't right? Are low blows allowed now? But the ref continued to stand watch, concerned, maybe, but apparently fine with how the match was proceeding. Amy pushed it out of her mind.

"Son of a bitch, I'm gonna-" Before she could finish her sentence, Daisuke sent a heel crashing into her face. Her hands would have blocked the blow, but they were busy nursing the attack from before. Amy toppled over, dazed, groaning, and her head ringing maddeningly.

He hit the hammer right on the nail, his boot smacked against the side of her head sending her down onto her side. He let out a sadistic chuckle while looking down on her, flexing his arms for the crowd.

"Or you'll do what? HUH?" he snapped back at her, "Time to end this, I'll show you how a real wrestler finishes the job" he smirked. He went towards her slightly injured ankle, grabbing her leg while bending down towards her. He began to hook her calf around the back of his head as he began to raise back up on his feet. If this would work, he would have her hanging upside down, with her calf being bent across his muscular shoulders as he would jump up and down a bit to really crank up the pressure on that leg.

Amy was feeling pretty out of it. The tender spot where Daisuke had kneed her was only mildly sore now, but her head still buzzed as though a beehive had broken open inside. Therefore, she was only marginally aware when Daisuke grabbed her leg, managing only a groggy "No..." as he locked in the hold.

Then he jumped, and the pain cleared her head in a hurry. "AHHH!" Amy screamed as pain jolted through her leg. Amy felt helpless, her already weakened leg bent and at the mercy of a malicious opponent. Her body writhed wildly, desperately looking for some sort of leverage, but it could not find any.

For the first time in their two fights together, Amy thought that she might lose.

Daisuke was bringing his A game now, no longer would he underestimate the girl like he did in their meeting in the gym room. Now it was FULL on, Daisuke had her leg hooked around the back of his head, her calf pressed against his muscular shoulderblade as he pressed them down against it, jumping up and down to increase the pressure.

His boots pounding the ring mats as he increased the speed of his jumps, "COME ON< all out of comebacks? Why dont you say the right thing now? Just say you GIVE UP" he yelled, looking down on her grief stricken face.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

She thought back to their spar in the AFW gym, and how smoothly their it had gone for her, how righteous she felt, even, taking on this pompous monster of a man and spoon feeding him some humility. It was clear cut David and Goliath.

But that seemed miles away now. Daisuke had gone down so easily then that, while Daisuke learned to come at her with everything he had, she’d taken this match for granted. She dismissed the possibility that the Prince had hustled her- no, not this idiot. She’d been cocky, plain and simple. Her current peril was borne entirely from her own hubris. Daisuke had her completely incapacitated, gleefully taunting her as he tortured her already-battered form. Her leg sent panicked emergency sensations to her brain, crying out for respite. The amalgamation of her pain and frustration made her let loose another feral howl and slam a vicious fist into the mat. The ref, ever alert, swooped in. “Give?”

“No! Fuck!” She couldn’t lose like this. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if her own overconfidence had brought on her downfall; at least, not to this clown. But her options were dwindling- the best that her struggling had done was move Daisuke's lock on her calf to her knee- and her body was on fire.

Finally, in a panic, she made a desperate move. First, she positioned her body so that her back was to the mat, then, using her opponent's own lock on her knee as leverage, she would crunch up; the knee was likely to crush Daisuke's neck, but her own abs were also tensing to their limit with the strain. She could feel her knee light up with the pricks of a million burning needles. There may even have been a pop or two, but all Amy knew for sure was that, for an instant, there was blinding pain, and the world fell silent. She nearly fell off of Daisuke’s shoulders then, but she grit her teeth into a nasty grin to keep from crying and hauled herself up. She'd try to position herself so that she had a thigh on either side of Daisuke's head.

"Hey." On top, Amy would begin punching, throwing wild haymakers all over Daisuke's head- around the ears, the temple, the face, the back of the head. If a knuckle happened to find its way into one of his eyes, then good. Fall, you no-good low-blowing motherfucker.

Finally, he was going to teach this girl a lesson. A lesson that she would probably never forget, or should forget. He could now proudly claim that he was right about the fact that Amy just had a beginners luck, that she can never out-wrestle the prince in an official wrestling match. He continued to press her calf against his shoulder blade while cranking up the pressure as he jumped up and down. He was absolutely loving the sounds of her moans of pain, with a sick smile of satisfaction on his face evident.

That smile quickly turned into an angered expression when the referee girl went over to her to ask Amy for a submission, which she refused. "Oh yeah? how about NOW" he grunted as he put everything he had in his strength in that hold, to make her submit. For a while, he thought he had it until he felt her body twist about and her knee now pressing onto his neck. "Gugh, damnit"he hissed, before he knew it her other leg went around his neck as well, and using her impressive upper body strength she pulled her self up on his shoulders.

His eyes widened in disbelief, How? he wondered as he stared into her eyes. He was in a world of hurt now, and when she rained down her wild punches all over his face, it was getting all too familiar. He thought about slamming her down on her back, like in a powerbomb since she was well sat up on his shoulders but with her fist hitting his eye, he went straight back down on his back!

*THUD*