SD 15: Thorns of a Rose Vs. Nathan Weed, Daisuke Takeuchi & Charlie Haines - Tag Elimination!

Aoi's eyes widened as she saw the shadow encroach in her vision. The bitch that stood over her so threateningly was not intimidating in the least. In fact, the irony was not lost that the girl might have even passed as an underdeveloped version of Aoi herself, with her long, girlish hair and budding breasts. it was like Aoi was reliving her prepubescent days and there was a feint smiled before Ami mounted her.

She screeched again and cursed in Japanese as Ami grabbed her hair and began to slap Aoi mercilessly. She'd faced hard bodied men in the ring and this stick was delivering the most severe beating she had faced since joining the AFW. Worse yet, she was doing it in a way that received plenty of catcalls and hoots from the crowd.

She was dazed again as her head was slammed into the mats and groaned through her shrieks. She threw her hand up and tried her best to rake her nails into Ami's eyes. She had no problem getting dirty with a man, she was NOT going to be out dirtied by some cheap slut.

Still, it left Emi in a position where the match was, essentially, one on one.

Daisuke got the drop on Emi this time and managed to land in that German suplex, her body smacked against the ring canvas as Daisuke quickly covered her up for the pin. Emi was more stubborn than Daisuke gave her credit for as she quickly kicked out and rolled away from him and eventually got back up on her feet. Daisuke followed suit and slithered away from Emi and got back up on his feet as well. The two squared off in the middle of the ring once more, as they did in the start as Daisuke grinned and started to circle his opponent. "Time for round two, you lousy cook"he said, trying to take a dig at Emi to infuriate her.

Meanwhile, Ami and Aoi were still outside going at each other as the supermodel had straddled Aoi and kept smacking her head against the arena floor using a firm grip on her hair, "What's the matt-ECK! Oww, shit. My eyes!!" Ami ignored the hand that came up and raked her eyes, causing the supermodel to release her opponents hair and started to rub her eyes which were getting watery and her vision was a bit blurry. She was still on top of Aoi, however from this position it would be extremely easy for Aoi to take the advantage.

Emi glared at Daisuke as she got to her feet. "I hope your ready for a beat down. No one calls my cooking lousy." Emi said as she would charge at Daisuke to ram her elbow into his stomach. "I am going to tenderize you like a piece of meat." Emi would say as she planned to put Daisuke away and end this match with the Thorns on top.

Aoi's lips curled into a satisfied sneer as Ami recoiled from the eye rake. Instantly her hand shot up and reached for her fellow bluenette's hair and latched onto it. Aoi wasn't the best wrestler around, but she could get catty with a bitch, that was for sure. She yanked hard, intending to reverse their positions and hissed at Ami.

"You picked the wrong bitch to mess with!" Aoi growled, leaving behind her usual courteous tone. With her cheeks still red from the stinking slaps, she was beyond furious. She aimed her own slap hard at Ami's face for a little payback of her own.

Unfortunately, she had lost all focus on the fight. She was concerned entirely with rolling around with Ami and teaching her a lesson for trying to disrupt the Thorns' plans. For the moment, it was up to Emi and Emi alone to finish off Daisuke and bring home the bacon for their team.

Daisuke's taunts worked like a charm, he knew that Emi was rather sensitive when taunted about her cooking and Daisuke used that to his advantage. Emi launched herself towards Daisuke as her elbow was aimed at his stomach, however the wrestling prince anticipated a rash decision and he managed to sidestep the attack this time. If he managed to avoid getting elbowed, Daisuke would counter by bringing his knee up into Emi's belly and would follow that up by wrapping his arm around her head and dropping down onto his butt to drive his opponents head into the ring canvas for a DDT.

The fight outside the ring continued as the two bluenette's still fought. "Eck, atleast you admit you ARE a bitch" the supermodel hissed when her hair was grabbed by Aoi. Ami, in turn stretched her hands towards her opponents head to grab her hair as the two rolled with each other around, with one going on top and exchanging positions while exchanging vicious slaps as well. The staff outside the ring was a bit nervous on what to do, they started to move towards the two bluenette's to try and separate the two

Emi was too angry to think clearly and she was doubled over as Daisuke's knee slammed into her gut. "Asshole." Emi managed to say before Daisuke slammed Emi's head into the mat with a DDT. Emi was left floored on the mat groaning in pain while holding her head as the DDT had taken a lot out of her,

As soon as Daisuke hit her with the DDT, the wrestling prince got back up on his feet and grabbed Emi by the hair to pull her up on her feet. The referee gave him a telling off for the hairpull but Daisuke just shrugged it off.

"Time to send this cook back to the kitchen" he hissed as he went behind Emi and crouched down low to wrap his left arm around her thigh and his right arm reached up towards her head and cup her chin. Daisuke then hoisted Emi up on his shoulders for a torture rack submission hold, something he likes to call the princely torture. His hands pressing down on her chin and thigh to really grind her back against his muscular shoulder and bend her into two.

"GIVE UP" he commanded.

Emi was still holding her head in pain when Daisuke came over to finish the job. Emi was easily lifted onto Daisuke's shoulders. "Put me down asshole." Emi groaned out as Daisuke locked in his hold.

Emi bit her lower lip to try and endure the pain but it was tough as she was bent over Daisuke's back. After a few seconds Emi's tired body couldn't take anymore and she began tapping on Daisuke's arm. "Fine, i give up!. Jut put me down." Emi said as even though she hated to submit to a gut she couldn't take the submission hold any longer.

Daisuke kept up the pressure on his signature torture rack submission hold for a while until Emi finally signaled her submission and the odds were down to one on one. The wrestling prince was now really confident that he could easily put Aoi out and bask in the glory of victory as being the last man standing. Daisuke released Emi and slammed her down on her back before the referee and officials helped her outside the ring.

"Now where did that last bitch get to?"Daisuke smirked as he looked around to find his opponent. He leaned over towards the ropes to see a brawl going about, involving his sister and Aoi. "W-what the heck?!" he said, unsure of what to do. He wasnt going to get involved because part of him wanted his sister to find her own feet, he wasnt sure what to expect at this moment.

Aoi managed to end up on top of Ami when the bell sounded. She had one fist holding tightly onto Ami's blue locks while the other was just about to scratch deeply into Takeuchi's modest chest. Once the two were no longer in motion, Aoi was panting softly.

She looked down at Ami and glared hard at her before shoving her against the ground and standing up. That had taken more out of her than she had expected and she knew she needed to be in perfect condition just to survive Daisuke.

She slowly climbed into the ring and looked over the hunky "prince." The snarling vixen that had been rolling with Ami was gone and a pouty, puppy dog faced looking Aoi quivered her lip at Daisuke. "Oh, Daisuke-sama!" She said, clasping her fingers together. "I didn't think that a big, strong man like you would need to have his girlfriend do his dirty work on me! Surely I'm not that kind of threat to such a muscled specifmen as yourself." She said, lowering her head.