Arena Mexico- Daisuke vs. Santa Tigresa!

La Santa's chest was heaving, as she gasped for air. The luchadora had managed to rock Daisuke, it seemed, but now she had to get her strength back. The match was far from over. She had managed to resist the 'wrestling prince' how many times in Japan? Clenching her hands into fists, La Santa reminded herself of every victory that she had over the handsome, toned young man … perhaps she just needed this one more, to finally shut him up for good!

When she managed to slow her pounding heart, Santa Tigresa rolled up her shoulder and went onto her belly. She lifted her head, looking over to Daisuke. The coward was retreating for the safety of the ropes! By the rules of the match, Santa Tigresa couldn't go after him now.

Shoulders rising and falling as Santa Tigresa pushed herself off the mat, La Santa was still feeling better with each passing moment. She shook her head out, tried to clear her mind, and reset for their next exchange. Daisuke was safe for now, but any second their fight would be rejoined!

“You will lose, little prince,” she said, sinking low into a ready stance, “just like you've lost everyt time! Only tonight, an arena full of screaming Mexican fans are going to see it! This will be your final humiliation!” La Santa snarled at him from beneath her mask, ready to take the fight right to the wrestling prince as soon as he stood!

With Daisuke reeling away from his opponent, she would do the same as she rolled her shoulder and went up on her belly before pushing up on her feet. Daisuke pulled up on the ropes and got back up on his feet himself, quickly turning back to watch the Tigresa, who was already on her feet and calling out the prince, once again putting her claim that the prince will lose again, this time in front of the screaming Mexican fans.

Daisuke glared back at her with his teeth clenched "You're delusional if you think I'll lose infront of these Mexican bastards! I'll finish your career where it started! Right here" he growled back at her, before lunging in at her, looking to drive his shoulder into her abs in an attempt to spear her down on the mat.

Santa Tigresa was seething with anger, as she waited for Daisuke to start getting up. The cheers of the fans were washing over her shining shoulders, her body bouncing up and down on her haunches as she waited for her chance to strike. Her eyes lingered over his toned figure, scrambling to get back up to his feet, part of her relishing this chance to see the 'wrestling prince' at anything less than his absolute best.

Santa Tigresa threw her hair over her shoulder, feeling like she was ready for him as he got back up to his feet. She listened to his threats, and let a low growl out from the base of her throat.

“Shut your mouth, little prince!” Santa Tigresa snapped, Daisuke's threats making her cheeks burn. As soon as he was up, La Santa was running toward him. Her legs pumping, her body seething with rage, she threw herself at Daisuke, ready to jump up at any second to hit him with another hard kick! Not expecting that the Wrestling Prince would go low, where she went high!

“AAAUUGH!” Santa Tigresa screamed, as Daisuke lunged down. His shoulder hit her square in the belly, his muscular body connecting hard with her soft belly. The Tigresa folded over in half, her body crumbling against Daisuke's onslaught and dropping hard to the mat!

The wrestling prince once again was successful in his plan to infuriate Santa, as he invariably always has done so in the past by taunting her and disrespecting her status as a proud Mexican wrestler and her status of being a female wrestler in her thirties. However, Santa had always responded by her actions to prove the young male wrestler wrong.

Goading her into rushing at him, the prince would respond by diving in low and ramming his shoulder into her belly to take her down. Her body laid sprawled under him after he took her down with a might spear. Daisuke grinned as he looked down on her, grabbing her by her sweat hair to pull her up on her feet as he rose to his own feet.

"You're weak Santa...." he said, pressing up against her body once again, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed tight in a bearhug. His sweaty chiseled frame pressed up hard against Santa's, he rested his head on her shoulder, leaning into her while squeezing her out as hard as he could. "Submit...."he commanded.

La Santa was laid out flat on the mat, Daisuke's spear having nearly destroyed her! The luchadora had let her heart run away with the rest of her body once again, and now she was paying for it dearly. Her body wracked with coughs as she struggled to breathe, the proud luchadora would only lay in agony at the feet of the wrestling prince.

“Oww,” La Santa moaned, as Daisuke took a fistful of her wild hair and pulled her up to her feet. Santa Tigresa's arms hung limply at her sides, lacking the strength to properly fight back. Still, beneath her mask, the latina wrestler was glaring daggers at her most hated opponent.

“B-bastard,” she groaned, as Daisuke mocked her. She winced as she felt his powerful arms wrap around her body. She was trapped, stuck in his grip, her body sinking softly into his chiseled frame. “Nooo,” she groaned, knowing what was next.

“AAAAARRGHHH!” La Santa was left screaming by Daisuke's bearhug, the powerful young man squeezing the life out of the luchadora! “Nnnghh,” La Santa groaned, as her thick frame was constricted in the prince's arms.

In total agony, Santa Tigresa's arms flailed side to side. Daisuke was able to lock in the hold tight, torturing her in front of her home town crowd. Nearly crying in pain, Santa Tigresa told herself not to give in, not to utter a submission. Not when she'd come so far, not in front of so many people begging her to fight back and win!

The wrestling prince felt quite satisfied to shut La Santa's proud attitude up. Daisuke never believed that she was the better wrestler, Daisuke always felt she was weaker, less talented and no where near as strong or as good as him in the ring. Despite all that, she was 3-0 up against him. After taking her down hard, right in the middle of the ring in her own hometown, he smirked in satisfaction.

That wasn't it though, as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up to her feet. Daisuke mocked the proud wrestler, even though she was a mess with her wild hair and body glistening in sweat. She cursed out to him, as she has done on many occasion but it made no difference to the prince.

Daisuke would proceed to lean against her, pressing his hot, sweaty frame against her own as he wrapped his arm around her waist and SQUEEZED her in a tight bearhug. Daisuke loved the sound of her screaming as her arms flailed from side to side, Daisuke kept leaning in, resting his head on her shoulder. It was a sight to behold, the younger male dominating the hometown female wrestler in the bearhug, everyone cheering for her to power out or somehow counter it.

Daisuke was confident, he kept squeezing harder and harder, leaning into her so that not even an inch of space was left between the two. "You are getting weaker....it's over Santa. It's either tap out.....or pass out" he moaned in her ear, snuggling against her frame while squeezing.

When Daisuke had her screaming in his grip, La Santa could only barely hear the jeers and shouts of the fans. La Santa's hot breath beat down on Daisuke's shoulder, her sweat pouring onto his body as he wailed pathetically in his arm. La Santa started to go hoarse, screaming in his grip, losing her strength more and more with every passing moment in his arms!

La Santa could hear the fans begging her to power out, begging her to come back to life and keep fighting. Tears began to run down her cheeks, beneath the mask, as her head settled into Daisuke's shoulder. Her warm thighs wrapped around his waist, her body grinding against his as he dominated her in full view of the arena. He mocked her, threatened her to tap out, or pass out.

For a second, La Santa raised her hand, fingers outstretched. A moment of weakness arose, where she considered letting it end right here and now. La Santa's heart pounded through her soft, ample breast, against Daisuke's toned body. Then, the burning humiliation in Daisuke's words came burning through. La Santa clenched her hand, her fingers balling up into a fist.

It was a last ditch effort, but La Santa took a deep breath and pushed back. The Tigresa hooked her ankles behind Daisuke's back, scissoring him with her thick and powerful legs. La Santa clenched, trying to squeeze Daisuke suddenly and sharply with her legs, hoping that she could shock him enough, hurt the wrestling prince enough to earn her freedom!

Daisuke was sure of his victory, he had Tigresa locked in a crushing bearhug in the middle of the ring. His strong arms squeezing her body tightly against his own chiseled frame, causing her to scream in pain, much to the delight of the wrestling prince. The fans looked on in horror as their heroine was crushed by the arrogant foreigner prince, she screamed in pain while the fans jeered the prince and cheered Santa, begging her to power out of this.

Daisuke felt her warm breath against his shoulder, when she leaned onto him and her head rested on his shoulder, their sweaty bodies grinding and pressed, he thought it was over. She was either gonna give up now or had already passed out. Her legs went up and wrapped themselves around his waist, her hand raised up and it seemed as if the tap was coming...until her hand balled up into a fist and Daisuke gritted his teeth in anger, pouring on the pressure on the bearhug. "You stubborn fool!" he growled.

However, that didnt spell the end for the Tigresa as her legs crossed over at her own ankles and squeezed the prince in a figure four body body scissors! The pain shot around his waist as he screamed in pain "Gaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!" he cried in pain, his own bearhug being weakened severely due to her surprise offense.

Santa Tigresa grit her teeth, and tried to focus on the chants of the fans. The hometown crowd was cheering on the luchadora, willing her to keep fighting, to beat this disrespectful punk for each of them. The Tigresa's screams of agony had brought some of them to their feet, staring on in shock and horror as they watched their heroine falter.

With all her will, La Santa put her effort into the leg scissor. She squeezed and grinded against Daisuke's body, trying to drive the wind out of him and- she prayed- weaken the wrestling prince enough that he couldn't put her down. When he growled in her ear, La Santa could feel the frustration in his hot breath. It sent chills down her spine.

Finally, when La Santa heard Daisuke finally scream out in pain, she knew she was onto something. She was tired, her ample chest heaving against his firm body, but she had just enough of a chance to keep her moving. La Santa's thick legs tensed, grinding harder and harder against Diasuke as she fought back. The fans, realizing what was happening, started to cheer louder and louder, hoping to see the heroine finally succeed in taking the Prince down a notch!

As Santa Tigresa wrenched nad forced the hold, she tried to lean back. The pulled back the fist she'd made on Daisuke's shoulder, and tried to swing a clubbing forearm at the Prince's handsome face. The luchadora put her entire weight on Diasuke, trying to force him to support her, even as she clubbed him, hoping to make him abandon the hold.

The proud Prince and Tigresa fought hard, both of them knew how much it meant to win this wrestling match. For Daisuke it was to prove that he was equal and better to his rival, that despite never winning against Santa it was he who was the best wrestler, it was he who will retire Santa Tigresa in the same country she began her career as a wrestler. For Santa it was to prove Daisuke wrong, that as a female wrestler from Mexico she was as good as the other young wrestlers in Japan, if not better, to prove to Daisuke that she was the superior wrestler in their long standing rivalry.

For most parts of the match, Daisuke was dominating the wrestling match, much to the horror and disappointment of the home crowd. Daisuke had Santa trapped in a crushing bearhug, her body sinking into his sweaty chiseled frame as he continued to squeeze her in the bearhug. Her submission never came, instead like always, she would fight back with all she had as she pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist to give him a hard squeeze. Daisuke screamed in pain, she knew she was onto something and was quick to follow up by tensing her legs and grinding harder and harder against Diasuke.

She leaned back, loosening up his hold even more and then a forearm smacked across his face before she leaned forward onto him! Daisuke staggered back, unable to hold her any longer due to the pain around his waist from her thick legs squeezing coupled with that sudden strike to his face. He let out a grunt before falling flat on his back, taking Tigresa with him as she ended up on top of him!!!

*THUD*