All-Out!

Slamming Daisuke down with her finisher, Belinda would shake her head as she laid on top of him. Gathering her senses for a moment or two before she would move off of him and then try to roll the wrestling prince over onto his back. Laying herself down to place her weight on top of his chest and pin him down.

She didn't bother reaching for his legs to hook them, as at the moment that was too much energy to expend. She needed a moment to rest on top of him as she would try and grab at his arm and make sure to pin it down as her legs would try and do the same with Daisuke's other arm.

The referee would move in next to them and start the count, slapping their hand down against the wooden flood.

"One!....Two!...."

Slammed hard onto his front, Daisuke was not moving much as the male was breathing heavily. His head was fuzzy and the sweat and steam was getting to him. Belinda would roll him over to his back resulting him laying with his arms and legs spread wide, looking onto the ceiling with his chest heaving up and down.

Belinda opted for a sideways pin, laying across his chest while grabbing his arm with her hands while her legs pinned his other arm down. The referee would get down on the floor and start slapping the mats for the count.

"Three!" she counted, signaling another point for the blonde.

Time left: 5 minutes
Score: Belinda 4 Daisuke 2

Belinda waited for the three count to come, and when it did she would release a sigh of relief. Shaking her head as she pushed up and off of Daisuke...She would remain on her knees though, remaining besides him as well. She needed to catch her breath and there couldn't be long left in this match.

"We aren't done yet Daisuke, not until the bell rings." Belinda let out as she would rise up, the referee of course getting in between them to make sure Belinda don't jump on the defenseless Daisuke. " Get up, didn't take you for the lazy kind." Belinda teased with a slight smile on her face.

With five minutes left, Belinda was two points ahead. There was no way back for Daisuke unless a miracle would be involved. What surprised him more was the eagerness of his opponent to continue. She was truly something, looking to continue the fight despite being up with time on her side which was a testament to Belinda's ability as a great wrestler.

Down on his back, Daisuke was too tired to continue as he slowly rolled over onto his side and then onto all fours. Breathing heavily, he cursed her in his head for her teasing. "Anata o noroimasu
[Curse you]" he spoke in Japanese, struggling to get back up to his feet. Daisuke would eventually get up"Hah...hah...." he panted, bringing his hands up defensively.

Belinda watched as Daisuke rolled over onto his front and started to push himself up, she would keep her gaze fixed on him in case he wanted to try something foolish and throw himself at her. She wasn't about to let him do that though....thankfully she didn't have to worry about it as Daisuke seemed as if he was content with staying on the defensive for now.

The blonde would let out a strained huff, as she then decided to rush forward! Trying to throw her arm out and smash it into the side of Daisuke's head for a sluggish but powerful forearm strike! She wasn't about to stop there though, trying to throw another forearm strike and then another, aiming to hammer into Daisuke over and over and try and break through whatever guard he held up, aiming to knock him loopy enough for her to go in for another match ender!

The wrestling prince was not ready to start the match but the blonde was insistent that he did. With only five minutes left, there was nothing he could do to make a comeback with his current state. Daisuke stood up, guarding himself in a defensive manner before Belinda rushed in and began to ram her forearm into the side of his head.

Daisuke would bring his arms up to block some of the blows but it still connected in part, making him back up more and more until he backed up all the way to the wooden bench. His heels clipped the edge of the bench and he fell onto the bench, sitting on them while still having his guard up.

Belinda pushed Daisuke back with each hit she managed to hit, smashing her forearm into his guard and his head over and over. Finally he toppled as he dropped down into a seated position. She would then try and pull her arm back and back up a few steps before trying to take a quick leap forward and raise her boot, going for a rather makeshift big boot on the seated Daisuke!

Hoping that he wouldn't have time to get out of the way with being seated and all that, she aimed to try and knock him loopy with the boot driving into his head/face!

Battling against the blonde in this condition was proving to be mountain hill of a task for the prince who was simply covering up until he tripped over and fell onto the wooden bench with his guard still up. Panting and sweating heavily, he then found the blonde bringing her boot up to smack it against his face leaving the prince groggy and dazed.

Daisuke would lean back onto the wooden seat, arms spread while as he was heaving with his guard broken.

Belinda drove her boot right into Daisuke's guard and knocked him straight in the face! Leaving the wrestling prince in a dazed state as he sat on that bench. Belinda was forced to stumble a bit as she backed off and got to a stand. She didn't have a lot of time if she wanted to put and end to Daisuke again and pick up another final win over her rival.

She would try and grab a hold of his head and pull him up to his feet off of the bench. Aiming to keep that head in under her armpit as she sought to grab at his briefs and then aimed to lift him up! Holding him upside down for a moment or two before throwing them backwards, aiming to hit Daisuke with a simple vertical suplex!

By this time even the prince's arrogance and ego had shattered. Leaning onto the wooden bench, heaving and panting heavily, Daisuke was ready to throw in the towel before this match would even finish. There were less than five minutes left but Daisuke had enough of the steam and the blonde!

Belinda had other ideas, grabbing him by his head to pull him up off the bench onto his feet. Once again she tucked his head under her armpit and grabbed his wet briefs. "N-No stop" he said with his voice shaking. Belinda would pull him up and drop him down hard on the floor once again in a suplex, causing him to bridge up and clutch his lower back while howling in pain.