Daisuke Takeuchi vs Grace Allen

Even as dazed and breathless as she was after the prolonged bear-hug, Grace Allen defaulted to her usual mode whenever she was pressed against the proverbial wall, all out attack. She almost collapsed face-first to the mat after Daisuke finally let go, gasping for breath even as she caught herself on hands and knees, in something close to a three point stance.

Summoning what strength she could, Grace looked to take advantage of her position. Instead of standing to her full height or backing away to gain some distance to recover, she launched herself forward to drive her shoulder into the Princes' mid-section and spear him to the mat!

As Grace was giving into her desperation, a sudden headbutt would change the shape of the match as that caused the prince to release his opponent and stagger back, massaging his forehead as his entire world was rocked. He was feeling shaken up and dazed as he took a moment to catch his bearing, forgetting everything about his opponent and simply focusing to recover from that sharp headbutt.

That was going to be a big mistake, he felt his guard wide open and Grace was sizing the prince up. The prince a pounding sound as Grace suddenly shot up from her three point stance to launch herself at Daisuke, running at him as her boots pounded on the mat before her shoulder SMACKED into the prince's chiselled mid-section as she took him down on his back with a thunderous spear.

*THUD*

A loud sound emitted around the ring as his back slammed against the mat and Grace landed on top of the prince. He let out a loud cry of pain and his moans continued as he wriggled under her after being speared, his sweaty chiselled frame on display under the ring lights as Grace was taking the fight to Daisuke.

Satisfying as it was to violently collide with that smug jerk Daisuke and take him down to the mat in dramatic fashion, it took energy Grace could ill afford after having the breath crushed from her very lungs by his bear hug. That she was still reeling from the defensive headbutt didn't help matters. Grace forced herself to move, pulling her further up his body, so that her breasts pressed softly into the Prince's chest, Grace considered going for another pin... 

... only to be reminded of how this match started. Daisuke had promised to humiliate and make an example out of her by forcing a submission from her lips. It wasn't the way Grace usually ended her matches, but the self proclaimed Wrestling Prince deserved no less. With a wince, she forced herself to sit up, dark skinned thighs nestling tight around his hips as she straddled them.

Grace bent down to grab Daisuke by the shoulders, trying to pull him up towards her in a sitting position as she essentially straddled his lap. If she managed that, Grace would seek to loop her right arm around the back of the arrogant wrestlers neck and pull him into a gullitine choke style submission.

Grace really wanted to beat the prince, after that headbutt that left them both reeling, the all american wrestler rushed Daisuke and took him down hard and fast their toned bodies SMACKED into each other as Grace hit him with a thunderous spear to knock him over and onto his back as he let out a loud, painful moan. She remained on top, slithering up towards him. Her sweaty body pressed up against him as her breasts grinded against his chest as she looked down on him.

The referee got down on all fours to count the pin but stopped when he noticed Grace grabbing Daisuke's shoulders to pull him in a seated position, facing her as she straddled his lap and the two once more pressed tight face to face. "Urgh...Grace..."he moaned softly as he nudged into her, trying to push her off before he suddenly felt her arm look over his neck as she tucked his head under her armpit and began to choke him in a guillotine choke submission.

"GACK!.....Urggh....Mmhgggh.....No....*huff*huff*cough*...AAHHHH" he wriggled against her body, her breasts rubbing against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist once more but was too tired to squeeze at all. He only used it as leverage as he tried to push her off but she was stuck tight to him like a koala hugging a tree and refused to let go. It was all getting to Daisuke, the heat, the sweat and the choke.....after a minute or two in the hold- the wrestling prince had no choice! It was tap out....or pass out.

Daisuke released her waist to gently tap her back- signalling his submission. "S-submission!" he moaned softly!

It would have been a complete and utter lie to say that Grace Allen didn't consider holding onto the submission maneuver a few seconds longer and fully knock Daisuke out, just for spite. He'd repeatedly demeaned her and even started the match with the statement that he intended to embarrass her in her debut. In the end, Grace let go of the hold the moment the referee recognized the submission and signaled for the bell. It just wasn't in her nature to kick someone when they were down and she had the advantage. That, and Daisuke wasn't just all talk. Arrogant or not, he'd earned that much respect at least.

As the announcer proclaimed Grace the winner of the match, she was only barely aware of her own victory, flopping down atop Daisuke to catch her breath, her limbs protesting the very idea of moving. "So... hows that for a *huff huff* debut, your majesty?" She couldn't repress a soft chuckle even as she tried to find the energy to peel herself off his chest.

It was a sight to be seen, Daisuke had promised to make Grace submit- to embarrass her in her debut but instead it was Grace who proved him wrong, who made him tap and embarrass the prince infront of the tension crowd by trapping him in a guillotine choke and making him submit verbally. The bell rang and Daisuke wasn't sure what was to happen next, whether the American female wrestler would release him and give him his just deserts or would she be a true face and release him.

He felt her arm ease up around his neck as her body was still pressed up against his. He leaned back and fell flat on his back and Grace would soon follow, the two wrestlers drenched in each others sweat were now on top of each other, laying almost motionless. Daisuke's chest heaved up and down as Grace's toned body lay up top on him. His arms went around her waist to try and push her off but he was too weak, instead they just laid there.

Her hair all messy as it covered their faces, while the two conversed in whispers "*huff*huff* N-no way.....Grace.....this isn't over....you and me backstage...urgh...need to talk.." he moaned, wriggling under her.

"Great. I can't wait to hear you explain your loss away, your highness." Grace dragged herself off of Daisuke and used the ropes to help her to her feet. "Or maybe, just maybe, you might be gracious in defeat." 

She sounded quite dubious at that, but nor was she going to back down from the arrogantly self proclaimed Wrestling Prince. One thing that couldn't be denied, she has won her debut tension match... though she suspected Daisuke would try to explain it away.