Calling out the Champion

He was really serious about exposing Misaki Toyoda for the farce champion that she was. He was never really impressed by Berserk and certainly the supposed Ace who was supposed to be the best of them. Having cornered Misaki after knocking the wind out of her thanks to his shoulder barrage, Daisuke would follow it up with a huge chop to her chest and then a belly to belly suplex to send her crashing down to the middle of the ring, howling in pain.

He would casually walk back over towards her, pressing his boot against her cheek while she was clutching her back. Out of disrespect, he pressed his boot down to her cheek and grind it hard, using it to turn her over onto her front before stomping down on her injured back. If that worked, the prince would sit on her lower back and grab her arms, pulling them back and placing them over his thighs before reaching forward to grab her chin and pull back to lock in a camel clutch submission.

"Tell me, Misaki-san, was it worth it? Was it worth leaving Berserk to join AFW and be dominated by real wresters? by real champions?" he mocked. "Submit....give up" he demanded.

All the ace of berserk could do was grit her teeth as the agony on her chest was almost immediately overshadowed by the fire that was burning in her spine. Misaki groaned as she tried to quickly roll onto her belly so she could get onto her hands and knees. But that plan was quickly dashed when a boot would suddenly slam into her cheek, pinning her to the canvas.

“Ghrk!” the ace growled out as she felt Daisuke grind the sole of his boot disrespectfully against her cheek. Her rage rising more and more as this Prince’s disrespect seemed to reach new heights. But before Misaki could do anything about it, she was forcefully rolled onto her belly and let out a shout as her back was given more punishment from Daisuke’s boot.

Groaning once more, the ace was only able to put up a light struggle as she felt her opponent sit on the small of her back and felt her arms getting hooked over Daisuke’s thighs. Then her chin was grabbed and a choked, silent scream would leave her lips as the prince yanked her back and began to torment her spine in a brutal camel clutch! And yet, despite his taunts. Misaki refused to tap or even entertain the thought of giving up!

The wrestling prince was relentless in his pursuit of becoming one of the best wrestlers in AFW. For that, his aim was to challenge and defeat the supposed best wrestlers from Friction or Tension in order for him to lay claim to the stake that he was truly the best not in just one division but in all of AFW. One such target was the opponent he was wrestling right now, the Berserk championship was just the added bonus.

With Misaki down, he would taunt the champion using his boot to grind her cheek against the mat before shoving her to her belly and mounting her back, trapping her in a camel clutch. Her refusal to either submit or respond would be greeted with a chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders. "I'd imagine such from someone like you. In fact, I was counting on it. I haven't even begun to humiliate you, Misaki-san" he said with a grin.

With that, Daisuke's hand moved from her chin towards her mouth as he would use his fingers to fishhook her mouth and use said grip to bend her head backwards in a modified camel clutch, adding humiliation on top of the pain. "What do you say now? Give up? Do you acknowledge me as the superior wrestler?" he demanded.