Daisuke Takeuchi vs Kara Vela " Unfinished Business"

Daisuke was getting frustrated, It seemed that Kara and Daisuke shared a similar wrestling style but as the two locked up and wrestled against each other, it seemed that Kara always matched up against Daisuke, holding her own and doing even better at times. The bearhug was no exception, he was caught off guard by her choice and now he was struggling in his own move. Their muscled, sweaty frames pressed tight against each other, as Kara taunted him on.

" URGH!" he growled squirming against her, "Arghhh there's no way I can lose to a peasant" he moaned softly as his own arms wrapped around Kara's head and he started to squeeze back, the two were locked in a battle.

As Kara kept the pressure on her bearhug she mulls that it all seems almost felt too easy. And he still kept on taunting her. Well there’s no harm in returning the complement.

“Sorry prince, can’t hear you ove-,” before she could finish Daisuke wraps his arms behind her head and brings her into a bearhug of his own.

Her face is buried in Daisuke’s chest and she has enough sense to angle her face so that she has room to breathe. Though all she gets is a lungfull of Daisuke’s sweat and scent filling her lungs. Not a bad smell but she’d prefer being able to breath. Kara pours her strength into bending Daisuke in half, but as the pressure around her head makes it hard to focus all her strength on her own hold. All too soon her head sends waves of pain pounding through her body. She tries to put it off but it becomes clear that Daisuke isn’t going to give up soon enough.

She lets go and grabs onto Daisuke’s arms, trying to pry them off of her head. If she can’t pry Daisuke off of herself she will wrap her arms around him again and try to make Daisuke give in.

Kara was a strong woman, Daisuke had to admit that by now as she did quite well in grappling up against the wrestling prince and winning out in many occasions now. For now, she held him up high and proud, squeezing his toned frame in her arm in a classic bearhug, with sweat glistening off his body- the Friction rookie showed off her impressive wrestling talent to the Tension crowd.

However, Daisuke was not going to let this rookie wrestler show him off, he wrapped his own arms around her neck and shoved her face against his pecs, squeezing her out against him as they battled it out in their submission moves.

"Y-you should have lost in the gym Kara....you should have given up, Now you're going to give up infront of everyone...Mnggh....GIVE UP"he roared as she released her bearhug and tried to get his arms off her head but he didn't budge, instead his legs shot up and wrapped them around Kara's waist for a body scissor and front sleeper combo, soon Kara wrapped her arm around his waist to lock him in the bearhug again as the two began squeezing each other's toned frames.

Kara’s attempts to pry Daisuke off of her head proves pointless, and as she starts to realize just gave her opponent a chance to put her in a worse position. She feels Daisuke’s legs wrap around her waist, trying to squeeze her toned body into paste. She wraps her arms around Daisuke, pressing his body against hers to keep on the pressure. But she can feel herself losing out in this struggle. Not to mention having her breasts squashed against Daisuke’s lower chest for all this time wasn’t the most pleasant sensation in the world.

‘I’ve got to get out of this,’ she thinks to herself. And she would have tried to look around to see where she is in the ring. If Daisuke’s arms weren’t wrapped around her head effectively blinding her. ‘I’m pretty sure the corner was this way.’

“You first!” Kara says, though with her face buried in Daisuke’s chest she isn’t sure if he hears anything other than vibrations.

Kara will try to guess where the corner post is and run towards it. Trying to ram Daisuke’s back into the corner post and get him off of her.

Daisuke stuck to her, his body pressing into her tightly as his arms and legs were wrapped around her head and waist, tightly hugging her like a koala but with the intention to hurt the beautiful lady. Daisuke gritted his teeth and squeezed even tighter as their sweaty frames pressed tight together, with Kara going back into her original tactic to apply the bearhug and engage in a squeeze battle against the prince.

His arm's were around her but she had space to wiggle her head free and get some vision of her surroundings, she held onto his toned frame before picking up speed. "Mngh what are you? OWWWWW" he moaned out loudly when she ran towards one part of the ring, slamming his back into the corner post to make him release his legs off her waist and stand on his feet, while leaning in the corner. He was left short of breath a bit, his arms were still around her head but not squeezing so much anymore.

When Daisuke’s back crashes into the corner post it takes Kara as much by surprise as Daisuke. The hit knocks some of the air out of her as the impact passes through Daisuke and into her chest. But though it got Daisuke’s legs off she’s still stuck in Daisuke’s chest. She tries to pull free, but Daisuke’s grip isn’t broken, and she gasps trying to get air. She reaches her hands back to Daisuke’s hands trying to pry them apart but her fingers helplessly tug at Daisuke’s grip.

“Let go,” Kara says into Daisuke’s chest, panic frustration mixed with panic setting in.

Giving up on breaking the grip, Kara grabs the ropes on either side of her and pulls her right leg back.

“Get off!” she screams as she pull back her leg.

If given the chance Kara will try to drive her knee into Daisuke’s stomach to drive the wind out of him and break his grip. If that fails she will go back to trying to pull his grip apart, more panicked this time.

Kara once again proved her strength to Daisuke as she held onto his weight and carried him forward, driving his back into one of the corner post to really smack his back into it and force him to release his legs from her waist, she leaned into him now as he was in the corner, but the impact hurt her a bit as well, leaving both of them out of breath and panting. However Daisuke still had his arms around her neck as he squeezed her out, much to the frustration of Kara who muffled against his sweaty chest, frustrated at the prince still had a grip of her.

"Give up Kara....accept that I am the better wrestler" he growled as he heard her muffle against his chest to let go, which he would refuse to do until she reeled up her leg and smacked her knee up into his defined abs. "OOUFFFFFF" he groaned out loudly forced to let her head go, his grip broken he leaned into her now, catching his breath now as the two rivals wrestled on. " *huff*huff*....ugh damn you Kara....why...why wont you lose" he growled in frustration, whispering to her in their private conversation in the ring, so that the crowd don't hear them.

When her knee lodges into Daisuke’s abdomen she feels Daisuke’s grip weaken, and she immediately pulls free. With a grateful gasp Kara refills her lungs, and coughing when she tries to get air too quickly. She backs away, expecting Daisuke to try and keep on her. But to her happy surprise he doesn’t, maybe that knee did more damage than she thought it would.

‘Through it all he’s still talking shit,’ Kara thinks to herself.

Kara takes a long moment to catch her breath. With a smile she simply says “Because you’re not the better wrestler,” she says, not quite as sarcastically as before and not as quietly as Daisuke. She stops in the center of the ring, widening her stance and readying herself. She decides to give herself a little break, and let Daisuke come at her for a change.

With Kara growing in confidence and skill, Daisuke was kept more and more frustrated as she manage to smack his abs with her knee to wind him out and that was enough for her to pull out of his front headlock, she moved away from him and backed up the middle of the ring, catching her own breath and allowing the prince to do the same.

Daisuke gritted his teeth at her when she talked smack, he massaged his abs before straightening up as he walked towards her, in a neutral stance- as if not to fight her. "Is that so?" he chuckled, moving close to her, face to face. He leaned into her, his lips against her eat as his hands went around her waist, hugging her as if. However, he did it so the camera don't catch what he said not could anyone hear it. "Listen, you think you're tough but you're not. You really believe Im not the better wrestler here? How about we up the stakes....loser kisses the winners feat and admits the winner is the better wrestler, I refuse to be humbled by a rookie wrestler" he whispered in her ear to up the intensity of the match by throwing in a surprise challenge known only to her

Kara braces herself for Daisuke to come to her. Sure enough he starts walking… wait walking? Yes he starts walking towards her, as if they weren’t trying to kick the shit out of one another a moment ago. The next thing she knows he’s hugging her like they’re friends or some shit.

Even stranger is when he starts giving her a new challenge by whispering it into her ear. She stares at him for a moment in surprise, trying to figure out if she should be fighting or waste more time talking smack. Well…

“Feet kissing? Look ‘prince’ what you do on your own time isn’t my place to judge,” Kara taunts. “On the other hand I don’t mind a shoe shiner, you’d probably be pretty good at that.”

As she’s talking she puts her hands to Daisuke’s chest and tries to push him away.

“Now are we going to fight or do you want to hug it out all night?”