The unpaid Price

The prince was sure that he had her, there was no escaping his full nelson until the clever blonde kicked the back of her heel against his knee cap, making him limp a bit and let go. She wasn't out of words, still continuing to infuriate him with her taunts "Ha-Ha" he laughed with a sarcastic tone before following up as he took a step towards Tessa.

"That would be actually funny if you didn't look so pathetic, look at you! You can hardly defend yourself let alone wrestle a real pro like me" he said tapping and slapping the side of her head to embarrass her and bully her around before grabbing her by the arm and trying to whip her across towards the ring ropes

He could just not let it go, he had to add something embarrassing for her. She was so fed up from fighting at this place, fighting the guy and his tower high ego that she could not find words for him. Instead, she would focus on shutting him up by wrestling instead.

Her weapon of choice would be a reverse springboard elbow from the second rope! Of course this would mean that if she landed it at the jaw or somewhere crucial, she had a knockout chance. And if not, she would probably fall on the neck that had been hurt recently.

There was silence now, perhaps Tessa realized she wasn't getting through to the prince. After toying with her he whipped her across the ring to one set of the ropes, waiting in the middle of the ring for her to bounce off the ropes and sprint back to him where he would finish this silly little spar.

However, she acrobatically sprung off the ropes and leaped up, shifting her body position as she struck him with a springboard elbow strike to his jawline! "OUFFFF" he cried out as he was taken down on his back.

So she had landed a hit where it hopefully hurt the prince of wrestling the most and the place he probably used most often too, his mouth. Rolling over with a groan, she would lay an arm on his breast for a pin, ignoring the burning pain in her ankle and basically everywhere else too.

He probably would run his mouth how this and that had been unfair and how he was superior and his usual bravado number, but Tessa did not really plan to be around anymore when he would run his mouth. He WAS a pretty good wrestler though, his old school wrestling style was hard to battle against in a world of flip flop movers simply because it was uncommon, but of course she would never tell him that.

Their rivalry had turn more intense in their gym match than in their in-ring bout with both wrestlers absolutely giving it their all! In the ring and in terms of trash talk!. After whipping her in to the ropes she sprang back and leaped up to hit the prince hard with a elbow strike to knock him back down on his back, really taking the fight out of him.

His body glistening in sweat with his arms and legs spread as he moaned in pain, really feeling dazed after being struck like that. He felt her arm drape over his chest as it heaved up and down. Both wrestlers were exhausted and drenched in sweat, with Tessa going in for the final pin!

Did she now actually have to count? Tessa was not sure, she did not be sure if Daisuke would even acknowledge it, but who would care? She would care, and she would know. And he would also know, although she was not sure if it could really faze him in his illusions of grandeur he had so generously showered her with basically the whole time she had known him.

A pretty sad thing to be honest, but she was determined to let him just rot in his own juices after this. But something said her that this guy was just like the Ruhr sickness. Not too dangerous for a healthy man to die from, but still hard to extinguish.
“...One...”

The truth is, even Daisuke recognised that Tessa was a good wrestler but his pride would never let him admit that- not after what was said and done between the two. His chest rose up and down as he took in deep heavy breathes, his body drenched in sweat as he flicked his eyes fast due to the ring lights shining down o his body and eyes.

He heard one and he simply let out a small groan, still down on his back with his opponents arm over his chest for a pinfall.

"Two!"

And THREE! At least that was what was going through the mind of the Blonde when the referee who happened to be herself counted to three. Despite her deep wish to just remain lying there, she just wanted to bring some distance between herself and the guy.

“Bye bye...Mr. Prince Guy.”
She uttered silently before rolling away from the pin, shaking her head to let some webs disappear from her sight and her mind all at once. Getting on her knees and crawling off slowly until she would reach a doorpost to slowly rise to her feet, fighting the urge to collapse right here and now but instead stumbling to her belongings to leave the proverbial Dodge that was the Tension locker room.