It's hot in here!

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Normally, you wouldn't see the wrestling prince 'Daisuke Takeuchi' himself loitering about in the AFW gym or the Tension facilities. However today he was rather in a very good move- a good mood according to his own arrogant and self centered behavior. Today wasnt about going in the Tension arena and putting up a show for the crowd and to dazzle them with his excellent in ring ability, killer goodlucks and in-ring charisma. However, that didnt mean the tension star had an off day either. The Tension officials noticed Daisuke didnt do many special matches and decided to book him in a very special, steamy, HOT sauna wrestling match. That would be great for the ratings with a steamy section that would display his divine body.

Another opportunity came way towards Lily Belle, the Friction manager who occasionally had a taste for wrestling was somehow caught in the midst of this and was scheduled for one on one action with Daisuke, in the sauna wrestling room!! The wrestling prince didnt know much about the Friction gal, just that she was mainly a manager and rarely a wrestler. This ticked him off a bit, he was assuming that she wouldnt be much of a challenge to him as the rest of the females in the AFW girl- recently which he found out by having a match against Abbey.

The wrestling prince was in his own locker room as he took a long cold shower to freshen up before the match, before slipping into his CK wrestling briefs while choosing to be barefoot. The prince grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist before putting on a pair of wooden flip flops. "I cant believe they talked me into this, ME- wrestle some lowly Friction girl in a sauna wrestling room- with her disgusting sweat all over me. Hmph, oh well. They are the boss, lets get this over with" he snarled to himself in the mirror while flexing his body.

After exiting the locker room he made his way backstage and went over towards the designated room. Outside the room it was labeled "Sauna wrestling room" and there was a referee girl standing outside. "Hey Daisuke, right on time for the match. We just have to wait for your opponent to show up so we can get ready. Now remember, remove your shoes and towel before going in- one on one, submission or KO". Daisuke shrugged and rolled his eyes at her "Yeah, I KNOW that"he said while snickering at the referee girl.

Lily stepped out of the locker room wrapped in a fluffy white towel. The sound of her pink flip flops resounded through the hall as she padded her way towards the sauna-ring. In her dark eyes was a mixture of apprehension and confusion. Why, exactly, had the producers thought this was a good idea? She wasn't really a wrestler, just a manager. Sure, she used to wrestle, but stopped because she wasn't particularly good at it. They weren't going to get any hot hentai action out of sending her to certain doom; this wasn't that kind of match. Someone upstairs must be annoyed with her or something and set this up as some kind of petty revenge. Or maybe they're just trying to find ways to pad this guys numbers. She shook her head with a sardonic laugh, from a production stand-point this was likely just a set up for some bigger match. Yeah, build the guy up with a few jobbers just before a title challenge or some other climactic ploy. Classic.

Arriving at the ref-girl Lily smiled a nervous 'hello'. At the official's behest she slipped her feet out of her flip flops and kicked them to one side unceremoniously. Next removing her towel she revealed a fairly conservative two piece outfit consisting of lycra shorts and a sports bra. Sure, she could have gone for something skimpier, but she wasn't exactly trying to build up her own brand here. A playful smirk spread across her pink lips as she looked over her opponent. "Well, I guess this wont be all bad then."

Daisuke was getting a bit impatient as he tapped his foot and looked around in different direction. "SO, where exactly IS my opponent anyways? I hate waiting...." just as he was about to finish his sentence, he heard the voice of someone walking towards them. "Hmm?" he said as he turned around to see that petite,cute, tomboyish girl in her fluffy towel standing next to him.

He tried not to burst into laughter, THIS was Lilly Belle? his opponent?. Now he was starting to understand that perhaps they just wanted to give the crowd the old classic jobber beatdown session- or was there more than meets the eye about this girl?.

She unwrapped her towel and kicked off her flip-flops to reveal her outfit, she was looking stunning in her sports bra and lycra gym shorts. However the wrestling prince tried to hide any evidence that showed him being flustered at that sight. Daisuke followed suit as he unwrapped the towel to show off his body, clad in his CK wrestling brief.

He raised his eyebrow, curious on what she meant by that "What do you mean by that?I hope you know what you're doing in the ring- otherwise I'll just be all over you" he tried to intimidate her as the referee opened the door. "Okay you two, get in there- have a clean match."

Daisuke was first to enter the room, the room was very spacious with steam flowing from all four corners of the ring, and in the middle of the room was a ring. "Damnit" he cursed under his own breath, wiping off the sweat from his forehead as he was already feeling the heat.

The referee would proceed to close the door after Lilly entered the room as well.

As the Prince unwrapped the gift that was his body Lily made no effort to hide her wandering eyes. With a soft, musical laughter she followed Daisuke into the room. "Promises, promises." In spite of her imminent ass kicking the girl projected an air of relaxation, almost playfulness that showed in both her voice and body language. Upon entering the room Lily drew in a deep breath that filled her lungs and swelled her chest, and after holding it for a moment released the air in a steamy sigh.

With the door secured behind them she strolled leisurely towards the ring as if she hadn't a care in the world. Her job here was simple and clear, which is not to say easy. This sport, competitive as it may be, was equally about entertainment and that was the part of the business she knew well. Regardless of the outcome she was going to put on a good show; even if that means losing in glorious fashion. Without a flourish she climbed into the ring, her pale cheeks already beginning to flush and a thin veneer of sweat causing her to glisten. "Don't keep me waiting, princess."

Daisuke kept thinking to himself. This girl is cheery, waayyyy too cheery for someone who was about to get an ass kicking from none other than the wrestling prince himself. He raised his eyebrow as he watched her skip into the room and quickly enter the ring in a more carefree manner as she waited for her prince.

Perhaps she has accepted whats coming to her and just wants to get it over with. "P-princess? Grrr, that's wrestling PRINCE you tomboy" he snarled back at her before entering in the ring, standing across her. Daisuke took up a wrestlers crouch position as he began to near his opponent "I hope, at the very least you took a pre match shower" he attempt a taunt to get her off guard before trying to lunge in at Lilly, his arms going for her head as he attempted to wrap his arm around the side of her head and press her cheek against his pecs in a classic side headlock.

The prince's hypothesis regarding Lily's relaxed attitude was only partially accurate. It was not so much that she had resigned herself to a loss, but rather that she was a consummate entertainer and victory was a mere afterthought. Win or lose she would earn her bread with circus and the elation of the crowd. A smirk played across her soft, pink lips as her opponent hastily corrected her mishandling of his title followed by a caustic volley of his own.

"Shower? Of course. I've always loved getting myself wet just before a match." She knew this was a relatively clean match, however innuendo was her first language in the grand tradition of Mae West. And with that the match began in earnest. Her sweaty prince coiled one of his arms about her head like a python, gripping it to his chest in an attempt to take early control of his opponent. Simple and classic. The warmth of Daisuke's body and the slight restriction to her air supply made the heat of the sauna all the more extreme causing the woman's face to flush a brighter shade of red.

Having to great desire to let herself be tossed about this early in the match Lily snaked a slender arm up over her prince's shoulder to settle the back of her hand beneath his sculpted chin. Positioning one of her legs behind his she levered back with her hand, pushing up on his chin to drive back his head and force him to trip over her leg. It was a classic sweep-escape and would likely send both of them down to the mat, but she liked it down there anyway.

The girl certainly was prepared to counter any taunt Daisuke could come up with, she was probably an expert in exchanging some spicy banter. Her little comment, while seemingly harmless, had some innuendo behind it which caused the prince to be startled a bit. "W-wait, w-what?" he said, shaking his head for a moment to ignore the true meaning behind her words.

It wasnt long until he brought the offensive on, lunging in towards the tomboy manager as he wrapped his strong arms around her head and pressed her against his chest while working up his side headlock. His body was warm and glistening in sweat as he tried to keep her in place while pouring on the pressure in the headlock. She didnt seem to be offering much resistance at first but her leg sneaking behind his own leg was ignored by Daisuke.

The back of her hand pressed against his chin as she pushed up, trying to gain some leverage here. "Ngh, get your filthy hands off me" he snarled as his body was arched back a bit, that was enough for him to trip over her leg as Daisuke went down on his back, taking Lily down with him. *THUD*

"Ooouuffff" he groaned as the two were now down on their back, his headlock was still locked on but was now considerably loosened up.

Lily was not large, nor powerful, nor was she particularly quick; she did, however, have good fundamentals. This was a lesson she was trying desperately to teach to Lamya and Alexis, although with mixed results. She flopped backwards partially onto the mat and partially on to her opponent who still hugged her head to his chest in what now more resembled cuddling than wrestling. She had so far been successful in preventing him from getting any use out of this hold, and now to turn things around a little!

Their bodies slick and glistening with sweat which Lily intended to put to her advantage. Once more hooking a bare foot around one of Daisuke's legs she used him for leverage to twist her body hoping to slide out of his hold and up into a full mount, straddling one of her prince's hips. "Awwh, but I thought getting my hands on you was the idea!" The words came out in rosy cheeked huffs as she caught her breath from her perch atop her opponent.

As a manager, she knew some of the standard techniques in the ring and she put that in-ring presence on display when she smartly tripped Daisuke on her trailing leg, causing both wrestlers to go down on their backs in the middle of the steamy ring. A small grunt left the wrestling prince mouth as the two were still close to each other, with Lilly cuddling up against Daisuke as he tried to tighten his headlock again.

However this time Lily was a little quick to react- that and the sweat from her neck made it easier for her to slip away from the wrestling princes grasp until she hooked her leg around his waist to straddle his hip and mount him. "Ngh- damn tomboy perv" he snarled at her while wriggling under her. "Get off your prince" he commanded as his hands tried to grab at her legs as he tried to jerk her off him. The heat and sweat already taking its toll on the wrestling prince as he was huffing and puffing already.

Lily was rather enjoying this match thus far. The prince seemed somewhat outraged by her lascivious nature, and that suited her just fine. As the man beneath her wriggled in an attempt to unbalance her she would roll her hips this way and that to keep her half-mount position, at least for a little while longer. Sweaty hands grabbed at her equally sweaty legs as her prince tried to pull her off of him completely. Teetering she laughed a lewd gypsy laugh, "Now now, no getting off allowed."

Partially unbalanced she would direct her fall forwards, tumbling off of her prince to land beside him trying to trap one of his arms beneath her body. Her face was flushed with the heat and the effort of the match as she panted huskily and hurried to turn onto her side to assume at least something of a defensive posture. The last thing she wanted was to let him get an advantageous position on her... or was it?