Erin Suzuki vs. Valentina Cousins

Sauna swimsuit match
Single Fall, pinfall or submission to win


It had been a while since Erin Suzuki had seen competition, her previous record didn't make for good reading either. She was on something of a losing streak and embarrassingly enough her last three matches and one spar had all ended up with her passing out in one way or the other at the hands of her opponent. She really hoped she could turn things around now after having the long break, but it wouldn't be easy... It was a sauna match that lay ahead of her and she knew first hand just how hot and exhausting them matches tended to get. Then again sauna matches and wet matches were becoming something of a specialty of hers now.

Erin opened the door to the sauna room and was immediately assaulted by a large waft of moist hot fog. She breathed in sharply, wanting to take a step back immediately, but quickly stopped and composed herself... As she entered the room she could feel the air condensing against her skin, her dark blue school swimsuit taking on a slight sheen with the excess moisture. The room was big enough to fit a full size ring in it and still have enough space for some wrestling to take place outside the ring if the action should happen to spill out through the ropes. There was camera's set up around the room, sending a live feed straight to the big screen in AFWs main arena where most of the audience were watching. A few lucky individuals that had VIP tickets had specials seats just outside the sauna where there was a large viewing window taking up pretty much the whole of one wall.

In the arena and sauna simultaneously the drowned out beginning of Mysterious Times by SASH! started to echo from speaker to speaker, the crowd immediately recognized Erin's theme and cheered for the return of one of their old favourite kawaiis.

Erin waved her hand in front of her face to try and clear away some of the fog as she walked up to the ring and slip in under the bottom ropes, climbing to her feet close to one of the corner and bouncing up and down on her toes... As if she needed to warm up in this ridiculous heat!

Valentina was grumpier than her usual self today. After her two first contenders in the league had turned out to be some kind of weirdos, now she had done her research and found herself that, apparently, they were pitting her against a girl on a loss streak. She couldn´t shake the feeling that someone here wasn´t taking her quite seriously.

If her memory had been less selective, she might have realised that overestimating herself or underestimating her rivals was an habit that hadn´t quite gone away, and put her through no small amount of pain. But that was a thought for calm, rational times, and this was no such time.

Moreover, she did positively hate saunas. Her long hair stuck to her back like it was plastered there, and made it even hotter and wetter. It was hard to breathe and she felt sticky. Sure, the match-up was better than the other chances, but that didn´t mean she had to enjoy being in that wet hole.

The initial riff from her song rolled in. Valentina felt appropiately compelled by Ryoko´s angry voice, and so opened the door to the room unceremoniously. For this occasion she had directly put her navy blue swimsuit. There was no point on doning her usual white hoodie in this goddamned heat.  As expected, the heat hit her as soon as she took a breath, making the inside of her nose and mouth dry up and felt uncomfortable with each breath. Worse yet, as soon as she gave two steps, humidity kicked in, and the sticky air clung to her like a wet blanket. She could already feel the beads or sweat starting to form over all her body, and she knew all of the cloth over her would be clinging to her before five minutes.

The public received her as one would expect of someone who had made a point of dissing them and taking jabs at both them and their country. A solid wall of boos, made probably even more evident by the fact they seemed to like her rival a lot, started droning as soon as she went in. Not in the mood to do her usual parade of nonchalantly teasing and drawing attention, the american girl limited herself to raising both arms and giving everyone in sight a nice view of both her middle fingers, turning them around in circles so everyone could get a nice birdflip to take home.

Going into the ring under the lower rope, the white-haired girl examined her rival from head to toe, wiped irritatedly the sweat from her brow and adressed her in a grumpy voice.

So I see you´re a regular of wet stuff, eh? Well, girl, next time you want to get wet with me, let´s just skip all this mother-f**** heat and all the wankos outside, and I´ll show you how to get wet in the good sense, providing you ask nicely. Ah, but of course. Maybe you wouldn´t want to without all those twentysomething virgins peeping at those goods of you, eh? Feh. Whatever. Let´s get down to the fighting. Or more like, the part where I fight and you just get pummeled to the ground like a good girl so we can all go home and be happy, or at least I can be happy and you can be semi-conscious".

Erin looped one arm over the ropes and rested back in against one corner as her music died down and another theme started up, one that sounded a lot less calming then her own tune... Moments later, Valentina burst in flipping the bird to the cameras and the VIP viewing window as the Japanese girl inside the ring stretched her arms across her small chest.

Finally Valentina climbed into the ring, she was pretty cute... But that attitude of hers was distinctly unattractive as Erin was soon to find out from the insinuations and insults the girl started to throw around without much in the way of provocation on Erin's part.

Erin stopped stretching and put her arms behind the small of her back, her body slightly arched forwards with her small bust straining slightly against the front of her tight school swimsuit

"What are you so angry about?" Erin queried rather straight forwardly, rather than rising to Valentina's smack talk "Didn't you want this match up..?"

Valentina shrugged as a response, not seeming particularly fazed by the question. She had other people ask her at times, and she wasn´t above asking it to herself either.

Oh, nothing in particular, see. Some high and mighty wrestling divas hin and yon in need of some serious talking down, some otaku nerds coming here just to see the old butts and boobies whie we bust our backs working our dreams, the global warmth increase, fluctuations in the Brent barrel, this sauna being way too hot and sticky... the normal stuff that makes a cute girl angry. World´s all messed up, and being angry gets more done than being sad, or afraid or whatever. It´s just who I am. I came into existence geared to kick butt and chew pocky, and I´m all out of pocky, so I´ll just chew your butt instead. Nothing personal, sister.

With that, Valentina cracked her knuckles and stood, shoulders slightly slumped, ready to jump in or react if she made a move for her.

Any last words, sugarcube?

Erin wrinkled her nose cutely, Valentina's reasoning made little sense in her mind.

"Ever tried being... happy? ...or at least buying some more pocky?" Regardless of Valentina's straightforward verbally aggressive attitude, Erin didn't feel like engaging.

"Just cause we are about to fight doesn't mean we have to smack talk and hurl obnoxious insults. A match without all of that can actually be quite refreshing... For Example..." Erin took her hands from behind her back, holding them in front of her as she gave Valentina a very short bow.

"Pleased to meet you Valentina, I hope we have a good match."

For once, Valentina was left speechless. Of course, she was accustomed to the old goody-two-shoes front that a lot of kawaiis presented, all about innocence, playfulness and all that shit they put out for a show, even if then they could be as brutal as anyone else on the practice mat. But the remark about being happy stung.

She had never considered herself unhappy. She loved wrestling. She was thankful every day for being able to do what she was doing. True, she was an angry person and true, she still had a burning desire to get back at the girls that had humiliated her during her fatidical entry on the boot camp.  She had grown determined to prove her point by humiliating back all of them, by any means possible...

Still...

People like Erin was that she disliked, precisely. Her unflinching kindness was that reminded her that probably, not everyone deserved payback. Made her confront the fact that, deep down, she knew that she´d brought all that burden she carried on herself, and Tina wasn´t mature, or honest enough, to accept that just yet.

Oh, I am happy. I am happy when I win. I am happy when I beat someone and make it known that my truth, and my way is better. That is what makes me happy. I don´t care about being good when I can be right, and might makes right. I have less misguided preferences than y'all cute goody two shoes, is all.

But fine, if that´s going to get you to fight already, I am Valentina. Nice to beat you, I mean, meet you.  I hope we can be good pals and rub us all over whil we are sweaty and stuff. Now can we get to the part with less talking and more punching?

Although her tone was mocking as ever, if one listened intently, one could have perceived a slightly different tone from the aggresive banter before. A more doubtful quality, a bit less psuhiness. Like there was a gap between her real feeling and her words that she had to mentally bridge before speaking. had Erin hit a tender spot, after all?

It seemed that that was about as good as she was going to get from Valentina... Well at least when they were down to wrestling there wouldn't be an awful lot of time for chit chat anyway and Erin could already feel a sheen of perspiration building up on her skin just while they talked, so it was probably best to get down to business.

The ref girl slipped into the ring wearing a black and white striped bikini to limit the heat build up in her body, she made sure the two kawaiis were ready to start before calling for the bell.

*DING*

Erin moved down into a wrestling stance and then stalked towards Valentina slowly at first, when she got into range however the Japanese kawaii lunged forwards into action. The purple hair girl tried to grab onto Valentina's shoulders and immediately started pushing backwards in a grapple lockup, intending to bustle Valentina back towards the turnbuckles behind her if she was allowed.

Valentina crouched her shoulders again, getting ready for the grab. The first beads of sweat were already forming in her brow, and all her scalp under the copious amount of her felt very hot. Other... crevices of her anatomy were starting to feel prickly, and she had to keep herself from reaching to rub or wipe them. She was going to be sweating pinballs before long, and she knew it.

When the bell rang, Valentina crouched lower and started off as she usually did, circling the other girl, placing her hands so as to slap her opponent´s if it looked like they could get a good grab, and generally trying too lure her into breaking the tie and move in, to see which kind of attack she would make.

She didn´t have to wait long. As she moved in range, Erin leaped and she felt two strong hands girpping her shoulders and pushing her back, towards the turnbluckles. Tina quickly slid her hands outside Erin´s, grabbing close to the inside of the japanese girl´s elbows. She couldn´t perform many techniques from this position, since the grab wasn´t a good one, but she would limit a lof the strength that she could put in her own hold.

Not judging herself to be in serious danger yet, Valentina allowed herself to yield, letting Erin push her back towards the turnbuckles. In any case, she wasn´t sure she could break out of her grip through strength alone, so for now she´ll let her lead. In this heat, the leading girl was bond to get tired far more quickly.

Erin was able to guide Valentina all the way back to the corner... As the white haired girl's back pressed against the turnbuckle pads, Erin leaned in until her small breasts kissed against Valentina's through their tight swimsuits. She wanted to let her own weight sandwich Valentina into the corner rather than having to push through her arms.

Erin's head slipped in close over Valentina's shoulder, her warm wispy breath blowing against the side of the other girl's neck and close enough to Valentina's ear that she could hear the gentle rhythm. Holds and situations like this ensured that they conserved body heat and both wore out quicker, not that Erin particularly wanted to increase the heat between them, but the way that she wrestled tended to be quite up-close and personal.

Erin stayed there only for a couple of moment though, eventually pulling back far enough so that she could lift her thigh and twist her hips 90 degrees to one side at the same time. Erin rammed the out side of her raised thigh right up into Valentina's belly, leaning back in with her small weight at the same time

Valentina let herself be led against the turnbuckle. At the moment when her back connected with the rough, padded cloth, she leaned against them while her right leg snaked between Erin´s, her calf coming up against hers and locking the leg in place. She opened her other leg, slightly leaning against the ropes, so she could half-crouch, half-sit. That position would allow her to rest comfortably, distributing her weight and "sinking" into the pads, while the leg pressed against her right calf would ensure that Erin would have to dislodge it first if she was to push back, giving Valentina a hint in case she intended to pull back to come with a body slam or try to irish whip or arm drag her.

Instead, she pressed on, squeezing her against the turnbuckle. Valentina grunted as she felt the pressure. It was uncomfortable, and it made her sweat even more profusely. Her rival´s skin and clothes were quite moist now as well, and she felt them sticking together, belly and chest squishing against each other. It was hot and uncomfortable, and Valentina started to pant in order to keep her breathing more regular. She was far from concerned- the pressure was merely uncomfortable, not painful.

And then she felt her move. She tried to tighten her holds with leg and arms to pull her close, but her skin was covered in perspiration, and that along with the surprise made her limbs slip, preventing her from getting a good grab. By the time she through about trying to correct it, something heavy slammed into her belly.

Ugh!- she grunted, a sound more in surprise than in pain. The movement didn´t have enough amplitude to have been truly damaging, but it surprised her, making Tina relinquish what little traction she had in her grab, while her abdominal muscles contracted and her body crouched instinctively to protect her exposed midsection from another blow...