Hell's Angel (For Berial)

Today was a very special day for Daisuke. He was finally going to get a chance to wrestle a former Wrestle Angel. Whilst he always figured his first match in AFW would be against the most famous of Wrestle Angel's i.e. Mighty Yukiko but his run-in with Chizuru Nagahara backstage had led to a funny conversation which ultimately led to this wrestling match that they had agreed upon. Now, in truth Daisuke had never been a fan of the Wrestle Angel promotion and he figured this was a chance to prove Chizuru wrong, that the entire Angel's were a bunch of overhyped wrestlers.

The wrestling prince would make his way into the locker room, having remembered the bit about 'personal hygiene' he talked with her. He did agree with that one with her and in this type of wrestling contest it was doubly important to have a nice cold shower before they would step in the heat of the sauna. With that in mind, Daisuke placed his gym bag on the bench and stripped off his clothes. Before he made his way into the shower, he would pick up his cell phone to text his opponent. "Last chance to back-out Chizuru-san. Once we are inside I'm afraid there's no backing out " he type up the message before sending it.

Without waiting for the response, Daisuke would make his way into the shower to take a nice, long, relaxing shower to cleanse himself up. Once he was done, he stepped outside to dry himself off and apply some deodorant under his armpit and chest before putting on a pair of CK wrestling briefs. He grabbed his towel and placed it on his shoulder before putting on a pair of flip-flops, he would check his phone for a response before heading towards the designated sauna wrestling room where they had agreed to meet.

Daisuke:

Upon arriving their first, he wouldn't make his way inside the room just yet. He figured he would rather wait outside for her, have a little bit of meet and greet with her before they step inside the heated sauna room. "Tch, don't tell me she's running late" he said rolling his eyes.

Well. This was, like, totally the last thing Chizuru expected to happen sometime this week.

The German Suplex Girl was actually feeling pretty cheery ever since her return match. She may have lost the fight, but gained a real friend out of Blade Uehara of all people. The two of them had barely spoken two words together outside of company luncheons and mandatory PR meets back in their Wrestle Angel days. Now, it looked like the two of them were going to be roommates. Yay! In a double bedroom apartment. Double yay!

It was still taking a little time to figure out the lease and where she was going to find room for all of her stuffed animals, but it wouldn’t be much longer now. In the meantime, she’d been squeezing in whatever training she could manage before her next match was decided. Only that day turned out to be way sooner than she’d expected.

One wrestling prince from Tension was making a rare appearance in the Friction halls on the same day of her cricut. He was well known in Kyoto, an accomplished wrestler with plenty of big names he could count among his list of past competitors. That probably would have been better for Chizuru to know about before she asked him where the bathrooms were, mistaking him for a good-looking someone from the backstage crew. The “faceless”, she thinks Beauty used to call them.

Anywho, that was how Chizuru Nagahara found herself in the Tension locker room, making sure her bikini was nice and snug and ready to step into the sauna. Insults were hurled, words were said that couldn’t be taken back, and frankly, the German Suplex Savant was perfectly fine with how things turned out in retrospect. She loved wrestling, and while fighting out of spite was never her thing, she couldn’t deny how eager she was to fight in Tension. Uncharted territory, somewhere even Wrestle Angels rarely ventured. She wondered if there was anyone that had heard and was cheering her on back in Tokyo.

Her phone vibrated loudly on the bench beside her bag. She fitted on the last strap to her bikini and glanced at the phone. Oh, lookie that. A text from you know who. Chizuru’s face turned sour. With puffy cheeks she readied her thumbs.

“Yeah, right! Like I would ever back away from this! You are SO gonna eat those words, Dasher! No one makes fun of the Wrestle Angels! >:[ Pouty face!”

“Yeah, that’ll scare ‘em.” Chizuru tossed the phone into her bag and stowed it away into her locker. Stretching her hands out in front of her, she walked right out towards the sauna room with a determined gaze and a wide-brimmed smile.

Chizuru Nagahara:

The door to the sauna swung open only a few moments after. Chizuru stepped into the humid room, only taking a moment to admire how nice the hardwood felt against her feet and how spacious the room seemed before her eyes found her dark-haired opponent almost immediately. She stepped forward with her hands on her hips, making the best badass face she could without her bathroom mirror. “You ready to see what real wrestling looks like, Daikon?”

Hey, not bad!

Just before leaving the locker room himself, he noticed his phone buzzing. He knew who it probably was and was expecting a tough talk text from her. With a heavy sigh he turned back and moved towards his gym bag and dug out his phone and began to read the text. Reading the text made his left eye twitch in anger, not only it was one of her lame tough girl texts BUT yet again she got his name wrong.

The prince wasn't sure whether this was on purpose or whether the ditsy German Suplex girl was just bad at remembering names. He chose not to respond to her text and would instead head his way towards the sauna wrestling room front door. Making his way into the room first, he felt the humid conditions tingle his skin and a light sheen of sweat already coated his skin.

Daisuke began to stretch out and limber up and didn't take long for the bikini clad brunette to arrive as well. She shut the door behind her and now it was just those two trapped in the sauna wrestling room. She did her best to look tough, walking to the prince and placing her hand on her hips. Daisuke finally was going to take her seriously until....she got his name wrong again?!

His eye twitched again, "W-whaaa?! Tch w-wait, wait wait wait" he said shaking his head at her. "We aren't doing this until you get my name right. Say it with me, its Daisuke! Dai-suke....Daisuke" he would say.

“Uuuuuuuuuuhhh…”

Alright. Chizuru thought she had this whole tough girl routine down, but apparently there was more to it than solid one-liners. You wouldn’t know that from solely watching replays of Blade’s old matches and backstage spots. Somewhere between their last match and getting her name on the lease, she’d spent the better part of the night digging deeper into her future roommate’s highlight reel than was probably healthy for her. And the same thing could be said about the hour-long rehearsal in front of the mirror now that she thought about it.

The cracks in her facade could be seen when Daisuke suddenly got all twisted about something that Chizu didn’t even register. Her eyes went a tad larger as she looked at the prince straight on, slightly bewildered by what he was getting at. His name? What was the big deal about his name? Did she forget the honorifics? She used to do that a lot in middle school. Her face appeared overcome with genuine bewilderment as she stood there looking up at the taller man with a pair of puffed lips and the sound of gears turning in her mind, all before a revelation brightened her expression. The next moment, a sly grin grew across her face.

“Oooooooh!” She pointed at him with a click of her fingers. “I see what you’re doing! Trying to change the subject on me, huh Despacito?”

Suddenly the German girl leaped back and settled into her usual posture. Arms forward, hands raised, ducked low; the German Suplex girl looked primed for action and exuding an unusual confidence. She must have been quite proud of herself for deducing that little strategy of his. Poised and ready for action, she almost felt stupid for nearly getting duped like that again.

“Well it’s too late to try and worm your way out of this one! You’re about to be taught a lesson, Nagahara Style!”

Could she put that on a shirt? Someone would probably put that on a shirt.

Things were already starting to heat up, thanks to the sauna steam flowing inside the room. Their bodies shimmered due to the light sheen of sweat coating their bodies. Daisuke would refuse to start the match until his opponent would acknowledge his correct name. That or if she would simply refer to him as the wrestling prince. However, the more innocent former Wrestle Angle would stand there bewildered by what seemed to be bothering Daisuke.

Until that is, she seemingly figured out his 'master plan' which was to distract her with his idle chatter and change the subject which was- the wrestling match itself. Once again, Daisuke's jaw dropped when she referred to him as Despacito.

"R-really? That's a name of a song isn't it? Isn't it?" he said with his eyebrow raised. "Tch, you know what? Just forget it...lets just wrestle" he said in an annoyed tone and rolled his eyes at her. Daisuke would then raise his arms up too, ducking low whilst circling Chizuru. Once Daisuke felt he was close enough, he would lunge at her to grapple up with her in an up-close and personal clinch, trying to force her back against the wooden wall.

Score one for Detective Chizuru.

It was pretty much everything she expected for a guy like Daisuke to use those sort of dirty underhanded tactics to gain the leg up on her. She could only imagine how many poor souls had fallen for his dastardly tricks. Too bad for him, today it wasn’t just any cut-rate chump that he was dealing with. This was a full-fledged Wrestle Angel that had stepped into this room fresh out of her prime.

Heck, who was to say that prime was even past?! Yeah! This guy was toast!

“You’re toast!” Chizuru exclaimed and leaned into her wrestling posture when she saw Daisuke slip into his own. Despite the widely-brimmed smile on her face she wasn’t in any huge rush to just run into this. For one, the prince across from her not only looked taller and more imposing, but he was also a really big question mark. She didn’t know much about his skills, his style, or really anything about how he wrestled in the first place. For two, it was really humid in here!

She was already feeling the sweat start to build on her skin, but she could deal with it for now. The German girl circled him for a moment, closing in step by step before she lunged forward and locked hands with him, their clasping palms ringing out from the center of the room. She was determined to push him back a few steps as they kept locked for a few moments, inching him back to the wall.

He still wasn't too sure whether she was for real or whether her ditsy attitude was just a facade to annoy the prince. Whatever it was, it was working and Daisuke was really getting worked up over her attitude, suspecting him of playing underhanded tactics when all he wanted to do was to get his name right. However, it was time to get down to business and perhaps when he would have her submitting that would be a good time to make her say his name properly.

The two circled each other for a bit, sweat shining off their bodies before finally they engaged in a lock up. Going hand in hand, both of them pushed into each other hard and under the steamy condition it was really a test of their fortitude as much as their strength. After the initial stalemate, the sweat soaked and panting Daisuke was forced back a step and two towards the wall and it was then when he broke away from the grapple with his hands in the air.

"Tch, whoa whoa! I-I wasn't ready there...my hands were slipping due to the....um, sweat" he said trying to make up an excuse. "We have to start over" he said trying to cover up.

The Prince may have been confident in his approach, but Detective Chizuru was already thinking two steps ahead for her first mixed match. It wasn’t like she’d ever really looked at the Tension roster before tonight. She was in Friction after all with the rest of the Angels and that was where management seemed pretty happy to keep her. But she knew Daisuke from reputation even before they’d finally met face-to-face. From what she heard, he was a solid wrestler but nothing she probably couldn’t handle. He was no Chris Morgan, no Mimi or Ichigaya or Risako.

It was pretty simple, she’d just try and back him up against the wall. Once she had him close to a corner, she could go for his waist and flip-

Chizuru nearly went fumbling forward as Daisuke suddenly slipped away from her, leaving to grasp for nothing but air in the empty space in front of her. She stomped her front foot and regained her balance, whipping her ponytail as her eyes looked around and her feet fumbled back into position. For a second her eyebrows were raised in confusion, though when the Prince explained himself all that was left was a sudden feeling of embarrassment for having got the match off on the wrong foot. There was no referee here after all. She might have jumped the gun.

“Oh, uh yeah, it’s no problem! I’m getting pretty sweaty too. Uh-” Chizuru stopped mid-sentence. Wait a second. Was she being played again? Ugh! She was falling for his ploys again! Dastardly!

The realization hit her like a thunderbolt. Chizuru’s eyes fluttered a bit, shaking her head to keep any more words spilling way too fast out of her mouth. Her face turned rigid with a lip upturned, looking down on the taller man as best as the height difference would let her.

“I mean, yeah! Better back down ya little sissy!” The German-Japanese girl threw up two ‘V’s and threw them right back at Daisuke, channeling her best Blade ‘Gangsta Boy’ Uehara as she did it. Quite a sight. Quite...something. She still had that hard look about her as she kneeled back down into her grappling stance, ready for another crash. “Maybe fix ya diapers while you’re at it, ya fool!”

Stop the nightmare. Please.

The Prince may have been confident in his approach, but Detective Chizuru was already thinking two steps ahead for her first mixed match. It wasn’t like she’d ever really looked at the Tension roster before tonight. She was in Friction after all with the rest of the Angels and that was where management seemed pretty happy to keep her. But she knew Daisuke from reputation even before they’d finally met face-to-face. From what she heard, he was a solid wrestler but nothing she probably couldn’t handle. He was no Chris Morgan, no Mimi or Ichigaya or Risako.

It was pretty simple, she’d just try and back him up against the wall. Once she had him close to a corner, she could go for his waist and flip-

Chizuru nearly went fumbling forward as Daisuke suddenly slipped away from her, leaving to grasp for nothing but air in the empty space in front of her. She stomped her front foot and regained her balance, whipping her ponytail as her eyes looked around and her feet fumbled back into position. For a second her eyebrows were raised in confusion, though when the Prince explained himself all that was left was a sudden feeling of embarrassment for having got the match off on the wrong foot. There was no referee here after all. She might have jumped the gun.

“Oh, uh yeah, it’s no problem! I’m getting pretty sweaty too. Uh-” Chizuru stopped mid-sentence. Wait a second. Was she being played again? Ugh! She was falling for his ploys again! Dastardly!

The realization hit her like a thunderbolt. Chizuru’s eyes fluttered a bit, shaking her head to keep any more words spilling way too fast out of her mouth. Her face turned rigid with a lip upturned, looking down on the taller man as best as the height difference would let her.

“I mean, yeah! Better back down ya little sissy!” The German-Japanese girl threw up two ‘V’s and threw them right back at Daisuke, channeling her best Blade ‘Gangsta Boy’ Uehara as she did it. Quite a sight. Quite...something. She still had that hard look about her as she kneeled back down into her grappling stance, ready for another crash. “Maybe fix ya diapers while you’re at it, ya fool!”

Stop the nightmare. Please.

The sudden release of the grapple on the part of Daisuke would cause Chizuru to slightly fumble forward but managed to regain her balance and composure when she stomped her front foot to come to a halt before shaking her head around causing the whipping her ponytail. Daisuke would take a few steps back, rubbing his forearms pretending to wipe off the sweat from his forearms and hands but it didn't really help at all, the steam caused his palms and forearms to glisten in sweat once more, it was simply a ruse to pretend the slip up was due to the sweaty conditions.

For while, Daisuke perhaps caught sight of Chizuru's true persona when she talked normally even if it was for a brief period but upon the realization of what Daisuke was upto, she quickly changed course. "Ugh, this again? Geez! W-whatever, lets try this again" the prince would say, adjusting his briefs while taking a deep breath. Daisuke would kneel back down into a grappling stance while circling the Wrestle Angle and once again lunging in to grapple with her in a clinch, looking to press himself into her and the pair would push into each other.

"Arrghh y-you're stronger than you....look! Urghh" he grunted in effort.