Hell's Angel (For Berial)

Tough talk was going to be one of those things she would have to work on with Blade in between all the "wrestling" stuff. She always found the Okinawan's expertly crafted, street thuggish wit to be pretty effective when it was time to get the crowd cheering her name. Obviously, there would be no one doing that for the German girl in this tiny little steam room, but it probably would have gone a long way in She wondered how Blade would handle a guy like this.

Chizuru gave her arms a little shake as she bounced from heel to heel, readying up for another clash. She didn't have a good comparison for guys, but Daisuke wasn't bad. Emily-chan sprang to mind just because of his height and the funny way they talked, maybe even Bomber-san if he put his mind to the gym a little more.

But she was still Chizuru Nagahara. And this prince was a million years too early to try challenging her! The German Suplex girl rushed forward into their clash, meeting their hands with a great clap reverberating through the close quarters of the steam room. Chizu grit her teeth hard and pushed back against her opponent even harder than he was giving. There was a small smile peeking through hearing his admission. Well, half-admission. She’d get the whole thing soon.

“Am I? Or just...stronger than you?!” The Wrestle Angel twisted her hands forward, trying to bend Daisuke’s hands back towards his wrists and push his arms back past his shoulders. Once she opened his wingspan a little, the angel would have the opening she’d need to quickly slip her hands-free and wrap her arms around the waist. From there, she’d grip her wrist and pull him upright against her, pressing their bodies close with a killer bearhug, Wrestle Angel Style.

With Daisuke forcing a restart of the match by claiming he was not ready the first time, the former Wrestle Angel and the Wrestling prince squared up almost in the middle of the matted sauna room to engage in a lock up. Judging by Chizuru's looks and physique, Daisuke was sure of his chances to out-grapple the female wrestler despite her being in impressive shape. Both of them loosened their arms and got ready to wrestle for the restart of this match.

Daisuke was seen visibly sweating and panting now, the two circled each other before lunging at each other and engaged in a hot, sweaty grappling contest. Pushing into her, Daisuke pressed his forehead against hers and immediately tried to push her back but was surprisingly met with an equal force. Soon, Daisuke was the one who was starting to be pushed back a step and then the other.

"Urgh! N-no! This can't be...I-I can't" he growled still attempting to fight back in the grapple when suddenly the Wrestle Angel twisted her hands forward to bend Daisuke’s hands back towards his wrists and push his arms back past his shoulders. "Arrghhh dammit, Chizuru-san!" he cursed, being totally out-grappled by Chizuru.

With his core guard being opened up, suddenly Chizuru would slip her hands down and wrap them around the waist of the prince, pulling him into her and crushing him in a bearhug. "Guuuuughhh! Ahhhh" Daisuke cried out loud, echoing due to the confined space of the sauna. Daisuke wriggled and squirmed, their sweaty and firm bodies grinded rather suggestively and all that steam was not doing well for his chances either.

Forced into desperation, Daisuke would bring his hands up to try and press his sweaty palms against Chizuru's mouth and nose, hoping to restrict her breathing with a hand-smother while struggling to escape the bearhug.

“SO can be!” Chizuru exclaimed as she slipped her arms underneath his own and locked them close behind.

Oops! Cocky Chizuru was coming out now that she had (Jerk) Prince Daisuke in a bearhug! Hopefully they could get along!

The money in the imaginary betting pool said ‘no’, but that was beside the point. Daisuke was tough in his own right. He wasn’t quite the strongest that she had locked hands with ever since her Wrestle Angels career began, but so far he was making a solid first impression for positive thinking. He met the German-Japanese girl toe to toe on the mat and there was something that she found pretty admirable about that. Even if it just meant he was going to keep getting his butt kicked.

Chizuru smirked with a rare overconfidence as she doubled down on the bearhug. Despite being a bit shorter than her competition, she could still get him up a bit off the floor to deprive him of that precious bit of leverage. But what was really impressive was how easy Chizuru made it look. Strong, solid, and barley breaking a sweat on her forehead as the larger man seemingly struggled on what to do in her grasp. The German Suplex Girl was never the first one in her usual trio to get a bigger head about her “mad wrestling skills”, in Rei’s own words, but if this was easily becoming one of those moments where she felt totally in contr-

“MMMPH!” All of a sudden there was darkness. Chizuru’s eyes went wide as her head whipped back and forth to shake the covering off to no avail. The prince’s palms quickly shut out the already faint levels of oxygen in this room. Between the humidity, the hot steam, and their own bodies, she was being sapped incredibly fast. Desperate to do something, Chizuru’s body moved on instinct. She grabbed Daisuke close, reared back, and then dropped to her knees as she swung him forward with a snappy powerbomb that would leave him splayed out on the floor.

While Chizuru found Daisuke's eagerness to meet her head on in a grapple despite the steamy conditions to be admirable, the wrestling prince was also quite impressed at his opponent's grappling acumen. She held her own against him and surprisingly even out-wrestled him to the point of trapping him a crushing bearhug submission.

Moaning out in pain, Daisuke struggled to escape the bearhug. Chizuru's arms squeezed his chiseled body and the hot, steamy conditions made it for a difficult escape. His sweat slicked body rubbed against her and his efforts to break free were thwarted until he managed to restrict his foe's breathing with a simple hand smother.

Not liking that one bit, the Wrestle Angel would shake her head but Daisuke kept his hand pressed against her mouth and nostrils to effectively smother her out. The steamy conditions probably didn't help but then again neither did it help Daisuke who was still being tortured in the bearhug. Suddenly, the suplex savy superstar would rear back and drop to her knees while swinging the prince forward and dumped him onto the sauna floor in a powerbomb!

"Arrrghhh!" the prince cried out loudly in pain while being sprawled out on his back, clutching the back of his head.

Wow that was dirty!

The heavier prince met the mat with a resounding slap. Chizuru tore away to rear her head back and took in a large whiff of air the second she was free. Not that she could manage much. The heat was bad enough, but the thin air in this room was making her fight for whatever oxygen she could get.

The important thing was that she managed to get Daisuke on the ground. He would be out of action for the moment but she didn’t exactly have the energy in the moment to try and pick him up again. She had to be smarter about her next approach and think of a way to deal some damage that wouldn’t leaver her open. The German-Japanese girl wiped some sweat from her brow and set her eyes forward. An idea came to her pretty quickly.

“Let’s see how you like it!” Chizuru quickly scrambled her way on all fours over the prince’s body, bringing herself over him fast and low. She planted her knees at either side of him and slapped her hands to the floor beside his head right before she ducked low and smothered his face beneath her ample chest. Her arms came around and wrapped around his head, pulling him tighter up against her in one of the deadliest traps in her arsenal.

Her wrestling ability was quite impressive, even if Daisuke would never openly admit it. Chizuru managed to counter his efforts to smother her out by performing a devastating powerbomb that left Daisuke sprawled out on the sauna floor. The place was getting slightly hazy from all the steam, Daisuke would blink his eyes while he panted heavily just to stay up and focus.

By this time, the former Wrestle Angel was also starting to feel the heat while she took a moment to catch her breath which was hard enough to do so in such conditions. However, the chance was too good to pass and quickly she crawled over towards him on all fours before straddling his waist. The German-Japanese woman slapped her hands next to either side of Daisuke's head while loomed over him. "C-Chizuru-san?!" he simply said, looking up at her with a slight blush on his cheek.

Suddenly, she lowered herself and pressed her sweaty breasts against his face while her arms wrapped around his head to complete the suffocating smother. "MMMFMFMFM!" the prince mumbled while panicking. The heat and sweat was bad enough now he had to deal with a smother. Dai would flip and flop around, his hands immediately grabbing her shoulders to try and pry her off but it was a tough ask.

He then tried to wrap his arms around her waist, squeezing her body in a grounded bearhug but soon realized in a one to one submission trade off the smother would finish him off much faster than his bearhug. Getting desperate, the prince would reach up to grab Chizuru's hair and yank on them to try and get her off.

Chizuru had gotten pretty good with smothers over the years. She was pretty much known for her suplexes that people seemed to forget she was capable of a lot more as a full-fledged wrestler and could often surprise people with moves that seemed a bit "dirtier" than expected from their favorite Wrestle Angel. One of those moves was her headbutt, the other one was what Daisuke was getting a face full of.

She wasn’t sure about it at first, but Rei had given her a lot of confidence and the results spoke for themselves with the way the prince was flailing around underneath her. Between the heat and the steam from the sauna, Daisuke would be feeling faint in only a matter of seconds.

Chizuru tightened up when she felt his burly arms come around her and try to punish her squeeze worse than she could give. He had a good bearhug to be fair to him, but it wasn’t what was going to get him out of this. The German-Suplex girl had taken all sorts of knocks from Migri and Beauty and Bomber of all people. The same women he saw fit to mock were the same reasons he was struggling to keep up right now. He had better have something better than this if he wanted to-

“OW!” Chizuru yelped from a hard yank on the back of her head. Her hands shot up instinctively to try to pull his hand away, undoing the hold around his head and freeing his face from her breasts as she curved herself back and faced the ceiling.

The move was not only very effective but also humiliating. Daisuke was already a hot, sweaty mess and the last thing he needed was being suffocated by a pair of sweat soaked breasts of his opponent. Chizuru would press her bust on top of Daisuke's face, covering his mouth and nose completely with them which forced him to take in no air at all. He would let out muffled moans while struggling under her, his time was limited and he was quite aware of that.

The bearhug counted did not prove effective at all, Chizuru was ready for this trade off because surely Daisuke was in a worse position than she was. "Mmfmfm *cough* Mffmm!" he cried out, getting light headed due to the lack of air and the scent of sweat. In desperation, he grabbed her hair and yanked it back which proved to be effective, her chest was lifted off his face which allowed him to take a breath even if it was warm and steamy.

When her body arched back and she was forced to look up thanks to the hairpull, Daisuke bucked his hips up into her and released her hair, rolling the two over so he ended up on top and she was on the bottom. The prince straddled her waist before scooting forward, looking to pin her down in schoolgirl position. "Hah...lets see how you like it" he hissed, scooting even more until his brief clad crotch was pressed against her mouth. The prince used both of his hands to the grab the back of Chizuru's head, pulling it up off the mat just a bit to force her face against his briefs for a humiliating facesit smother.

Chizuru cut her hair once a long time ago when she was still new to Japanese middle school and having trouble making friends. It wasn't as long and lush as it was now, but it was still something the dark-haired, shoulder-length provincial kids in Gunma weren't accustomed to seeing. All the boys were always pulling and yanking on it when the teacher wasn't watching. Then that one jerk Mishima put gum in it and she had no choice. It was the worst haircut she'd ever seen and even after years of wrestling with the roughest and toughest women in the country, Chizuru never faltered when it came to her hair.

She couldn't help but think back on those times, for just a second, while her ponytail was inches away from being pulled from her scalp. Chizuru kept pawing at Daisuke's forearms and making little headway. Her scrambling was all reflex and no technique. There was no referee to count her opponent out either. Chizuru had no choice but to tough it out for now. "Owowowowhat kinda prince are you?!"

Her regional dialect slipped through the outrage in her voice, but it's not like Daisuke was listening. The prince forced her head and Chizu found herself smothered face to face with the front of his briefs. Her nose was immediately flooded with a musty scent that made her eyes start to water. The refined features of the half-Japanese woman crammed against the regal wrestler's crotch as she held her breath and whipped her head about in the cruel reversal of their positions.

"Mmmmph!....G...gross!..." Chizuru bucked around wildly underneath the prince. She felt her face and lips suffocating in a pocket of blistering heat. Hot adrenaline pumped through her veins. Her legs shot up from behind and went to wrap themselves around Daisuke's torso. Locking them together at the ankles, the German-Suplex Girl would attempt to throw Daisuke backward off of her, giving her the chance to roll away onto her hands and knees.

It wasn't something that Daisuke was proud of or something that he might use in every single match against his opponent but if Chizuru was cheeky enough to trap him in a breast smother and suffocate him in an already suffocating environment, he figured he would repay the favour as best as he could. Obviously smothering her with his chest wouldn't be as effective thus, the prince sought to go take another route which was as effective as her smother.

After turning the tables, Daisuke sat on her chest while his sweaty briefs were pressed up against her face, making it impossible for her to breathe in any fresh air. Daisuke taunted her for a while, riding her bucking efforts with ease but it wasn't until she would curl her legs back and wrap them around his waist did he start to lose his balance.

"Nrgh, w-what the? Get your legs off me" he hissed reaching for her thighs but it was too late, with a heave she would force the prince off of her chest while roll away from him. Daisuke stumbled down to his side but scampered up to his knees quickly, turning back to face the former wrestle angel with his hands in front, ready to grappler her if she came in rushing.