Hell's Angel (For Berial)

Chizuru locked her legs around Daisuke's waist and made sure to bind him extra tight. The German wrestler could rely on her prowess and instincts despite how slippery the oil had made their bodies. He would have to try harder than that next time. This wasn't her fast day as a wrestler and she was pretty sure it would be far from her last!

The Wrestle Angel propped herself up on her palm as she squeezed an even greater amount of power between her thighs. She didn’t think she would be able to get a submission out of the prince like this, but she would at least be able to wear him down. As much as she hated to admit it, she could tell that he was a capable competitor. The brisk environment wasn’t wearing him down physically as easily as she thought it would. Then again, he was the one who set this all up. He must be pretty experienced in these kinds of matches!

…or maybe not.

The German-Suplex Girl was taken off guard when he suddenly spasmed between her legs. The half-second of confusion that struck her left as quickly as it came with a cruel chuckle from the Wrestle Angel. This must have been what Toshimi felt like.

"Ha! You sound like a baby, Dipping Sauce!” Chizuru eased on the power on her thighs just lightly enough to scoot herself closer to Daisuke without letting him slip free. Once she was a couple inches closer, she’d clamp her thighs down just as hard and reached out to grab his neck, locking her wrists together as she paired her body scissors with a firm headlock! “You're the one who asked for this, you know!"

Her legs were really something and she had an impressive grip that was for sure. Chizuru squeezed the prince as hard as she could, not letting him escape from her clutches. Daisuke on the other hand was struggling against the Angel, he had just managed to break free out of one and now she had him trapped in another almost instantly. It was a great strategy by her, the more she kept on him the more he was being worn down in the hot and humid conditions not to mention the painful squeeze which restricted his breathing.

He attempted to fight back, pushing up on his palms to elevate himself but in the end failed and smacked right back down on his belly. Chizuru now was the one who propped herself up, squeezing harder for a moment making him scream until she loosened the hold just to scoot closer and snuggle up to him, wrapping her arm around his neck to pull him close before reapplying the scissor as well.

"Nrgh stop getting so close to me dammit! Its already hot enough without you trying to snuggle up to me......rnghhhh get off" he gasped. In desperation, he brought his hand up to grab her chin and push her head back, trying to create some separation. When that failed, he would blatantly press his sweaty palms against her mouth and nose to cut her air with a handsmother!

The heat of the room wasn’t taking its toll on the Prince alone. A thick sheen of sweat had veiled Chizuru’s bikini-clad form from head to toe. Steaming droplets trailed from her forehead to the tip of her nose and fell into vapors against the hardwood floor. The sweltering waves permeating every inch of their already confined space tingled her muscles and made her head feel light. But she wouldn’t be one of Japan’s best pro-wrestlers if that alone made her bow out!

Chizuru didn’t want to say that she was being overconfident with this hold, but she was sure that she could keep Daisuke under control with her legs alone. The headlock was only to double down on the pressure if she needed to. He wasn’t as strong as she was expecting for a man of his size. He would be close to the top of Wrestle Angels, but it was nothing that she couldn’t handle. That was until he started getting grabby.

“I have to get close! It’s a wrestling match, dummy!” Chizuru bent her head away from the hand trying to smother her face. “And whose the person that decided we should wrestle in a sauna-?!”

Chizuru’s yells were muffled over the Prince’s strong hands covering her mouth. Abandoning the scissorhold, her legs untangled quickly as she pushed Daisuke away and broke into a roll. The Wrestle Angel came to all fours and breathed heavily as she focused her sight on the linoleum floor. The lack of oxygen was making patches of light dance in her eyes. She couldn’t have been without air for more than a few seconds, but it felt like her lungs had been empty for hours.

She did make a good point, this was wrestling and the two obviously had to get close to each other especially for submissions and whatnot. Perhaps for a moment Daisuke had forgotten he was in wrestling match and that he was actually in the sauna room thanks to all the hot and humid conditions.

The squeezing made it worse, Chizuru was really doing her best to squeeze the life out of Daisuke with the use of her legs and her arms, constricting him in her grip. To counter, Daisuke pressed his sweaty palms against her mouth and nose to cut off her breathing which was enough for her to let him go and push him off her. "Gah...hah....right...then lets get close and personal" he growled getting back up onto his knees.

Dai would raise his arms up while he crawled towards the Wrestle Angel, looking to lock up against her in a clinch to test his strength up against her in a grapple battle.

Chizuru hadn’t ever had this much trouble seeing straight. She didn’t know what it was about Daisuke, or the oil burning on her skin, or the sweat caking her brow, or the scrambled signals kicking up sparks all over her brain. It could have been the onset of stroke, dehydration, or even just raw adrenaline coursing her veins. The German-Japanese wrestler decided she didn't want to question it.

She pushed up from the floor and forced herself to two unsteady feet, lifting her head to face her opponent. Chizuru was quick to notice his fatigue even if she wasn’t much better off. She raised her arms determined to make a final push. Her pride as a Wrestle Angel wouldn’t be bested by this arrogant prince!

“...Yeah! Let’s…Daisy Duke!” Chizuru stepped forward and circled her opponent with careful steps, feeling her bare soles sizzle against the lukewarm linoleum. A bead of sweat ran between her eyes down to the tip of her nose, falling from the crest and splashing into mist against the floor. With that, she lunged forward and would clasp hands with Daisuke, pushing back with everything she could muster against him. From the first second, her arms started to tremble.

"C-crap…" Chizuru gasped and gritted her teeth.

The more the match went on, the more Daisuke felt his chances of winning would fade. Little did he knew, Chizuru was not doing so well in the heat either and was thinking of the same thing. Daisuke wanted to test her, he had called out her pride as a Wrestle Angel and challenged her to grapple battle where he had put his own pride on the line as well.

"Its Daisuke Take....you know what? Just, nevermind" he said shaking his head, giving up on trying to make her remember his name. The next thing they knew, the pair were locked up in the grapple. Daisuke pushed and felt Chizuru did the same. Both of their arms trembled as the prince attempted to push into her, not caring that their sweaty bodies grinded rather intimately because all he wanted to do was push her back against the wall to claim this small victory.

"Nrgh come on...almost there" he said as their cheeks mushed up against each other.

Chizuru expected to come out on top of this contest of strength as easily as she did last time. Even with her stamina cut in half, she had twice the technique and twice the determination that Daisuke would have in his entire career. Half of the effort was in the mind ,a simple push with the right footing and some optional stink eye. Not to mention that Daisuke was half the size of the heaviest she’d thrown around.

But she’d really underestimate just how draining fighting in a humid mist like this could be! The muscles in her arms ached as they pushed back against Daisuke, failing to find even the slightest reprieve. Inside and outside, her body scorched. She was wet from head to toe with a body caked in bruises and their shared perspiration that simmered against her skin. Even her feet were nearly slipping out from under her as the floor itself was lined with a slippery mist.

It was no surprise that the Prince started to force Chizuru back. “N-no!”

She shook her head desperately as her spine was forced to bend backward beneath her male opponent’s superior strength. To the point of desperation, the German-Suplex wrestler threw her head forward and attempted a headbutt straight to the Prince’s forehead!

There is no doubt in Daisuke's mind that Chizuru was a worthy challenger but despite being from the coveted Wrestle Angel's group, she would be no match for the royal wrestling blood that he had claimed to possess. Locked in the grapple in the hot conditions, it was a mountainous task for either of them to really come all guns blazing and back each other up. No, instead they had to take it slow and work their way to push and shove.

It was so hot, Daisuke felt his sweat trickle down his body and onto the mat. The mist made it even more tough to battle such an opponent and it seemed this is a primal fight between two apex predators. His body pushed into hers and he was winning the grapple, he would prove his superiority to hers until suddenly she would ram her thick skull into his forehead for the second time.

"GUGH! Owwwww curse you Chizuru-chan" he grunted in pain. The tide of the match was turned in her favour with Daisuke too dazed from that headbutt and left open for a counter attack.

At most, Chizuru could manage about three headbutts in one match before she started dozing. Having a robust skull gave her more endurance when it came to head trauma than most wrestlers. However, between the sweltering heat and lack of air in this sauna, she couldn’t risk making herself more lightheaded. She was approaching her limit. Her body was forcing her to get desperate.

That characterized the headbutt she’d thrown pretty well. For all she could say about her regal opponent, Daisuke was strong on his feet and just as determined to win this! She couldn’t afford to stop here! She managed to hit him square in the face with her headbutt and got him to stumble. The relief that washed over lightened her shoulders and cooled her muscles, spurring her next action.

The Wrestle Angel moved swiftly and got behind the Prince. Her arms instantly wrapped around his waist and locked together. A mighty buck was all it took to haul her adversary through the air and slam him faithfully into the hardwood with a German Suplex. Only Chizuru wouldn’t be done with him there. If Daisuke wasn’t fast enough to stop her, she would roll back onto her feet and carry her opponent upright with her before launching into another suplex. And then one more right after that!

After three in a row, Chizuru would have no choice but to relax. She’d release Daisuke after her final effort and sink to the floor, gasping for breath.

Focused on winning their grapple battle and in all honestly he would have until she decided to smack her forehead into his for a brutal headbutt which caused him to get slightly dazed. The sauna in the room did not help at all because the headbutt caused made his vision blurry for just a second or was that just the steam from the sauna? Nevertheless, it did not matter at all because the Wrestle Angel would sneak behind the wrestling prince to wrap her arms around his waist.

"Nrgh, oww w-what the?" he said before suddenly being lifted up off his feet and slammed down on the unforgiving wooden floor. The back of his head and shoulder took most of the impact but she was not done there, keeping her arms around his waist she would get back up to her feet and drag him as well, looking to slam him down for a second and then a third time to complete a trio of German Suplexes to justify her name as the German Suplex queen.

The result being that Daisuke was left sprawled out on the floor, his arms and legs spread wide while he was completely exhausted. His brown skin glistening in sweat, it was so hot and sweaty that every breath he took was painful.