Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Hagiwara, Sakura - Part III (The Final Confrontation)

It was one thing that Hagiwara did not lack was determination. Despite the odds being against her in the first and the last match, there was not a moment where it appeared that she would use her lack of experience in these match types as an excuse to be on the backfoot. Doing her best to push forward, Sakura managed to drive Daisuke's back against the wall causing him to loosen up and eventually release his submission.

The prince, however, was not simply going to let her escape and struck her upper back with a stiff double axle handed strike which caused her to go down on her chest in front of him on the floor. "I admire your determination and spirit but I cannot lose this match!" he said before attempting to mount her back.

If successful, Daisuke would grab both of her arms and pull them back to rest them over his thigh before leaning forward to grab her chin and pull her back to lock in a nasty camel clutch submission. "Hagiwara Sakura, akiramemasu ka? [Sakura Hagiwara, do you give up?]" he asked in Japanese.

Peeling her face from the floor, Sakura winced at the mixture of pain and residual humidity flooding the sauna which forced her to blink her eyes a few times. Gathering her hands under her she started to rise only to be forced back to the floor by Daisuke’s weight coming down across her back. As he grabbed each of her arms she fought back, making him work to tuck them behind his leg. It perhaps wasn't the wisest choice of fights to take part in given how much of a losing battle it proved to be, sapping endurance she would need to keep up to content with the heat.

When his fingers tucked beneath her chin and drew it back she let out a shuddered groan. Her chest puffed out, free from being mashed against the floor. Sweat trickled from her neck, traversing the curves of her breasts before vanishing into the fabric of her top. Not even minutes into the match and she was already struggling. This wasn't great. She squirmed in his grasp, lightly kicking her feet to try and somehow loosen the harsh bend he was putting on her. There were no ropes here, no breaks… she had to endure and break free or submit.

“Nnngh! Mada owattenai!" Sakura barked back in clear defiance, somewhat annoyed by the fact Daisuke thought she might actually surrender to his inquiry. The idol wrestler fought against her body as it was cranked back, twisting her shoulder just enough to give her some room to move. With a great deal of effort, she managed to free one of her arms, quick to tuck it underneath her to prevent Daisuke from simply grabbing it again. From their she pushed off the floor, trying desperately to get her knees underneath her as well in an attempt to buck the two of them sideways onto the floor to break the hold.

The effects of the match were certainly starting to take its toll on both wrestlers. Despite being in a great position, Daisuke was still panting heavily and was trying very hard not to get distracted by the heat, steam and the sweat trickling down his face. He wanted to brush some stray strands of hair that were sticking to his forehead and wipe the sweat off his nose and forehead but that would mean having to let go of her chin which he did not want to do being in a dominant position.

He had to pace himself, not wanting to burn himself out too quick but at the same time perhaps he was also thinking to go all out to end this match quick to avoid being exhausted later on if this match would stretch out. The only issue was Sakura's persistent and determination. She refused to give up stating it wasn't over yet much to his frustration.

Hagiwara managed to free one of her arm from his thigh, bringing it down to push off the floor to get her knees under her and buck the two sideways to topple Daisuke off and break the hold. Daisuke would fall to the side but held onto Sakura's shoulders to twist her to the side along with him, resulting them both of them turning to their sides with Daisuke facing her back whilst on their side.

Daisuke tried to hold onto her, attempting to wrap his arm around her neck in a dragon sleeper submission. It would be an awkward one with both of them on their side but the prince did not want her to escape from his clutches. "Watashi wa anata no nebaridzuyo-sa o shōsan shimasuga, anata ga akirameru made watashi wa tebanashimasen. [I admire your persistence but I'm not letting go until you give up.] he would whisper in her ear while struggling against her warm and sweat soaked body.

Over onto her side, the two fell, with the idol wrestler immediately clawing at the floor in an attempt to separate the two of them. She hadn’t managed to get much distance between them though as Daisuke kept hold of her shoulders, yanking her back into his embrace. She flailed just a bit, struggling to ward off his arms as they struggled against one another on the ground. Before she managed to escape though, Sakura felt her head being craned back and an arm hooked around it and was trapped once again in a submission hold.

Unlike the last two holds however, Daisuke was in a far less favorable position to keep applied properly. Her neck was unhappy with her thrashing, but she refused to allow him to fully cinch in the sleeper, grasping his arm with both of her hands to prevent it from tightening. Sakura kicked her legs up, planting the soles of her feet up against the wall she had rammed him into moments ago. With a hard shove, she kicked off the wall, trying to slam her back up against him, trying to make an opening to break free.

It was sloppy but Daisuke had to work with what he had. Pulling her back in before she could escape, he attempted to wrap his arm around her neck for the dragon sleeper but with the two on their side and Sakura's constant struggling it was by no means an easy task nor a firm enough grip to secure Hagiwara against him. Panting heavily, half of his focus was trying to concentrate on the match and not the steamy conditions.

To her credit, the former Idol would use her surroundings quite well by grabbing Dai's arm as well as kicking her legs against the wooden walls to push against them, using them as base to slam her back against his front which resulted him grunting and the two sliding across the wet floor until Daisuke had no choice but to release her and scamper away.

The prince shifted up onto all fours, gasping and panting before slowly getting up on his knees before rising back up to his feet. He maintained his distance, circling her around in the confines of the sauna room as sweat glistened and dripped off his chiseled body. Daisuke did notice her rather sweat stained sports bra as well, trying to get under her skin to throw her off her game.

"Hah....you're welcome to take it off if it's bothering you" he pointed at her top before raising his arms up, challenging her.

When the two came to a halt along the floor, it was Daisuke who managed to recover first. Separating the two of them with a quick scramble. Sakura was left on the floor, uncharacteristically sluggish after fighting out of chain submission attempts. It took her a moment to gather herself up onto hands and knees, rising with labored effort in the stifling sauna heat. She let out a loud huff, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her forearm.

The idol wrestler shot Daisuke a look of repulsion at his suggestion, joking or not, that she disrobe herself. With rosy cheeks, she raised her chin to fix him with a prudish scoff as she let her legs slide apart for a better fighting stance. If he had aimed to offend her, he had accomplished that mission in strides. "Not even a chance, Takeuchi."

With a sudden snap, she launched herself forward, the soles of her feet thumping against the hardwood floor as she covered the ground between them. With a hard stop on the balls of one of her feet, she whipped her body around, throwing one of her legs high in a vicious roundhouse kick aimed directly at the wrestling prince's head.

So far, Daisuke was proving to Sakura that he was going to take this match seriously for him this was the one that counted. He had his pride on the line and nothing else, it was for that reason he was putting in the extra effort. That and the fact that he was going to take her seriously, like a real opponent. The prince had been on top for a while and Hagiwara had just managed to scamper her way out of the sleeper, resulting in the two going back to square one.

With the two back up on their feet, Daisuke would attempt to bait her in with a taunt and it seemed to work. Hagiwara got rightfully annoyed at his remark and that made her rush in to try and strike his head with a clean roundhouse kick. Unfortunately Daisuke was expecting such a move and he would duck down under her legs while dropping down to sweep her standing leg with his own legs to take her down on her back!

If successful, the prince would get down on his knees next to Hagiwara and with one hand would press up against her mouth and nose for a handsmother while with the other he would begin to brutally claw at her abdomen muscles for a clawhold! "You can't win this time. It's over....just give it up" he said trying to put pressure on her.

Sakura chambered her leg before letting it fire off, ripping through the steamy air with what would have been a devastating kick had it landed. She had put her weight into the blow, looking to teach her adversary a good lesson in what he could say to her, be it in jest or not. When it sliced empty space her eyes widened as they watched Daisuke slip just underneath, going lower still. She was still in motion when her planted leg was swept out from underneath her, leaving her to clatter painfully to the hard wooden floor with a yelp.

He was on her before she even had a moment to process what had happened, with a hand engulfing her face. When fingers clawed into her abdomen she let out a muffled cry of pain, muted and breathless. She thrashed under his attack, trying to kick her legs up to strike back but the twisting knot of pain digging into her stomach made it nearly impossible to lift them before they dropped back down.

Sakura desperately grasped at the hand over her mouth, wrapping her fingers around the back of his hand and wrist, trying to wrench the limb at the joint to pull it free. She swung her weight, making a big push to roll her body onto a side while pulling at his hand to break it away. If she managed to pull it free, she would clutch his hand close to her chest, painfully cranking his hand and fingers against the grain with a wristlock.

Dropping Hagiwara to the floor was just the first step, the wrestling prince quickly pounded on his rival and got up to his knees next to her only to lean forward and lock in a painful clawhold to dig his knuckles and fingers against her abdominal muscles but with his other hand he would press it against her mouth and nose to restrict her breathing via a handsmother. Now, the lack of fresh air was already a issue here and with Daisuke's smother it was no surprise that Hagiwara decided to double her efforts in escaping this as soon as possible.

She grabbed the hand smothering her and wrapped her fingers around the back of it and the wrist, wrench the limb at the joint to pull it free while her body jerked to the right, pulling his captured arm against her chest into a wristlock while freeing herself from the clawhold. "Ahhh!" he moaned softly as now he was the one in trouble. Down on all fours almost, Daisuke tried to pull back his arm and move away from Sakura.

"Kuso ̄ ika sete [Let me go dammit]" he hissed in Japanese.

Sakura breathed a heavy pant as she clung to Daisuke's wrist, gripping his arm as hard as she could muster. More than just an escape, she needed to break the constant pressure he was pouring onto her with his unrelenting offense. When he moved to break away, she couldn't let him separate, not while she needed time to recover. When he pulled back, she scooted forward on her backside, throwing her legs up to try and clamp them around his whole arm in a scissor lock to keep them close while she worked his wrist.

"W-where are you going?" The wrestling idol huffed, blinking a bead of sweat from her eye as she gritted her teeth. She did little more than squeeze and twist at him, trying her best not to overexert herself. It was her intention to work the hold as long as she could while resting if possible.