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

Realizing trouble, Daisuke was trying to back away so that he could get a better position to continue his dominance but Sakura knew that this was her chance and if she would allow him to continue on with his onslaught there was no way she was going to make a comeback in this match, not in these harsh conditions. Thus, Hagiwara would spin toward the prince while he pulled his arm free and quickly wrapped her legs around his arm to trap him and keep in place to not allow him to scurry away.

He grunted in frustration, finding himself trapped in place as the former Sweet Diva Idol huffed, squeezing his captured arm while twisting it too. "Away from you! J-just let go already" he hissed, clearly frustrated at not being able to pull away as Hagiwara held onto him. Realizing there was no escape, Daisuke would lean towards Hagiwara once more to slightly fold her up while she still had her legs around his arm.

"Fine, tch...have it your way then" he said looking to almost roll her up and with his free arm would once more attempt to press it against her mouth and nose for yet another suffocating hand smother.

Sakura held fast against Daisuke's struggles, trying her best to wrench his wrist as hard as she could to try and squeak out an early victory. While it wouldn't have been the most exciting end to their three match feud, she was so far onto the back foot since the start of their bout that the idol wrestler was willing to take whatever she could get. That determination in her eyes faltered though as Daisuke changed his strategy, leaning in to roll her up onto her upper back and shoulders. She shook her head frantically from side to side as he grasped at her, preventing him from covering her face for the time being but such things were only a temporary solution.

Unhooking her legs she brought the soles of her feet to Daisuke's chest. When he moved she positioned her feet, curling her legs up as he reached for her face again. Suddenly she released his wrist and thrust her legs outward, trying to throw him off of her into the far seating of the sauna. She would sit herself up with the force of her push kicks, scrambling to get to her feet to give chase.

If Hagiwara was going to be clingy then Daisuke had no choice but to do the same. The Idol refused to release his captured arm while she twisted his wrists against her chest causing him to roll towards her and fold her up almost in a roll-up pin. He was going for her mouth and nose once again, attempting to cut off her breathing with another smother but she was ready for it this time. When she saw his hand raised and coming down towards her, Hagiwara frantically shook her head to avoid getting smother.

The two engaged in some back and forth struggles until she soon brought her legs towards his chest, pressing her bare feet against his chiseled chest. In a sudden and quick motion, she released his arms and thrusted her legs at his chest to shove him back. "AH!" he cried as he was sent flying back.

Daisuke staggered back until he stumbled against one of the wooden sauna benches, sitting on them while stunned momentarily.

With Daisuke sent flying, Sakura was quick to scramble to her feet. Even before she was fully upright she had started to scramble, moving on all fours until she managed to get her legs straightened and arms up to dash after him. The idol wrestler let out a heavy pant as sweat rolled down her body, dripping onto the wooden floor as her footfalls thudded heavily on the wooden planks beneath her. As she neared, Sakura lunged forward, whirling about in the air to throw herself backwards into her opponent, trying to slam into his chest with a flying hip attack.

If she managed to hip him, Sakura would drop heavily into his lap, leaning up against his body as she took a moment to breathe. Her chest heaved with every greedy gasp of humid air, really feeling the effects of how difficult this room was making things. Her body was overheating from the hot air and the physical exertion making every move far more taxing than it otherwise would have been.

Sakura glanced back towards Daisuke, reaching a hand up behind her to try grabbing hold of the back of his head. With a grunt, she would lean away, trying to drop down off of his lap onto the floor on one knee trying to flip him off the benches onto the floor as well with a snapmare. If she managed to get him down, Sakura would push herself up against him from behind and attempt to lock him in a sleeper hold.

The kick to his chest left Daisuke staggered back until he fell and forcibly sat on the bench. The wrestling prince panted heavily, his chest was heaving up and down while he took his eyes off his opponent. The hazy mist due to the sauna made it difficult but more importantly than that the heat and humidity made every little movement consume more stamina than ever.

Suddenly, Sakura would run at him and slam her hip into his chest causing him to let out a loud groan while be flattened between the bench and Hagiwara who sat on his lap. The two wrestlers took a moment to rest up, Hagiwara leaned back into him while they breathed heavily and sweated profusely.

Before Daisuke could reach up to grab her shoulders, Sakura would grab his head and push off the bench, getting down onto her knee while snapmaring the prince over her and down onto his butt in front of her. Dai had no time to react, Hagiwara was on him once more, wrapping his arm around her neck in a sleeperhold. Daisuke would kick the wooden floor wildly, squirming about and immediately grabbing her arm to try and pry it off.

When that failed, he would reach up to grab her hair from the front. "`J - anatahadaredesu ka? Anata ga mada kore ni irubeki hōhō wa arimasen' ["J-just who are you? There's no way you should be still in this"] he said struggling in the sleeperhold before using the grip of her hair to try and vault her over her in a hair snapmare of his own.

Sakura's weight bore down on Daisuke as she leaned into her back, using his sitting form to help her stay upright as she knelt behind him. Her arms had managed to snake their way around his throat and cinch in her hold tight enough that his attempts to forcibly pry them away were difficult, perhaps too much so with how slicked with sweat they were. As he thrashed, the idol wrestler tried her best to reign him in and keep him steady while squeezing as tight as she could manage.

"Hagiwara Sakura, and I am going to be one of the best…" She gave his neck a sudden crank, asserting herself as his attempts to break free continued to fail, feeling a surge of confidence from his words of desperation. She didn't even pay him any mind when he reached back grasping at her until his fingers clenched at her long black hair. "H-hey! Argh!" Sakura attempted to pull her head back but found herself suddenly being pulled forward, flipped directly over Daisuke to land hard on her backside on the wood floor with a thud.

Things were starting to look bad for the wrestling prince. Hagiwara's counter attack left him in a bad spot. She proudly stated who she was and her desire to be the best but that desire was in conflict with Daisuke's. Gritting his teeth, he fought through the hot and humid conditions and after failing to pry her arms off her neck the traditional way, he reached up to grab her hair and pull her over his shoulders for a hair snapmare and bring her down on her butt in front of him.

"Hah...I won't let that happen! I'm not going to let you be the best!" he said passionately as he crawled towards her. Daisuke would wrap his legs around her waist in a tight body scissor while he wrapped his arm around her neck in a dragon sleeper, pulling her body backwards into him. He panted but he knew he would have to really suffocate her in this if he wanted to win.

"You wrestled well Hagiwara-chan but even you will have your limits!" he said before moving his arm upwards to modify the dragon sleeper into a dragon smother, pressing his underarms against her face to cut off her breathing in the already stuffy sauna room.

"Submit" he demanded.

SSakura let out a huff as she sat hunched before Daisuke. She reached up to drag a forearm across her face to try and wipe away the sweat. It didn't really help as her arm was just as soaked as the rest of her making it impossible to really be dry anymore. When she tried to move away, she could feel something close enough around her, tickling at her sides before clamping down tighter. She stared down at Daisuke's legs, blinking as her slow mind tried to make sense of what had happened. When an arm wrapped itself around her neck she let out a soft groan as she was drawn back into the dragon sleeper with far less resistance than she likely would have wanted.

"Uuugh…" Sakura's feet dragged on the wooden floor as she weakly thrashed, reaching up to grasp at the arm around her throat. Her back arched when she was pulled further back, puffing out her chest as she lay struggling in his grasp. She winced with every crank of the hold, unable to muster the strength to power free as her surge of adrenaline had begun to fade. So she remained as she was, trapped, trying to manage the pain while focusing on breathing… until he covered her face. Sakura let out a muffled moan, squinting her eyes as the sauna heat burned them. She couldn't see, couldn't breathe…

The more the two wrestled, the more Daisuke realized how wrong he was about this woman. She had proving him wrong again and again but this time, despite him on the verge of winning, it felt like she had once again proved him wrong. Her wrestling ability and desire could not be questioned and the wrestling prince respected her that she was no longer some Sweet Diva Idol but indeed a real pro wrestler.

However, Daisuke's own pride was on the line and he was not going to let Sakura's promise come true. This time, it was him who was going to win. Trapping her in what he dubbed the dragon smother, Daisuke had cut off Hagiwara's breath and squeezed the life out of her in the scissor. Sakura was fading and Daisuke realized that as he tightened the hold and covered her face as much as he could.

Sweat dripped off his body onto the mat, their wet bodies tangled and struggled for supremacy. "You wrestled well Hagiwara-chan but you deserve this rest now....just give up, please" he said, almost begging her to give up now. With his free hand, Daisuke would grab Sakura's arm and raise it up in the air, looking to let go to see whether the Idol was KO'ed or not.

Sakura's eyelids fluttered as her attempts to trash free slowly faded leaving her quiet and pliable. She gave the faintest of twitches with each squeeze of Daisuke's legs around her or tug of her head back under his arm. She felt so tired. It was too hot here to keep going, she was burning up and drenched with sweat. She felt that if she just closed her eyes for a moment… He was right, she deserved a chance to rest. Her eyelids fluttered again, slowly drawing closed as she stilled and became unresponsive.

Her arm was drawn limply into the air by Daisuke. When he let go it fell to the floorboards with a quiet thud. But once wasn't enough to declare her out. He would need to do it twice more. A second time it would be raised up and plop to the floor. One more. This time when Daisuke raised it to the sky it was potentially the end. When he let it go, her hand stopped just short of the floor and her eyes snapped open. With a hard thrust, she swung her elbow back, over and over. Trying to slam it into Daisuke's stomach until she earned her freedom.