The New Girl (for Teenwrestler)

As the silver-haired young man got up close to her, she had to admit that he was even better looking up close. As he shared the information about what a staredown was, Mizuki did her best to listen to all of the information being shared with upmost attention. But, it was a little bit hard to do that. She was used to seeing very well built athletes in revealing clothes, but this was different, he was now very close and personal, and he had a certain special charisma. All of that combined had made her cheeks slightly red.

"Cool!" The Olympian agreed, snapping out of the charm she was put on by the Dane. "Let us see if you can keep up with my pace." Mizuki beamed light-heartedly as she got physically and mentally ready for the match to begin. She was sure that she was going to learn so much, and have a lot of fun doing it.

It seemed as if his charms were not working on her or if they did she managed to snap out of it real quickly. She would do her best to follow suit and stare back into his eyes with as much determination as she could. Lucas could tell that this would be a challenge because the woman before him would have loads of stamina but he had to do his best to wear her down. She would agree to their rules and the pair were now ready to throw down.

"Fine then Mizuki-san, bring it" he would say in a challenging manner. With that, the match would start as did the timer. Lucas would bring his arms up to his shoulder length and crouch low, circling her to watch her footwork very carefully. Suddenly, he would dash in to get close and try to lock up against her in a collar and elbow grapple.

"Hnrghh!" he grunted while lunging in to test his grappling acumen against that of a Olympic gold medalist. If successful in the lock up, he would press up against her and grind his body against her to see if he was able to push her back.

"Sure I will, Lucas-san!" Mizuki declared as the match began. As her opponent began to circle around her, the Olympic Medallist began to circle aswell, getting into a low wresting stance, hands forward ready to defend a takedown and knees slightly bent, lowering her center of mass.

Her opponent would act first, and managed to easily clinch with her, placing his hands on her collar and her elbow. He wasn't too fast, so it was not hard for her to see him lunge towards her. Still, she let him lock up in order to get a feel of how a normal match would play out. She placed her hands on his elbow and his collar, same as he did to her, her muscle memory remembering what had to be done. As his body pressed against her, she felt how Lucas clearly wanted to push her back. Mizuki, in response, would plant her soles on the mat and use her incredible leg strenght to try and stay where she was at.

"You're pretty strong for your size, Lucas-san" she praised him. Her voice never seemed to crack and did not show any effort. Her conditioning and raw strenght were clearly of a very high level, expected of an Olympian Gold Medallist.

The male wrestler did not waste any time and went straight in. He wanted to test himself up against an Olympic gold medalist and see how he would fair up against her in a grapple battle. She showed no fear either, not moving out of the way but instead allowed him to reach her so that the two would end up locked in a grapple battle. He had his teeth gritted in effort, he was pushing into her hard as their abs grinded and foreheads pressed.

He grunted in effort, his arms shaking as it was quite evident he was doing everything he could to push her back but the pro-athlete was no slouch and she would hold him back. She praised him but showed no sign of discomfort or strain, it was clear that Mizuki was a strong wrestler and was not going to be out-grappled by her male foe.

"As expected Mizuki-san....." he said with a smile despite unable to win the grapple battle. "But..." he suddenly added before breaking away from the grapple and moving to her side, looking to wrap his arm around her head and pull her face down against the side of his bare chest for a side headlock submission.

"Strength alone will not make you win wrestling matches" he said with a grin.

"Ugh" Mizuki grunted as her opponent's arm wrapped around her head, as she was put into a headlock. She had trained against this submission on one of her first classes, but this was very different from a wrestling class. Now there was a very capable and strong wrestler really trying to control her. Mizuki managed to hear what Lucas said, and she had to admit he was right, if only strength and athleticism won matches, this would be too simple. Technique was a great aspect of the sport, one of the most if not the most important one, and Lucas was showing his clear superiority in that regard of the discipline.

Seeing no other choice, the orange-haired athlete would grab a hold of Lucas' hips, and lift him up with a "Hop!", in order to try and toss him into the air. That way, she thought, he would be forced to release his hold on her head.

Managing to quickly turn the tables around his sparring partner, the Dane now found himself in a better position as he had Mizuki trapped in a simple yet effective submission hold. He would grind her cheek against his pectoral muscles while his arms tightened around her head to give it a firm squeeze. She was in pain by the sound of her grunting while the male wrestler held his ground, planting his feet against the mat to stay put.

"Do you give up, Mizuki-san?" he asked politely while keeping her trapped. He would smack his foot against the mat to give the submission a nice jerk as well to really crank up the pressure until she would wrap her arms around his waist to pull him up off the mat. "Whoa?!" he gasped in surprise as he was pushed off the mat but he managed to push down and get back to the mats.

"Not bad" he smiled before attempting to buck his hips into her to try and flip her over his hip for a hiptoss takedown and hope to take the match down to the mat for a grounded headlock.

Mizuki would not give up, not yet. She had to show herself that she could do this, that she could become successful in this business. But right now, Lucas jerking and locking tighter the simple yet effective submission. She managed to push him up off the mat with ease, but that did not help her much, as Lucas showed again his experience and superior technique by managing to continue to keep the submission locked in, and also landing on his feet.

As Mizuki thought of what to do, she did not expect one bit the hiptoss, sending her flying for a few miliseconds before landing hard on the blue mat. "Ughh!" she groaned in pain as she felt air being forced out of her lungs thanks to the impact. Now the headlock had gotten way worse, turning into a grounded one. Those where bad news for the athlete, since now she could not explode with a burst of strength to escape, now it was way harder.

She would now use both of her hands to try and release his grip of her head. Using all her strength and effort. her muscles started to seem bigger and more defined thanks to her efforts, as her veins got slightly visible under her skin.

There was no doubt that Mizuki was strong, her body was in peak physical condition and her muscles were definitely not for show. However, Lucas was no slouch either and the two extremely fit wrestlers would duke it out. The grapple transitioned into a headlock and despite her best efforts, the male managed to thwart them and now tossed the female athlete over his hip and down onto the wrestling mats with him laying across her chest and still having the headlock locked in.

Now, she was in a much more worse off position, trapped in the ground headlock where her strength was mostly neutralize until she reached up to grab his arm and tried to pry it off her neck. "Hrnghh! G-give up?" he once again asked with his teeth gritted in effort while the two struggled against each other.

His bronze body started to glisten in sweat from the effort and the two were going hard until suddenly the buzzer rang. *BUZZ*BUZZ*BUZZ*. The sound signaled that the five minutes of the first round were over. "Heh well that's anti-climactic" he smiled before releasing the hold. Lucas would push her over onto her belly and give her ass a light tap to mess with her before getting back up to his feet and giving her a hand up.

"Lets take a break, get some water and towel off" he proposed with a smile.

Mizuki was finding it harder and harder to breath, but somehow she mantained her composure and kept the pressure on, doing her very best to free herself from this horrible position. Lucas asked again if she gave up, and part of her really wanted to. She was clearly not used to fighting at all, so her instincts told her to tap then and there in order to stop the pain. But that would mean that she would fail herself, and she could not tolerate that one bit.

"I-I'm perfectly fine" Mizuki muttered with difficulty, but somehow still with her typical light-hearted tone. This was a challenge to overcome, and it has been a long time since someone forced her to put so much effort into a competition. She loved that.

Suddenly, the alarm sounded, and Lucas released her from the hold. She quickly took a long and deep breath, as she shook her head in order to recover from her slight dizziness. The teasingly light tap on her butt made her yelp and blush, but then she smiled and accepted Lucas' hand. He surely had not bad intentions in his mind, he was just messing with her, or so she thought. Once she got up, filled with her and Lucas' sweat, she looked at her opponent and replied to his proposal.

"A cold drink would do wonders for me right now" she admited, returning the smile.

She said she was fine but it was clearly not the case. He was confident that if he had kept the hold locked in for a few more minutes, she would have ended up submitting. She may be a world class athlete but she still had a lot to learn on what it means to be a wrestler. Just as things were about to spice up, the buzzer went off and the male wrestler would release her before teasing her by tapping her butt which she took rather in good fun.

After pulling her up, she was all good for a cool drink. "Heh, that's the spirit Mizuki-san" he said as the two walked off the mats. He would dig into his gym bag to get a nice cool sports drink for the two of them as well as a pair of fresh towel. He would hand both of them to her while standing next to her. He opened up a bottle for himself while hand his towel hung around his shoulder while he drank from the beverage.

"So, what do you think?" he asked her for her impressions of their first round.