Hell's Angel (For Berial)

Smothers sucked so bad.

It wasn’t part of her usual repertoire at first, but the more she worked them into her tactics the more she started to enjoy using them. They were effective and good to use in just about any situation. Chizuru had been on the receiving end of more than her fair share between her matches with Freia, Panther, and Beauty every other buxom top-tier wrestler between them handing her easy losses.

This was her first time being smothered by a person of the opposite sex. Surprisingly not as pleasant. Beauty and Panther at least perfumed themselves before they went to compete.

Thankfully everyone seemed to forget that just because Chizuru was known for her suplexing arms didn’t mean that she didn’t have flexible legs. Daisuke was experiencing that firsthand as his large body was suddenly thrown off of her. Chizuru quickly rolled backward and came down on her feet. Her forearm came to her nose as she shook her head at the air, trying to get the smell free from nostrils to little effect.

“Pleh! You should have showered this morning!” Chizuru wiped her face across one last time before she finally stood back up and readied into her grappling stance. There wasn’t really any reason to rush into him like this while she caught her breath. She’d never wrestled in a sauna before. It was so...humid!

It was definitely not one of Daisuke's orthodox maneuvers nor was he one of the biggest fans of this. However, with Chizuru choosing to smother him with her breasts earlier on, that too in a much more humid wrestling environment there was no he was not going to get payback on her especially after the countless time he had been put into smothers before by the many female wrestlers of LAW. It was high time they were given a taste of their own medicine.

The former Wrestle Angel would curl her legs back and hook them around his waist, using her leg strength to push him off. Both of them would soon roll away and get back up to their feet. Their bodies were glistening of sweat while Daisuke panted heavily. Noticing Chizuru bringing her hands up in a grappling stance, he would do the same but would take an offence to her taunt.

"Y-you! I did shower right before our match!" he protested before getting in closer for a clinch. He attempted to lock up against his opponent, looking to press up against her while trying to push her back against the sauna wall to get the upperhand.

Chizuru may have still been a little flustered when she spat those words out. Wrestling against a man was a new experience for her in a lot of ways. After several years of hardcore experience with the Wrestle Angels, the concept was pretty foreign to her. She hadn’t even seen many men around a pro-wrestling ring in those times aside from the President.

It was a learning curve, to say the least. Being in AFW meant she had to adjust to a lot of different styles and a lot of different opponents. Especially if she wanted to be the best of the best. She was just picturing what Blade would be doing in this situation and bet that the Okinawan would have had Daisuke beaten two minutes ago with one hand while swinging her favorite Asahi in another.

Daisuke went for psychological warfare and it worked on her. It wasn’t like she actually expected him to- “...huh? You really did shower? Before a match?”

Wasn’t that kind of...pointless? She needed more guy friends.

There was no way Daisuke was going to be one of them at this rate. Chizu shrugged off the humiliating hold she was just put in and eagerly rushed to lock hands with the Tension veteran in a clinch. Normally, meeting the male wrestler on even footing would have been no problem at all for Chizuru. Things were set to change, however, as the sweat and oil mixed through her body and formed tiny pools on the floor after their scuffle. Her feet had trouble finding purchase and, even as the Wrestle Angel strained and bared her teeth to fight on both fronts, her footing betrayed her. With a yelp, her balance was thrown off and she found herself pinned against the wall with both hands still fiercely pushing back against Daisuke.

Even on the failing end of the clinch, Chizu seemed determined to not give up her struggle. Maybe she was just that stubborn.

Looking at her in a confused manner, Chizuru really had him flustered and annoyed with her words. She was a clutz but he couldn't deny that she wasn't a good wrestler. "W-well yeah! Didn't you? Doesn't everyone? I-I mean...I take hygiene seriously." he said trying to focus his thoughts in the intense heat and humid conditions.

Her tactics were not going to cause him to lose the grapple and he remained focused. Dai would push and press up against the hot and sweaty body of his opponent as the two shuffled around but it was the prince who ultimately managed to push her back against the wall, pinning her arms up above her head against the wooden wall of the sauna while pressing himself up against her to show that he was the one who managed to out-grapple her.

"Not so tough are you now huh?" he said while panting heavily. After making his point, Daisuke would release her wrists and instead attempt to wrap his arms around her waist from the front and attempt to lift her off her feet before bending backwards and attempting to launch her up and over him to slam her down onto her back to execute a belly to belly suplex! If that was successful, the prince would quickly throw himself onto her for a quick pinfall attempt.

Oil wrestling wasn't all that common in Wrestle Angels. Chizuru's old promotion was a lot more straight-laced compared to AFW. The only ones that volunteered for those matches were the ones that had enough confidence in their bodies and their wrestling to not care about outside opinions. Experts like Panther-san, or Kagami, or Beauty; the figureheads of a new industry that made sexiness an art.

Being able to handle yourself on slippery footing like this must have been what separated the champions from the rest. On the outside, Chizuru had seen these kinds of fights as pretty silly. She thought they were more about the spectacle than anything else. Now that she was standing her, struggling to keep her footing and having her grip nearly slipping free of Daisuke’s hands. Chizuru was more green than she may have realized. AFW was a world of new wrestling techniques.

The German-Suplex girl grunted as her back hit the wall and the Japanese male slammed into her. A reversal of fate played out in front of her as Daisuke suddenly turned the tables of their contest of strength. Even against the wall her feet kept sliding around underneath her. Chizuru still refused to buckle. There was no way she was going to back down now. She was a Wrestle Angel. She would beat Daisuke at his own game and show him just what that meant.

Chizuru threw her head forward and rammed her rock-solid skull straight into Daisuke's face with a trademark headbutt. If she was able to stun him, the Suplex Fighter would quickly wrap her arms around Daisuke's hips and lift him up from the floor before she pivoted her hips and dropped him on his side with a swift body slam.

The tide of the match was certainly turning and turning in the favour of the prince. It seemed that Chizuru was struggling to get her bearings after that little smother she was put into and the grapple contest ended up in the favour of Daisuke who had managed to out-wrestle and out-grapple the former Wrestle Angel by pushing her back against the sauna room room. Her back was flat against the wooden wall while Daisuke pressed himself up against her, slamming his front against her own to smack their abs, making her winded out in the process.

He was about to say something witty before transitioning into something else but just as he grinned and was about to say something, Chizuru smacked her forehead into Daisuke's face for a sudden headbutt. "Owwwww what the hell?! Owww t-that really hurt" Daisuke cried out in pain, clutching his head as he staggered back. That was not the end, the female wrestler lunged at the male to wrap her arms around his body from the front, pulling their sweat soaked bodies together before pulling him up off the floor and slamming him down hard on the wooden floor.

"AHHHHHHHH!" he cried out, bridging up and clutching his lower back in pain.

Bam! He didn’t see that coming, did he?

Every opponent Chizuru ever had the honor of wrestling seemed really determined to keep Chizuru’s arms as far away from them as possible. Earning the title of German-Suplex Master came with a lot of unearned assumptions. The biggest one was assuming that Chizuru needed her hands to be dangerous. The last thing that she

Her head slammed into Daisuke’s face hard enough to set her free. Taking him from upright down to the floor didn’t take the Wrestle Angel longer than a quarter of a second. Daisuke was feeling it all over. However, she knew better than to think this would keep him down for long. While she had the better position in this kind-of awkward match, she had to make the most of it. His back was hurting pretty bad. Could she make that even worse?

Always.

Being dazed wasn’t enough to slow the German girl down. Chizuru quickly pushed him onto his stomach before she climbed onto his back. The Wrestle Angel reached over and grabbed his legs, hooking them under her arms as she slowly leaned back and sat down on the prince’s back, pressuring his spine with a world-class Boston crab.

The headbutt certainly left the prince dazed and confused. He staggered back away from Chizuru, the steam from the sauna made his vision impaired as he couldn't even see the Angel rush into him after she had managed to headbutt him. From the strike followed a body slam which left the prince reeling on the wooden floor, his back in considerable pain while he clutched it and was howling in pain.

The steamy conditions weren't helping either as it was harder to catch his breath after being slammed due to the musty conditions. It was going to get a lot worse because the German woman would flip Daisuke over onto his belly before mounting his back and grabbing both of his legs, curling him up in a "C" like position to trap him in a Boston Crab submission.

"N-Nani?!Gaaaahhh!" he moaned in pain, shaking his head and trying to look for a set of ropes only to realize there were none and he couldn't count on a rope break to get out of this one. Daisuke would look to reach back to grab her ankles, yanking on them as hard as he could to try and disbalance her and jerk to the right to try and topple her off his back.

The German-Suplex Wrestler poured as much strength as she could muster into her Boston Crab. Chizuru had a knack for the classics and the time to practice them again and again while she was still living with her best friends. While lots of people preferred a world-class gym and top trainers, all she needed was a good friend that was willing to make her go the distance. Sparring with all of your heart reflected in the wrestling ring. That was what Rei believed at least and so far it seemed to be working.

Even with the difficult grip, Chizuru was managing to keep her heavier male opponent steady. She had to count her lucky stars that Daisuke was on the leaner end. She could only imagine how badly this would have worked out if she’d tried this sort of stunt on a beast like Grizzly Yamamoto. Somewhat nostalgic memories of being trampled by the bear wrestler floated by her inner thoughts. They became a subtle reminder to Chizuru to redouble her efforts as she promptly yanked back on the Boston Crab. She was good. She was in control.

That was until she felt her ankle being yanked out from under her! Chizuru gasped and fell to one knee before she could even react. She moved quickly to try and recover her balance, only for her to be sent falling on her side towards the mat when Daisuke twisted free underneath her. Cheap play!

Chizuru wouldn't let him get off that easily! Her legs wrapped themselves around Daisuke's waist as she was toppled over. The German girl’s legs locked at the ankles, constructing him with a pair of bodyscissors as her side hit the floor. Even if the oil was making it a little difficult to maintain on the fly, she was determined to keep him close and squeeze some more fight out of him.

Her reputation as the German Suplex master was certainly exceeding her. Not only did she had a mean German Suplex but she was not bad in submission wrestling at all. Daisuke was experiencing that first hand too with his body being bent into a C like position with Chizuru yanking his legs back towards his head while having them secured under her armpit.

To his credit, he did not stop struggling despite the heat and the steam that continuously blew from the sauna vents. It was getting hard to breathe and the sweat just made everything difficult. Luckily, it also allowed his opponent to have a shaky grip and with a few tugs of her ankle he had managed to topple her off and she fell to her side.

Before he would slither away though, the former Angel would wrap her legs around his waist to keep him close and squeeze him hard. "Arrghhh! Damn you and this heat....hah.....curse this sweat too" he moaned finding it hard to deal with the steamy conditions. Daisuke would press his palms against the wet floor, pushing him up a bit before falling back down!

"AHHHHH SCREW THIS" he yelled, seeming unable to cope up against Chizuru in these harsh conditions.