Hell's Angel (For Berial)

Exhausted. Tired. Wanting to take a big old nap?
Those were nice descriptors, but nothing that could be put into words accurately described the overwhelming fatigue and pain that Chizuru’s body was in. The sauna had sapped her body faster than she had expected. Her body had long since run out of sweat to cool her down. As she lay on the floor, hearing her opponent moan so close to her, Chizuru understood that it was now or never. The only saving grace for her was that Daisuke seemed to be going through the same issue. Three suplexes would do that to him even outside of this one-hundred-degree room.

But maybe, just maybe, she had one more to repay him.

With her last reserves of stamina, Chizuru shakily rose and moved on her knees over to Daisuke. The German-Suplex Master reached down and gripped his head as she slowly brought him up with her from the floor. Once they were on two feet, she would quickly duck behind him and put her head between his legs, putting the Prince on her shoulders as she stood up tall. She moved a little too fast, bringing her into a stumble, but only for a moment. She righted herself and looked up at her arrogant adversary before she proudly proclaimed, “It’s over!”

Chizuru threw Daisuke up off her shoulders before she suddenly caught him by the waist. Seamlessly, the Wrestle Angel fell backward and slammed him harshly into the wooden floor with the intent to crush his pride beneath her Indra’s Wrath.

The trio of German suplexes really left Daisuke down and out of it. His head was fuzzy, his body was drenched in his own and his opponent's sweat and his back was really feeling quite sore. In truth, if the Wrestle Angel would have gone for the pin then and there, he would have stayed down for the count. However, Chizuru would take some time to rest up too. It was clear that the extreme conditions had taken its toll on both of them.

Not really looking to get back up on his feet any time soon, Daisuke was pulled up on his feet unwillingly by Chizuru who was looking to finish things. Daisuke would bring his hands up to guard but she would go down low, placing her head in between his thighs to pull him up over her shoulder.

"Nrgh w-what the?" he gasped before being pulled off her shoulders and Chizuru caught him by the waist mid air and slammed him down hard onto his back to execute her finisher! "AHHHHHH" he cried, now laying sprawled out on the floor.

Chizuru screamed out as she finally slammed the Wrestling Prince into the floor for a third and final time! The execution of her finisher reverberated off the walls and sent a shockwave across the linoleum. The attack left the Wrestle Angel rolling over onto her stomach beside her opponent. Her chest rose and fell steadily with deep breaths in and out. Her overtaxed muscles felt like a million weights underneath her skin. She could barely lift a finger, she was so exhausted.

But she knew she’d done enough. The monster girl forced her head to rise from the floor and looked over at Daisuke.

She moved slowly, slumping her way across the few inches between herself and Daisuke before she threw her arm out across his chest. Chizuru gripped his side and used him to pull herself on top of him, pressing their chests together as she gasped out the countdown.

“...One…Two…”

She certainly did earn her reputation of having a mean German suplex and Daisuke did learn why that was the case. After slamming him down repeatedly in the famous suplex, she would finish the combination up with her finisher, the Indra's wrath, leaving Daisuke down and out for good. However, it took its toll on the Wrestle Angel too as she was exhausted and dropped down onto her belly next to him.

Both of them were beyond exhausted but there could be only one winner. With that, she would push herself beyond the limit to grab Daisuke's chest and pull herself up onto him so that the two were chest to chest. There was no space between their sweat coated bodies and Daisuke felt her dominance, her body on top was sending him a statement that he had been conquered.

She would count and Daisuke had no response, she would get to the count of "three" which signaled the end of the match. As soon as it did, the steam flowing through the vents would subside and the vents opened as did the door, letting some fresh air in and some of the heat outside.

It was over, Daisuke had lost to Chizuru!