The Fateful Reunion [For Luncha Libre]

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince knew this was not going to be easy, it never would be trying to make peace with someone who he had waged war for years. However, LAW was a new place and a familiar face was a familiar face, good or bad. He had to admit, Santa was one of the best wrestelr's he had wrestled and training with her in private would only help them get better, without anyone knowing or having any rumors being spread or anything like that.

He was glad Santa would admit that he was not a lewd scumback like the rest of Tension back in the days, who only sought sexual gratification in their matches. Once he made his offer, he would stand in front of Santa with his hand extended but the Tigresa still had her reservations, despite seemingly also showing interest in the idea.

"It is a lot to think about, I agree. It isn't easy for me either but I'm willing to take the risk if it means getting better in the ring" he added, putting his hand back down. "It could happen anymore, just not in public. The conditions would be whatever we agree on, without any obligation on either of us." he added. "You could help your girls alot more if you yourself get better, the doctors have told you some time off so that's a good way to lay low and train with me." he offered.

"Im not afraid to say it now Santa but you're one of the best wrestler's I wrestled in AFW. I lost more than I won but the one I won made me proud to beat a wrestler like you. What I would get out of this? I would train with a wrestler like you so I could be the best, we both will train to be the best wrestler and in the end, if its just me and you at the top- we can settle it" he said.

"One week or two, is all I ask. Just you and me, like old times" he finished.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa shifted uncomfortably on the sauna bench, after Daisuke had said his piece. The young man was honestly the man whom she hated the most in all of professional wrestling, maybe in all the world, but … he wasn’t wrong. And maybe she was being unfair. They had managed to talk this long without him saying anything disrespectful to her. Perhaps Daisuke had changed in some respect, since their last meeting?

Maybe finally defeating her had changed him, she thought. Santa Tigresa shivered, thinking back to that fateful match in Mexico, when Daisuke had ultimately defeated her. She still burned with shame at the thought of it, being defeated by her most hated opponent in front of fans that had begged her to give them a win. The shame, the tears, had nearly been enough to make La Santa give up her mask for good …

“You bring some good points,” Santa Tigresa admitted. “My career here in LAW hasn’t exactly been up to my former glories. Not yet, anyway,” La Santa shook her head. “We … we did have a hell of a rivalry, I confess. I would admit, I could sharpen my skills by working with an opponent as … skilled, as you.” Santa Tigresa paused on that last part, finally saying it after some reluctance. She sighed. The chance to train the younger girls of Las Superestrellas had kept her from quitting entirely. Didn’t she owe it to those girls to be the best luchadora that she could be?

“Alright, Daiskue, you have a deal.” Santa Tigresa said, after a long pause. “We can arrange times to meet, and to train together. But nothing more than that!” Santa Tigresa added firmly, pointing a finger toward his face authoritatively. “The moment I can smell even a hint of funny business, our fight won’t be a spar, anymore! You said yourself who won most of our battles, in the past!”

“Until then, however, I will work with you,” Santa Tigresa nodded. “I have a great deal that I wish to accomplish in LAW, and I will need an edge to accomplish it. Killer King still needs to pay for what he’s done, and my girls need the best trainer they can get. So, yes, I can give you a chance, Daisuke.” Santa Tigresa made certain that her towel was firmly tucked beneath her arms, the terrycloth hugging her glistening breasts tightly but staying firm, as she extended a hand. Looking Daisuke firmly in the eye, Santa Tigresa offered a handshake to seal this deal.

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince wanted to make Santa Tigresa at ease, he knew it would take a lot more than words to prove his points to her. Seeing as the two had a harsh relationship, despite the time they spent together, the prince would know why Santa would feel rather skeptical about his little deal. Still, it seemed as if she was willing to listen and after he said his piece, she seemed to be a bit intrigued by his offer but still not totally convinced by it. She would give it some thought before speaking her mind, this time it was Daisuke who would listen closely to what she had to say.

The prince smirked when she would admit that he was a good challenge to her, the two would finally admit that the other was a worthy opponent after years of battling each other. Then she finally agreed, the wrestling prince was a bit relieved. He finally had a dedicated sparring partner in Santa, so he wouldn't have to loiter around or ask for favours. He would nod at her words before raising his arms up innocently "Yeah, that's fair enough. I agree to it" he would say.

"That's right. We both have things we wish to accomplish, as long as we can aid each other in getting there I think this can work. However, I must warn you as well. We will call this a 'spar' but I will be as intense as I was in our matches, verbally and physically. I will wrestle to win, that's the only way we can improve." he said, extending his hand and finally the two shook hands, meeting eye to eye.

"So here's my proposal. It's just the two of us here, we have this place booked for 2 hours so why don't we utilize that time productively? Let's go change into our gear and have ourselves a little sauna wrestling match" he proposed.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa expected the other boot to drop at any moment. Daisuke was being uncharacteristically quiet, surprisingly calm. At any second, the luchadora expected him to make a lewd comment, or call her a dirty name, or try to pull off a sneak attack to strip her towel and leave her humiliated. Instead, he sat on the bench, near her but not too close, and they calmly talked like people. When she spoke, he listened. She caught his smirk, but she could tell it wasn’t meant out of disrespect. Were the two actually communicating like normal human beings, and not hated rivals?

Daisuke even seemed to accept her words in a respectful manner. Santa Tigresa found herself trying not to smile. She was actually feeling a bit pleased with how this was playing out, but the proud luchadora didn’t want him to know that just yet. La Santa still wanted to keep some things close to her chest, even if the only thing covering it was this loose terrycloth towel.

Then, Daisuke started to get into it. Santa Tigresa found her pulse picking up as the Wrestling Prince spoke and gave her his ‘warning.’ His promise to wrestle to win, which made the Tigresa smirk.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Little Prince,” she said, bringing up his old nickname. “If you’re not trying to win, there’s no point to any of this. And there’s no satisfaction to beating you, just like I did in the old days!”

Santa Tigresa was getting a bit riled up, to the point that when Daisuke suggested a sauna match, she was all for it. Hell, the luchadora was about ready to rip her towel off and take him down right here in this steaming room, using her sweat-sheened body to dominate him right then and now. She squashed the thought as quickly as she could.

“Hm … alright, you’re on!” Santa Tigresa said, standing. “Just make sure I don’t hurt you on those hot stones, eh?” The Tigresa flashed a wicked grin, backing toward the door so that she could retrieve her gear, clinging the towel tight to her body.

[Teenwrestler]

For the first time in their careers, they were talking to each other like friends. The two had been going at each other for years, with so much hate- except a few kisses here and there, that it almost felt odd when Daisuke and Tigresa would talk to each other normally. Despite that, Tigresa still had some reservations, or at least she showed them on the outside.

Daisuke wanted to make it clear, despite their agreement and newfound relationship, he was not going to take it easy on the insults and his wrestling once the two would start to wrestle, when they would wrestle he would do it for winning. Santa was totally fine with that, in fact she would encourage it and even refer to him by his old nickname. Daisuke smirked, placing a hand on his hip with as he looked at Santa with an eyebrow raised.

"Oho, you may have beaten me more than I did you but I got you the last time, so I wouldn't be so confident" he said as she stood up to face him, agreeing to wrestle him in a sauna wresting match. Daisuke would nod, "Great. Don't worry about that, I don't think you'll be able to hurt me at all, Santa" he said. He would follow her, opening the door for her to allow her to leave before exiting himself. The two sweat coated rivals would walk together back to the locker room, side by side.

"Heard you have a match against someone in the ring? Making a return if so, this spar would help you for sure?" he said, trying to spark a conversation. "How about an incentive for this match? The winner would decide the time and place, as well as the match type for our next private spar?" he said with a smile. The two got close to the locker room, Daisuke would open the door for her and the two would enter it together.

"Also, how about dinner after the match. You free?" he proposed, going to the locker to grab his gym bag before heading to the shower / changing area.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Oh yes, you got me that last time,” Santa Tigresa said, face crinkling as she was forced to admit it. “But we’ll see who beats who on THE last time, eh?” The proud luchadora was getting worked up now, and part of her knew it. She took some deep breaths, steadying her nerves. Santa Tigresa had been through some matches here in LAW, but this was something of a special moment. This time, she was starting to feel some of the passion she had come back. For wrestling. For lucha libre. For competition.

She would walk with Daisuke, caught up in the moment. Things were going well, to the point where Santa Tigresa was almost suspicious. In the past, the two had tried to tear each other apart. Tonight, Daisuke seemed different. The same but changed. Perhaps he was becoming mature, in the time since they met? Not once had he insulted her, or really threatened her. Not that his threats in the past went beyond their profession, really. But that arrogance seemed a little less grating, somehow. Still, she smirked when he commented about not being able to hurt him.

“How quickly you forget, Little Prince,” Santa Tigresa told him. “Perhaps next time, I should leave some marks. So you can remember me!” Smirking, she heard out Daisuke’s offer. She grinned, thinking that the bet could spice things up a little bit.

“Alright,” Santa Tigresa agreed, finally. “Yes, that sounds agreeable to me! And I do have a match coming up,” Santa Tigresa ducked around some lockers, to get her bags and change into her sparring gear. First, however, she needed to towel her body off. “How did you know that? Are you stalking me, little Prince?” Santa Tigresa laughed after that.

“And dinner? Hm, perhaps I would let you buy me dinner, maybe get back some of your pride after I beat you, eh?” Santa Tigresa said. “I have no time I need to be back. My girls in Las Superestrellas are grown women, they can fend for themselves.” Santa Tigresa, when she was sure she was out of sight, would shout back to Daisuke as she toweled off, cupping her ample breasts in the terrycloth, and wiping the sweat off her body before she reached for her gym bag to get properly dressed.

[Teenwrestler]

This was different, this was nice.

For the first time in years, their taunts to each other were lighthearted and had no malice. Just a bit of teasing to fire up the other but without really insulting the other. "I did, didn't I?" he said with a low chuckle but Santa was quick to look ahead to the future. "After that match, I plan to win all our future matches until you'll finally admit I am better" he said with a grin whilst the two walked into the locker room together.

"Oh,I haven't forgotten anything about you Santa. I still remember all our matches, do not worry about leaving a mark." he said, complimenting her a bit. "Good, good" he said nodding, glad that Santa find his terms agreeable for their future endeavors. "Hah! hardly, I just like to keep a close on the competition that's all" he was quick to make an excuse.

"Oho still the confident Santa I remember huh? Well, that sounds like a plan. So its set, a dinner, date and wrestling evening" he laughed out as the two entered the shower area, separated by a few cubicles. Daisuke would towel himself off before changing into his grey CK wrestling briefs. There was no need for a shower just yet, as the two would be sweating it out soon in a hot sauna match. With that, the wrestling prince would return back to the common locker room area, waiting for Tigresa.

"So....it's a date then?" he called out to her. Daisuke and Tigresa had moments before, they had kissed more than once. The prince was found of her no doubt, despite what she was in the ring the wrestling prince liked the fire and desire in her. "We wrestle, I beat you and then we have dinner?" he chuckled.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa was surprised by all of this. When she’d first seen Daisuke in the steam room, she had immediately flashed back to the worst parts of their relationship. The shouting, the bitter insults, the competition that seemed life or death. Instead, he was respectful, rational … even complimentary, a few times. The rivals had their ups and downs, but it seemed that things were different, now. Santa Tigresa found herself in a good mood. Of course, it remained to be seen if that good mood could survive this sparring match …

If she were honest, Santa Tigresa had to admit her return to international wrestling had been less than glorious. Her LAW debut, regardless of how it turned out, had been a chaotic mess. She’d suffered more indignities than she could count. Then, the beating she got from King … maybe, she thought, this could help her reconnect with her roots. Reignite some passion.

Santa Tigresa had pulled her skimpy tights over her body, still a little slick from the steam room. Her brown skin was shining in the locker room lights and pulling her ring gear over it was a little bit difficult. La Santa made the necessary adjustments, tucked everything into place so that her generous curves should remain where they were meant to be, and she stepped out. The luchadora was, as almost always when she was in a professional setting, in full gear. She threw her hair back as she looked Daisuke up and down.

“A date?” Santa Tigresa smirked. Uncharacteristically, it seemed like the fierce luchadora was taken aback for a moment, unsure what to say. “Call it whatever you like, little prince, just don’t go getting ahead of yourself. After I beat you down, you might not want to be seen in public!” The Tigresa gave him a playful wink, keeping the mood light as she brushed past him, letting her hair whip his shoulder, as she led the way to where they could spar.

[Teenwrestler]

Daisuke would wait for his opponent back in the locker room, he felt good and was ready to go. The wrestling prince would adjust his briefs, his body was now no longer glistening in sweat for the moment but he knew once they would reemerge in the sauna room, things would get hot and wet. Soon enough, Santa would make her way back to the locker room to meet Daisuke. She wore her traditional wrestling gear, with the mask and everything minus the boots. The two would stare each other down, looking up at each other from head to toe.

She seemed to be in good shape, not in perfect shape when she was when she trained extra hard for their oil wrestling match with her mask on the line but she still was the proud luchadora he knew and she had kept herself in good enough shape. "Yeah, a wrestling date" he said chuckling.

"You seem very confident about beating me but when we enter the sauna room, I think the steam and sweat will be a bit too much for you to handle but luckily for you, after that things would get easy after I treat you dinner" he said. With that, Tigresa moved past him, her hair whipping his shoulder as she lead the way. Daisuke would follow her back to the sauna room they met in.

When they were close enough, Daisuke would side step her and open the door for her "After you" he said, letting her go first. Once she would enter, the prince would move in after her and then close the door, back in the sauna room but this time in their wrestling attire. Daisuke stretched his arms and legs a bit before pointing to the sauna meter dial, which was turned off. It had 4 levels, with level 1 being the lowest level of steam and 4 the highest.

"So, we wrestle until one of us submits? How about we start with the low steam? Not sure if you can handle the heat" he playfully said while approaching her, tapping her abs gently. With that, the prince would press up to her as he always did before their matches but with this time a smile on his face as he went head to head, nose to nose.....almost lip to lip.

"What do you say?" he asked her.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Hmm,” Santa Tigresa smirked and chuckled at Daisuke’s threats. They seemed much more playful than they had in the past. Less insulting, much less confrontational than the wrestling prince had been in the past. Stepping past him briskly, the proud luchadora held her head high, and her chest thrust forward proudly. She whipped him with her hair a little, mainly because she didn’t want him to see her smiling.

“Don’t worry about me, Little Prince,” La Santa said, “I’m more worried about you! Poor thing, not accustomed to sweating a day in your life. I’ve actually worked to get where I am, so I don’t mind working up a little sweat. You, though? Well, don’t worry about when you need to submit. I just want you to know, when you give up, I won’t think badly of you. Unless you beg too much, of course!”

The two of them reached the sauna quickly, and Santa Tigresa nodded approvingly as Daisuke got the door for her. In the past, La Santa might have expected a sneak attack, or some kind of dirty trick here. Now, she just stepped inside the door with a polite nod.

“Someone seems to have taught you some manners along the way, eh?” The Tigresa said, teasingly, entering the sauna. She paced around the room, letting the warm air embrace her skin. She took a deep breath, her bust swelling against her tight ring gear. She exhaled slowly, trying to get her body and lungs ready for the contest ahead. In Mexico, the luchadora was used to working outdoor matches in sometimes sweltering heat, but this was a different animal. Letting her body adjust gradually, La Santa turned to face her opponent. If he was watching her, he would have seen the shimmer her skin was developing in the sauna air.

“Low heat is fine,” Santa agreed, as Daisuke moved in her direction to adjust the sauna. Her breath caught in her chest as he came right into her personal space, feeling not just the heat of the sauna but the heat off his body coming dangerously close. She could smell him, as his face came close to her own, and her tongue ran over her lips.

“Oh, I can handle the heat,” Santa Tigresa told him, after a brief pause. “Just make sure you don’t get burned, Little Prince!” Smirking, the Tigresa returned his taunt by squaring her shoulders, pressing her ample bust against his body. “How about we lock up?” The Tigresa would then take a wide step back, arms extended, challenging him to lock up with her.