Smother Oil Match
Swimsuit Attire
Victory Via Smother
Tonight, Ayame was going to compete in her second match and this time she planned to win this match! Her first match went a little awkwardly and she met her first rival. She intended to show a better image of herself tonight by beating her next opponent about whom she didn't know much, except that she was taller than her.
She was on her way to the ring when a member of the staff called her and showed up dressed in a simple bikini. The blond-haired ojou walked with grace and elegance but above all with a sway of her hips which drew the audience's attention to something other than her chest which bounced with each step. She climbed onto the ring full of oil and barely stood up, she fell on her stomach, sighing in pain and stood up with the help of the ropes and to the laughter of the audience. It started off badly, it was the first time that Ayame found herself in a ring full of oil and she would need time to get used to it.
She waited for her opponent while holding against the ropes, a little uncomfortable and with trembling legs. Ayame
If Ivy Aster had to pick one trait about Tiki Lowell, her mentor, which she would consider both the best and worst thing about her, it would be that the long-tenured veteran seemed to love going out her way to make the rookie uncomfortable at every opportunity. Ivy was put off by it for obvious reasons, but she still understood Tiki did it to make her stronger. By putting Ivy in these spots, Tiki was forcing her student to grow and adapt to difficult situations.
Today's trial was Ivy's first erotic match; smother wrestling, specifically. The majority of Ivy's time as a wrestler was in scholastic leagues, before she had grown old enough to fight professionally. Those matches were rightfully designed to be as non-sexualized as possible. Then in the couple years Ivy had been a pro before coming to Japan, she had been in England, whose wrestling leagues still held a more standard lean.
Japan, of course, was a wholly different beast. Even in a purely standard match, no ref in LAW would stop a wrestler from playing with their opponent's body, or attacking them in an erotic manner. Ivy knew that Tiki was just giving the rookie her first taste before somebody less well-intentioned put it upon her by force. The Englishwoman knew that her opponent was also a rookie, and not considered to be very skilled, though she did have a body very well suited to smothering. Ivy wasn't worried, she knew Tiki was taking care of her. Ring Attire
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Ivy made her entrance, and quickly spotted her sister in the crowd. At this point, Hortensia came to so many of her matches that Ivy had to wonder how much time her sister actually spent back home in England these days, or possibly how much she was spending on plane fare. But something was different this time, Hortensia had a camera rolling, fixated on her. And Ivy saw the smile of hers that meant she knew something. Tiki herself was sitting with Hortensia as well. Whether she was just looking after her sister, or was here for a deeper reason remained to be seen.
Ivy would find out just what Hortensia knew as she began to climb into the ring. She stuck her leg through the ropes before recoiling her foot as she saw what the ring was coated in. "O-oil?" she gasped. "I wasn't told about this!" Ivy's head snapped towards Tiki, who smiled and put an arm around Hortensia.
"We thought about your opponent for a bit, and we figured a little handicap would be appropriate," Tiki said.
"You got this Ivy! I know you'll still kick her butt!" called Hortensia.
Ivy looked back at the two with an annoyed look on her face, but stepped into the ring nonetheless. Her feet moved carefully, succeeding in keeping herself upright. Ivy knew she'd have to fight differently with the oil in play. Her aerials would have to be limited to moves that would leave herself on the ground as well, as landing on her feet would be nigh impossible. Her submissions would be easier for her opponent to escape as well. This certainly was a handicap for Ivy. Putting that aside for the moment, though, Ivy addressed her opponent, "Greetings, I wish the best of luck to you in our match."
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This is a post made to conclude the thread since it would have otherwise been discontinued on account of Bearhug Goddess dropping Ayame from their roster.
The oil that had meant to serve as Ivy's handicap had instead utterly crippled Ayame. The purplette's preferred style was hindered, yes. But the blonde's ability to even move was all but stripped from her on account of an ability to adapt to the oil. The most movement that Ayame did was at the hands of Ivy, rather than of her own choice.
Ivy utterly dominated the match as a result of the oil's impact. It's likely that she would have done so anyways, but the presence of the slippery substance removed any doubt. Hold after slam after slam after hold, the Englishwoman bullied her smaller foe all across the ring. Ayame's massive bust bounced all over the place as she got manhandled, seemingly at constant risk of slipping free of her bikini. Eventually, a Ceiling Hold that the blonde thrashed particularly hard in freed her breasts and displayed them to the world.
Seemingly in an attempt to maintain any level of dignity or control, boasted at the superiority of her chest after it had been bared. That was her biggest mistake in the match; giving Ivy's sister Hortensia an idea. She yelled for her older sister to defeat Ayame by smothering the blonde with her own breasts, and that's just what Ivy did.
Ivy folded Ayame's body into a ball, positioned so that her face was forced between her breasts, and then held the ojou in place with her arms wrapped around the blonde's body in a tight grip despite the oil. After that, Ivy just had to hold Ayame there until she stopped struggling. Once the match was won, Ivy made sure to give her sister and Tiki both a very oily hug before she hit the showers.
