Miriam Molina vs. Divine - Essential Oils

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Oil Hardstyle Hentai
Victory Conditions: Victory can only be obtained by making your opponent orgasm after a pinfall, submission, or knockout.

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Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinally.

Divine had been in LAW for how long now? Months, she swore. The better part of a year, certainly. Too long for her to be going without match, but every week she asked, she’d been given similar answers. They were having trouble getting the oil ring setup. They couldn't find willing opponents. They wanted to debut some other big name and save her more niche matches for another time. Excuse, excuse, excuse. She would even concede that one or two of those excuses might be valid, but that didn’t make her any less anxious.

She was getting paid, sure, but she wasn’t the type to work for nothing. She’d come to LAW to oil wrestle, not hang around in her apartment all day watching Netflix with the chill. So, when they told her it was time for her first oil match in LAW, she was excited.

When they told her it would be a hardstyle hentai oil match, she was on the moon, and she hadn't stopped smiling from the moment she was told yesterday until now, when she came out from the curtain and made her way to the ring,

while her

played in the background.

She came down with a sultry strut, flashing the occasional glance to the appreciative crowd, but most of her focus was in the ring, where LAW’s staff had done an admirable job of turning the standard LAW ring into one fit for oil wrestling. The ropes and puts were removed, and the white surface was covered with a shimmering oil - cocoa butter, from its smell. Good to know that they took her suggestions to heart, even as they’d wrote her off.

Divine breathed deep, took a running start near the bottom of the ramp, and hopped up onto the slippery surface, knees first. The momentum carried her to the center, where she swung her leg about and spun about in the oil, tossing and twisting and turning, getting herself covered in the warm substance. Her favorite pre-match ritual, it always helped to reacquaint with the sensations before the opponent arrived.

Speaking of whom, Divine was eager to see who they were putting her up against. She laid into a Venus pose as her music faded and focused up the ramp with a knowing smile and wild eyes…

[Fortaleza]

A backstage crew would knock on the door, mostly for Miriam, but he was also wondering about the other crew member. She was supposed to let Miriam know her debut match would begin in a few minutes, but she hadn’t come back. The Spaniard would open the door, with a welcoming smile. “Well hello there. You look even more hansome.” She said, looking up and down at the hunk. The guy looked nervous, but eventually told her that her match was about to start. “Oh yes, I’m ready. Like what you see?” She would be wearing a red bikini that accentuate her green eyes. She shakes her breasts at him, making him more flustered. “Oh, you must be wondering about the other one. Don’t worry, she’s just resting here.” She opened the door, seeing a woman handcuffed to a chair, but also unconsious. Also, her trousers and thong were pulled down, seeing the pool of juices on the floor, leaking from her pussy. “She and I had a good time. Maybe if you’re lucky, I might see you for some fun.” The man’s dick went hard at the sight of it, his face going red, which amused Miriam, since she wasn’t interested in him. But he knew they would ogle at her regardless. “If you’d excuse me, I have a match to win.” She said, walking past him. He tried looking down, in thoughs of not wanting to stare too much, only to see the wet footprints and Miriam wiping something off her feet with a towel. What happened in there wouldn’t be explained until the crew member wakes up.





Her theme music played, with that matching the roar of the crowd being music to her ears. Miriam’s pulse quickened as she stepped through the curtain. She strut like she’s in a catwalk, in nothing but her bikini. The oil match had been a long time coming, and the mere thought of dominating in that slippery, shimmering setting sent a thrill down her spine. Miriam’s lips curled into a sly smile. This was her domain, her battlefield, and tonight, she will make yet another name submit to her. The spotlight caught the figure, highlighting the toned curves from years of dance and combat. The crowd wouldn’t know what she is capable of, neither would her opponent, but Miriam seeks to show why they should adore her—or fear her.

As the Spaniard approached the ramp, her eyes locked on the ring, now transformed into a glistening canvas of cocoa-butter-scented oil. A fitting setting for the double debut spectacle about to unfold. She let her gaze drift to the figure already in the ring. Divine. Supposedly known for her flamboyance and skill. But tonight, she would experience something entirely new. She reached the edge of the ring, pausing for a moment to let the crowd drink in the sight of her. With a fluid motion, Miriam stepped onto the mat, her bare feet meeting the slick surface. The warmth of the oil spread instantly, a sensation both comforting and invigorating. She knelt down, running her fingers along the mat. “Miriam Molina. But you may call me Miriam. You’ll have plenty of moments to say my name.”

[BlackAkuma]

Well, hello there.

Divine looked on with a curious eye as her opponent neared the ring. Shakira? It had been a good while since she heard that voice, and she bobbed her head along with the music as she looked on. Waiting, watching, eager to see who they would have for her. Her slim smile widened as a svelte figure came stalking towards the ring - someone had made a good decision.

Miriam Molina. Cute name, a little alliteration. A wonderful body to go along with it, too - young, fulsome, vibrant. A little cocky, too, judging from the way she introduced herself, but Divine wouldn’t begrudge her confidence. With a body like that, she had a right to be.

But could she keep up on the oil? That remained to be seen.

Divine swung her legs about and took up position, mirroring Miriam’s in the center of the ring, eyes forward and focused. The referee stood nearby in her striped bikini, carefully giving them all the needed space. ”Oh, I’ll say your name plenty, I believe that. But you will be screaming mine.”

Some healthy trashtalk, a wink, and they were off.

The bell rang and Divine kicked things off a slow pace, stalking about the ring on all fours, two jungle cats circling each other. She jolted forward every few steps, trying to test Miriam’s reactions, but she committed to nothing just yet, wanting to get a good feel for the way this woman worked before she made any big decisions.

[Fortaleza]

Miriam stepped into the ring with an air of confidence, her bare feet gliding smoothly over the oil-slicked mat. Her dark, emerald eyes locked onto Divine’s, studying her opponent with a sharp, focused gaze. Divine’s slow, deliberate movements on all fours were predatory, calculated, like a panther sizing up its prey. Miriam felt no intimidation. She crouched low, mirroring the fluid motions of her opponent, her hands brushing the slick surface for balance as the two circled one another. Her opponent’s words lingered in the air, a playful threat laced with arrogance, and Miriam couldn’t help the sly grin that spread across her lips. “Scream?” Miriam’s tone was light, teasing. “Sweetheart, the only thing I’ll be screaming is, ‘Is that all you’ve got?’ Best hope the crowd screams it for you…in support for the loser.”

The bell rang, its sharp tone cutting through the tension, and the match began. Miriam crouched, her knees bent, her body low to the ground, ready to move. Her eyes tracked Divine’s every movement as the older woman circled her on all fours like a predator stalking prey. Miriam could see the calculated sharpness in Divine’s gaze, the way she tested the waters with small jolts forward, gauging her reactions. Miriam didn’t take the bait. She moved in tandem with Divine, her body fluid and controlled, her hands sliding easily across the oil-slicked mat as she mirrored her opponent’s movements. The tension was palpable, the crowd’s cheers a dull roar in the background as the two wrestlers sized each other up. When Miriam finally lunged, iu was with a sudden burst. She reached for Miriam’s legs, looking to take her off balance, but she would suddenly pivot sharply on one foot, her body twisting to the side as she sought to slip past Divine, attempting to take the opponent’s back with a waistlock.

[BlackAkuma]

Confident, Miriam was. Not that this was a problem, of course - ‘confident’ was precisely what Divine wanted from her opening match. While she would always be happy to slip and slide with some fawning newbie, she wanted to show what she could do in her first outing, and if Miriam could keep up, that would make things so much easier.

The bell rang, and the two kept their distance for a little while, with Miriam holding back on her feet as Divine stayed on all fours. With oil wrestling, control was king, and you often had to fight the oil as much as you fought your foe. The sexy lioness act made for an excellent image, but it was also practical, giving her a broad base to work with. It made it easy for her to move back and forth, teasing and tempting Miriam, giving her a little rope to hang herself with. She just had to be patient, wait a little while, and then…

When Miriam came, she came fast, going for Divine’s leg. She whipped around, keeping it out of harm’s way, but her opponent was quick to adjust and moved behind her. Strong, slender arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a waistlock, vying for control.

Not going to happen. Divine pushed up and pushed back, just enough to create some space, then dropped all of her body and slid out of the hold, flopping onto her shoulders beneath Miriam. At the same time, she brought her legs up and over, and tried to snag her opponent’s head, attempting to capture her in a scissorhold before she could take advantage of the position.

[Fortaleza]

Miriam felt the shift the moment Divine dropped, her body slick with oil as she slipped from the waistlock like liquid silk. The loss of control was fleeting, a heartbeat’s worth of space between them, but in oil wrestling, a heartbeat was all it took for momentum to shift. Divine’s legs swung up, aiming for her head in a swift, calculated attempt at a scissorhold. It was an elegant counter—fast, dangerous, the kind of maneuver that could snare an inexperienced wrestler and end a contest before it truly began.

But Miriam was no novice.She reacted on instinct, twisting her body just enough to avoid the full force of Divine’s legs. The slickness of the oil aided her, allowing her to slide just out of the scissor’s deadly grasp, but Divine was still partially hooked around her. Miriam felt the weight of her opponent’s legs press against her shoulder, the tension of the attempted trap still lingering, waiting to be sealed. She would not be caught.

Instead of retreating, Miriam embraced the moment, shifting her balance to make it her own. Her strong, toned legs flexed as she planted her foot against the oil-slicked canvas, the other leg lifting in a swift, fluid motion. With a burst of fluid force, she arched back, bringing her foot up and pressing the sole against Divine’s throat in an unorthodox yet effective counter. The oil made her slide with the motion, easing her into position rather than forcing a harsh break. Her body curved in a controlled bridge, spine arched, muscles taut, her toes curling slightly against the soft skin beneath them. It wasn’t a conventional hold, but it was hers—graceful, commanding, unpredictable.

[BlackAkuma]

While Divine liked Molina so far, she wasn’t under any delusions for how this match was going to go. Most wrestlers - hell, people in general - were just not used to fighting in oil, and she often enjoyed that advantage. They would fall for the simplest of setups, things that would never catch them dry, and she would usually ride that to victory.

In theory.

In practice, things might be a little more difficult. A shocked gasped escaped her lips when Miriam partially slid out of her grasp, showing some impressive resources despite being put in an unconventional space. She thought she still had some chance of salvaging thing with her leg still being hooked, but that was not the case.

Instead of capturing Miriam, Divine found herself to be the one in danger, with her leg caught and a foot against her throat. A unique hold, even as oil wrestling went, and one she didn't wish to be in for long. Using the slipperiness to her advantage, she planted her palms flat on the canvas and pulled away with a hard tug, trying to roll away and reset on her knees a few feet away.

[Fortaleza]

Miriam didn’t know Divine well—not yet, anyway—but the surprise that flickered across the woman’s expression was all she needed to see. It was a look she’d grown quite fond of over the past few years. The crowd might have pegged her as another pretty rookie destined to be swallowed whole by the mat. But Miriam slid like she’d been born into the oil, using every inch of her toned, dusky frame to work the space with elegant brutality. And now, as Divine slipped backwards to escape, she felt the momentum teeter in her favor—an invisible tide turning with her touch.

Divine moved well—no denying that—but Miriam was faster in this instance. The moment her opponent attempted to break the hold, Miriam shifted, one leg unwinding from its perch against Divine’s throat to snake low, curling across the woman’s slickened belly. The other rose high, poised for impact, and then came down in a swift arc, aimed for the side of Divine’s ribs—not hard enough to injure, but with enough force to push her momentum off-course and keep her from cleanly resetting. Miriam didn’t need to pin Divine yet. She only needed her to stay exactly where she was.

Miriam caught the flicker of surprise on Divine’s face and smiled inwardly. That reaction—seeing someone underestimate her only to be caught off guard—never got old. As Divine tried to pull away, Miriam shifted with her. One leg dropped low across her opponent’s stomach, while the other came down in a quick, sharp arc toward her ribs. Not a knockout strike, but enough to throw Divine off balance.

[BlackAkuma]

Credit to LAW management where it was due. Divine had expected them to put her against someone relatively new to the oil wrestling world, or at least someone who couldn't match her. Instead, it seemed they had put her up against something resembling an equal opponent. She had a real fight on her hands.

Not a problem, of course. Quite the opposite. This was a good chance to show her what she could do. It just meant she would be putting a good deal more effort into this than she expected.

She wanted to create some space between them and reset, but Miriam wasn’t allowing that, clearly not wanting to break while she had an advantageous position. Divine wound up taking a sharp blow in the ribs for her efforts - not enough to hurt, not seriously, but enough to dissuade her from that tactic again. Fine, fine. She had other options.

For starters, she could work some magic with this foot that Miriam was pushing her with. Divine reached out and tried to wrap her arm around the ankle, attempting to secure it as she twisted around. With a good hold, she could flip her foe over onto her stomach, and while she didn’t think she had the traction for a lock, she could give the foot a good twist to send some pain her way.

[Fortaleza]

Miriam had expected Divine to back off. Most did, once that first controlled strike landed. But she felt a shift, a sudden tightening at her ankle as Divine’s arm coiled around it. The move was clean, decisive, and it told Miriam that this would not be a light match. Divine was good. Very good.

Although her foot was trapped, Miriam stayed calm. She was no stranger to this kind of bind. Using the oil’s slickness to her benefit, she twisted her hips with sharp, fluid precision, easing some of the pressure off the joint. Divine wanted control, maybe even a twist to punish her with, but Miriam wasn’t giving her that satisfaction so easily.

With her free leg, Miriam acted quickly. Her heel shot forward, aiming for Divine’s shoulder to force her off-line. Not with brute strength, but with a dancer’s calculated balance and timing, just enough to nudge her opponent’s weight off-center and loosen the hold at her ankle. The point was to redirect, not overpower.

Still on her back, Miriam’s hands braced the mat behind her as she lifted her hips slightly, both legs now coiled and ready like spring-loaded traps. Miriam watched Divine intently, anticipating her next move. A challenge was here. She welcomed it.