Jackal Tojo vs Spectre (Oil Wrestling Hentai Match)

[TheManVan]

Match Type: Hardcore Hentai Oil Wrestling
Victory Conditions: Pinfall or Submission after Orgasm
Ring: Sunken

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Jackal wasn't initially pleased with what management had in store for her today, but she couldn't say that she was surprised seeing of all the other type of 'fights' that went on in this league. It was only a matter of time until the Ace of the Galaxy found herself in a similar situation. She prepared for the bout, oil wrestling was not something unknown to her as in fact she had been trained with oil wrestling as one of the practices to teach her a set of valuable skills. She was feeling pretty confident despite the match type.

Fitted with a tight white bikini, the the bombshell blond made her way out onto stage to a thunderous roar from the crowd from her scantily clad body. Her eyes soon locked onto the ring, on ground level and sunk into the floor to accommodate the flooding of oil to facilitate the slippery action to be had! She began to make her way down the ramp, her mind focused on what was to come as her bare feet plattered on the ramp!

[Monsy]

Psh.

It was only a matter of time after Madison Gambit that she'd be thrown into another one of these challenges. The numbers for that: diabolical, sorely. But something told her that this might be a similar case for her opponent Jackal. A walking legend. An accomplished world renown star, Ace of the Galaxy, and now the pending ace of LAW itself if Jackal had her way.

Her prance was always so immaculate. She had a figure of a tall fit woman, but what Spectre eyed the most was the curves around the weak points she wanted to make. Her hips, the waist, those confident lips and dignified eyes. Without even knowing her history, although she did, she wanted to smash them to dust and hear their voice curdle.

And what better way… No, better place to smash than she planned. When Jackal hit the ramp, Spectre had rappelled in from the rafters and silently lowered down in normal

--like hell was she not going to make them the sucker for being a rule abider. Her latex could protect her zones, and all Jackal had was a few strings. The crowd stirred. Boos. Some pointed, trying to grab Jackal’s attention for the sneaking Virus, prowling closer… closer… until…

Her leg reared back, then she said, “Fore!” And a boot was swung with a full arc, the toes aimed at crushing Jackal’s cunt at maximum force. Her smile was huge as she did it, her gaze tunnel visioned to watch the damage and crumple. But as she outstretched with her other leg in the blow, she threw up a peace sign to the camera lens.

[TheManVan]

Jackal was making her way down the ramp as the crowd started to come more alive, something that felt weird for Jackal as there was no need for another wave of excitement as she was already suspicious of the situation. But her instincts to be semi aware and on guard were not enough to stop the vile sneak attack from her opponent! Her eyes widened as from behind her opponent kicked right between the legs and ramming her foot right into her crotch!

"AAAAAAAAAUGH!"

Jackal cried out, no amount of training or experience would ever stunt the pain of being cunt punted with such savagery! Her hands quickly went to cover her groin as her legs gave out being turned to jelly, dropping down onto her knees as she lurched forward gasping for air! Her white bikini gave no protection in the slightest against the horrid blow as she was left gasping and heaving for air!

[Monsy]

Her cry was so delicious! All the volume one could kiss a delicate eardrum and douse her brain in honey. The collapse, beautiful, like a painting in motion. She blushed, clenching teeth and sucking in a breath. When she let it loose, her grin returned and she lowered her boot, strutting around Jackal. A lithe hand touched upon Jackal's bikini string and pulled it. The next moment, she scooped up Jackal's long blonde river that spilled to the ramp. "Nice outfit."

She twisted it up her forearm and turned it into a spring. Before long, she was standing in-front of her rival, legs apart, defences naked, peering down at her new prisoner with judging snake eyes. "You know how this goes." She spoke, then tilted her head, giving Jackal a moment to breathe. "You follow me to the pits and you bark, whimper and squeal. Whaddaya say, Number One?" One step back, two steps backs. A slow pace was started, using Jackal's hair as the leash. "Ready to be number two?"

[TheManVan]

Gasping and heaving, Jackal writhed on her knees with her hand buried in her groin after the sudden and violent low blow, dragging herself towards the oil pit if only to escape her attacker! Pain coursed right through her body and straight to the brain after the foot right to her crotch as she could not get far from her attacker in her state as she was easily caught, pulled by her bikini and hair to look right up at Spectre.

Her flimsy bikini did not survive the grip of Spectre, the knot coming undone and falling down Jackal's body, freeing up her breasts as it hung around her torso. She could only growl in anger as Spectre spoke down to her, holding her by her hair and taunting her face to face as she was soon dragged off, forced to follow Spectre!

[Monsy]

Ooohhhhh, already, she gave someone the growls? That HAS to be some minor weekly record. Just one kick and an appreciation for such long blonde hair. She can feel the smoothness tighten around her forearm and at least two points. This girl had locks she pictured to be threads of gold silks. It made her want to keep a bunch for herself. Greed was her middle name and manifested to walk Jackal slowly to the ring-pit and point towards the camera lens.

"Look. It's the fan club.”

And while doing so, the hair unravelled from her arm and hung. She applied one more wide-stance tug to hopefully put Jackal over the middle ring rope. The ring itself had no elevation, but padded edges with turnbuckles and the same ropes running in between. If Jackal lined up right, then a good PUNT on her buttocks would send her tumbling into the oily mats. Then on the very next step putting the same foot down, she’d clutch the top-rope, lean back, then throw her weight up and over.

Her shadow perpendicular to Jackal, thrown into a one-revolution barrel to come down crashing across their body, back or belly, arm folded and elbow jutted to break whatever it met. Elbow drop!