L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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Daisuke Takeuchi was in his private locker room, just stepping out of the shower room after having taken a nice, relaxing shower to cleanse up before he would be partaking in today's special wrestling challenge. With his hair still dripping wet and a towel wrapped around his waist, the wrestling prince would dry off his hair with a second towel and sprayed some deodorant under his armpit and chest to freshen up. "What's on the agenda for today?" he would ask the LAW administrative assistant that he was assigned to. "Well sir, you are scheduled to have you participate in a oil wrestling match to an open challenger. I have made the necessary arrangements." the assistant told him."Excellent." he replied while smirking confidently. Daisuke would start slipping into his grey CK wrestling briefs and putting on a pair of flip flops.

Daisuke

Before heading out, the assistant would help Daisuke gown on a long white robe, hiding his regal figure and the two would walk out of the locker room but not before the assistant would grab a gym bag which was full of bottles of wrestling oil that the participants would have to slather themselves with before starting the special oil wrestling challenge.

After making their way to the gym, Daisuke would take center stage of the rather busy gym and would stand firm and confident while the assistant would make the announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, I know you all must be busy in your workout routine but this is an opportunity of a lifetime! LAW has arranged for a special wrestling challenge featuring DAISUKE TAKEUCHI, LAW's very own self proclaimed best oil wrestler and the wrestling prince. Come on, step right up to the challenge! Who is man or woman enough to take Daisuke on in this OPEN challenge" the assistant announced.

Meanwhile, Daisuke simply stood there and looked around for any opponents he wished who would step up to the challenge. He stood there with his back straightened and a smug grin on his face, his chiseled body hidden under the robe he had gowned. "Heh no one is worth a challenge here..." he muttered under his own breath.

Step by heavy step, an intimidating and chiseled girl with dyed hair on one side and a dark complexion, steps up, clearly front-and-center from the crowd. "And who are you, again? I wanna hear that totally-forgettable name one more time. I'm new to L.A.W. but... I get the impression, you've got a bit of a big head there, boy." And upon saying this, her toned arms crossing rebelliously, she cocks her head, stand-offishly.

Spoiler

"Name's Evie. And I think I'm gonna enjoy this..." Cracking her knuckles with a cruel smirk as she steps in close to the man, her tongue sleekly makes it's way around her lips, wetting them in anticipation. "You need this woman just to carry your bag around for you. What kinda man are you supposed to be, huh? She questioned with no small amount of hostility, poking hard at the man's chest before her. "What's supposed to make you a prince, exactly? Is it the handmaiden? Hah... I think I'll take this ridiculous challenge, if that's the case."

Evie looked over to the assistant accompanying Daisuke... And winked. "If I win, I think I'm gonna be taking you home with me. You're lookin' fine. You'd look even better, bent over a desk." Her confidence was apparent, as was her intent.

The wrestling prince stood still, he was visually looking around the gym and nobody really piqued his interest. "*Sigh* Is there no one man or woman enough to really take up this challenge? I mean, I don't blame them but still..." he said in a low tone. Daisuke would look over towards his assistant who was doing her best to gather around some one to step up to wrestle Daisuke and suddenly, someone did.

A woman stepped up, clad in fitting gym shorts and a sports bra. The prince raised his eyebrow, she didn't look familiar but he did appreciate the fact that she stepped up and not only that, she had a very fit physique which meant she spent a lot of time in the gym too- again evident from the fact that she was also glistening in a light sheen of sweat.

What didn't impress him, however, was her cocky attitude. She stepped up to Daisuke, admitting she was new whilst taunting Daisuke and at the same time admitting she had the hots for his assistant. "Lucy, I think we can stop looking. I found the one I want to wrestle" he said keeping his glare locked at the tomboyish woman before him.

"Name's Daisuke Takeuchi you little rookie" he snarled back at her. The prince would slowly begin to re-robe himself, letting the royal robe drop down to reveal his chiseled frame, clad in his CK wrestling briefs.

Daisuke

"Evie was it? I'm sure you know what you are getting into. This will be an oil wrestling match, win via submission only." the prince said, stepping up to her until the two were chest to chest, head to head in a staredown. "The wrestling prince will put a rookie tomboy like you in her place...now I'd ask you to shower and prep up before wrestling a member of the wrestling royalty but we are going to oil up anyways so maybe we can get right to it. Lucy..." he said snapping his fingers.

With that, Daisuke would turn his back to Evie before walking towards the blue thick matted area of the gym, specifically for wrestling. "Right this way Ma'am. You'll need these" she said unzipping the gym bag she was carrying and handing her a couple of bottles of oil, used specifically for oil wrestling.

"Adorable." Evie began, following the assistant over to the mat, as well as Daisuke. She was already squeezing the first bottle handed to her, that hand running along her firm abs, quickly. As the two arrive at the blue mat they were meant to have their match on, Evie shook her head. "At least you're nice to look at..." The snide woman commented, scanning his chiseled torso over with no shame at all. "Cheer for me out there, babe." The brazilian finally teased at Lucy, just finishing up with oiling her lithe body all over and stepping onto the mat.

She was now face to face with her opponent, grinning ear to ear. Now, Evie was aware that this Daisuke fellow probably was wrestling royalty, but he sure was a pompous ass. Kind of reminded her of herself, really. "One thing, Takeuchi..." Evie leaned in close, her tongue poking from between her lips, teasingly and yet maliciously. Her eyes said more than her words. There was a blatant hostility in them as she spat the following words. "I meant what I said about lil' Lucy, over there. And not because there's anything special about her. Nah. Only reason I'm gonna do that... Is to really rub salt in the wound."

Internally, Daisuke was starting to feel a little bit concerned at the fact that this rookie would just step up to him and accept his challenge just like that. Sure, she had a great body and kept herself in amazing shape but could she actually wrestle? That too in an oil wrestling match. Her confidence was sky high and she had no problem getting up close and personal with the prince. Daisuke quickly told his assistant to escort Evie to the wrestling mat and Evie began to seductively tease Lucy whilst on the way to the matted area of the gym> On the way, she also began to oil her toned body to get herself prepared for the wrestling match.

After the two stepped up on the mats, Daisuke would squirt the oil from the bottle onto his palm and began to oil himself too. He evenly applied the oil to his chest area before using his hands to massage and spread it across his shoulders, neck and abdomen. Bending down he would use the same technique for his legs until his whole body was glistening in oil. Evie didn't hide the fact that she enjoyed the handsome man put on a show for her, her eyes fixed at him whilst he oiled himself up. Once the two were ready, the tomboy would walk up to him and once again go face to face with him.

"Tch, you talk a lot. I couldn't care less about her, do what you have to do to her. However, one thing is for certain and that is there's no way you can out-wrestle me. I'm going to make you submit then force you to kiss my foot, my abs and make you admit I'm the better wrestler" Daisuke hissed back, leaning in further until the two were pressed together, their oiled bodies rubbing against each other.

Lucy would step in, separating the two just a bit. "Okay you two, lets get ready to start. Win by submission or knock out, try to have a fair match okay?" she said before stepping off the mats. Daisuke would nod at his opponent, raising his arms up and started to circle her. The prince was looking to initiate the match with a grapple battle, testing her grappling acumen and how well she would fare in the oiled conditions.

"Yeah, we'll see who's making who do the kissing, asshole." Evie joins Daisuke in circling her opponent, her hands finding a wide stance soon enough, her fingers slowly closing in on the Prince's, interlacing her fingers with his quickly.

Soon, both hands had met the prince's, and for a few moments, Evie was steadfastly holding her ground against him, her face painted with a wide and sadistic grin. "Nice grip, Principe... You must be good with your hands...~" And with those words spring from her lips, the toned wrestler's foot suddenly sprang up from the mat, aiming for a quick and sudden low blow.

Shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head at her retort, it was clear that perhaps Daisuke was starting to get under the skin of the tomboy who had resorted to cussing. The two circled, eyes fixed at each other like hawks. One wrong move and the other would certainly take advantage. Daisuke had to be careful, despite this woman being a rookie it was apparent that her confidence level was high and perhaps it was because she could back it up too. After a while of cautious circling, both of them lunged at each other at the same time and locked up in the grapple.

Butting heads, going head to head and chest to chest, Daisuke and Evie were locked in an intense test of grappling ability made even tougher with the oiled conditions. Daisuke's grip slipped about due to the oily skin of his opponent but the prince did his best to hold on and push into her trying to force her back. Evie, did the same and the two were stalemate. Daisuke grinned, "Heh I could say the same fo-Ouuuuuffffff Guuuughhhh" he suddenly cried out in pain, when the tomboy shot her foot up in between his legs.

In an instant, Daisuke went tumbling down to the mat on his side. He curled up and his hands instinctively went towards his crotch to gently massage them to ease the pain. His eyes were widened in pain and shock, not expecting a low blow right at the start of the match.

"Hahahahaha..." Evie cackled cruelly at the man's crumpled form, her foot connecting with his exposed ribs in more than one half-hearted kick.

"Now that's more like it. Grovel and whine just like a helpless mutt, Takeuchi-san~" It would be clear to Daisuke that his opponent had absolutely no regard for decorum or honor. Her laughter would show that more than anything as the sole of her foot pressed down against his anguished face, a grin splayed across her face as she looked down on the man.

This didn't last very long, however, as Evie took a few steps back, getting a running start, intent on her foot connecting with Daisuke's face as she approached. This kick had much more force behind it than her previous assaults, which were much more aimed to torment and tease her opponent. This one was meant to instill agony.

Not expecting such a cheap tactic from Evie, especially not right out the bat, Daisuke was totally caught off guard by the low blow and the grapple battle didn't really last long. Letting out a loud moan in pain, the wrestling prince would slump down onto the gym mats and almost curl up while protecting his jewels. Cursing out, Daisuke would glare up at Evie with a pain stricken look on his face while she would laugh cruelly at him.

Her foot smacked against his ribs in a kick forcing him to roll over a bit. "Gugh you bitch! Should have owww known better that a woman like you would ever wrestle a prince in a fair match" he groaned, trying to slowly get back up on his feet, first pushing up onto his hands and knees. With him on all fours, he was in prime position for what Evie had planned and the tomboy would rush at him and really smack her foot against his face, making him flop up and crash land back onto his back on the mat, clutching his face in pain while rolling about on the mats howling in pain.

"Arrgghhhh!!" he cried out loud, his oil coated body rolling about on the mats, getting them oiled up in the process too.

Taking advantage of this brief series of successful attacks, Evie drags the Prince onto his back, her leg soon wrapping around his neck in a cruel choke! The smile on Evie's face says all it needs to about her enjoyment of this moment, as does her cruel teasing. "Maybe they should start calling you The Pauper, Takeuchi."

Evelyn's confidence in the technique is however, a bit misplaced... Not used to the circumstances of an oil match, Daisuke would find it less than impossible to simply slip free from the hold. Evie's arrogance just might serve to be her undoing, as she considers the match all but won, already.

"This poor idiota had no idea what he was getting himself into..." She thought to herself, as smugly as a human being can possibly do so.