Wrestlers will compete in an empty pool while covered in oil. The first competitor to force the opponent into saying "I quit" wins the match.
Hollywood Siren proved as good at rubbing people the wrong way as she did at blowing people's minds. Considering Alicia used the moniker as a way to be bolder and less accommodating as she might have been using her mom's name, she figured she should count that a success.
On one of her common escapades out to the beach, it seemed she had rubbed a cocky "wrestling prince" the wrong way. She thought the title sounded like it belonged to someone who possessed only a "little prince" in his pants, and she had said as much to him aloud. He had spouted something about her being more of a model than a wrestler. Of course, that was the point. As their argument had run its course, Siren had done something that Alicia Soto might not have been bold enough to do. But Hollywood Siren was just your typical Hollywood bitch that would do most anything, no matter how exploitative.
So she had challenged the "prince" to an oil wrestling match, official, right here on the beach. Crazy? Yeah. Total fanservice? Yeah. If she was nothing but a model, might as well embrace that and kick his fancy ass while doing it.
A crowd had gathered with the promise of the mixed match, and LAW, which managed to be everywhere all at once, had provided them with a ref and some cameras to record the scene. A long, empty pool had been chosen as the site for the match, and Siren, clad in the same bikini that she had worn when she challenged him, stood with bottle of oil in her hand. Never once had she draped herself in oil in front of more than a couple of people, and that had been mostly a dare. But, harnessing her boldness, she stared right at the prince and lifted the bottle over her head, letting it drip slowly down onto her neck and trickle down her body.
"You gonna get oiled up, viejo, or does someone hafta come down here and do it for you?"
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