Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Ossi Shamar - 'Partners turn Rivals'

[Teenwrestler]

The tables had now turned, with Ossi being the one to dominate her former tag team partner as she secured a submission from Daisuke in the submission fall. She made sure to get her point across to the arrogant prince, refusing to relinquish her smother and kept smothering him with her breasts, forcing him to repeat his submission and continue to tap on her back until she would release him. The prince's head leaned against the bottom turnbuckle, he was glistening in sweat and panting heavily while Ossi reigned supreme, posing with her foot on his briefs.

The referee would accompany Ossi to the corner. "Ms. Shamar, you need to let go immediately after a submission" she told her, not impressed by her prolonged submission. The prince would glare at Ossi from his corner while he got back up on his feet, wiping his face, neck and chest with a towel while taking a minute to catch his breath and recover.

Daisuke would make his way over towards Ossi's corner, leaning towards her ear. "Ridiculous. Is that the only move you know? You will lose in oil....." he would say, making sure the crowd couldn't pick up on the private conversation of the former tag team partners.

The referee would exit the ring, bringing in the tarpaulin cover and a few bottles of oi. She would hand the bottles of oil to Ossi and Daisuke before starting to lay the blue tarpaulin sheets over the ring canvas before dousing the tarpaulin sheet in oil too.

"This stalemate means nothing Ossi. This is the only submission you will get out of me tonight. Prepare yourself" he said, opening the bottle of oil before dousing himself with the contents of the bottle. Daisuke began to massage himself, spreading the oil evenly across himself before removing his wrestling boots and placing them outside. Daisuke stood there, clad in just in his briefs now glistening in oil.

"I am ready for you, Ossi" he challenged her.

[arktriumph]

Ossi cast a disdainful glance as the referee rebuked her for holding Daisuke in the submission longer than was strictly allowed. She didn't bother replying, swaggering away and admiring her handiwork from afar as she watched the defeated wrestling prince try to gather up what remained of his pride.

The prince approached her, speaking into her ear with his usual arrogance, not will to accept that she had defeated him fair and square in the bout, smother or not. He could never handle her smothers, giving the heiress no end of enjoyment. She rolled her eyes at him, unconcerned.

"It will be a great shock to you when you lose this match, wrestling prince," she chuckled as the attendants reset the ring, bringing out the oil and tarpaulin for the next bout. Not wishing to soil her wrestling attire with the oil, Ossi stripped down to her skimpy, black silken underwear before lathering herself in the oil in preparation.

She looked the princes glistening body up and down appreciatively before stepping forward, taking up her place on the oil slick tarpaulin in preparation.

"Come then, Daisuke," she sneered. "Let's put you further where you belong - beneath your heiress!"

[Teenwrestler]

Engaged in their private conversation, Daisuke was clearly left hot and bothered at being smothered into submission. What made it worse was the prolonged submission even after his submission. After having made his annoyance felt known to Ossi, it was clear that the Heiress had little to no concern about Daisuke's complaints about her tactics and decision. "I won't lose." he quickly whispered back to her while she chuckled. At this point, the attendants were done resetting the ring and it was now time for the wrestlers to oil up.

In a pleasant surprise, Ossi removed her wrestling briefs and sports bra to get down to her black silken underwear. Showing off her impressive figure to all, especially to Daisuke who was going to experienced it up close and personal. She began to oil her body now, much to the disdain for the prince. "H-how dare you, shameful woman! You have no pride in being a wrestling royal as you strip down to all these commoners" he hissed at her.

Ossi would take no heed, instead demanding the prince and her continue their battle. "Tch, fine! Let us wrestle" he said, lunging at her to grapple up with her. His arms grappled with her shoulders, looking to pull her in for a close grapple whilst struggling against her oily skin to get a grip of her.

[arktriumph]

Ossi merely smirked as Daisuke displayed his surprise as she lathered her voluptuous bronze frame in oil, shamelessly exciting the braying fans of LAW. She tossed her hair, offering her male adversary a withering look.

"These fools are privileged to see me like this," she sneered. "As are you, Wrestling Prince. Now, enough of your endless prattling. Let us wrestle and put an end to this nonsense!"

Ossi accepted Daisuke's grapple as the Prince advanced, their bodies mashing together as they struggled to maintain their grip against the slick oil. Squirming her way up against the Prince's oiled body, Ossi tried to slip her legs around his before suddenly dropping, trying to bring Daisuke down to the tarpaulin with a swift drop-toe hold!

[Teenwrestler]

The former wrestling royals continue to bicker in front of the crowd, everyone could easily see why the two lost all their matches in the tag tournament because the two did not seem to be on the same page at all. Daisuke once again scolded Ossi for stripping to her bra and panties in front of everyone, showing off her royal glistening bronze body for all to see. Ossi would in return snap back at the prince stating that everyone, including him, ought to be privileged the sight of Ossi stripping down to her bra and panties.

The two grappled each other once again as round three commenced. Their warm, sweat and oil slicked bodies would hotly grind against each other in the grapple while they struggled against each other to maintain their grip. "Yield Ossi....let go if this ridiculous fixation of yours that you are better than me. Yield and wrestle under my wing once again" he hissed.

However, Ossi would turn the tables on her price and slip her leg around his to take him down in a drop-toe hold. Daisuke slipped and fell down on his back with Ossi on top. "Ugh" he grunted as oil splatted about and Daisuke was momentarily dazed.

[arktriumph]

Ossi hands slithered over Daisuke's sweaty, oil-slick body, her own bronze frame glistening shamelessly as she tried to jockey for position with her former partner. They fought to gain the upper hand until she managed to trap him into a drop toe hold, sending the Prince crashing to the oily tarpaulin.

"Hah!" she yelled in triumph as she landed atop Daisuke, their bodies mashing together. She struggled to keep her position, slipping left and right before eventually straddling him, thumping her crotch into his in an effort to surprise the Wrestling Prince. At the same time she grappled for control of his wrists, trying to grip them and pin Daisuke down against the slippery oiled mat. "This is where you belong!" she panted as she struggled. "Beneath me!"

[Teenwrestler]

The grapple was very sloppy, their hands slipped and slithered over each other's body shamelessly before Ossi eventually manage to gain the upperhand by tripping Daisuke over in a simple drop toe hold. The oil made it all too easy for Ossi to perform her maneuver and Daisuke dropped on his back with oil splattering all around the two. He scampered on his back, making crushing noises against the tarpaulin trying to escape. However, the Syrian was quick to chase her prince and threw herself on top of him.

"Gugh, get your filthy hands off me" Daisuke protested as her oil slicked body grinded against his. Daisuke tried to bridge up but her crotch pressed against his and she pressed down on him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head in a full body pin. Daisuke was well and truly beneath Ossi in a humiliating position.

"N-no, get off me...I-I can't" he said struggling under her.

[arktriumph]

Ossi finally managed to gain some purchase, getting a hold of Daisuke and holding him down on the mats in a full body pin, the two Royals grinding and sliding over each other while the fans cheered the display.

"Can't...what?" she taunted, jiggling her breasts across Daisuke's oiled chest. "Can't beat me? Don't worry, I'm about to show everyone that." Shuffling herself forward awkwardly until she straddled Daisuke in a schoolgirl pin, she tried to fall sideways, pulling him with her by the arms and attempting to coil her oil-slick thighs around him in a headscissor.

[Teenwrestler]

Daisuke could not believe this was happening, Ossi had him pinned down and he was struggling to get out of it. "Urgh damn oil...I can't, urghh!" he moaned in frustration unable to buck his former tag team partner off him. Ossi would do her best to humiliate Daisuke, rubbing her breasts all over his chest before shuffling forward. The Syrian Heiress would straddle him in a schoolgirl position, stuffing her panties clad crotch against his mouth and nose. From there, she fell to the side and wrapped her legs around his head and grabbed his arm, trapping him in a headscissor.

Her smooth bronze leg squeezed his head while he squirmed about. "Uuughhh N-no *cough*" he groaned while thrashing about. His legs kicked the tarpaulin wildly as he struggled. The wrestling prince would try to squirm and buck, hoping the oil would help him slip out.

[arktriumph]

Ossi managed to twist Daisuke into position, burying his face in her crotch with her legs wrapped around his head, squeezing tight and trying to extract a submission from the prince quickly in this round.

However, the oil made keeping her hold a lot more difficult than normal. She tried to shift her position to get more leverage only for her hand to slip on the slick tarp. With a yelp of surprise she fell back, thumping against the oil and her grip on Daisuke loosening, her legs slipping off his head as she fell back. Cursing, she tried to shuffle away before he could counter, the task being made orders of magnitude more difficult by the oil on the ground beneath her!