Match type: Oil wrestling match
Victory conditions: Whoever obtains the most submissions within the 60 minute time limit wins
Rules: Standard rules (no blow blows etc.)
The wrestling prince was not one from impromptu matches, especially official matches. Sure, he didn't find a spar or a private match but having one going for the records always required more planning, strategy and of course laying down some important ground rules through a proper contract. However, he was going to make an exception for tonight. There was no way he was going to let Reine or Alix think that Alix had a shot against a proper wrestler in a competitive wrestling match. He was adamant that Alix was just all looks, sure she had an impressive physique but having good looks and a good figure did not make one a good wrestler. He was going to show the difference in their ability by absolutely crushing her in this 60 minute match, he was sure she might not even last that long but something told him that perhaps she had lots of stamina due to other reasons.
Regardless, he was still confident of coming out on top even if she lasted the entire match. After taking a nice long shower, Daisuke would change into a pair of CK wrestling briefs and nothing else. He would do some pre-match meditation in the locker room before it was time to head out to the arena. The ring had been modified to be lowered on the ground level with the ring ropes and corners still present, and the ring canvas replaced with thick blue wrestling mats, which were oiled up. Daisuke
Daisuke would head down towards the oil wrestling ring and just before he entered, the referee handed him a bottle of a lavender scented oil. He would begin to pour some on his palms before gently massaging his chest, neck, forearm, abdomen and thighs to get himself oiled up as his bronze body glistened under the arena lights. With that, he would slowly entered the matted ring and carefully walk towards the middle of the ring with his hands on his hips.
Alix Jacques was getting a last-minute warm-up done in gorilla. Bouncing on her heels. Getting some stretches in, getting nice and limber. She had a camera on her shortly before the commercial break, capturing some loving angles of her preparations. Ever the showgirl, she propped her legs up on a nearby equipment box. One at a time, showing off her thick, juicy legs and some of her flexibility in bending forwards.
Her chosen attire was practical for what she was about to do. Scant and tight, offering little to grab onto. But also low-cut up top and a touch smaller than necessary below. Whistles, catcalls, and amorous roars of approval all made their way backstage as the fans looked on through the jumbotron, putting her characteristic, just about trademark sunny smile on her face.
The sexfighting veteran had once believed that the day would never come where she'd be participating in the standard variant without Hentai being allowed at least, but here she is now. She was excited for this, even. Ready to put her skills to the test. The notion of walking into an oil match against a specialist made her a little nervous, but she's done her fair share of them in the Erotic Combat Club. She can hold her own.
She can do this.
Alix took a deep breath as her
was played. Her music, literally: A single
(Just go with it here; pretend that Skin Diamond/Raylin Joy doesn't exist in-universe)
a few weeks back after hanging out with a new hire, to both LAW and After Dark. Juniper Fay Talong Zabala was the name, a really sweet girl.
She hadn't intended that "Freakin' Out" be a theme song from its inception, but after she'd made the decision to branch out to standard competition, she thought it stood a fair chance of catching on with the fans.
The opening left no room for the smoke show she usually puts on in her Hentai matches, so she came right out with that runway strut. One foot in front of the other, with more
(Something like this.)
An exaggerated, but no less eye catching swing to her hips, a hand propped up on her side with her arm swinging, stopping at the end of the ramp to take in the applause. Electric as always, raising the roof. She brought her hands up to her lips, then threw them out in a sweeping motion to either side, spreading the love back out as wide as she could before bringing them back in front of her chest to form a heart.
"And his opponent, standing at five-foot-six and weighing in at one hundred and fifty-five pounds, fighting out of New York, New York, Aliiiiiix Jacques!"
She made her way down the ramp with more gradual steps, taking advantage of the camera's focus to indulge herself and vibe out to her song. "♩Ooh, forget about it. Don't write home about it. Just stop Freakin' Out, yeah...♩" Part of it was self-promotion, most of it was getting into this guy's head. Daisuke -- or at least his wrestling persona, if this was one -- had struck her as the type who took wrestling seriously to the extent that it made him...well, stuck-up. And if that's true, he won't appreciate her introduction of pageantry.
The singing, a little boogieing; she wasn't putting on an entire dance number, but she was taking her time getting to the ring.
"♩Woah...WOOOOOAAAH!♩" Why not try to start a crowd chant ala Cody Rhodes while she's at it? With the
and all.
Hey, a few people already had it down! "♩I've gotta, gotta have it all! WOOOOOAAAH!♩" She bent forwards and windmilled her head, twirling her braided ponytail about like a helicopter rotor, letting that be her body's way of singing about being driven up the wall. "♩WOOOOOOAAAAH! Tell me, do you see it now? And I can't stooop! I've gotta lotta things to show!♩"
When she finally did make it to the ring, she'd forgo the booty shaking that would normally precede her slip through the ropes -- this song wasn't a good fit for it -- and skip straight to a descent onto split legs, first gripping the middle rope after giving the referee a signal to slide her bottle of oil into the nearby corner, and then the bottom rope, sliding beneath the latter with an excited "WEEEE!"...And over the center of the ring, pushing herself up onto her knees, already having picked up a light coating of oil.
Particularly in the chest area, which was glistening with the lavender-scented substance. Dripping down her cleavage, running under her dampened top and over the hard abs she'd been building for these last few months. A mightily delectable sight for the man who stood right over her now, if he cared for it. "Hi, Daisuke!" She greeted him with the same cadence a woman would when meeting a man for an occasion that called for that little black dress she has in her closet.
It was too bad this match came about the way it did, because he was looking delicious. But that's the way it goes sometimes. With a cute smile and a giggle, Alix set her hands back on the mat and slid herself into the corner where her bottle was waiting. With it in hand now, she hopped back onto her feet...then started running this way and that, all in place, to regain her balance when they slipped out from underneath her. And that bottle? Out of her hand, and out of the ring it went.
Good thing she had her back to the turnbuckle. It was a good place to fall, with the ropes helping her stay upright. She settled back and had a good, hearty laugh at herself, replaying those last few seconds in her head in third person, with a Looney Tunes
to accompany them.
She turned to the ref, talking through it. "Swee...Sweetie, can you...? Can you get that for me?"
