A new beginning...

[Teenwrestler]

The time for talk was done. Daisuke had confessed his newfound feelings towards his most hated rival but despite that both of them had agreed to a competitive match, one that would settle all their differences once and for all. Agreeing to an oil wrestling I quit match, the two rivals now locked up in a heated grapple as they always have. This was going to be different from the sauna wrestling they had this afternoon, Daisuke was now more in his element whereas he could not stand the heat in the sauna. The dinner and happy emotions were an afterthought, now all the memories of their rivalry came back whilst they grappled for supremacy.

The initial stalemate was broken when Santa's hand slipped, her arm wrapped around his back while the other slid down towards his abs. She went wide legged and dipped low a bit. "Urghh~ Got you" he growled, pushing into her and easily managing to push her back into one of the corner turnbuckle. From there, the prince pressed himself against Santa and grinded his body against her to really hammer home the point that he won the grapple battle.

Once he had in the corner, his aggressiveness vanished and he calmed down. Leaning in, Daisuke would plant his lips against hers to kiss her in a soft yet passionate kiss. His arms would grab Santa's arms placing one over the left side ropes and the other over the right side ropes to leave them dangling on the ropes on either side. Slowly parting away from the kiss, he whispered. "Do you quit?" before taking a step back and unleashing a chest slap right across her breasts.

Without waiting for a response, he would send a second chop to her breasts before bending down and driving his shoulder into her exposed abs to drive the wind out of her. Keeping his shoulder driven into her abs, Daisuke wrapped his arms around her waist from his bent over position and started to squeeze her. "La Santa, my love, do you quit?" he asked.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa went low, and immediately cursed herself. Grimacing unhappily, the luchadora couldn’t help but wonder what she had just gotten herself into. Earlier this evening, the banter and joking, the confessions, that was all put aside. Now, it was only their rivalry between them. The proud luchadora hated losing at anything, even a sparring match. But despite their relationship taking this dramatic turnaround, Santa Tigresa couldn’t bear the thought of losing to him in this contest.

“Rrgh!” La Santa growled as Daisuke’s body pressed into her. She could feel her curves melting into his firm muscular body as he pushed her back, shoving her into the corner. She bucked her hips against him, grinding against his body but not pushing him back as he draped her arms over the top rope. Again, the Tigresa was failing to adapt to the oily match conditions. He would grind back, and she pressed her thigh against his hip, soft flesh pressed against his firmness. She blushed, as he leaned in and kissed her! She gasped, left breathless by the kiss … and all too vulnerable to a chop!

“AAH!” She cried out, as her shining breasts jiggled with the blow. She doubled over and shook her head in fierce protest when he asked for her submission. He didn’t give her time to verbally respond, however, before slamming a shoulder into her. “Augh,” she groaned, as Daisuke locked his arms around her waist and started to grind the life out of her. Doubling over, Santa Tigresa’s breasts pressed into his back, while she clutched the ropes for support.

“N-never, love,” La Tigresa growled, in reply. Trapped in the corner, the Tigresa was trapped. Daisuke was grinding her down, his punishments taking a toll on her body while there was nowhere she could go. La Santa gasped for air when she could, his body crushing her abs and keeping her from getting a good breath. Still, she couldn’t just let herself get knocked out, here. Digging deep, the luchadora tried to use the environment to her advantage. Pulling up with her arms, La Santa tried to use her oil-slicked body to slip between Daisuke and the corner, sliding over him and rolling over his body. If she could get herself free, she would slide over his back, grabbing his waist on the way, and trying to hit a modified destroyer to send him crashing to the oily mats!

[Teenwrestler]

This was a difficult match, it may have been far more difficult than any other match that he had with Santa Tigresa purely because of the conflict of emotions that were running in his mind. On the one hand his confession to the luchadora was there and yet on the other hand he had to make the woman he loved say 'I Quit' and wrestle her down until she would. However, Daisuke fought his emotions and took the fight to Tigresa by pushing her into the corner before putting the same emotions to test against La Santa.

Kissing her to distract her, Daisuke would unleash a stinging chop to her breasts. Leaving her in pain and out of breath, Daisuke trapped her arms over the ropes before driving his shoulder into her abdomen and wrapping his arms around her waist to squeeze her out in a unique bearhug submission. Using his feet he pushed forward to grind his shoulder into her abs while squeezing her waist with his arms.

La Santa refused to submit but made Daisuke blush a bit as she called him 'love. Suddenly, La Santa would use her surroundings to push up and slide off and above, rolling off his back to escape before grabbing his waist and sending him crashing down onto the mat with a destroyer maneuver. "Urrghhh Owwww" Daisuke moaned, clutching his back in pain. For now, the wrestling prince was left vulnerable to his new found lover.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa’s head was swimming, and not just with the stinging chops and breath-stealing holds that Daisuke was unleashing on her. The masked woman was a bundle of nerves and heady emotions, her mind struggling to keep up with everything her body had been experiencing in the last few hours. Daisuke had been in her head all night, and while she had come to realize that these feelings had been present for a long time, the luchadora had not made herself ready to actually deal with them. Now, it was out there, and she had no choice. Of course, wrestling physically was much easier than dealing with her rampaging emotions, so that was what the masked heroine was going to do!

She couldn’t help but let out a gasp as she slid up Daisuke’s muscular body, feeling him pressed against her curves while she went up and over. The hot oil made the escape even possible, and it was still a tight fit, but she still managed to slide over him, take him by the waist and flip him over with the destroyer! Coming up onto the oiled mat, Santa Tigresa gasped for air, hugging her aching ribs while looking over her shoulder at Daisuke’s writhing body. She bit her lip.

“Ready to give, little prince?” The Tigresa asked, as she reached back with her legs and clamped her thick thighs around Daisuke’s neck! With his face pressed just an inch from her thick, oil-sheened ass, La Santa flexed her legs and tried to choke her lover and rival out right there, on the canvas!

[Teenwrestler]

He figured he would work his lover over in the corner, get her nice and winded out to continue out-grappling her. His tactic seemed to work as La Santa was struggling in the corner with his shoulder driven into her abdomen and he kept grinding it against it. However, the legendary luchadora would pull off a very creative counter with the use of the ropes to slide herself up and over his back before grabbing him by the waist to send him down onto his back in a thunderous destroyer. The slam left the prince reeling in pain, he clutched his back and bridged up while moaning out loud.

Meanwhile, La Santa would be on her belly while she looked over her shoulder towards her prince who was still struggling. This allowed Santa to tease him while wrapping her thighs around his neck, forcing his face against her ass in a tight headscissors submission. Growling at her use of his hated nick-name Daisuke would squirm about wildly. His hands would move up to press against her ass and using the oil he pushed hard and after a back and forth struggle, managed to pull free.

"Hah...you're going to have to try harder than that." he said before pouncing on her back. Daisuke would reach forward, clutching her chin with his oiled hands and pull her head back in a camel clutch. Forcing her body into a "C" like position, Daisuke would lean his head forward to plant a kiss on her lips while torturing her in the camel clutch. After kissing her he would lean back, pulling her head back viciously. "Love, just say you quit." he said in a serious tone.

"I told you, I love you but I will do anything it takes to defeat you tonight. Yes, Santa Tigresa, my greatest opponent in the ring is also the woman I love." he admitted. "Quit now love, this hurts me more than it hurts you." he smirked as his oily grip was struggling to hold her chin.

[Luncha_Libre]

Getting worked over in the corner, getting ground down by the leanly muscular wrestling prince, was something that Santa Tigresa oddly didn’t hate. She couldn’t help but think of his body pressed against her, even trapping her down … but she wasn’t about to just let that happen. The slide over him went so smoothly, so fluidly, that her curves just glided over his back and her legs hooked his waist with ease. Planting Daisuke with the destroyer made a splash of oil around them, and she crawled away to catch her breath. Of course, she couldn’t resist taunting him just a little bit, one more time. That might have been a mistake.

“Ah!” Santa Tigresa gasped as Daisuke jumped up and mounted her. The luchadora flailed in her efforts to escape, falling to the mat and slipping in the oil. Her hands flapped uselessly as she reached for safety, finding nothing. Daisuke had her trapped, and was ready to take full advantage of that fact.

“Aaargh!” Santa Tigresa gave a pained moan as her head was cranked back. Her legs kicked, not accomplishing much more than making her thick ass jiggle and bounce beneath Daisuke while he pulled her head around. Santa Tigresa flashed a fierce look at the Prince as he twisted her around, her ample and well-oiled bust heaving as she squirmed in his grip. Her eyes opened wide when he planted a shocking kiss on her face, making her let out a moan. Her chest swelled as she took a deep breath, her hot tongue darting out of her mouth to explore his lip, all unconsciously until the pain brought her back to reality.

“AH!” Santa Tigresa groaned as he pulled his lips away. “I-argh! I doubt that …” Santa Tigresa grunted in pain, “but I’ll g-give you … plenty of chances to hurt, my love!” The taunt wasn’t a confident one, however, as all Santa Tigresa could do was thrash around in the hold. She couldn’t muster a real counter in this position, but she could hope that her hot and oiled body would be too much for even Daisuke to handle, as she thrashed against him with all her might!

[Teenwrestler]

It was truly a test of physical and emotional strength. The wrestling prince was doing his best to both physically hurt Santa Tigresa in an effort to make her say 'I Quit' while also showing his love and affection for her. As Daisuke sat atop of her, reeling her head back in a camel clutch he would lean his head forward and plant a kiss on his lovers lip. Santa, despite in pain and struggling to escape, welcomed and returned the kiss. The two would moan in the tender embrace before finally parting lips, when the pain was a bit too much for the proud Luchadora to bear.

Daisuke would lean back, once again applying full force on the camel clutch to viciously pull her head back. He demanded that she would submit but the proud female would refuse, even taunting at her new found lover. "Hah, your words are strong but your action speak otherwise love" he said. She continued to trash about in the oiled mats and Daisuke would soon relent, releasing his grip on her chin and letting her head drop onto the mat. "Now I seriously doubt that" he said in response to her claiming she would have chances to hurt him.

Still sitting on her back, he would lean forward to kiss the back of her neck and massage her shoulders briefly. "I'm sorry Santa, lets hug it out" he said getting off her back to get up on his feet. Daisuke reached down to grab her hair and yank it harshly, using it to pull Santa up on her feet before wrapping his arms around her waist and squeezing with all his might to trap her in a bearhug.

"Love, do you quit?" he asked.

[Luncha_Libre]

The heady mix of pain and love, and even lust, swelling through Santa Tigresa and flooding her senses was making her dizzy. Grappling in hot oil was something completely new to the luchadora, while Daisuke seemed much more in his element. Of course, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to make him earn those words from her. After all, even if she was in love with him, would she be the woman he loved if she just laid down and gave up?
“Hnngh,” Santa Tigresa moaned, and chuckled a little as Daisuke rubbed her shoulders. She knew something was coming, that he wasn’t just going to start taking it easy on her, but she cried out as he took her by the hair! “AH!” the luchadora cried out, getting yanked back up to her feet. She slipped and slid, poor footing making it all too easy for Daisuke to scoop her up and lock on a bear hug!

“Nnnngh!” she moaned, chest heaving as she arched her spine in pain. The Tigresa’s arms flopped to her sides, and she pressed her legs around Daisuke to try and get some support so that gravity wasn’t pulling her thick body down into his grip too hard. She felt flush, feeling his toned body pressed tight against her. The thoughts that she had been trying to deny for years were flooding her head, now, ruining her focus and making her weak. She could feel her cheeks flush beneath her mask, her breasts swelling slightly, her nipples poking against her top.

“N-no way,” She hissed, through clenched teeth. “Not … that … easy!” La Santa shook her head, and tried a desperate tactic. She pushed her body down, trying to use the oil to slip out of the hold. La Santa would make a sudden, sharp drop, her curvy body trying to slide down his muscular frame. Of course, even if that worked, she would just wind up with her head level with his crotch, on her hands and knees in front of him.

[Teenwrestler]

Never had Daisuke and Santa Tigresa ever wrestle like this. Just earlier today in the afternoon in their sauna wrestling match, the match was intense with hints of lust but both wrestlers never showed any emotions like they were doing now. With their emotions out in full, Daisuke and Santa were enjoying wrestling each other more than they ever had. The competitive nature of the two still existed, both wrestlers wanted to win and it showed from the complex maneuvers they were putting each other in. Daisuke took the advantage, trapping his lover in a crushing bearhug. He squeezed her body against his oiled frame, his toned, chiseled body grinding against hers while he squeezed her with all his might so that she was unable to breathe and felt a sharp pain on her back.

Santa fought back valiantly, pressing her legs against his side while her arms flopped to her side. She pushed her body down, using the oil as lubricant to slide down Daisuke's body and fall down on her hands and knees in front of him. "Heh clever tactic, I see you are learning to cope up with the oil wrestling conditions Santa" he said, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her up on her knees.

"My love, we had a wrestling match earlier today it seems you're not capable of wrestling twice in a day! Plus, your outfit reeks of sweat! Maybe you ought to remove that sports bra?" he joked before using the grip of her hair to force her head against his brief clad crotch, smothering her against his briefs. Daisuke would bring both hands to the back of Santa's head, pushing her face into his crotch while he was standing on his feet and Santa on her knees.

"Honey, do you quit wrestling against me?" he smirked.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa couldn’t believe the rush she was feeling, getting her hands on Daisuke like this. With everything out in the open, the luchadora felt like she could cut loose now, go full-on, and just fight in the moment. The contest was already a challenge for La Tigresa, but instead of frustration she was feeling excitement, a drive to keep struggling, win or lose. Unfortunately, ‘win’ was starting to look like an unlikely scenario …

On her knees in front of him, Santa Tigresa quickly realized her disadvantage. When Daisuke taunted her, however, she simply smirked. Before she could get up, though, the Wrestling Prince grabbed her by the back of her head, and shoved her face-first into his crotch! Feeling his manhood pressed up against her features through the fabric of his trunks and her mask, Santa Tigresa squirmed, only managing to grind her face against the length of his shaft helplessly as she flailed around in the oil at their feet!

“Ohhhh,” Santa Tigresa moaned, getting caught up in the moment. She found her mouth opening, tongue poking out, ready to brush up against his oiled, all-too-thin trunks. She looked up at Daisuke, saw his smirk, and flashed back one of her own. Thinking quickly, Santa Tigresa leaned into Daisuke’s crotch, letting the smell and feel of it fill her senses … as she placed her hands across the back of his knees and pulled hard, trying to sweep his legs out from under him and send him crashing back to the mats!