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

[Teenwrestler]

The scissor was a partial smother too with Daisuke's face buried against Ossi's crotch. However, Daisuke's resilience would prove decisive as his thrashing and flailing about would aid in Ossi's hold being loosened up. Her legs would slip and slid against Daisuke's neck while he yanked his arms backwards to break free, the oil made the escape smooth as better and soon enough he found himself free from the scissors. Gasping for air, Daisuke would soon get up on his knees panting heavily while watching Ossi falling back.

"You!" he growled, adjusting his briefs before reaching to grab her hair and pulling her up to her knees along with him. The prince would wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her into his body and locking her in a bearhug whilst on their knees. The prince did his best to squeeze her, despite his hands slipping and sliding all over her smooth skin.

"S-submit" he growled in frustration trying to squeeze as much as he could.

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Falling back and flailing around in the oil, Ossi failed to stop Daisuke as he took his chance, pouncing on the heiress and pulling her to her knees by the hair. She let out a sharp screech of pain at the unsporting assault, but that soon became the least of her worries when Daisuke's armed encircled her glistening waist.

"NGHHOO!" she blurted as he began squeezing the life from her, jamming their oil slick bodies together in a bearhug. He demanded her submission, but the stubborn Arab beauty shook her head desperately. The hug could have been worse, the oil making it hard for Daisuke to totally hold her in place, and that gave her a small window of opportunity.

"Never!" she hissed angrily, before shoving hard with her legs, trying to push her body up, sliding through Daisuke's grip. If she succeeded, she would try to bring her breasts up straight into Daisuke's face, smothering him in her oily cleavage and trying to knock him down onto his back once more!

[Teenwrestler]

Once again Daisuke sought to gain control over his former tag team partner. Grabbing onto her oily hair, he yanked on it hard to pull her up onto her knees before quickly closing in the gap to lock in a bearhug submission. His chiseled body hotly pressed against hers, their oily and sweaty bodies pressed tight in the heat of battle. Daisuke would grind his body against hers on purpose knowing it got her flustered. However, to his surprise she handled his tricks well and while the bearhug was uncomfortable, it was certainly not painful due to the oiled conditions.

In the end, Ossi would refuse to submit while moaning in pain. Using her strong legs she pushed forward, leaning her weight onto Daisuke and would eventually topple him over. "Ouuffff" Daisuke cried out as he splashed onto the oily surface with Ossi on top. In an instant, her arms wrapped around his head and his face was shoved into her oily breasts.

"MMFMMFMFMFM NOMFHMM" panicking under the Heiress. His hands flailed about as he flopped out like a fish out of water.

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Ossi swelled with elation as her gambit worked! Resisting the temptations of their bodies pressing so close, she managed to shove herself up out of the tight squeeze and stuff her breasts over Daisuke's face, shoving him backwards and knocking him down. She landed on top of him, spreading her legs wide to keep her purchase as she leaned her torso down over her struggling male opponent.

"How ... about... you... submit," she gasped, relishing Daisuke's panicked, ineffectual flailing as he lay beneath her. She pressed her chest down hard to smother the air from her foe, pressing her lower body down and grinding into him, doing her best to hold him in place in spite of the oil that lathered both combatants.

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince figured that the bearhug submission hold would earn him his second victory over his former tag team partner. His squeezing efforts were slightly nullified by the oiled conditions and Ossi, taking advantage of it, would push her legs on the mat and lean forward until Daisuke toppled over and fell onto his back. From there, the Heiress would press herself haughtily on top of the prince and grind her body against him to create that awkward friction between former partners.

Her arms would wrap around his head and now he was trapped in a breast smother. Unable to breathe, he frantically flopped around while his arms flailed in the air. He had no room to breathe, her oiled breasts engulfed his senses leaving him no room to breathe. His warm breath flew against her while he struggled which seem to get weaker and weaker.

"Mmmfmfmfm!" he mumbled before waving his hands in the air to signal that he had enough. His hands dropped down on the mat, splattering oil about before he wildly began to tap her back, thighs, ass and every part of her body to signal to Ossi that he submits. "Mmfmfigivemmfhfgivemfm" he moaned.

[arktriumph]

She had him, Ossi could tell. Daisuke never could handle her smothers, no match for the Syrian's voluptuous frame as he flailed around like a fish out of water beneath her. Soon his panicked struggles subsided and he began slapping at the mats, unable to voice his submission properly on account of his face being jammed into her cleavage!

She remained on top of him for a moment, revelling in her position of power for a few extra seconds before peeling herself backwards off the Prince's oiled body, looking down with satisfaction at his breathless features. She traced a finger down his glistening chest with a grin.

"And that, my Prince, is 2-1," she tittered, reaching back to pat his tight briefs with her other hand, taking full advantage of her dominant position. Eventually she stood up, leaving Daisuke on the mat in the oily field of battle while she moved to her corner, beginning to towel off the sweat and oil in preparation for the next bout!

[Teenwrestler]

There was no way this was happening. After a strong and dominating start in the first fall, Ossi had come back strong and shown to her prince just how good she was (or bad he was) in the wrestling ring. Reversing his submission into one of her own, the Syrian would lay atop of Daisuke's chiseled, oiled up frame and would grind herself atop of him. Her arms wrapped around his head, forcing his mouth and nose against her oiled up breasts to take in no fresh air and the scent of her oiled skin. Wriggling under her and doing his best to break free, the breast smother was too much for the prince who had no choice but to submit.

His hands began to tap the tarpaulin and the round was over. Ossi would remain on top, quite literally rubbing the victory in his face before peeling herself off him. Daisuke was left down on his back, panting heavily in a heap of oil and sweat while looking up at Ossi in anger while she patted his briefs. Soon she would remind him of the score before heading to her corner.

Slapping the tarpaulin surface in anger Daisuke couldn't believe it. "Argh get this thing off....." he said getting up and moving to his corner. He would towel off the sweat and oil while the referee would remove the tarpaulin and the matted surface of the ring was once more visible. The referee would then remind the two "Round 4, smother submission only" she said.

Daisuke knew this was his last chance, he had to win this round.

[arktriumph]

Having finished cleaning herself off after the oil match, Ossi slid back into her wrestling attire, slowly and shamelessly putting on a show for the fans as she watched Daisuke, the Prince clearly seething after his submission in the oil round. Snapping her briefs into place around her trim waist, Ossi tossed her hair and fixed Daisuke with a devious smile.

"Dear, oh dear, my prince," she tittered. "You thought you would win that, and now you have to face me in smother bout? You know you have a weakness for my smothers." Flexing her muscles for the fans, she swaggered out into the centre of the ring, nodding to the referee to indicate her readiness. She grinned at Daisuke and beckoned him forward, knowing that it would only take one simple smother to put an end to the Wrestling Prince's hopes in this match!

[Teenwrestler]

Daisuke was indeed seething, how was Ossi out-wrestling him in the matches that he selected? There was no way the Syrian Heiress could ever have gotten this good in the short amount of time they had been separated! Watching on with his teeth gritted and his fists clenched, he would too cleanse himself off the oil and sweat that coated his body while Ossi would put back her briefs and sports bra. While Ossi was all smiles and confident, Daisuke was livid and glaring into the eyes of the woman who he called her a partner not too long ago.

"H-how dare you?! This isn't over...." he hissed at her from his corner while the referee would remove the tarpaulin and the ring mats were now exposed. "Shut up. I will not lose to your smothers anymore" he said. "You have no honor in wrestling." he said before walking forward to meet her in the middle of the ring. Once the two were ready the forth round of this match would begin.

As soon as the bell rang, Daisuke would raise his arms up and attempt to lock Ossi in a clinch and try to out-grapple her by pushing her all the way back into her corner.

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Ossi was now feeling supremely confident, 2-1 up over the wrestling prince and cruising into his worst match up of the 5 bouts they would fight. She rolled her eyes at Daisuke's predictable blustering and moved to meet him in the centre of the ring. The bell rang to commence the 4th fall and she bent her knees and extended her arms in readiness.

But she underestimated the Prince's strength and anger as he bulled into her in a wrestling cinch. For a moment she tried to hold her ground, but a wail of dismay escaped her lips as Daisuke easily overpowered her, shoving hard. Ossi stumbled her way backwards until she was driven hard into the turnbuckle by her foe.

"UNNGHH!" she blurted, her arms flopping back over the top topes as her spine slammed into the corner, reeling from the sudden exertion of force from the Wrestling Prince!