The Road to Superstardom (For Leira)

[Teenwrestler]

With the two of them alone in the small and intimate room, Ryu's nervousness seem to fade away. It was much more easy to feel right at home when it was just himself and his opponent. Even though he knew he was being recorded, when it came down to wrestling he knew that he could perform much better than he could perform in an interview. He had almost no experience wrestling against women but he didn't think that would factor in his odds at all. Ryu would start off first, immediately starting to prepare as he poured the oil on the tarpaulin covered mats. Trying to keep up the intensity and competitive spirit up, Ryu attempted to get under the skin of his opponent but got a quick response which made him bite his tongue (figuratively). It was clear he was not going to win in a war of words against a sharp tongued woman like him and he chose not to respond to her.

Ryu would then move to get down in the middle of the matted room and started to oil himself up. His gaze on himself, he didn't really pay much attention to Elle until he heard a couple of bottles drop to the mat which made him shift his gaze to the noise. When he did, his cheeks blushed a bright red. Elle was clearly enjoying this a little too much, the way she was coating herself in the oil was no doubt extremely seductive and certainly Ryu was caught staring for a moment before shaking his head to focus. He finished up doing his lower body and peeked at Elle who was done as well.

With both ready to wrestle, Ryu would approach her asking if she was ready to wrestle. Elle responded in the positive but had an ace up her sleeve. She still had a bottle in hand and would point at the male, squeezing it hard to empty its contents near his jaw and neck which startled him. "Nrgh w-what?!" he said before Elle lunged at him, taking him down to the oiled mats with her on top. "Urgh" Ryu grunted, laying on his back. His oily body squirming under Elle before his arms attempted to wrap Elle's waist and give her a firm squeeze, attempting to buck up into her and try to roll the two over.

[Leira]

Elle's giggle resounded in the small room when the oil splatted against Ryu's chin and made him start. She would never be a cheater, but anything harmlessly naughty that she could get away with, well, Elle thought they just added character to her wrestling style and to her matches. Looked like her distraction had been effective, too. While she leaned her weight forward to dive at him, he looked like he was on the back foot- er, knee. He did not manage to dodge her or bat her away, and her chest collided with the lower third of his six-pack abs. Her hands looked to grip his waist to make taking him down easier for her, but that wasn't happening with the oil.

Elle learned two things when they made contact. No, three. First, Ryu was even more solid than he looked. Elle would not be able to knock him around unless she put her full weight behind her. Secondly, he was wide in that muscular torso, and her arms were not exactly long. She would waste her time trying to clinch him. And thirdly, she certainly didn't mind her jaw accidentally pressing between his sturdy pecs, even if it got oil smeared onto part of her cheek. She wasn't going to be able to avoid getting this slick liquid on her face later, so might as well start now.

Most important was that Elle was on top already, and she used the lack of resistance between their bodies to slide forward and sit on his stomach. "You'll forgive me, right?" she asked, meaning her trickery. She didn't expect an answer, because he was writhing and fighting, and Elle couldn't really get a good spot to put her full weight on him with all the slip-and-slide. It gave him the perfect chance to get his burly arms around her hourglass waist, and his squeeze? It was powerful. "Uuugh!" Elle wailed, and it took a lot of effort for her to fight him when he tried to turn her onto her back. Her hands wildly chopped at the base of his neck, where his trapezius muscles were flexing, but she still landed on her side with a wet plopping sound with him still holding her by the waist. Now they were lying beside each other like lovers in bed.

Elle was not a good lover right now, because she threw up her knee to catch him in the gut so he would let her go.

[Teenwrestler]

It wasn't exactly a heelish move and Ryu was not going to hold it against Elle either. Sure it was a distraction to kick-start off the match but then again Ryu really couldn't expect her to challenge him head on in a grapple battle even if it was in oiled circumstances. Still, Ryu was going to give her that opportunity should she wish to test her grappling ability against him in these oiled conditions. However, Elle was not looking to go that route and would instead distract the male enough to take him down to the mat. Attempting to mount the handsome male, their bodies would end up slipping and grinding awkwardly. This sensation was alien to Ryu, having a beautiful, fit female trying to grapple his body while mounting him. It was strange and for a moment had him immobilized with a strange feeling he could not describe.

Her body slid and pressed against his own, he felt her oiled jaw press against his pecs. In response, The Dragon would wrap his arms around her waist and attempt to roll to the side. That's when Elle would fight back, impressively holding her own and started to chop at Ryu's oiled pecs. In the end, Ryu was unable to fully reverse their positions and the two ended up on their sides, their faces mashed together cheek to cheek in a stand-off.

It didn't last long because Elle had other ideas, she would raise her knee up into his gut. "Guuugh!" Ryu groaned, releasing his grip of her waist and would end up rolling back over onto his back, giving Elle a chance to attack.

[Leira]

Elle knew her knee had plunged into Ryu's stomach strongly enough for her benefit with that loud grunt he released. She couldn't exactly tell for herself, since come to think of it, most skin and toned muscle felt all the same against her knee when lots of oil was involved. For all she could tell, her knee could have connected with his thigh, his pelvis, or something much worse for him, but Elle didn't think the last one was the case because he was not holding them in agony. She only knew her blow had connected, and it must have really connected because it gave her what she wanted and more when he unwrapped his arms from her waist and rolled onto his back again. Elle was filled with excitement to see him vulnerable again.

Elle's hand slipped when she started to push herself up so she could get her oily body into a better position, and she wasn't happy with the way she had the oil covering her jawline now. But the oil did not exactly stopping the California girl from sliding into a seated position beside him. "You stay put, big guy." Her order wasn't just empty words because Elle made sure he did what he told her. First, she raised both fists and formed them into the classic axe handle that she tried to bring down on his chest. If that could keep him flattened long enough, she would plop her peach back down onto the wet mat and snake her slick, thick legs around his neck with one thigh moving under his head and one under his chin and tug lightly on his hair to move his head closer so she could clamp on a side neckscissor.

[Teenwrestler]

The knee smacked him right in the midriff, he tried not to clutch or protect it mainly because he did not want to give away to Elle that she had hit him hard where she would attempt to work him over targeting him in his injured area. Still, that was perhaps thinking in too deep and he had much more pressing concerns to deal with. With him rolling back over onto his back, he was just asking for trouble. Ryu attempted to move to his side but the oil made it hard to maneuver and soon he had a beautiful Californian girl on her knees next to him.

Raising her hands above her head, clasping them together, she would bring her fists down onto his manly pecs to strike him with a stiff double axle hand strike. The strike was enough to leave the man winded, a moan escaping his lips. "Guugh!" he cried out. There was no respite for the male wrestler because Elle would lay on her back to his side, wrapping her legs around his head and neck to trap him in a side scissors whilst grabbing his head.

"Nrgh? W-what is this subm-Mrghh-mission?!" Ryu moaned in pain, having never been subjected to submission by his fellow male wrestlers. Ryu would flop up and down on the oiled mats, like a fish out of water. His legs kicked the mats while he struggled to breathe. He would push his hands up to grab her legs, trying to use the slippery oiled conditions and his strength to try and push her legs up and off his head to escape.

[Leira]

Elle was confident that no one could have built a chest sturdy enough to take her smashing her two fists with all her might into their sternum. It turned out she was right. Her knee had not been stopped by his abs, and his chest didn't stop her downward blow. She had never wrestled a muscular hunk like Ryu, but he seemed to hurt just like the rest of them.

It gave Elle what she wanted. The chance to snag his neck. She tugged more on his hair until his ear was just an inch or two from pressing against her crotch to get him nice and snug between her thighs. It's for her benefit too that she was not able get him so tight that he brushed against her girly parts. Even the most composed ladies could get excited trapping a strong jaw against the front of her bikini bottoms. She planned on making Ryu lose his composure if he started to press an advantage (or anything else!) against her, but until Elle got him where she wanted him, she better stick to using her head instead of her libido.

While Ryu tried to speak, on the other side of his trapped neck she crossed her ankles. Then came her favorite part, squeezing! Her legs constricted around his neck and cut into his question, but he got out what he was trying to ask. His confusion made her snicker, and it was the snicker of a woman who knew she had other advantages in this match besides her looks. He must not have wrestled all that many women, and men didn't often scissor other men. They must not have enjoyed sticking their packages into each other's faces. It sure didn't bother women to give each other a face full of their sweeter parts. Or maybe that was just Elle, and not much phased Elle. "Never been in this one? Then let me introduce you to a scissorhold!" She propped up onto her hands so a big squeeze accompanied her words. The sinews in her thighs bulged and glistened in the lights and bit into his neck hungrily. She wanted to see if those nice veins in his neck could get any bigger.

Holds that relied on grip were not going to last long though, were they? Not where the smooth skin of her legs was involved, anyway. Elle watched his hips with fascination while they bucked and thrust, but the motion wasn't just fun to look at. All that bucking and his hands gripping her thighs (a sensation she had to admit she liked) was helping him slip free. The thigh under his chin slipped until it was on his chin, then covering his nose and mouth, and then he popped loose, making Elle tumble onto her back. "Shit..."

Elle used the slick mat to push away from him so he wouldn't grab her. It would give him time to get up, but that was better than him rolling on top of her. "Were you having a rough time?"

[Teenwrestler]

It seemed as if Elle came into this with a game plan. She certainly knew her stuff and knew it well. Keeping the male wrestler down on his back and winded out by a double axle handed strike, she would soon trap him in a classic scissorhold submission. Now, while most female wrestlers (and males) were privy to this standard submission but for someone like Ryu who had never wrestled a woman before joining LAW, this move was something that he did not expect. Despite that, the male wrestler was no rookie and would soon adapt and even find a way out of it. However, for the time he struggled and figured out a way to do so, Elle would take full advantage to squeeze and choke the male out.

Ryu started to squirm wildly, the oil aiding him to wiggle around. His hands would soon shoot up to grab her thighs and push them off his head and neck but was met with some resistance from Elle who propped up herself using her palms on the oiled surface of the mats. This allowed her more leverage in the squeeze and would really keep the male in trouble. "Nrghh! Owww *cough*" he groaned, doubling downing on his efforts to try and escape. Eventually, the oiled conditions would wind up in his favour and after a struggle he managed to get those smooth legs off him.

His face was smeared with oil now, thanks to the scissor. It was an odd sensation of pain and pleasure but he wouldn't ever admit that there was some pleasure in being squeezed like that. The Dragon would prop up onto his knees, breathing heavily while glaring at Elle who would tease him about his predicament. "No...." he simply replied, glaring at her.

Adjusting his briefs, he would raise his hands up and would circle her slowly this time his approach was more cautious. As the male got closer, he would attempt to quickly dart in and try to wrap his arms around her head, pulling it down and against his chest to trap her in a side headlock.

[Leira]

Ryu did not sound (or look!) like he appreciated Elle's teasing him with her question after she had made him suffer in the scissorhold, and she supposed that was understandable. That did not stop her from rising from off of her knees to her full height slowly and flirtatiously with her bikini-clad curves shimmering with oil. It did not stop her from trying to charm him with a big smile either. He was not losing his head yet (she was confidence since his briefs would not have left her guessing about any rushing blood in his body), but Elle would keep working on him. She still did not think she could beat him in a pure match of strength, and the oil was not going to give her much help with her technical skill. Elle must keep thinking ahead.

She followed his lead when he went back to business. He circled Elle, and it was impressive how he maneuvered the oil well. But he was a rough and tough man and probably had rough and tough feet. Elle watched him with her sharp green eyes and took special care to keep her feet underneath her like her first wrestling tutors had taught her while she tried to keep enough of a distance to react to his moves, but Ryu was a big man with a lot of range. Before Elle knew it, she was ending up with her back to a padded wall with him closing in on her. She shrugged away the hint of titillation. That had no business being in her thoughts. But the dangerous dance and the moments of silence made the room heavy. Elle knew he could latch onto her at any second.

Then, he struck! Elle saw him coming, but with his long arms and quick step (all those muscles weren't just for strength!), she couldn't move to the left or right fast enough to avoid him. "Aah!" Elle squeaked when she felt his coiling bicep and forearm clamp down on her head. Her back naturally dipped lower to avoid her neck getting stressed, and her hands came up to pull on the ensnaring arm. But he was yanking her in closer already, and one leg flew out from under her while the other one clomped loudly on the map so she could keep her balance. That was just before Elle's pretty face was plastered against his trunk and all the oil coated there.

Elle groaned into his tense chest while she readied herself for a grind.

[Teenwrestler]

Despite her innocently good looks, her flirtatious smile and somewhat ligthearted taunting there was no doubt that Elle was an accomplished wrestler. It seemed she knew her way around the ring and/or mats especially when wrestling against men. Ryu may have been at a disadvantage when it came to wrestling an opponent of the opposite gender but he was still confident that he could easily overcome his opponent even if it was in an oil wrestling match. Managing to escape her scissorhold submission, the two wrestlers reset their stance and were on their knees on the middle of the oiled mats staring each other down. No words were said, Elle smiled at his reaction to her little taunts and now they were ready to grapple again.

Ryu made the first move, lunging at her to trap her in a headlock. He pulled her pretty face down against his chest, pressing her cheek against his oiled pecs while his arm squeezed her head tightly. Elle would lower her back while her arms came up to grab onto Ryu's arm trying to pry his grip off her neck. Her legs were slipping and sliding on the mat while Ryu focused on keeping his grip secure, battling against his own oily skin as well as hers. Gritting his teeth he managed to get a good enough grip and continued to squeeze harder and harder.

Eventually, he attempted to transition the hold into something more secure. Ryu bucked his hips into hers and attempted to use his strength and grip to toss Elle over his hip to bring her down onto her back in a hip-toss. If he managed to pull that off, Ryu would keep ahold of her head in his arm and now shift into a grounded headlock. "Submit" he would say looking down into her beautiful eyes.

[Leira]

"Get your.. arm-"

The smacking of her unsteady feet against the oily mats and the heavy breathing told the watching cameras that Elle was really fighting to get out of Ryu's headlock, but she wasn't going anywhere. She was not making any progress at all for that matter, because every time she thought she had both slender hands gripped tightly to his forearm with a white-knuckled grip they would slide off, and when she would use her powerful legs to try and wring her head free from his torso, Elle's damp ponytail would be the only thing free enough to swing away from him. She grumbled, almost blubbered into the oil in his chest from frustration. "Aagn! This is no way to.. treat a woman!" she struggled to say, her mouth partially crushed into his chest. Getting out wasn't important solely because those powerful, sculpted arms could do more than look nice and put a hurting on her head, jaw, and neck, but Elle was not loving the oil being slathered onto her face, or onto her lips and nearly into her mouth while she struggled, either.

And the stupid oil was not helping her! Ryu's forearm had slid snugly under Elle's chin and had latched onto her so she couldn't slide free like he had escaped from the neckscissor, where her thicker legs had almost done her a disservice (curse not having those cut muscles like other wrestlers!).

"Eee!" she squealed again when his grip got harder, but he wasn't satisfied to do nothing but squeeze her. Elle was fighting him so hard that she was not balanced enough to stop Ryu's hips from smacking into hers, and she was less ready for him to use the headlock to drag her body into and over his. The sounds that would have left her lips when she was flipped over his body was lost because the momentum and the hard landing on her back took the breath out of her (she didn't like that ever!), and when Elle got the nerve to open up her eyes again, he was on top of her, driving the headlock more tightly into her skull as he pressed her into the floor.

Elle gurgled a complaint and stared with worry back into his eyes when he demanded she submit, knowing she was in trouble now. Both of them probably knew it.

Adrenaline filled her body that was triggered by her pain and panic, and Elle acted entirely out of instinct, doing the only thing she could think to do. She did not have much room to move her body, but she used all of her might, flexing her abs, to curl her hips towards her chest and swing her legs up. Elle wanted to hook one under his chin and drag him down to the mat with her!