Outmatched in Oil Quarterfinals - Angelina Tarrant v. Yoko Hinode

[FreestylePoet]

Outmatched in Oil Tournament Match
Victory by verbal submission. Hentai and catfighting tactics (e.g. hair pulling) are allowed. Match takes place in a small, private matroom with oil on the ground. Wrestlers will be nude and must be oiled up before starting the match. The winner earns the right to sexually humiliate the loser and moves on to the Outmatched in Oil semifinals.

Angelina Tarrant v. Yoko Hinode (NSFW)

VS

[Kookio]

Yoko couldn't believe she actually got accepted to fight in this tournament. She knew she was famously clumsy, but she had the motivation to try and fight that curse today by participating in a match that was destined to be the bane of her existence. She was definitely not going to win, but even hitting one clean punch against her opponent was good enough for her.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She examined her figure a little, turning her body. She still didn't understand why a body like this only attracted other girls... Enough thinking. Sbe had a match to lose.

The sailor girl would run over to the entrance of the room. She was so used to having to make some sort of entrance... Oh well. At least she wouldn't have to deal with her thirsty fans. She oiled herself up, making sure to hold onto a nearby rail while doing so. It was so... Oily... As she stepped into the arena, the tone of the match would already be set because Yoko couldn't even get a single foot down before she was sent sliding into the nearby wall with a yelp. She tried getting up once but immediately slipped again and fell back on her ass. Fuck it. She was just gonna sit until her opponent came in. Hopefully it wasn't someone she knew. That would be extra embarrassing.

[Monsy]

It's almost surreal, thinking about it. Twenty years old and this is what she's doing. "Fuck me, man."
Being all oiled up was like a blanket. Her temperature climbed two degrees. But damn did she shine like a model. From scarlet tips, to the details on her small neck, to the crevices of her midsection especially. The ever-faint muscles that flowed on the flanks of her naval. Her legs too, which somehow seemed bigger when they were covered. She gave a side profile, looked in a mirror and poked her own bottom. Squishy. Then traced the finger up her side to the ribs. She bit her lip, suddenly delayed once she figured the consequences.

This being taped and redistributed, solely on her and another women, felt... Queasy, when it came to it. Fun from afar, but the intimate attention and thinking about how this'll look... ESPECIALLY if she lost. Man. It was one thing to be a girl's cum slut in one of the biggest sports in the world... But this was niche, wasn't it? Nngh.... Fuck it. She smiled -- then winked in her reflection before heading off. Winning was to be easy: just don't fuckin' lose stupid. Just yank the hair in all different directions if things go south. Apparently that was legal, but striking... Less so.

She entered the room before long, naked as one can could be and stepped onto the mats, then pushed off a wall to slide to the opposite end and stop herself using an outstretched left.

"Yooooooo.... Oh." A person!... That... Seemed like someone. Angelina pursed her lips, studying them. An index went to her bottom lip and she hummed. "Do I know ya from somewhere?"

[Kookio]

Unlike Angie, the moment Yoko saw her opponent walk out onto the entrance, it was as if all the color melted from her body. "Oh... Fuck..." she said out loud, her legs nearly slipping right out from under her the moment she let her guard down. Yoko's expression shifted to immediate annoyance while Angie walked into the room with her.

"Um, yeah? You took advantage of me while I was drunk and stole from me." she replied while clenching her fist in anger. "I was nearly cancelled on Twitter cause of you because everyone thought I had a girl friend." she added, recalling the week-long drama she had to deal with online due to that fiasco at the bar.

[Monsy]

Her lips tightened while listening. There was something in there, just a tiny flicker, that wanted to mention about how little that narrowed it down. But she thought more recently, and that got things down to about three or five potentials. She never caught if Yoko was a wrestler, though. The talk of twitter just made her squint.

"Do ya have a girlfriend?" Angelina asked, mostly buying time until she framed them with her index and thumbs. Picturing them in different outfits beyond the nude made it click. "AHA!" She pointed dramatically and beamed, "You were the needy drunk with the Sailah outfit and girly entourage. Right... Right-right."

She simmered, then threw her arms up to shrug. "Look, I don't give a ragged topsail about ya twittah. And if you're gonna ask for ya shit, then don't botha, yo. It's gone. Ovah the horizon and into the cold mists, nevah to be seen again. But if it makes ya feel bettah, we can have that fuck I fluked on." Her hand extended to them, offering a handshake. "What do ya say, girl?"

[Kookio]

Yoko looked at her with a befuddled look, while she talked. "What a jerk". These were the first words that popped into her head. She looked down at the hand her opponent held out at her, questioning if she was seriously asking her to give up the match to be fucked by a girl who robbed her.

She gave Angie a disgusted look before smacking her hand away and nearly slipping in the process. She wanted nothing more than to kick Angie's ass now. "Yeah. No." she replied curtly. And with that, the bell rang out from the speakers, officially starting the match, both to Yoko's delight and dread when she was reminded that she actually needed to move to wrestle... And she couldn't move when she kept slipping every five seconds.

[Monsy]

Being on an oil mat was a lot like skating in rain. Your grip tape becomes fucked, and your soles are flat, so prepare to slide, be light, be loose and don't fuckin' panic. That's how ya balance, and Angelina owned this aspect.

As for her hand being slapped aside? It's about what she expected. And, probably what she wanted. She didn't look like a good hate-fuck type. More of an anxious pillow princess. And there was a time and place to say all that. But right now, she just watched them, closely. Then the bell. Quick as you like.

"There's somethin' funny I just realized... " Angelina stepped back, hand placed on the wall and having a giggle at thinking about it. She was waiting for them. The size difference loomed hard. "Aftah this shit, it ain't just gonna be girls who will only see ya for looks. Dumbass."

[Kookio]

"Uh huh. Sure." she replied to Angie's comment about her, knowing full well that it might not work considering that this wasn't the first time she had done one of these matches. That being said, Angie did give her a little bit of hope for the future. If she wins this may be some of the more submissive guys would like her more.

Despite the bell ringing out and indicating the start of the match, Yoko didn't move a muscle in her legs. She had managed to just find a stable footing and there was no way she was going to sacrifice that. But if Angie would get close to initiate, she would still try to flail an arm out in the hopes in hitting Angie's breasts.

Unfortunately, if she missed that hit, her stance would fly right out from under her like a tower of cards being slapped off the table.

[Monsy]

The wild card for Angelina is that she didn't know what Yoko’s thing was: other than being a bitch baby. So, she watched, and was quite intent on letting them making a move to see what happened. Whether she went down hard or countered it swiftly didn't matter. And with her copious experience skating in rain, Angelina found herself totally comfortable.

Right on time too... Incoming! “Woop!” The arm went wide. Angelina had leaned.
A cut of wind blasted by, then a full on splat came next. A wet slap-and-smack. Beautiful stuff.

Bemused, she chuckled on the spot, then said.. “I don’t think that’s allowed, but...” She shrugged smugly, then stayed where she was to peer down at Yoko. "How about a do-ovah?"

[Kookio]

Her eyes widened as she missed her punch, with too much force carried behind a punch that would normally be supported by a nice firm ground, her body would be thrown off-balance falling face first into the mat below and sliding to the other side of the ring where she would almost hit her head had her hands not stopped the momentum by pushing against the wall. With her face covered in oil, she attempted to push herself back up onto her hands and knees... Only to splat towards the ground once more before she could answer her opponent's mockery.

She had a good feeling something like this would happen. Her being clumsy was nothing new to her. But she hadn't expected it to be this bad. It would take her a good thirty seconds to get back onto her feet thanks to the wall being used as a support. Only then would she be able to retort. "F-Fine! But don't get all mad when you learn you can't take a punch from me," she said, finding as sturdy of a stance as she could. That's when she came up with an idea.

What if she didn't need her feet? The oily floor was so slippery that maybe she could just find a proper stance and just push herself off the wall to the other side and take lipstick hair down that way. With all of the force of one of her hands, she would push off the wall, using the oil to slide across the ground as far as she could and attempt to clothes line Angie to the ground that way. Thankfuy, this move didn't result in her throwing herself off-balance. Instead, she would only fall to the ground if Angie got hit by the clothesline to the collarbone. Otherwise, she would just slide over to the other side of the wall and hang on there.