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Match Type: Oil Hentai Submission Match
Victory Conditions: Forcing the opponent to give a verbal submission. Classic Mat Wrestling rules are in effect: Striking is prohibited, with an exception made for spanking.
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Match Type: Oil Hentai Submission Match
Victory Conditions: Forcing the opponent to give a verbal submission. Classic Mat Wrestling rules are in effect: Striking is prohibited, with an exception made for spanking.
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Aaliyah Shadid

There was a sizeable crowd watching Aaliyah Shadid as she waited for her entrance music to hit. "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" The excitement had the porn star bouncing on her feet. Her tiny bikini was already struggling to contain the serious curves that were spilling out of it. The jiggling made a miracle of it every single time she landed on her feet. They were still in the States, so these people had most likely seen her naked already, but the chance to see her popping out of her "clothes" up close before it was supposed to happen was...titillating.
Aaliyah let management know that she was curious about oil matches. She'd worked with the stuff on set, so she loved the idea of wrestling in it for real. For real, for real: No script, no plan, no nothing. And not only did they set her up with one, they also made it submission rules. Fuck until you can't anymore! And not only did they make it submission rules, they hooked a sister up with what was promised to be a mega hottie!
"I'm readyyyy! Come ooooonn!"
Aaliyah would promptly receive as though the sound guy had heard her impatient whine. The foxy Egyptian stepped out immediately, to absolutely electric fanfare. Stopping at the stage, she'd get that belly rolling. Hips swaying. Chest bouncing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an Oil Hentai Submission match! It will continue until a competitor offers a vocal submission! Classic Mat Wrestling rules are also in effect, with an exception made for spanking!"
"Woo!"
"Introducing first, standing at five feet and six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, fighting out of Los Angeles, California...! Aaaaaliyaaaaaah Shadiiid!"
Her advance down the ramp would be half dance, half walk, all hypnotizing movement. Learned and practiced, with a hand held out to clap against those that reached out for it as she took to a side. Instead of climbing right up onto the apron, she'd continue towards this chosen side, skipping past the stairs. She wanted to devote a few seconds to a special member of the audience.
Tali Rikishi

Aaliyah turned back towards the stairs, preferring its untouched security to the already slickened tarp that replaced the standard ring mat. A Beautiful nod would follow, with her stopping in the middle of stepping through the ropes to beckon a camera man over, point to her big, jiggly ass, and give the fans at home one hell of a pre-show before entering the ring.
She noted the two buckets of oil that awaited the competitors and stood by them, eying the stage.