This time its Official- Daisuke vs Arlise

[Teenwrestler]

Arlise Christiaens was a name that Daisuke had not heard in quite a while. It seemed quite the ages ago since the two had their first run in at LAW, leading to an impromptu fight! It seemed ages ago because it had indeed been quite some time since that match happened before the red head took a sabbatical. When Daisuke heard of Red's return, he simply had to meet her. She had given him one of the toughest matches in his career and after a competitive showing- it was ultimately he who had lost the match. Before he could have aimed to get better and challenge her to a rematch, she was already gone...until she returned. So the time was perfect, he had been training and wrestling for a while while she was no doubt just taking nice vacation. This was the perfect chance for him to take the "oh so sweet revenge" against her.

After a brief exchange in the gym, the pleasantries were quickly over and the two bickered about who was the better wrestler given her leave. Daisuke was appalled that she still thought she could beat him after all this time so it was natural the two agreed to a match, this time making it official! The two agreed to meet each other on the mats this time for some pure technical wrestling. No fancy ring, no noisy crowd, no annoying official...just a room, mats, the two oiled up....with the winner being declared as simply the better wrestler!

Daisuke

It worked well for Daisuke, he was going to prove to Red just that! He didn't need a ring, the crowd or a ref to beat her. All he needed was his superior wrestling ability. In his locker room, he would take a quick shower before changing into a pair of CK briefs and nothing else. Putting on a pair of flip flops, he would head over towards one of the wrestling rooms they were scheduled to compete in.

Entering the room, Daisuke noted the wrestling mats laid out on the floor with two bottles of lavender scented oil. He thought it would be best to wait for his opponent first before oiling up so he would instead take this chance to limber up. He would stand in the center of the mats and bend forward, reaching down to touch his toes before straightening up. Next, he would twist his hip from side to side before jumping up and down on his toes, getting himself nice and ready.

Mats

[Winter]

Did Arlise Christiaens need to prep for her usual two hours for a match where she would become covered in oil?

Whether or not she truly needed to do so, the Belgian beauty did. Though she avoided some of her usual makeup, knowing it would get smeared all over her face and leave her looking horrible, she nonetheless touched up her eyes and lips and spent... exactly as long as she usually would have fixing her hair and even her simplistic, scant attire, more suited for a match on the mats and in oil compared to her leotards. No one rushed her, anyway - her match involved no one but Arlise herself and her opponent. The only ones privy to its events and results would watch the recording later, and she wished to look good on that recording.

It seemed a suitable circumstance for a rematch with Daisuke. The prince, as he loved to be called. She rolled her eyes, though with as much amusement as disgust, as she leaned on a bench in the dressing room and pulled at a lifted foot to stretch her leg. Their previous "match" if one could call it that, mere weeks into Arlise's time with LAW, had required nothing but the two of them and a ring in the gym. A few scattered visitors to the gym had witnessed their battle, of course, but for all intents and purposes, the two had struggled against each other in solitude. Arlise considered that match... relatively decisive, but she knew that Daisuke could have relied on all the usual excuses about the "unofficial" nature of the match as an excuse to seek her out and demand an official rematch. He had done precisely that, and she had not denied him the chance.

But the circumstances - those should stay the same. Oil stood as the only addition, and she understood why - not simply because he wanted his hands on her oiled skin. Oil did truly separate the true grapplers from the imitators.

Finishing her stretches and eager to put him in his place once more, Arlise strolled down the hallway to the designated room and eased her way in, finding him awaiting her. Seeing him going through his own routine had her rolling her eyes again, and she silently watched him for several seconds. She might have conceded that he had a body even women would envy if he did not already have such an inflated head.

Finally, she pushed inside and announced herself with the audible pitter-patter of her feet on the featureless floor until she reached the mats, and she eyed the oil at her feet with a hand on her hip before her gray eyes lifted to him.

"I should have you do all the work with the oil as my reward for winning our last encounter," she sassily told him.

Spoiler

[Teenwrestler]

There was something about this woman that was different. Usually, Daisuke would have acted all arrogant and be his cocky self and he was exactly that way when they first met. However, after their spar, the tone had changed and he remembered that their final interaction wasn't as hostile. They ended up on a rather pleasant note and after that, the red head took a rather long sabbatical. The truth was that Daisuke didn't make their unofficial match as an excuse to challenge her to an official one, it was something else. It was perfect that this match was away from the crowd because he had a lot to talk about first.

Arlise came in, being her sassy self and reminding him of his loss to her all that while ago and asking for a reward. Daisuke would turn around to face her after hearing that voice after so long. He would eye her from head to toe, she had clearly been working out and getting her self ready for her LAW comeback. "Hey Red, long time no see. I see someone's working out" he said, pointing at her abdomen. "I want to get something straight though" he said as he approached her, getting face to face with the woman who beat her fair and square last time they wrestled.

"I didn't challenge you to a match because our last one didn't count on the account of it being off the record. You did beat me, I admit that. Im here because I want to even the score and prove that, since the last time, I've gotten on to become the better wrestler" he would say, staring her directly in the eye. "And...I suppose I do owe you for that last match?" he would say, grabbing the bottle of oil that was meant for her. "On your knees, I'll oil you up" he surprisingly agreed.

[Winter]

She almost considered herself surprised that he offered pleasantries.

"Always," she retored, surprised he had thought to compliment the process with her figure. Of course, they had finished their last encounter with pleasantries. While she could put losses behind her, both official and unofficial... he seemed to have enough of an ego that she could see absence turning into frustration. That did not seem fully the case, so while she looked on with scrutiny as he neared her, she listened and found his words pleasing. Slowly, her own stance eased even with him close enough to jump her, and she even conceded with a long, appreciative nod of her head.

"I don't believe I am saying this, but I like everything you just said," she admitted, though the sass returned to her face a moment later before it reached her voice. "Especially the part where you admitted that I beat you. But if you talk like that, you might have a few more rematches in your future after I win a second time." And even if she didn't, she meant it.

He even offered to do precisely as she asked. A bit... pushy with his declaration that she should get on her knees, but she would let it pass. Nonetheless, her eyes narrowed slyly. "I would say you want the excuse to get me 'on my knees' and rub me down, but the match will be filled with that, no matter." She fixed him with her gray eyes as if to dare him to claim otherwise, but she did as he told her... perhaps playing up the sensuality a bit as she turned away, eased to her knees, and sat on her feet, presenting her back to him so he could start there. She pulled her red hair out of the way to give him good access to her shoulders without the goop getting all in her hair. "Don't take too long."

[Teenwrestler]

He figured that Arlise would be a bit surprised about his change of attitude towards her. He complimented her figure and she seemed to enjoy those compliments, even relaxing her guard when he came close enough towards her. She would verbally admit that she liked what he had to say and for a moment, he figured she would drop her sassy girl attitude as well. However, it didn't appear like that was going to be the case- at least not fully! "Heh aren't you looking too far ahead? Lets just get this one out of the way first. Plus, you're not winning this one" he chuckled before he told her to get down on her knees if she wanted her request to be honoured.

The look on her eyes made him think she was being suspicious or cautious, but she did went with his demand even though she did put in a sly dig in towards him. "Heh don't be ridiculous now. I'm simply doing as you requested, plus I suppose it is a fair request for winning our first match" he would retort, letting her know there wont be any funny business. After she got down and moved her hair away, he would get down behind her. "I'll try not to but you do seem a little tense? Perhaps you should calm yourself down a bit, maybe take up yoga?" he said. With that, he would pour some oil on his palms before gently rubbing the back of her neck, slowly moving down her back as he rubbed his hands over her back and gently pressed his thumbs against her spine to massage her back.

After her back was done, he poured more on her shoulders and began to rub the lavender scented liquid down across her arm. "So, what made you come back?" he asked while he poured on more is palm before rubbing his hands against her abdomen to oil her front, massaging her abs before tapping them to let her know he was done. "I think that covers it, right?" he said. With that, he would gently grab her hand and pull her back up to her feet, with the two standing nose to nose now.

"Im ready to wrestle...." he said, looking straight into her eyes.

[Winter]

Arlise admitted it to herself, even if she continued to resist saying it to him - he would have her respect if this attitude persisted.

At first, he had struck her as someone with no respect for any woman... which had happened likely because every word he had uttered in the gym that day lent to that image. If they learned to get along in the long run, he needed a good, long talking to about it - that he should not treat anyone that way, much less women who could crack his skull. But at least she had seemed to earn her respect through her prowess, and she considered that not only a small victory but the makings of someone she could consider... a friendly rival. Emphasis on the rival.

"Maybe. But you will have to convince me that I am wrong, first," she told him when he mentioned she might have gotten ahead of herself with the bragging. If he won, she would concede, too. Begrudgingly, yes, but she suspected he would have what he wanted if he admitted that their talents seemed equally matched.

That she would let him rub oil over her without worrying about him locking her in a sleeperhold likely testified to her changed attitude, and she stifled a snicker as he spoke. "Are you being..." The word evaded her a moment. "...defensive? Changing the subject? I only tease, but you are taking it very seriously." Of course, these words she intended to tease, too. She understood many men here, even outside of their matches rolling around nearly naked with women, likely had a few accusations thrown their way.

"And no, yoga makes me yawn. This is how I work out tension."

He did a fine enough job with the oil, and Arlise relaxed and grew warm indeed, in equal parts, from the attention to her skin. She resisted the latter sensation, knowing she did not want to give him that idea - not yet, anyway - but found that difficult indeed once they sat face-to-face and he rubbed oil over the front of her. She felt fortunate women could hide their reactions to such attention, and she used his question as an excuse to distract her mind. "I never wanted to leave, ah, for good," she told him, holding back on the teasing answer with the way her body felt. "I had a head needing clearing."

He even helped her up. Funny, considering he would likely try to toss her to the ground again in moments. Nonetheless, she nodded her appreciation, amusement and satisfaction playing at her lips, and rose until she stood face-to-face with him. She gently checked the feel of the oil on her own arms and abs before she looked back to him, getting a sense of how... slippery they had become. Very, was the answer.

"And I am, too," she answered, taking one step back so they wouldn't bang heads as she dropped into her stance. "Let's see how you will feel in five minutes."

[Teenwrestler]

Were they actually talking? Like normal, friendly human beings? One couldn't fathom that when it came to wrestling rivals, especially when it consisted of someone like Daisuke and Arlise. Both were rather short tempered and supremely confident in their ability and certainly their last match was exactly that. It had been a long time ago, maybe they both matured- certainly Daisuke or maybe Daisuke had learned to finally respect an opponent who he lost to. He listened to her carefully as she gave answered to his questions. "I plan to" he would say, rather quickly when she said it was going to take some convincing to her being wrong.

He chuckled at her comment that she was just messing around and that perhaps he took it too seriously. "I understand. I am sure you must have had your reasons for doing so. We could all use some time away to clear our heads" he would say, not really pushing for an answer as to why she left. He thought a little mystery was always intriguing. However, now it was time for the main event. With the two oiled up, both rose to their feet and were now face to face as Arlise as the two exchanged competitive glares.

With her stating she was ready, it was time to wrestle. "Why? Is that all the time its going to take to make you submit?" He would retort back before raising his arms as well. He would circle her for a brief moment before lunging in, there was no game of cat and mouse here as Daisuke was looking to take her head on. The prince attempted to get her in a clinch grapple, before trying to push her all the way back against the wall. His game plan was simple, keep the match as close as possible and leave no space between them to neutralize the oil.

If he managed to grapple her and push her back first into the wall, he would attempt to pin her arm over her head and make a statement.

[Winter]

This match would never work as well without some clapbacks between them.

Arlise had to imagine the unseen future audience - as well as those in LAW putting the match together - appreciated having that touch of tartness between the two of them before they began the match. It certainly left bemusement playing at the redhead's lips. Rather than retort, however, the Belgian beauty reeled in her focus. A task so simple as moving their feet could prove a challenge in a match such as this one, after all, and as he began to circle, she stayed focused on hers, ensuring they did not slip out from beneath her on any stray oil.

They never did, but that did not mean Arlise did not end up slipping. He took the first step, barreling into her with aggression. Perhaps she should have weaved past him, used her graceful feet and smaller stature to her advantage, but pride ensured that Titania took his bullrush head-on. It worked about as well for her as it typically did for anyone who stepped in front of a bull, and while she managed to lift her arms quickly enough to prevent him from fully pressing into her space and leaving her a stumbling, staggering mess as he threw his weight into her, the brief handfighting still left her on the back foot - several back feet, in fact, since she could not find a chance to set them and stop his momentum.

She had to shuffle and struggle to stay upright before her butt smacked against the wall, followed closely by her back and shoulders. Arlise set her jaw and pushed back into him to open up more space, but he grabbed her by each arm and forced them over her head before she could wrench them back down to her sides. She grimaced... stuck. Stuck far too quickly. Refusing to give him the pleasure of having her exposed torso to start working over, however, she turned and tried to thrust her hips into his gut to force him to release her.

[Teenwrestler]

It seemed she was still the same Arlise from the first time they wrestled. Quick to have a fiery retort ready, always ready to take her opponent head on-even when there were smarter ways to deal with them. He banked on the fact that she was too proud to take the easy way out and would accept his grapple battle head on. The two locked up, and immediately Daisuke would push into her to try and force her back. It was no easy task because Arlise was a strong woman, those muscles she had on were not for show and the prince had to work really hard to actually force her way back. In fact, he was struggling for a bit and thought he might have under estimated her a bit. However, in the end, his cocky smirk returned when he managed to push Titania back against the wall.

Their oiled and toned frames pressed together while his abs grinded against hers. She would push back into him but Daisuke had her trapped, there was no escape as Daisuke took this moment in to emphasis the point that he had won this little exchange of theirs. "Nice try, but maybe next time you should-Guuuuuuugh!" before he could finish that sentence, however, Arlise would thrust her hips into his gut. He let out a loud audible groan as the smack echoed in the small private room and he was forced to release her wrists and slightly bend forward towards her.

"Nrgh yeah....cheap shot" he groaned, leaning into her.