Oil, Ego, and Shine

[RockRye]

As the seconds stretched on, Calista began to forget the initial awkwardness of the position. Her focus shifted entirely to the realization that Daisuke was genuinely struggling to escape. And failing. She watched him with growing fascination, her dark eyes flicking over his increasingly reddened face, twisted in frustration and rage. Her lips slowly curled into a smug, almost gleeful grin as his efforts became more desperate, his muscles flexing beneath the sheen of oil but unable to dislodge her. Her natural balance served her well here; she adjusted fluidly to each of his thrashing movements, her thighs and core working overtime to maintain her dominance atop him.

And then...he stilled.

Daisuke’s breathing came in heavy pants, his chest rising and falling under the weight of her ass as his body settled against the mat. Calista, feeling the strain in her muscles from holding herself steady, finally allowed herself to sit back a little, her expression glowing with victory.

“Well,” she teased, her voice light but laced with a hint of smugness. “What’s it going to be, Daisuke? Are you ready to give up completely, or should we just call it even and admit you were wrong to start all this?”

Her words hung in the air as he lay beneath her, seemingly defeated. She raised an eyebrow, ready to claim her victory, when suddenly he moved. With a burst of energy, Daisuke threw his legs upward, his timing perfect. The slickness of the oil worked to his advantage as his thighs caught her just under one armpit, the force pulling her off balance. A surprised gasp escaped her lips as she toppled backward, her body sliding from its dominant perch to land flat on the mat.

For a moment, she stared up at the ceiling, shock etched across her face as the reality of her sudden vulnerability hit her.

[Teenwrestler]

It was absolutely humiliating having to suffer through the pin. Even though there was no counting, just having her sit on top of him with her crotch so close to his face while her thighs pressed against his cheeks was unbearable. He would squirm helplessly under her, further fueling his rage to try and escape. It didn't help that the woman started to talk smack again, now that she was on top. Calista would smirk as she would look down on the prince while he looked up towards her with disdain. When he finally stopped struggling and simply laid under her, she would ask if he wanted to give up or even admit he was wrong and stop the match altogether.

He glared at her, using this moment to catch her off guard by hooking his feet under her armpit and rolling her backwards to quickly throw her off him. "Not quite" he said as he quickly got up to his knees while she was now on her back. The prince quickly grabbed a fistfull of her hair and yanked her up to a seated position while now on his knees behind her. Daisuke would wrap his arm around her neck for a dragon sleeper while snaking his legs around her body for a body scissor.

With both submissions locked in, he fell backwards and dragged her on top of him. "This is real grappling...." he said to her, squeezing tightly in both holds.

[RockRye]

Calista groaned in frustration as she tried to process how she’d let herself fall for such a simple counter. It made her feel foolish, and her pride stung almost as much as the impact of the fall. Just as she started to sit up, determined to regain her bearings, a sharp yank on her hair made her let out a startled, high-pitched yelp.

“Ahh—ahh! Ow, ow, ow! Let go! Hair's off limits!” she cried, her voice rising in a mix of indignation and genuine pain.

Her hands flew up instinctively, pawing at his fingers in a desperate attempt to free herself. The sharp tugging on her long, auburn locks sent jolts of discomfort through her scalp, and she hated every second of it. Her hair was her pride, and having it used against her was both humiliating and infuriating.

It wasn’t until she felt the heat of his bare, rippling chest pressing against her back that she realized he had maneuvered behind her. The realization came too late.

An arm snaked around her head and neck, locking her into a dragon sleeper. Her head was pulled back and forced into an agonizingly awkward angle, her nose and mouth pressed against his oily, sweaty armpit. The slick, salty sensation was nauseating, and Calista’s muffled cries of complaint vibrated uselessly against his skin.

“Nnggggh—nnnnph!" she protested, her voice reduced to unintelligible sounds of distress.

Her toned midsection, now glistening with oil and sweat, became a new target. Daisuke’s legs wrapped around her waist, locking her in a tight body scissor. His muscular thighs dug into her sides, compressing her ribs and forcing her to let out another strangled, muffled groan. Her bare stomach visibly flexed and twisted under the relentless pressure, her muscles taut as they fought against the squeezing.

Daisuke leaned back, pulling her along with him, forcing her into a cruel arch. Calista’s back curved dramatically, her limbs flailing as she writhed in the hold. Her fingers dug into his thighs, trying to push them apart, but the oily slickness made it impossible to get any leverage. At the same time, she clawed desperately at his arm, but his grip held firm.

“Mmmrrrgh!” she cried out, the desperate, muffled noises only heightening her sense of helplessness.

Her movements were frantic but elegant in their struggle. Her legs kicked and slid along the mat, her arms straining against his unyielding strength, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought for air. The oil only made things worse, adding to her desperation as her fingers slipped repeatedly against his skin.

Trapped between his crushing thighs and the oppressive hold around her head, Calista’s mind raced for a solution, but her body was too ensnared to act on any plan. She was well and truly caught, her struggles only serving to tire her further as her muffled cries of distress filled the room.

[Teenwrestler]

Just like that, Daisuke took back control of the match. After having to suffer through the humiliation of the schoolgirl pin, it was now time for some payback. Of course, the onus was now on Calista to try and escape but something told the prince that it wouldn't be as easy for her as it was for him. He quickly got up and used her hair to guide her up to a seated position, much to her protests. "Is it though? Well, I dont see a referee to enforce the rules. Also, I don't recall you ever mentioning that before" he would retort back as he was behind her now. Working his way quickly to trap her in a dragon sleeper and body scissor, the prince would take her down on top of him, squeezing as hard as he could in both holds now.

The Greek woman was struggling to escape, her moans grew louder and louder while her struggles were fruitless. Calista's hands tried to grip at his arm, claw at his thigh and hold onto something but the oil was not helping her at all and her grip kept slipping. Meanwhile, Daisuke stretched her back more and more while squeezing harder and harder. He noticed her trying to desperately avoid being smothered by his underarm, which gave him a cruel idea.

It was time for real payback, the humiliation kind which she forced upon him. Daisuke began to scoot his arm backwards towards her face, attempting to press his underarm firmly against her mouth and nose for a move he liked to call "The Dragon Smother" a rather humiliating version of the dragon sleeper as the choke turned into a smother.

"Give it up....we both know you can't escape this" he said firmly. Daisuke wanted a submission and she was going to give it to him or he would knock her out right here and now.

[RockRye]

Calista's earlier attempt to distract Daisuke with her oiled-up allure seemed to have backfired spectacularly. If anything, it felt like it had spurred him on rather than holding him back. She couldn’t shake the growing suspicion that any man would enjoy seeing her struggling like this, her body folded awkwardly, her muscles straining futilely against his unyielding hold.

The bodyscissors crushed her midsection with unrelenting force, making every shallow breath feel like a battle. Her sturdy frame, normally her asset, was now betraying her, offering just enough surface area for his legs to squeeze mercilessly. Her ribs ached under the pressure, her core muscles trembling as they strained to hold up against his relentless compression.

Her neck, meanwhile, bent painfully, her chin forced into an extreme angle as his grip torqued her upper body. The sharp bend sent jolts of discomfort down her spine, and her hazel eyes darted desperately around the room, searching for some escape that wasn’t there.

“Ghhhn… nnngh… ahhh—!” Calista whimpered and grunted through gritted teeth, her voice high-pitched with exertion and tinged with growing despair.

Her struggles only seemed to fuel Daisuke’s resolve. She felt his body shift subtly, adjusting his grip to an even more punishing angle. The movement was all the warning she got before her world grew darker and even more oppressive. His arm clamped tightly, trapping her nose and mouth against the slick, musky hollow of his armpit.

Calista’s hazel eyes flew wide with terror. The pressure was stifling, and the heat of his body was suffocating, amplified by the oppressive mix of oil, sweat, and the raw, unmistakable scent of him. It was unbearable. She instinctively tried to bridge her body, but the slick mat betrayed her, her feet skidding uselessly as she failed to gain any leverage.

Her chest heaved, desperate for air she couldn’t draw in. Panic began to rise, her hands flailing and clawing weakly at his arm, her fingers scrabbling for any purchase. It was hopeless. She was utterly trapped, every attempt to wriggle free only making her plight more pitiful.

At first, her hand tapped against his forearm in a frantic, rapid rhythm, the universal plea for release from a hold. But then the realization hit her like a cold wave: she had to speak her submission. A fresh jolt of panic surged through her as she realized how impossible that felt in this moment.

Her fingers twisted and pushed against his arm, creating just the barest gap between his pit and her mouth. With every ounce of strength and breath she could muster, she choked out a muffled, desperate, “I… s-submit…”

Her voice was faint and barely audible, but the words were there, delivered through sheer determination. Now all she could do was hope he would honor them.

[Teenwrestler]

This was the fate of most of the rookie wrestlers who thought they were ready to face the established wrestlers of LAW when in reality they were far from it. His suspicions were true, she was just another arrogant female wrestler who thought she was tough until she stepped in the ring or mat against a veteran wrestler. Sure, she had spunk and guts but that alone was not going to make up for a lack of wrestling ability. Calista found herself in a compromised position, her mid-section being crushed by his legs wrapped around her torso while she moaned in pain. Her struggles were futile, the slickness of the oil proved too much of a barrier for her to find a way out and her grip kept slipping from his forearms and thighs to actually break free.

Perhaps even more so than the body scissor, was the dragon smother that was causing her the discomfort. The lack of air coupled with the humiliation seemed a bit too much for the Greek woman as her muffled moans grew louder and louder until she tapped. Of course, the tap alone was not enough and he did not release her-adhering to the conditions that she herself put on them. It was only when she verbally submitted as her voice vibrated under his underarms did he finally let her go.

"Hmph, as expected" he said, shoving her off him and forcing her to roll over onto her front. Daisuke would get back up to his feet and mockingly dust himself, his body now glistening due to the sweat and oil combined. He walked over and pressed his foot against her shoulder to roll her over onto her back as he looked down on her. "Wipe your self off, we are done. You clearly aren't ready to wrestle me just yet. Come back after training and perhaps challenge me then...." he said, seemingly wanting to brush her off now. With that, the prince would turn his back to Calista, looking to walk out of the room as he thought that this woman was simply not worth his time.

[RockRye]

Calista, even as she struggled, felt humiliation creeping through her body like a cold tide, almost as tangible as the pain wracking her neck and ribs. They had barely begun, and already she had been left whimpering, writhing, and forced into surrender. Relief washed over her when Daisuke finally released her, though she moaned quietly as he dismissively pushed her onto her stomach. She clutched at her ribs, the sting of his bodyscissors still fresh, and cradled her neck, her mind reeling from the sharp sting to her pride. She felt every breath, her chest rising and falling as the cold, hard reality of her situation sank in. She’d been bested too soon, too easily.

Her humiliation deepened when he rolled her over with his foot, leaving her splayed out and glaring at him from the mat. Her hazel eyes burned with frustration, her sweat-and-oil-slick body glistening under the lights as she let him have his moment. Fine. He had earned it. But then, as though to twist the knife, Daisuke turned away. He started walking off like the match was over, dismissing her entirely.

The sheer gall of it sent a fire through her veins, reviving her. Her shame turned to fury, and that fury turned into action.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” she hissed, surging up and reaching out with both hands to snatch his ankle. She grasped tightly and pulled with all her might, wrenching him off balance with the aid of the oil.

Calista didn’t hesitate. She clambered over him, adrenaline fueling her movements, and settled on his back, pinning his shoulders beneath her hands. Though her position wasn’t an attack, her intent was clear as she leaned forward, her face close to his, her breath hot against his ear.

“This isn’t over,” she said, her voice sharp and resolute. “That was just one fall. Unless you’re a coward, you’re not leaving. Or what? Do you not have any honor!?”

Her ribs protested, her neck throbbed, and her entire torso felt bruise, but she refused to let any of it show. Her voice didn’t waver, and her expression remained fierce and unyielding. She couldn’t let him walk away, not now, not after that. No matter how much her body begged her to rest, her pride wouldn’t let her stop.

[Teenwrestler]

He should have known better. This was a complete waste of his time. There was no way some novice rookie could ever have enough in them to actually give the prince a proper challenge. Perhaps this would be a good enough lesson for her to learn her place, and if that would motivate her to become stronger as a wrestler- Daisuke would relish the challenge. Even more so, he would enjoy beating her again after she would have had a chance to get better. However, for now, it was clear that this Greek woman was way out of his league.

So, unilaterally, he decided to just get back up on his feet and leave. That was going to be the ultimate form of humiliation, even more so than actually defeating her. Covered in oil and sweat, both his own and hers, the prince's back was turned towards Calista as he walked towards the door. However, he soon felt her call out to him, in a rather frustrated tone. "Nrgh-what the?" he said when he felt his ankle being grabbed and the next thing he knew, she yanked his leg to make him trip down and fall face first on the mat.

Before he could react, Calista would mount his back completely and lay across him to pin his shoulders to the mat and lean her mouth near his ear. "Nrghh grghh get off" he grunted, bridging up and trying to get her off but failing. Eventually, he managed to squirm and roll over so that he ended up on his back but she was still on top him. Now the two were face to face, nose to nose with her still pinning his shoulders to the mat.

"It was one fall but clearly you aren't ready to wrestle someone like me. Look at yourself....you're exhausted and can barely continue this match. Its over Calista, just accept that fact" he said, not resisting anymore. "There's no point in continuing, you and I both know you can't continue and are not on my level" he said, looking straight up into her fiery eyes.

[RockRye]

Calista stewed on Daisuke’s back, her body still slick from their grappling and her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath and her composure. For a moment, she nearly lost her balance as Daisuke shifted beneath her, his strength and the oil making it almost impossible to maintain control. She scrambled, her hands slipping off his shoulders, her knees skidding slightly as she tried to steady herself. Somehow, she managed, her movements hurried but determined.

The struggle brought them closer than she intended, their noses nearly brushing as she leaned forward in the effort to stay atop him. Calista’s sharp eyes widened briefly before narrowing. A third party might have misread the scene entirely, but she wasn’t about to let it linger long enough for anyone to get the wrong idea.

To dispel the tension, she pushed herself upright, settling onto his torso. Arms crossed beneath her chest, she glared down at him, her expression a blend of fiery indignation and unintentional charm. The ire on her soft-featured face, meant to be intimidating, carried a hint of endearing poutiness that undercut the intensity.

“You talk an awful lot for someone who’s flat on their back,” she shot at him, her tone sharp. “Does this look like I’m exhausted?” Her chest rose and fell visibly, betraying her actual state, but she refused to acknowledge it, attempting to appear steady and towering above him. “Maybe you’re the one who’s exhausted. You can’t even get me off of you. Or maybe you are scared.”

Before he could get another word in, Calista slapped the mat with an audible crack, her palm stinging from the impact. The frustration radiated off her, and she pushed herself off of him with a fluid motion, standing deliberately tall and steady. She squared her shoulders, doing her best to look as fresh and composed as she could despite the heat and fatigue weighing on her limbs.

“Get up,” she demanded, her voice firm but not yelling, as though daring him to even consider refusing. She took a few steps back, planting her feet in the center of the mat and raising her arms slightly, ready to engage. Her muscles, toned and glistening, flexed as she shifted into her stance. She wouldn't be letting him do that to her again.

[Teenwrestler]

Wrestling was indeed an intimate sport, especially the type of wrestling here at LAW where the body to body contact was more frequent than your average pro-wrestling match. Of course, this all stemmed from the concept of lewd wrestling which was truly the foundation of the organization. Matters were made more complex when such events occurred against opponents who genuinely despised each other as such intimate contact was something that would much rather avoid against someone they hate.

However, the two found themselves in exactly that spot. Face to face, nose to nose until it was the Greek woman who broke that moment when she sat up on his torso. Both of them were panting now, but Calista seemed a little more tired than the prince. "Hah...only because of a cheap shot" Daisuke was quick to shoot her down when she mentioned that he was on his back. "I can get you off me anytime I want, dont flatter yourself" the two argued until she decided to get off him on her own. She wanted to continue this match, there was going to be no debate about that at all.

She told him to get up and soon he would do just that. He rose up to a seated position before getting back up to his feet, taking a second to adjust his wrestling briefs. "Fine..." he conceded, they were going to wrestle. The prince raised his hands up and started to circle his opponent before darting in, going for another grapple as he tried to push her backwards.