Oil, Ego, and Shine

[RockRye]

Calista could feel it. This time, victory was hers, and the realization sent a fresh surge of energy coursing through her already straining body. Every ounce of fatigue, every ache in her coiled legs, melted away under the sheer satisfaction of knowing she had him. She watched as Daisuke, once so composed and sure of himself, struggled desperately against the crushing grip of her figure four. His hands clawed at her legs, fumbling to find a way to unwind the vice-like hold she had expertly torqued around him.

When his hands reached for her feet in one last-ditch effort to pry her figure four apart, she swatted them away with a deliberate sharpness. “No, you don’t,” she hissed, her voice taut with determination and triumph that pushed through the exertion. “Just give in. Say it!”

For a long, agonizing moment, the only sound was the labored panting of both wrestlers. Then it came: the words she had been waiting for, uttered with all the reluctance and exhaustion she could have hoped for. It was music to her ears, far sweeter than she ever imagined a submission would sound. As his words hung in the air, she maintained the hold just a fraction of a second longer, savoring the moment before releasing him. Her legs slowly unwound, allowing his body to slump back to the mat like a marionette with its strings cut.

Relief swept through her, but it was tempered by the sudden awareness of her own exhaustion. The toll of the match was undeniable. Her muscles burned, her chest heaved with labored breaths, and her sweat mingled with the oil slicking her skin. Yet, as much as her body cried out for respite, her spirit surged with adrenaline-fueled triumph. Pushing herself upright, she sat for a moment, brushing damp hair from her face, and gathered her remaining energy.

She rose to her feet, forcing her legs to steady beneath her, and fixed him with a sharp, teasing grin. “So,” she said, her voice laced with mockery, “do I still seem like just some worthless actress to you? Or was that convincing enough?”

Her hands gestured for him to rise, her body language a mix of challenge and defiance. “Come on. Get up. Let’s see if you can handle it one more time. Are you ready to eat those words you threw at me?”

[Teenwrestler]

The prince did well to resist the temptation to submit for as long as he did but everyone had their limit and Calista would surely find his. After what seemed like an eternity of struggling, the prince undignified himself by finally coming to the realization that he had no choice but to offer the verbal submission that she desperately wanted from him. The verbal submission came and Calista would hold onto him for a brief second or two, making sure she heard him correctly before finally letting him go. Daisuke was shocked, he actually submitted to this wanna-be wrestler! She actually was able to muster a comeback after the first round and completely turn the tables on him. The shock and pain left the prince in a stunned state, even as Calista would push him over onto his back while taking a moment to rest up while on her knees.

She mocked him, demanding respect from him now that they were even. Daisuke would grit his teeth and smack the mats in anger in respond, unable to really give her a response after that display. She would get back up to her feet, gesturing him to do the same. She was eager to continue the match, she knew she had him on the ropes. Daisuke would not respond, he was exhausted and was still recovering. "Hah....Hah...." he panted, laying still on his back to stall the restart.

She was full of adrenaline right now, she had the advantage but he had to slow the pace down to kill off some that momentum somehow.

[RockRye]

Daisuke didn’t have anything to say. Not a single retort, no witty comeback, no venomous dismissal to throw her way. His silence was more satisfying than any verbal submission could ever be. Calista’s lips curled into a smile despite the dull ache in her muscles and the fire burning in her lungs. “Nothing to say now, huh?” she teased, her voice light but carrying an undeniable edge of triumph.

He was still sprawled on the mat, chest heaving as he fought to recover. She could see him no doubt calculating how much time he could get away with taking before she forced him back into the fray. It wasn’t lost on her that he was stalling. Maybe not outright, but definitely milking the moment for all it was worth.

She allowed him those precious seconds, leaning back to stretch her arms and take a deep breath herself. Fair was fair; he’d given her a moment earlier, after all, if only to gloat. But patience had its limits, and she wasn’t about to let him recover entirely. This wasn’t a nap time and snack break kind of match, no matter how much he might wish it was.

With deliberate steps since the mat had turned into an oil-and-sweat-slick danger, Calista closed the distance between them. She stepped over his prone form and planted her foot squarely on his chest, pressing just enough to make her presence impossible to ignore. She leaned forward, her glistening, oil-slicked body hovering above him, her hair dangling down and framing her face as she peered at him with a mischievous smirk.

“Listen up, champ,” she said, her tone dripping with mockery. “You can lay here all day for all I care, but if you’re not up in the next ten seconds, I’m snapping a picture of this.” She gestured vaguely as if she had a camera in her invisible hand, cocking her head for effect. “And if anyone asks why the match didn’t finish, I’ll just tell them you said you couldn’t go on. That sound good to you?”

[Teenwrestler]

For the first time during this entire match, Daisuke had nothing to say. Calista had finally managed to shut his mouth not by saying anything that he had no response to, but in fact with her actions. She wrestled him down, made him verbally submit and now he had nothing to say to her as she stood tall next to him. Dai was still in shock at submitting to this nobody, especially given the circumstances. Given the fact that he dominated her in the first fall, he had no idea how she managed to pull off that convincing victory in the second. He was getting tired too, he had to recover a little bit before starting the next round. There was no debating it now though, he had to finish the match unlike his stance after the first fall. There was no way he was going to let this rookie defeat him in her first match here.

While deep in thought, she walked over towards him and placed her foot on his chest. "Nrgh" forcing a small grunt out of him as he looked up towards her with an angry look on his face. She let him know that if he didn't get up, she would accept it as a forfeit and take a picture of him on the floor. Her body leaning over him in a dominant fashion as Daisuke got even more angry. "Get your foot off me dammit" he cursed, slapping her foot away as he slid back before sitting up straight. "Hah....this is not over" he growled with his teeth gritted before pushing up to his feet.

Daisuke raised his arms up but was not so intent on lunging at her this time, he would maintain his distance as he circled her. He was panting heavily and a little tired but his ego would not let him admit losing to Calista.

[RockRye]

Calista’s taunts seemed to light a fire under Daisuke, and with an annoyed growl, he slapped her foot away from his chest. She took a satisfied step back to give him space. Her smirk never wavered as she crossed her arms, watching him as he slowly rose to his feet.

He was clearly fatigued, his movements slower and less deliberate than before. But she wasn’t about to kid herself; she wasn’t in pristine condition either. The match had taken its toll on her as well. Her muscles ached, her breath came in shorter bursts, and the ever-present oil made every movement, every grapple, and every attempt to maintain leverage a monumental effort. Every hold had felt more grueling than they ever did in a typical match, and she imagined their tension and the fight they had to put into each hold had them fatigued before their time.

But she had one last burst in her to finish this, and she didn't know if he did. As Daisuke finally settled into a defensive stance, keeping his distance and watching her warily, Calista mirrored him, dropping into her own stance. She steadied herself, her eyes narrowing as her mind raced through possible strategies.

The obvious play was to keep up the pressure, to stay aggressive and not let him recover. But how? Her earlier dropkick had been a success, but he’d be anticipating something like that now. She needed something bold, something unexpected, something that would catch him completely off guard.

Her gaze drifted for a brief moment, her lips pursing as the idea came to her. It was risky, reckless, even, but it might just work. She blinked, staring into space as she weighed the pros and cons. The little voice in the back of her head was already screaming, No, Calista, that’s insane!

But another voice, louder and more insistent, drowned it out: Yes. Do it.

Calista’s decision was made, and as soon as she lunged forward, her heart hammered in her chest. The slickness of the oil underfoot made her every step precarious, but she prayed her feet would stay beneath her long enough to execute her plan. Each step felt like a small miracle as she stormed toward Daisuke, looking as if she planned to deliver another dropkick.

Her momentum built with every stomping stride, and just as she reached him, she planted her leading foot firmly, coiling her body as though she were about to spring into the air for the anticipated dropkick.

But it was a feint. Instead of launching herself at him, Calista pivoted sharply, sliding past him with a dancer's precision. Her hand shot out, grabbing hold of his arm as she swung her body around him, oil-slicked skin sliding smoothly against his as she positioned herself.

Her thighs flexed as she hopped up and looked to scissor his other arm between them, securing a crucifix hold. She took a steadying breath, her muscles tightening as she prepared to finish the maneuver—with a crucifix driver.

[Teenwrestler]

It was now time for Daisuke to focus, there was no way he was going to let her win this match now. Not after all that he said to her before the match and during it. Perhaps exiting the match, when he had the chance, on being 1-0 up was not such a bad idea and that perhaps he should have a swifter exit at the time. It was too late now though, it was time to finish this and there was going to be a winner- and that winner was going to be him. After slapping away her feet, he grunted at the audacity of her posing over him despite not winning. The two would soon get back up to their feet, ready to continue this battle.

The two circled each other, eyes locked at each others to follow their movements carefully. There could be no mistakes now, as one mistake could cost them the match. Daisuke remained on the defensive, wanting her to be the one to make the first move so he could take advantage by being ready for her. Calista then came, rushing in towards him just as he expected. He got ready, for a grapple or another dropkick- high or low, but instead she would use her agility and the slickness of the oil to slip past him.

"W-WHA?" he gasped, soon finding herself leaping up over him on his back, scissoring his arm as she was now horizontally over his shoulder blades. She would then tighten her muscles and pull back, driving him backwards to slam him against the back of his head and shoulder for a crucifix driver, leaving him completely down and out!

[RockRye]

Even as she was mid-execution, Calista couldn’t believe it was working. The move was daring enough in a standard match, but here, with the oil making every surface slippery and every hold tenuous, it felt like a gamble she had no right to win. And yet, every step unfolded perfectly. The initial grab of his arm, it held just long enough for her to make her leap. Her legs coiled around his other arm, the muscles in her thighs flexing as she clamped down to maintain her grip. The slickness between them made her movements feel precarious, like walking a tightrope, but her timing was spot-on. Using his body as leverage, she twisted sharply, her momentum sending both of them hurtling toward the mat.

The impact reverberated through her body as Dio's head and shoulders hit the mat with a forceful crash. For a moment, it didn’t feel real. It was as though she were watching from outside herself, as if someone else had pulled off the flawless sequence. But the ache in her muscles, the rush of adrenaline pounding in her ears, and the feel of his weight sprawled against her brought her back to reality.

Calista lay on her side, her chest heaving as she took in the scene. Dio’s shoulders against the mat, his body draped over hers, his face slack with the aftershock of the driver. Her lips curled into a triumphant snicker, the sound more disbelief than gloating.

But he was heavy. Far too heavy to keep pinned in this state, and pinfalls wouldn’t do her any good here. She needed a submission, and she already knew exactly how to get it. His neck had taken the brunt of the impact from the driver, leaving it vulnerable.

She began to untangle herself, loosening her hold just enough for his upper body to slump forward over hers. But she didn’t let go entirely. Her arms stayed hooked around one of his arms, keeping it stretched taut as she shifted her legs. Calista felt his weight pressing into her as she scooted and twisted, her thighs slick but firm as they sought their new target.

With precise movements, she managed to reposition herself. Her legs uncoiled from his arm but tried to snake themselves around his neck instead. She aimed, this time, for a side figure-four. The taut line of her legs attempted to lock into place, and she used her arms to keep his captured arm stretched at an uncomfortable angle all the while.

[Teenwrestler]

Had Daisuke truly underestimated this rookie? There was no way that she was able to pull off that move in a match like this. It required expert balance and execution, especially considering the oiled circumstances. The mere shock of her slipping past him and climbing over the back of his shoulders to catch his arms before falling back to drive him back and shoulder first to the mats. Daisuke grunted in pain while his legs folded back over and he was left stunned- still not believing the fact that Calista was all over him after his dominant first fall.

Panting heavily, drenched in sweat and oil, Daisuke was...in a bad spot. She would untangle herself from around his body and watch his legs drop to the mat as she grabbed his arm and yanked it away from his shoulder, moving to the side while wrapping her legs around his neck now. "Gah! Damn scissors...." he cursed, now squirming on his back while kicking the mats. Daisuke tried to roll towards her now, trying to have her legs folded while coughing a bit as he was struggling to breathe.

"Ughh l-let go...." he pleaded, clawing at her thighs with his free hand.

[RockRye]

Triumph surged through Calista’s chest, warm and heady, as she finally began to feel a sense of control after the grueling back-and-forth of their match. Every small victory felt monumental against a foe like Daisuke, and this was no exception. Her fingers slid and slipped against his muscled arm, their oily sheen making the task maddeningly difficult, but determination carried her through. She managed to secure his arm at just the right angle, preventing him from easily wrenching it free.

At the same time, she worked her legs into position. It felt natural now, almost instinctual, the way her strong, toned limbs moved to ensnare him. One thick thigh slid beneath his head, cradling the back of his skull like a deceptively soft pillow. But her other leg was the key. It snaked its way around his face, muscles tightening into a coiled vise, her calf pressing against one cheek while her thigh crushed the other.

And it worked. Oh, how it worked.

Calista couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face as she saw the signs of her success. His legs kicked uselessly at the mat, his muffled groans of frustration filling the air as her thighs did their work. Every struggle he made, every attempt to push or pull his way free, only heightened her satisfaction.

But he wasn’t done yet. Daisuke had strength to spare, even in his compromised position, and she felt it in the way he began to rise, pushing against her hold with sheer force. Her body lifted slightly, her legs and hips losing some of their crushing power as he loomed over her.

Calista’s eyes widened for a brief moment, but the fire in her gaze didn’t falter. If anything, it burned brighter. She wasn’t about to let him turn the tables now.

Thinking quickly, she shifted her approach. Releasing her grip on his arm, she focused entirely on her legs, letting his head slide deeper between her slick, constricting thighs. Her hands shot upward, grabbing the back of his head with a firm grip. With one powerful yank, she pulled him forward, pressing his face tightly into her crotch.

The sudden, intimate contact sent a jolt through her, sharp, electric, and unmistakably distracting. Her breath hitched, her teeth catching her lower lip in a fleeting moment of surprise. But she didn’t let it weaken her resolve. No, she used it. She let the heat, the adrenaline, the sheer intensity of the moment fuel her, channeling everything into the vicious squeeze of her legs.

“Give up!” she demanded, her voice ringing out, low and commanding. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him even closer as her thighs flexed with relentless power. “I’m not letting go, so just give up already!”

[Teenwrestler]

Was this really happening? After his big early advantage, he now found himself in a perilous position. Even now though, Daisuke had not given up. The two were tied even in this score but things were looking bleak for the prince. Caught in a headscissors with his arm being stretched away from him, Daisuke did not give up just yet. He did have strength to spare and it showed from his intense struggling. He would yank his arm towards him, bridge up, kick the mats and start to roll towards her in an effort to make her let go or him simply trying to power out of it. Calista felt it too, she knew that perhaps she could not keep him longer in this submission move.

So she acted before the inevitable happened, the Greek woman released Dai's arm and quickly grabbed the back of his head. "AH" a soft moan escaped his lips before she rolled him over, forcing him on his belly while his face pressed against her sweat and oil stained bottoms. His face buried deep against her crotch while her legs squeezed him. It was payback, now it was time for her to feel her. His mouth and nose pressed against her womahood, forcing him to take her scent as she squeezed and smothered.

His body wildly squirming now, arms flailing about in the air aimlessly while he struggled. His hands reached forward, gripping her hair and slipping thanks to the slickness of the oil. Slowly but surely, his struggles started to fade away...his body twitching and spasming now as she demanded she give up, there was no response- just him struggling but those struggles seemed to fade away, bit by bit.