Jackal Tojo vs Spectre (Oil Wrestling Hentai Match)

[TheManVan]

Match Type: Hardcore Hentai Oil Wrestling
Victory Conditions: Pinfall or Submission after Orgasm
Ring: Sunken

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Jackal wasn't initially pleased with what management had in store for her today, but she couldn't say that she was surprised seeing of all the other type of 'fights' that went on in this league. It was only a matter of time until the Ace of the Galaxy found herself in a similar situation. She prepared for the bout, oil wrestling was not something unknown to her as in fact she had been trained with oil wrestling as one of the practices to teach her a set of valuable skills. She was feeling pretty confident despite the match type.

Fitted with a tight white bikini, the the bombshell blond made her way out onto stage to a thunderous roar from the crowd from her scantily clad body. Her eyes soon locked onto the ring, on ground level and sunk into the floor to accommodate the flooding of oil to facilitate the slippery action to be had! She began to make her way down the ramp, her mind focused on what was to come as her bare feet plattered on the ramp!

[Monsy]

Psh.

It was only a matter of time after Madison Gambit that she'd be thrown into another one of these challenges. The numbers for that: diabolical, sorely. But something told her that this might be a similar case for her opponent Jackal. A walking legend. An accomplished world renown star, Ace of the Galaxy, and now the pending ace of LAW itself if Jackal had her way.

Her prance was always so immaculate. She had a figure of a tall fit woman, but what Spectre eyed the most was the curves around the weak points she wanted to make. Her hips, the waist, those confident lips and dignified eyes. Without even knowing her history, although she did, she wanted to smash them to dust and hear their voice curdle.

And what better way… No, better place to smash than she planned. When Jackal hit the ramp, Spectre had rappelled in from the rafters and silently lowered down in normal

--like hell was she not going to make them the sucker for being a rule abider. Her latex could protect her zones, and all Jackal had was a few strings. The crowd stirred. Boos. Some pointed, trying to grab Jackal’s attention for the sneaking Virus, prowling closer… closer… until…

Her leg reared back, then she said, “Fore!” And a boot was swung with a full arc, the toes aimed at crushing Jackal’s cunt at maximum force. Her smile was huge as she did it, her gaze tunnel visioned to watch the damage and crumple. But as she outstretched with her other leg in the blow, she threw up a peace sign to the camera lens.

[TheManVan]

Jackal was making her way down the ramp as the crowd started to come more alive, something that felt weird for Jackal as there was no need for another wave of excitement as she was already suspicious of the situation. But her instincts to be semi aware and on guard were not enough to stop the vile sneak attack from her opponent! Her eyes widened as from behind her opponent kicked right between the legs and ramming her foot right into her crotch!

"AAAAAAAAAUGH!"

Jackal cried out, no amount of training or experience would ever stunt the pain of being cunt punted with such savagery! Her hands quickly went to cover her groin as her legs gave out being turned to jelly, dropping down onto her knees as she lurched forward gasping for air! Her white bikini gave no protection in the slightest against the horrid blow as she was left gasping and heaving for air!

[Monsy]

Her cry was so delicious! All the volume one could kiss a delicate eardrum and douse her brain in honey. The collapse, beautiful, like a painting in motion. She blushed, clenching teeth and sucking in a breath. When she let it loose, her grin returned and she lowered her boot, strutting around Jackal. A lithe hand touched upon Jackal's bikini string and pulled it. The next moment, she scooped up Jackal's long blonde river that spilled to the ramp. "Nice outfit."

She twisted it up her forearm and turned it into a spring. Before long, she was standing in-front of her rival, legs apart, defences naked, peering down at her new prisoner with judging snake eyes. "You know how this goes." She spoke, then tilted her head, giving Jackal a moment to breathe. "You follow me to the pits and you bark, whimper and squeal. Whaddaya say, Number One?" One step back, two steps backs. A slow pace was started, using Jackal's hair as the leash. "Ready to be number two?"

[TheManVan]

Gasping and heaving, Jackal writhed on her knees with her hand buried in her groin after the sudden and violent low blow, dragging herself towards the oil pit if only to escape her attacker! Pain coursed right through her body and straight to the brain after the foot right to her crotch as she could not get far from her attacker in her state as she was easily caught, pulled by her bikini and hair to look right up at Spectre.

Her flimsy bikini did not survive the grip of Spectre, the knot coming undone and falling down Jackal's body, freeing up her breasts as it hung around her torso. She could only growl in anger as Spectre spoke down to her, holding her by her hair and taunting her face to face as she was soon dragged off, forced to follow Spectre!

[Monsy]

Ooohhhhh, already, she gave someone the growls? That HAS to be some minor weekly record. Just one kick and an appreciation for such long blonde hair. She can feel the smoothness tighten around her forearm and at least two points. This girl had locks she pictured to be threads of gold silks. It made her want to keep a bunch for herself. Greed was her middle name and manifested to walk Jackal slowly to the ring-pit and point towards the camera lens.

"Look. It's the fan club.”

And while doing so, the hair unravelled from her arm and hung. She applied one more wide-stance tug to hopefully put Jackal over the middle ring rope. The ring itself had no elevation, but padded edges with turnbuckles and the same ropes running in between. If Jackal lined up right, then a good PUNT on her buttocks would send her tumbling into the oily mats. Then on the very next step putting the same foot down, she’d clutch the top-rope, lean back, then throw her weight up and over.

Her shadow perpendicular to Jackal, thrown into a one-revolution barrel to come down crashing across their body, back or belly, arm folded and elbow jutted to break whatever it met. Elbow drop!

[TheManVan]

Jackal growled with anger and pain as her lower regions still cried in agony as she was pulled behind Spectre, stumbling behind her as her feet had to work extra hard to keep themselves stable underneath as they drew closer towards the oily ring! It was an embarrassing display as Spectre was milking it for all it was worth, making sure everyone in attendance saw and the cameras captured every angle as with a swift yank, Jackal was tossed between the top and middle ropes!

Strung up and with her ass on full display, Jackal could only try to regain some semblance of control, gripping the rope with both hands to stabilize herself. But in a precarious position, there was more ways to fall than ways to catch herself and she wasn't even going to get a choice in the matter!

With a loud crack and a firm boot to the ass sent Jackal right into the oil pit with a splat! The Ace of the Galaxy tumbled in the oil very quickly getting a layering of oil all across her body as her butt was stinging from the hard football kick smacking into her rear, her face cringing in pain as she soon found herself on her back. Just in time to see the flying figure of Spectre crashing down on her with an elbow!

"Guuuuuh!"

Jackal cried out, her legs kicking upwards before smacking right back down into the oil, sending splashes of it flying as Sceptre's sneak attack worked wonders in her favor as the bell soon rang, starting the match!

[Monsy]

Jackal made for a soft landing. Her body took the high-road with her side and legs smacking an oily mat with an extra CLAP. An opening boo came after Jackal's cry.

Spectre's delight was bubbled by it. Finding the nerve early was excellent. And as she suspected, there was sizable number who didn't relish in Jackal's humiliation. To handle her in such a manner was disrespect at high level. The Number One of Beserk couldn't be on all fours!

It filled her with pride. She had propped herself up with elbow and fist under her jaw to ride this out. Her legs rubbed together idly and started spreading the oily texture across her skin. The lights gave them a glimmer.

A hand re-grabbed that hair. She tugged herself till her body slithered over her back and then she mounted the lumbar.

"Ah-Ahhh..." A finger wagged. "That was a pity cry." And if Jackal didn't throw her off already, she'd yank that hair back, applying her other hand to clutch near that scalp, then torque till she could stare at the ceiling. It can't be illegal here if it's a fetish, right?

"Weeee can do better." She said, having begun to lean back with the hair.

[TheManVan]

The strain on Jackal's back soon spread to her neck and head as Spectre amplified her hold with a handful of hair, forcing her to stretch back even more into a painful arch. The oil shined on her front as the lights bore down on the two with the Ace of The Universe caught in the dastardly grasp of her opponent, her legs kicking into the oil and splashing it about as each kick began to pull more feeling back into her lower body.

She was pulling herself together after the sneak attack low blow, but it still wasn't enough to get Jackal back completely in the fight! She needed to hold out and she needed to get out of this hold! Twisting and turning, she gritted her teeth to try and stem her cries and deny Spectre even more satisfaction that her underhanded tactics was working for her, gripping on to one of her wrists as she pushed up with her other hand.

The oily mats made it much more difficult for her to gain any sort of foundation as her hand just kept slipping out from underneath her and adding more pressure to the strain of Spectre's hold. But Jackal was resilient, her experiences wouldn't let her just lay there and take it! If her she was having difficult with the oil then Spectre would have the same problems, switching her strategy by twisting to the side in her attempts to free herself and throw her off!