Covering Every Inch: Soledad Vega vs. Suzuya Jukodo

[Winter]

Beach Oil Match
Rules mostly standard; pins and submission may take place outside of the ring
One body-sized, PVC pool of oil can be accessed in the middle of the ring

What more could LAW do for Suzuya Jukodo? They had already sent her to heaven today, because everyone with good taste knew that heaven was a hot oil match in the sun...any old excuse to have a chance to task her own toned body against another one, with nothing but a sheen of oil to separate them!

The bubbly anticipation that coursed through her insides as she presented her figure to the crowd was presented in every bounce of her body, scarcely contained by her bikini as she skipped, twisted, and found as many outstretched hands as possible with the most glimmering grin on her features. Adding to her eager mood was knowing that the crowd was drinking her up, from her hair flipping from shoulder to shoulder, chest making its own rules under the none-too-strict hindrances of her string top, and legs flashing their tone with every step.

Plus, everything in between, of course. Suzuya flashed a cheeky grin to the nearest fans before she finally pulled her hands away from a constant stream of high-fives and diverted herself towards the ring.

She popped up, running a hand gently over the top rope before turning and leaning against it, ensuring her core...admittedly, not the easiest to see when a girl was strutting her way down the ropes...had their fair share of time glimmering in the sun for the cameras. Suzuya found one in the near distance and gave it a wink before she finally relented, playfully stepping her way through the upper and middle rope. Couldn't let it get too long of a look and pick out a bad angle, after all...

But meh, whatever. Now wasn't the time to worry, now was the time to enjoy rolling around in the oil with-

Trying to build her own sense of suspense, she pointed a finger towards the entrance ramp, before the same hand came up to shield her eyes from the sun so she could see the babe who made her way out.

Spoiler

[Luncha_Libre]

Soledad Vega made her way to the venue fashionably late, as she always did. This time, however, she didn’t need to worry about a locker room, or changing into her ring gear. Instead, Sola had simply worn her gear to the ring. Much to the distraction of her rideshare driver, who’d nearly caused two accidents staring into his rear view mirror instead of watching the road. Sola gave the poor man one star as she stepped out of the vehicle and into the mid-day sun.

Spoiler

Smiling, Sola sized up the beach. She smirked, and tossed the long, unbraided half of her hair over one shoulder as she took in the stares of the crowd. Sola’s body was barely contained in a slingshot bikini, her well-muscled body glistening in the sun in front of them all. The Latina enjoyed the cheers that came from her posing, before blowing a kiss to the crowd and sashaying down the entrance ramp. There was a bounce in Sola’s step, and for a fleeing moment it almost seemed as if she was going to pop right out of the tiny bikini! Seeing some in the crowd go wide-eyed, Sola feigned surprise, teasing them with a slight jiggle of her curvy ass as she stepped between the ring ropes.

“Hey there, chica,” Sola said, sizing up her opponent. She was a cute girl, and she filled out that bikini well. Sola could tell that many of the fans were still staring at her, even during Sola’s teasing entrance. “You look ready to have some fun! You think you’re ready for all this, tho?”

Bending over, Sola reached down to the pool and dipper her fingers into the oil. It was warm, having been in the sun for some time, now. Sola then accentuated her question by placing two oil-dripping fingers to her chin and raising an eyebrow. The Puerto Rican street fighter then traced her fingers down her body, leaving a trail of glistening oil running down her slender neck, between her impressive, barely contained breasts, and down her defined abs. Leaning back, Sola shifted her weight to one hip, sizing up her pretty foe for a reaction.

[Winter]

Hands had long since made it to Suzuya's hips in a display of impatience when the utterly anticipated arrival of a toned, bikini-clad dream girl took several seconds too many, and Suzuya fired a speculative glance at the pool of oil beside her. She had told herself she would wait, not make this a solo show by digging her hands into the glistening-sheen-waiting-to-happen before her opponent arrived to make it a party of two, but she was getting impatient.

That impatience won out in exactly two more seconds of waiting, and Suzuya cupped a hand over her mouth as her curvy figure sashayed over to the pool, calling to where her opponent was supposed to be emerging. "I know I look like a lot to handllllle, but don't be shy. I swear I've got plenty of hooolds..." She stuck out her tongue cheekily when her pun earned a few laughs and whistles from the crowd but continued on to the pool, almost decided she would just make the show on her own. She could have fun with the crowd, make it a nice modeling show...

As soon as she dipped over, though, she heard a whoop from the crowd and more whistles rain down. Pausing, Suzuya reeled herself back to both feet and took a long look at the incoming figure.

A long, long look. At a living fiesta.

There weren't many people who could make Suzuya feel a borderline jealousy over their bodies compared to hers. She, after all, liked ninety-nine percent of everything she herself had to offer.

Suzuya didn't pretend that she wasn't ogling. Her eyes remained rooted on the woman's...well, everything, from her chest to her toned abs to her thick thighs down even to her feet, the excited smile on her face spreading until it reached her feet and left her scarcely-modest figure again trying to escape the bikini.

Oh, she wanted to make that figure give into hers. Badly. Her mind dripped with that desire all the while the bronze beauty put on a show for her. "All that-" She gestured at literally every inch of Sola. "-looks like fun. Fun to squeeze and grind with all this." The hand went back to her own figure, and she let fingers slide from her nape to the top of one thigh.

"Now why don't we..." Unceremoniously, she lifted a foot to plant it in the edge of the oily pool in challenge, enjoying the feel sliding between her toes. "...get to that fun ASAP?"

[Luncha_Libre]

Sola watched the girl as they prepared for the match. Raising an eyebrow, the Puerto Rican street fighter measured her opponent’s generous curves, her cute hair, that tiny bikini … It all made Sola grin, anticipating the match ahead. She could already tell the fans were salivating for it. Soledad had kept them waiting for this match, knowing that there was little chance they would just bail out on a spectacle like this. Of course, now that she could see her opponent, she could think of several reasons why they would have stuck around.

“Well, good things come to those who wait, chica,” Sola said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Absently, she took the fingers that still had some lingering oil and massaged the top of her chest, letting it rub into and moisturize her skin. The soft brown skin was glistening in the sunlight. “So, I do hope you have some fun. Because you are gonna sleep hard, tonight!”

With that promise, Sola gave a flirty wink and stepped toward her opponent. Her barely-contained curves would jiggle as she stepped, her generous breasts playing a teasing game of peekaboo from the confines of her sling bikini. Sola didn’t know the strength of the double-sided tape she’d bought for today, but she was about to find out.

“So eager,” Sola grinned, as Suzuya took one step into the pool. “I like that!” However, Sola wasn’t going to enter into this contest fairly. Before anyone knew it, the young Latina would lunge forward, reaching down and snatching for Suzuya’s ankle- the one outside the pool! If she could get a grip, Sola would yank the leg up, trying to toss Suzuya unceremoniously into the pool of baby oil and kicking this match off in grand fashion! Seeing the blur of action beginning, the referee immediately signed for the bell, which sounded quickly, kicking off the contest!

[Winter]

An unseen shiver trickled up Suzuya's spine in a potent response to Soledad's words, but the twinkle in her eye was unmistakable. Suzuya would sleep well tonight? What was that supposed to mean besides everything good? Already her mind framed a dozen different images of her and the woman bearing the body before her tangled into a dozen different knots, testing limits, battling with every muscle and curve on their full figures.

More than enough to make a girl pass out in this beaming sun, what with the way her head seemed to pound with anticipation. Finding fun foes like this was what this career was all about for the woman who had left her oh-so-prodigious job as a gas station attendant to show off in front of crowds and grind against sexy people for a living.

Bubbles of excitement mounted until she blurted, "Maybe I make you sleep hard, right here, right now!" For her standards, an underwhelming quip, but her mind was a little occupied. A lot occupied.

Moreso, when Soledad slinked closer. Re-wetting her perky lips with a tongue that might have come across as serpentine lechery, Suzuya wiggled in place, almost forgetting that she had one foot planted in oil that could abandon her with fervor.

"And whaddaya know, I li-"

Suzuya's words were eclipsed by a gasp of surprise at Soledad's sudden, match-preceding dive towards the greenette's lower half, and that didn't last when Suzuya proved to be far too slow to properly defend herself with a lurching step away - not going to happen with her foot buried in the oil. No, Soledad's grip latched onto her ankle, Suzuya's body was wrenched, and the gasp shifted form into a dramatic squeak when the Japanese middleweight, lacking any semblance of balance, fell butt-and-back first into the layer of prepared oil.

It squicked in response until she lay, stunned.