Trent Masters and Misaki Toyoda-II

[Teenwrestler]

Trent realized Misaki would adopt a very different approach in their oil wrestling match as opposed to their spar and he had to do the same if he had any chance against one of the best wrestlers in LAW. He struggled whilst on his back, their oiled bodies slipping and grinding as Misaki spread his legs more and more, flexing her own to make sure Trent's legs dont slip out or overpower her owns. She would offer a taunt of her own, giggling but Trent would only take it as a lightherted comment "Ngh y-yeah, I can see that, owww....next thing you're going to try is a smother right?" he moaned, finally managing to topple her off him.

The two wrestlers would quickly get back up on their knees, Trent would adjust his briefs as Misaki adjusted her bikini bottoms. The Masterpiece wasn't going to allow Misaki too much time, quickly lunging back in towards her and grappling wit her again. His own chiseled body pressed up tight against Misaki's, her breasts mushrooming his pecs as he leaned into her body to body, grappling her arms as he tried to push her down. "Nghh!" he grunted in effort.

[Arjuna]

Now that Misaki had released Trent from the grapevine, she smiled at her and responded to him when he mentioned about smother. "Perhaps? Though remember that I can do more than just that..." She would remind Trent about why she was called the Ace of Berserk in the first place before she prepared herself for her next clash with him. Seeing Trent closing in as she was fixing her bikini bottoms, Misaki would quickly get her arms up, locking up with him again.

"Nnghhh!!" Grunting, Misaki's body was pressed against Trent, and this time, due to her not fully ready for this clash, she was slowly overwhelmed by him, but she wouldn't go down without fighting as she would exert her strength in order to match his. Still, their oily bodies made it hard to make a solid grip on him, and she would find herself be pushed down if Trent continued with his push.

[Teenwrestler]

Misaki giggled as Trent mentioned the use of a smother, clearly she was not opposed to it but reminded him that that wasn't the only thing the Berserk Ace can do, as Trent was very well aware from their previous encounter. Taking advantage of the situation, Trent lunged in and pressed his oily body up against Misaki, forcing her into a second grapple. Misaki pushed back and the two struggled but Trent managed to bring the Ace down on her back this time. The Masterpiece quickly straddled her waist while pinning her arms above her head. "Oh I know you can do alot more than a smother Misaki-san.....which is why I want to show you a smother of my own" he grinned.

He knew conventional moves wouldn't do the trick in an oil bout, he needed to be more clever and suffocate her. He released her arm and instead grabbed the back of her head with both of his arms and scooted forward, so he was sitting right on her chest. Trent would lift Misaki's head off the mat and force her face against his briefs, smothering her mouth and nose against the fabric of the front of his blue briefs, smothering her with his crotch. "Ngghh do you give up Misaki-san?" Trent demanded, trying to stay on top of her.

[Arjuna]

This time, Misaki was brought down onto the oily mat by Trent, and as she tried to recover, she saw Trent coming down onto her, sitting on her chest. "Mnghhh!!" Feeling the weight of her opponent, she would try to push him off of her, but she was bit late for that as Trent went to sit on her face, pressing his crotch, smothering her. "Mmmmphhh!!"

Pressing her hands against Trent's thighs, Misaki would struggle, looking to make it difficult for Trent to maintain his position. At the moment, the Ace of Berserk was having a bad time, and she hoped that she could get her opponent off of her in order to breathe properly again.

[Teenwrestler]

Having brought the Ace down onto her back, the Masterpiece quickly mounted her chest before sliding forward even more so that his crotch pressed up against her chin. Bringing his hands behind her head, he raised her head and pressed it against his crotch, smothering her face with his brief clad crotch and making it hard for her to get any air into her lungs. Misaki mumbled and moan, struggling to get some air as Trent grinned and tried to ride all of her struggling.

"Ngh can you breathe? Do you want to give up Misaki-san?" he grunted as he tried his best to stay on top and keep his smother locked. Eventually, Misaki's struggles would bear fruit, thanks to the oil, Trent slipped off and fell to his side- on his back right next to the Ace. "Urghh!" he grunted as he fell flat on his back.

[Arjuna]

After suffering the smother for a while, Misaki finally managed to push Trent off of her, thanks to the oil. Getting herself back onto her knees as she would breathe in a large intake of air, she would look at her opponent before she decided to pounce onto him, looking to pin him down on the mat as she would sit on his midsection.

"Here's the payback," Misaki said with a playful smile as she would lean down, grabbing Trent's head so that she could bury his face between her breasts, subjecting him to a breasts smother.

[Teenwrestler]

Trent felt as if the submission was coming, but the clever Ace of Berserk had other plans as she bucked up and wriggled about as much as she could despite her mouth and nose being stuffed against his brief clad crotch in the smother. He slipped off her and fell onto his side, rolling over onto his back as he took a moment to recover and catch his breath. It was a good idea he caught his breath before Misaki was looking for some pay-back, immediately pouncing on him after she had caught her own breath.

She slid on top of him completely as she did in the grapevine, although this time her hands wrapped around his head as she forced his face deep into her oiled breasts. "MMMFFFF! *huff*cough* MMffff" he mumbled as he was smothered by her breasts. His arms flailed about in the air, his hands began to ruffle her hair and mess it up as he tried to bridge up and wriggle under her. His body started to sweat more and more, mixing it with the already oiled conditions. Trent was in a bad spot but Misaki was going to get her revenge for the earlier smother.

His hands eventually found her shoulders, he tried to push on them but they kept slipping off her shoulder due to the oiled conditions, he decided to go to her back, grabbing onto the back of her bikini top and pulling on it to try and get her slightly off him so he can get some room to breathe.

[Arjuna]

Misaki would keep Trent's face stuffed between her breasts, making sure to deprive him of air. The Ace of Berserk wasn't used to this kind of hold, or this match in general, but she was a fast-learner, and she would show it to her opponent what she was made of. But, as she kept Trent trapped between her ample breasts, he moved his hands to her bikini top and started pulling on it.

"Eep!!" Misaki yelped, her bikini top was almost undone by the pull. In her attempt to preserve her modesty, she would push Trent off of her, making sure to stop him from tugging on her bikini top. With the help of the oil, she would then try to distance herself from him so that she could have enough time to fix her bikini top, thus preserving her modesty.

[Teenwrestler]

Trent face was forced against the perfect breasts of Misaki Toyoda. Her oiled orbs were smothering his mouth and nose, giving him no space to breathe at all. He struggled under her, jerking up and down, wriggling as much as he could as he tried to get free but Miskai continued to press down on him, not giving him any room to breathe or escape. He mumbled and moan, hands flailing about as his muscular body felt weak under her. "MMmfffff!!!" he continued to mumble, before his hands got a hold of the back of her top, he began to tug at it to try and get her off and it worked!

Misaki pushed off Trent and scurried away, looking to get some distance between her rival as she began to adjust her top. Meanwhile, Trent would remain on his back, finally having some air to breathe."Hah....Hah...." he panted, rubbing his face before slowly pushing up to a seated position. "Not done yet Misaki-san" he huffed as he got up on his knees and faced his rival. He crawled towards her, looking to engage in another hot grapple with this Ace, clinching up with her oiled frame with his own. "If you want a smother contest....nghh, ill be happy to oblige" he smirked.

[Arjuna]

Already fixing her top after moving away from Trent, Misaki looked at him who seemed to be ready for another clash with each other. Smiling confidently, Misaki responded to his words, "Well, what are you waiting for? Come and get some!" And with that, their oily figures clinched up with each other in another grapple, and for the time being, Misaki would focus on trying to match her opponent's strength as she would try to come up with a new plan to subdue the man before her.

Of course, smother wasn't out of question, but she would like to use it sparingly, knowing that it was quite a dangerous asset that she possessed as a woman. She wanted to hold off for a while before springing it up in order to catch Trent off-guard.