Oil, Ego, and Shine

[RockRye]

Calista stood firm, forcing herself to breathe deeply and shake off every nagging thought clawing at the edges of her thoughts. Her earlier frustrations, the heat of the moment, the feel of his body against hers, and the sting of his words, all of it, were pushed to the back of her mind. She’d done this before, blocking out distractions during acting gigs. Whether on stage or on set, she knew how to focus, and this wasn’t so different. She reminded herself that she had stood on equally slick surfaces in similarly skimpy costumes opposite equally underdressed actors during her acting days and stayed focused. That had been pretend. This? This was as real as it got.

Taking a steadying breath, she shook out her limbs, loosening the tightness in her muscles and stretching her bent and battered frame one last time. Her hands rubbed over her feet, brushing off as much excess oil as she could. She needed solid footing, she told herself for reassurance, and the oil had betrayed her enough already.

When Daisuke rose to meet her, she squared her shoulders, her expression hardening into one of fierce determination. They began to circle each other, the overhead lights casting a sheen over their oiled bodies. She kept her stance low and balanced, her feet sliding lightly over the mat as her eyes stayed locked on him. She studied his movements, remembering how he had capitalized on her mistakes earlier, using his strength to tip the scales in his favor. Not this time, she thought, her resolve hardening. She wasn’t going to fall into his game again. If he wanted to wrestle, he’d have to wrestle on her terms.

As soon as Daisuke lunged, his arms extending for a grapple, Calista moved. There was no hesitation, no hint of second-guessing. She took two quick, powerful steps forward, her thigh and calf muscles pumping with the explosive energy of a gymnast. With a burst of athleticism, she launched herself into the air at an angle, twisting mid-flight. Both of her feet shot out, her body forming a sharp, deliberate arc as she aimed a dropkick squarely for his midsection.

[Teenwrestler]

After a brief moment of rest, thanks to some difference of opinion on whether it was even worth continuing this match, the two wrestlers finally agreed to continue the match as they got back up to their feet. Both circled each other with their arms up ready to wrestle, Daisuke was going to try and go for the tried and tested method, one that gave him the advantage earlier in this match. Would she be naive enough to fall for it again? Daisuke suspected so given the fact that she really didn't seem to know how to wrestle.

So, he would lunge in and it seemed she would do so again, getting baited by ones ego to try and out-grapple their opponent. Daisuke smirked as they got closed but that smirk soon faded when she would instead launch herself up in the air and twisted-mid flight, driving her feet against his midsection for an impressive standing dropkick.

"Ughhhhh!" he cried out as the strike forced him to stagger back and the slickness of the oil caused him to slip, causing him to fall down on his back. "UGH!" he grunted as his back hit the mats.

[RockRye]

Calista’s dropkick landed with stunning precision, her feet slamming squarely into Daisuke’s gut. The impact was a sight to behold, her toned legs fully extended and her soles meeting his midsection with a loud, satisfying smack. The force of her strike sent him careening backward, his body hitting the mat with a heavy, resounding thud. The momentum and sheer power she’d packed into the kick seemed to have done more than she even intended.

But there wasn’t time to revel in the sight. Calista, too, fell as gravity reclaimed her midair form. She twisted instinctively, managing to catch part of her descent with her hands and forearm before her hip connected with the mat. The slick layer of oil betrayed her balance, sending her sliding slightly as her body collided with the surface in a controlled, if inelegant, sprawl. The sting of the landing wasn’t bad, though. She would take it.

Her eyes darted down between her legs, her chest rising and falling with effort as she caught sight of Daisuke sprawled on his back. The positioning was perfect, and she wasn’t about to waste it. Pushing herself to her knees, she started to scramble forward but caught herself at the last moment, remembering the oil beneath her. She slowed her movements, shifting carefully to ensure her footing before finally getting her legs beneath her.

Then she struck.

Launching herself forward, Calista threw her weight into the dive, her oiled body moving with sleek, fluid intent. She landed atop him with a wet splat, her hips crashing into his midsection. The heat of their warring bodies, combined with the slickness of their bodies, sent her sliding slightly over him, her curves pressing into the hard ridges of his frame.

She didn’t let the discomfort of their proximity distract her this time. No more hesitation, no more holding back. With a quick, focused motion, she stretched her body out, her toned figure elongating as she coiled herself over him. Her thick legs snaked between his, her powerful thighs squeezing against his as she worked to tangle their limbs together and pin down his wrists in a grapevine hold.

[Teenwrestler]

With the restart, Daisuke figured things would not be too much different. He would out-grapple this rookie, take her down and then have a repeat of round two. This time though, there would be no room to argue to continue the match as two verbal submissions would be enough to end the match. As they got ready to wrestle again, Calista had a change of strategy and would avoid the grapple altogether and instead opt to leap up in the air and smack him cleanly against his mid-section for a surprise dropkick. The impact and the suddenness of it was enough for him to stagger back, mix in the factor of the oil against the sole of his feet made him slip and slide as he fell to the mats!

Grunting in pain, he laid there stunned. Calista would quickly throw herself on top of the prince, realizing this was her chance to get on the attack, and quickly press her toned frame against his. He tried to bridge up but it was too late, she coiled her legs around his and spread their legs wide for a grapevine. "AHH" a moan escaped his lips as he felt pain around his groin area thanks to the stretch. He moved his hands up but his wrists were quickly grabbed by his opponent and pinned over his head against the mat.

"Argh UGHHH" he grunted in pain, laid out sprawled and completely trapped under his opponent.

[RockRye]

The oil helped Calista sink deeply into the grapevine, her legs fitting between Daisuke’s with an uncanny naturalness, as if they belonged there. Her abs pressed firmly against his, the soft, oiled warmth of her skin melding with the rigid muscle beneath her as she stretched out completely. The powerful sweep of her thighs extended outward, pressing his legs further apart as her body strained and flexed over his. Somewhere, surely, a LAW producer or director would be kicking themselves for missing the chance to capture the visual, a tantalizing angle from behind that would show Calista’s toned and gleaming backside framed by her bikini bottom, taut and straining as she worked the hold, with Daisuke’s hips pressed firmly below hers, his trunks stretched against the tension of the position.

For all the intense physicality of the hold, Calista kept her focus sharp, tucking any rogue flickers of excitement deep into the recesses of her mind. Her oil-dampened hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, strands tickling at Daisuke’s cheeks and chest as she loomed over him.

Her hazel eyes met his, unwavering as she tested the limits of the grapevine. She didn’t know if she could make him submit like this, since grapevines weren’t typically her or anyone's go-to for securing a tap. But it wasn’t about what was typical; it was about seeing what she could achieve in this moment. Gritting her teeth, she stretched her legs as far as they could go, pushing his thighs wider apart, feeling the resistance and the tremble in his muscles. A gymnast's flexibility only aided her.

“Does this look like someone outmatched to you?” she asked, her voice low but firm, her confidence tempered with just a hint of challenge.

The exertion showed in the subtle quiver of her thighs and the way her arms pinned his wrists firmly to the mat. Whether or not he would tap, Calista was determined to leave no doubt in his mind that she could keep up.

[Teenwrestler]

The tables had turned in this match and Daisuke was left a frustrated figure. The move itself wasn't so much painful as it was frustration. He found himself pinned against the mat, struggling against his opponent who simply was on top of him and had his wrists pinned against the mat over his head. His legs were being stretched wider and wider, testing the limits of his flexibility while his briefs were being wedged against his crotch thanks to the stretching as well. Calista would lean over towards him, making her oil slicked hair fall against his face, covering it as she looked down on his frustrated foe. For his part, he continued to struggle as hard as he could-trying to bridge up, roll over, bring his arms up and do anything to thwart her but it didn't seem to work.

"Urgh Arghh GAAHHHH" he roared as after each effort, he once again found himself flat on his back. His breathing started to get heavier, his body starting to be covered with more sweat than oil as he did not seem to be able to get her off. "Tch, shut up" he said in a low growl to her question. "So what huh? I won't submit to this" he would retort back, because even though it was a frustrating position to be in- it wasn't as painful or suffocating.

"You'll just tire yourself out from this. You're not fooling anyone, this is the best you can do" he would say as he would stop resisting altogether.

[RockRye]

Calista continued stretching Daisuke, her hips and inner thighs burning as she pushed herself to the limit. The strain on her muscles was a constant reminder of how hard she was working to force his legs as wide as they could go. The sounds of his discomfort were satisfying proof that her efforts were effective. Still, no matter how much she strained, she could tell he wasn’t going to tap.

Her legs trembled with exertion as she reached the full extent of her flexibility and strength, every inch of her body feeling the effort. Despite the clear signs of strain on his face, Daisuke wasn’t giving in. His resolve was as frustrating as it was predictable. Calista growled under her breath and pushed one last time, her feet poised and legs ramrod-straight, squeezing for everything she was worth. His reaction, an almost dismissive grit of his teeth as if to say he could endure it forever, made her scoff in disbelief.

“Fine,” she snapped, her voice low and laced with irritation. “What do you think of this!?”

Without giving him time to respond, she shifted tactics. Her legs slipped back together, freeing his, as she draped her upper body over him. Her ample, heavy cleavage rested on his face. Not quite a smother since the thought didn't cross her mind, but close enough to fluster or distract anyone less composed. Her hands grabbed at his head, palms slick against his hair, as she began turning them both. The transition was fluid despite the oil, her hips and torso sliding against his as she maneuvered her body into position.

As she rolled, her legs moved up his body, the smooth, toned muscles gliding over his slickened skin until they found the narrowest part of his waist. With a sharp, purposeful motion, she tried to snap them closed around him, her thighs seeking either side of his torso for a bodyscissor.

[Teenwrestler]

For two wrestlers who just met up for the first time today, things were getting very heated and personal between the two. They were talking and wrestling aggressively as they were long time rivals, but she could be forgiven for acting this way due to Daisuke's insufferable attitude towards the newcomers. He found himself trapped in the grapevine pin, she continued to spread his legs wider and wider but even at its limit, Daisuke was not going to tap out. Calista made sure to press herself against him, get him as uncomfortable as she could but when she realized he was just going to wait it out, she decided to switch it up.

"Mnffhhfm!?" he mumbled as her oiled chest pressed up against his face for a brief moment while she released the grapevine and reached forward to grab his head. Holding him tight, she would roll the two over and in that transition she would snatch his waist with her legs for a scissor. "AHHHHHHHHHH" he yelled loudly, a yell that echoed in the private room as now it was clear that he was in a lot of pain. His moans grew louder as he struggled wildly, hands slapping and clawing at her thighs momentarily before grabbing her shoulders to push her back.

It was clear, Daisuke was panicking now! The tables had truly turned and the prince was.....struggling!

[RockRye]

Gravity aided her as Calista locked her legs around Daisuke's waist, and the oil between them made every movement slick and seamless. His body sank deeper into the hold, and she could feel the satisfying compression of her legs tightening around him. Even with the soft curve of her thighs, the muscle beneath turned into corded steel as she crossed her ankles and bore down, applying relentless pressure.

Daisuke’s reaction was immediate. His hands slapped and clawed at her thighs, desperate to find some relief from the crushing force. Calista felt a surge of satisfaction at his struggle. It was gratifying to know she was making him feel the same kind of discomfort she’d endured earlier. At the same time, the sting of his nails dragging against her sensitive skin wasn’t exactly pleasant. The dual sensation, powerful and painful, spurred her on.

She tried to catch his hands, her fingers darting out to intercept his wild swipes, but he was too frantic, too slippery. Finally, his grip shifted to her shoulders, and she allowed it. That, she could tolerate; it was better than letting him work at her legs. Besides, her focus was already strained as she maintained the hold, her breath coming hard and fast with the effort of keeping him trapped.

Seeking to make the squeeze easier to sustain, Calista adjusted her position. She coiled her legs higher and tighter, her powerful inner thighs flexing against him. Her crotch pressed firmly into his bellybutton, her calves tucked snugly against his back, creating a vise-like grip. Her muscles burned with exertion, but she refused to relent.

With one final adjustment, she reached for her own instep, pulling her legs into a figure-four configuration. The hold became a cage, compressing Daisuke like a tube of toothpaste as her thighs and calves worked together to restrict his movements and his breathing. Her body glistened with oil, the sheen highlighting every taut muscle as she poured her strength into the scissor and kept herself propped up on her elbows.

“Give,” she demanded, her voice low and commanding, her determination clear in her fiery gaze.

[Teenwrestler]

Things were not looking good for the prince as he was being overwhelmed by the rookie now that she had taken control. Although the grapevine pin wasn't going to get her a submission, it definitely made a good look on her for being so dominant and on top. As she realized that though, she decided it was time to really put the pressure on him. Grabbing his head and rolling the two over, she now had her legs around his mid-section as she squeezed him out as hard as she could. His moans echoed throughout the room, signaling that the prince was now truly in pain.

It did not stop there though, as she crossed her ankles around each other behind his back to trap him in a figure four scissors now- cranking up the pain even more. "Uughhhh" he groaned, leaning onto her as it seemed the will to fight was being sapped from it. His breathing was heavy and his muscles struggled against her, his body spasming after every jolt of squeeze she inflicted upon his midsection.

He once again grabbed her shoulder, gave a hard push, when that failed he tried to reach back to grab her feet to try and uncoil them but the grip was too tight and constricting. Every second he waited or struggled to try and escape, made that winning the final fall would be an even bigger challenge as he would have gassed himself out trying to escape this.

Sweat coated his body now, more so than the oil, Calista was all over him. "Hah....stop.....I....I give" he admitted as Calista dominated him in the second round.