Match type: Oil wrestling match
Victory conditions: Whoever obtains the most submissions within the 60 minute time limit wins
Rules: Standard rules (no blow blows etc.)
The wrestling prince was not one from impromptu matches, especially official matches. Sure, he didn't find a spar or a private match but having one going for the records always required more planning, strategy and of course laying down some important ground rules through a proper contract. However, he was going to make an exception for tonight. There was no way he was going to let Reine or Alix think that Alix had a shot against a proper wrestler in a competitive wrestling match. He was adamant that Alix was just all looks, sure she had an impressive physique but having good looks and a good figure did not make one a good wrestler. He was going to show the difference in their ability by absolutely crushing her in this 60 minute match, he was sure she might not even last that long but something told him that perhaps she had lots of stamina due to other reasons.
Regardless, he was still confident of coming out on top even if she lasted the entire match. After taking a nice long shower, Daisuke would change into a pair of CK wrestling briefs and nothing else. He would do some pre-match meditation in the locker room before it was time to head out to the arena. The ring had been modified to be lowered on the ground level with the ring ropes and corners still present, and the ring canvas replaced with thick blue wrestling mats, which were oiled up. Daisuke
Daisuke would head down towards the oil wrestling ring and just before he entered, the referee handed him a bottle of a lavender scented oil. He would begin to pour some on his palms before gently massaging his chest, neck, forearm, abdomen and thighs to get himself oiled up as his bronze body glistened under the arena lights. With that, he would slowly entered the matted ring and carefully walk towards the middle of the ring with his hands on his hips.
Alix Jacques was getting a last-minute warm-up done in gorilla. Bouncing on her heels. Getting some stretches in, getting nice and limber. She had a camera on her shortly before the commercial break, capturing some loving angles of her preparations. Ever the showgirl, she propped her legs up on a nearby equipment box. One at a time, showing off her thick, juicy legs and some of her flexibility in bending forwards.
Her chosen attire was practical for what she was about to do. Scant and tight, offering little to grab onto. But also low-cut up top and a touch smaller than necessary below. Whistles, catcalls, and amorous roars of approval all made their way backstage as the fans looked on through the jumbotron, putting her characteristic, just about trademark sunny smile on her face.
The sexfighting veteran had once believed that the day would never come where she'd be participating in the standard variant without Hentai being allowed at least, but here she is now. She was excited for this, even. Ready to put her skills to the test. The notion of walking into an oil match against a specialist made her a little nervous, but she's done her fair share of them in the Erotic Combat Club. She can hold her own.
She can do this.
Alix took a deep breath as her
was played. Her music, literally: A single
(Just go with it here; pretend that Skin Diamond/Raylin Joy doesn't exist in-universe)
a few weeks back after hanging out with a new hire, to both LAW and After Dark. Juniper Fay Talong Zabala was the name, a really sweet girl.
She hadn't intended that "Freakin' Out" be a theme song from its inception, but after she'd made the decision to branch out to standard competition, she thought it stood a fair chance of catching on with the fans.
The opening left no room for the smoke show she usually puts on in her Hentai matches, so she came right out with that runway strut. One foot in front of the other, with more
(Something like this.)
An exaggerated, but no less eye catching swing to her hips, a hand propped up on her side with her arm swinging, stopping at the end of the ramp to take in the applause. Electric as always, raising the roof. She brought her hands up to her lips, then threw them out in a sweeping motion to either side, spreading the love back out as wide as she could before bringing them back in front of her chest to form a heart.
"And his opponent, standing at five-foot-six and weighing in at one hundred and fifty-five pounds, fighting out of New York, New York, Aliiiiiix Jacques!"
She made her way down the ramp with more gradual steps, taking advantage of the camera's focus to indulge herself and vibe out to her song. "♩Ooh, forget about it. Don't write home about it. Just stop Freakin' Out, yeah...♩" Part of it was self-promotion, most of it was getting into this guy's head. Daisuke -- or at least his wrestling persona, if this was one -- had struck her as the type who took wrestling seriously to the extent that it made him...well, stuck-up. And if that's true, he won't appreciate her introduction of pageantry.
The singing, a little boogieing; she wasn't putting on an entire dance number, but she was taking her time getting to the ring.
"♩Woah...WOOOOOAAAH!♩" Why not try to start a crowd chant ala Cody Rhodes while she's at it? With the
and all.
Hey, a few people already had it down! "♩I've gotta, gotta have it all! WOOOOOAAAH!♩" She bent forwards and windmilled her head, twirling her braided ponytail about like a helicopter rotor, letting that be her body's way of singing about being driven up the wall. "♩WOOOOOOAAAAH! Tell me, do you see it now? And I can't stooop! I've gotta lotta things to show!♩"
When she finally did make it to the ring, she'd forgo the booty shaking that would normally precede her slip through the ropes -- this song wasn't a good fit for it -- and skip straight to a descent onto split legs, first gripping the middle rope after giving the referee a signal to slide her bottle of oil into the nearby corner, and then the bottom rope, sliding beneath the latter with an excited "WEEEE!"...And over the center of the ring, pushing herself up onto her knees, already having picked up a light coating of oil.
Particularly in the chest area, which was glistening with the lavender-scented substance. Dripping down her cleavage, running under her dampened top and over the hard abs she'd been building for these last few months. A mightily delectable sight for the man who stood right over her now, if he cared for it. "Hi, Daisuke!" She greeted him with the same cadence a woman would when meeting a man for an occasion that called for that little black dress she has in her closet.
It was too bad this match came about the way it did, because he was looking delicious. But that's the way it goes sometimes. With a cute smile and a giggle, Alix set her hands back on the mat and slid herself into the corner where her bottle was waiting. With it in hand now, she hopped back onto her feet...then started running this way and that, all in place, to regain her balance when they slipped out from underneath her. And that bottle? Out of her hand, and out of the ring it went.
Good thing she had her back to the turnbuckle. It was a good place to fall, with the ropes helping her stay upright. She settled back and had a good, hearty laugh at herself, replaying those last few seconds in her head in third person, with a Looney Tunes
to accompany them.
She turned to the ref, talking through it. "Swee...Sweetie, can you...? Can you get that for me?"
It was customary to wait for your opponent to get in the ring before one oils up, in fact it was custom that your opponent oils you up and vice versa. However, the wrestling prince was not much for these customs especially when he didn't even think Alix was a real wrestler at all. No, in his mind he was thinking that he was going to regret the French-American woman regret this decision in the first place. They were going to be wrestling each other for the next sixty minutes but something told him that they may not need the entire time as there was no way that Alix could actually wrestle and compete against wrestling royalty for that long. After finishing getting oiled up, the bronze dripping prince was ready to get the show on the road.
That is when Alix's theme cued and the woman made her way down to the ring, debuting as a proper pro-wrestling athlete and not just a sexfighter. Daisuke's eyebrows were raised as he noticed her impressive figure, she certainly had a flawless figure with those abs and nice muscles. He shook his head, trying to focus as he thought that just because she had a toned figure, doesn't mean she could wrestle! What he did find particularly annoying was the crowd, they really seemed to be behind Alix and her theme song, singing along with it, much to the irk of the prince who simply rolled his eyes.
Eventually, after all that showboating, she made her way into the ring. Daisuke had his hands on hips hips as he scoffed in response to her greeting, ignoring her entirely. Alix would then head to her corner and seemed to have some difficultly with the oiled surface, making Daisuke smirk as he was thinking there was no way this klutz could wrestle properly if shes already having difficulty. Her bottle fell out of her hand and out of the ring as the referee was nice enough to exit and grab the bottle for her, heading back in to carefully pass it back to her.
"Tch, are you quite done? Quit stalling Alix. Meet me face to face, right here and now" Daisuke demanded as he stood in the middle of the ring.
"Oh, lighten up, Vegeta!" Alix opened her bottle, giving the referee a quick word of thanks. "I'll be over there to kick your butt in a second!"
She started the process exactly as you'd expect from a former porn star: Raising the bottle high, and letting the substance fall onto her tits. Sliding through her cleavage and dampening her tight top, running over and under, on down to her sculpted abs, helped along by a hand that went over her bottoms, her thick thighs...
It was a salacious show that got the crowd amped up. Even more so when the other hand joined in when she had no more use for a now empty bottle. It wouldn't last long, though. Why?
At first, Alix was thinking of drawing it out. Turn, bend, and pose for him, make sure he saw everything that he chose not to touch, and sew some regret. Or annoy him more. Either road advanced her scheme. She had her front ready to go by the time she started thinking differently. The dark-skinned vixen would be done with it there, moving to meet Daisuke in the middle of the ring as promised, but without the difficulty that her blunder moments ago would suggest; she could walk in the stuff just fine. Then stand on her tippy toes, with her hands on her hips, literally standing face to face with the man with an irreverent grin on hers.
The referee would turn to both competitors to make sure they were ready before signaling for the bell. And the moment it rang, she attacked. "Come here, you!" Wrapped her arms around her waist to pull their bodies tight against each other, her big tits heaving in her top as they were squeezed into Daisuke's chest. She'd seek to
coinciding a sweep with a forward push of her weight to take him down.
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Daisuke could sense it, he knew that Alix was stalling! Perhaps she was having doubts in having to face a real pro-wrestler like him or she was just not confident in her abilities. Whatever the case was, he demanded that the woman cease her game and face him in the middle of the ring. However, Alix seemed to take his taunts in a rather light hearted manner and would joke about him sharing traits with a certain other prince. "Tch, Y-you! You still think this is a game" he would say, trying not to stomp his barefoot against the mats as he didn't want to slip up and give her a advantage at the get go.
Alix would put on a show oiling herself, doing it slow and seductive as the crowd really seemed to get behind her- much to the anger of the prince who still stood in the center. After she was done oiling herself up, she would indeed walk up towards him face to face, just as he asked. The two were inches apart, their flawless physique's glistening in oil to show off their toned bodies. "You're going to regret this, I promise you" he whispered as the crowd wondered what the two were saying to each other.
As the bell rang, Alix would quickly catch his waist and take him down before mounting him. "Nrgh!" he grunted, quickly looking to lean forward his upper body to try and catch her head under his armpit right away as a counter. "Nice try, you surprised me with that move but it wont be enough" he hissed as the two struggled for control.
The Prince would get his headlock, given freely. Maybe it would be a mistake; he had a tight hold that was putting a painful crank on her neck. But..."Don't you worry!" One arm
that was on the side she shuffled her body over to, weaponizing the slick oil beneath them, and the other would be positioned around his other leg at the ankle in an attempt to stifle any defensive movements. "I've got something for your cute ass!"
Practiced, tested, and true. Another small display of competence that a prince of the ring ought to take notice of. But would he be clued in by the time she took side control, however hollow the word might appear while she's in his grasp?
The match began and the two wrestlers were eager to get their hands on each other, eager to prove the other wrong. Daisuke didn't think Alix would dive him head on or that she didn't even have the grappling skill to take him down, but she proved him wrong and would expertly tackle him down to the mats. He grunted in pain as he fell to the mat and she began to mount him but he responded quickly by catching her head in a headlock, tucking her head under his armpit and started to squeeze. Grinning widely now that he took control, the prince continued to squeeze her as tightly as he could despite the slippery oiled condition.
He gritted his teeth, struggling to get a good tight grip on her but that is when she would start shifting and squirming around him, using the oil to her advantage to shimmy around and move to his side as she kept him pinned down. "Nrgh! w-what the? What is...this..NRGHH?!" he growled in anger as Alix was proving to be quite the competent grappler.
Due to his stubbornness however, Daisuke refused to let go of her head and continued to try and squeeze despite in that awkward angle. "Tch, this is nothing...." he said, trying to sound tough.
With careful, but swift and practiced precision, Alix trapped the arm that hooked her head with her shoulder, brought her other arm underneath his neck, clasped her hands together, and rotated her body to the side. Daisuke's throat would be met with her bicep and deltoid, pressing down hard on his neck. She squeezed the Von Flue harder than she normally would have, looking to maintain the pressure that the oil would've likely taken the edge off of otherwise.
Let's see if that's nothing.
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The wrestling prince still was not aware of the danger he was in thanks to Alix shifting her position around to the side, he would continue to hold her head and squeeze it even when the position of the two made it extremely awkward for him to get a good grip on her, that coupled with the oil made it an even harder task but the proud prince was not going to let some hentai wrestler out-grapple him. He knew what he was doing, and surely Alix had no idea what she was doing, right?
Perhaps that was Daisuke simply underestimated her or not giving her the proper respect she deserved as a wrestler, she told the world she had been training for this transition and it was now time to show exactly that. She would trap his arm that hooked her head with her shoulder and use her other arm to get under his neck and then clasp her hands behind his back, now forcing her arm against his neck for a choke.
"Gugh! Ughhh *cough* D-damnit...what is this" he struggled to breathe, quickly releasing her head and tried to get his knees under neath him to try and shove her off as he was now struggling to breathe and squirming under her wildly.
They were both feeling the heat. And maybe Daisuke was stronger. He certainly had the size advantage. But Alix had the leverage. But this was still a risk, albeit small in comparison, with every word spoken being more precious oxygen used up, on both ends. A risk worth taking, in her mind. With her shoulder pressing down hard and crushing his throat like this, she was sure he'd give first.
And lo and behold...
No outright submission, but he was feeling the pressure. Unfortunately for the Prince, however, escape would not come easily to him. Alix had spent far too much time on the mat for that, training in the disciplines of both amateur and professional wrestling, along with a few other assorted grappling styles throughout her journey in martial arts.
She kept pace with him decently enough: It had been a while since she'd last wrestled in some oil, but she remembered the basics of moving around. And with that knowledge still guiding her, she stayed on him like one of those annoying cartoon crushes who just. Would not. Go away. Pressing her body against his against his again, one arm wrapped around him with the other circling around to try to find a good position at the back of his legs so she could trip him up again.
