L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Spoiler

Petra had only considered it a matter of time until she stepped against a male foe in an official match-up - given it was a male foe whom she had first sparred with. Fearing little of what advantages a male body would naturally have over her own, given that she was forever out to merely improve herself regardless of opponent, Petra emerged from behind the entrance ramp with surprising confidence. And even a little skip to her step!

Having earned a surprising amount of fans in her short tenure, it was hard for Petra not to be in a good mood whenever she was before them. Having wrestled each and every one of her matches thus far with all the heart in the world, Petra's likability was apparent. Even more so when you heard the young Greek speak - with her cute spin on English being enough to make all but the nastiest of heels giggle.

Descending the ramp, Petra didn't raise her eyes despite the curious sight before her. With the ring still very much standing where it usually stood, it had the minor addition of the rings and turnbuckles being completely removed. No doubt to make way for what stood atop the ring - that being a large, inflatable pool of sorts; one already coated on the inside with a hefty amount of oil!

All too familiar with the concept of an oil match in her training years, Petra was quick to take to the bottle given to her. Covering her frame from head to toe, Petra would make sure she was well prepared for the encounter, as she turned her head to the ramp to lay witness to they male foe she'd soon be scuffling with.

Daisuke was no stranger to oil wrestling, he had competed in a fair amount of them in the past and tonight it was going to be no different. In the back, he was preparing for his wrestling match against a woman named Petra whom he had heard of before. She had been gaining quite the fan-following and popularity for possessing a very determined personality in the ring when it came to giving it her all in a wrestling match and winning. He had watched a couple of her matches before and was moderately impressed but had no doubt that he could easily beat her in oil.

In his locker room, he had changed into his wrestling gear which consisted of a pair of CK grey wrestling briefs. There would be no need for elbow pads or boots for this match type and he was barefoot, showing off his impressive physique. Making his way to the gorilla position, he would wait for his theme to cue and when it did he made his way into the arena to a chorus of jeers. Not caring what the fans thought, Daisuke would march right down that ramp towards the ring with his eyes fixed on Petra who seemed to be in focus towards him too.

Daisuke

The wrestling prince would grab a bottle of oil reserved for him, coating himself evenly before tossing the empty bottle out of the modified ring. Walking slowly towards Petra he would stop as the two were inches away from each other, face to face. "I've seen you wrestle. Raw determination isn't enough to beat me. I promise you Petra, this is one wrestling match you won't win." he said glaring into those eyes.

Be it tall man or small woman before the Greek, Petra was going into the encounter with everything she had. Restraint was for the sparring mats, she figured, and anyone and everyone who accepted the offer of facing her in an even remotely serious manner should by now know that the Greek always gave her best. The time for pat downs and handshakes was before the match, and after it. And with the look Daisuke had upon his face, Petra didn't even opt for a greeting before hand.

"I am much determination, and even mucher skill!" She'd roar back, her cute if abrupt form of English earning an honest smile from the referee nearby, whom slowly signalled for the bell. Doing such in a manner that both fighters could see, Petra glared up into Daisuke's own eyes right up until the ringing of the bell. When it was indeed rung, she'd slide backwards on one foot and then the other, to seamlessly slip into something of a battle posture

Arms raised and look of determination upon her face, the Greek was ready.

After evenly oiling up his chiseled body, Daisuke would straight up walk towards Petra to invade her personal place and press up against the oiled frame of the Greek. The wrestling prince was not interested in any introductions or formalities, choosing not to offer any shake of hands and in turn Petra was not interested in it either. Daisuke would say his piece, he was not impressed by Petra and that pure determination was going to earn her any victory against the wrestling prince. Despite that he did have to admit that she had a very impressive figure but her wrestling ability was yet to be seen by him.

Her cute and broken English did not phase him at all, he did not find that cute at all. Both Daisuke and Petra did not move an inch at all, glaring into each others eyes until the bell rang. When it did, both of them took a step back and entered into a wrestling stance with their arms out in front of each other. Daisuke would waste no time in slowly moving towards her, careful not to slip due to the oily surface. When in close proximity, Daisuke would reach out to lock up with Petra in a up close and personal clinch.

Butting heads and with her, Daisuke pressed his body up against Petra and attempted to out-grapple her in an attempt to take her down onto the oily mats. "You cannot win!" he roared.

Petra was confident in her strength, but she was no fool. Simply from Daisuke's build, Petra's mind told her that a direct clinch with her male adversary would only end in disaster for her. She had plenty of moves to use when said clinch turned against her, but little would be of use when the mats slipped from underneath her.

Face unturning as Daisuke closed in with his confident words, Petra looked to bring her arms high as if she was about to slam them into Daisuke's own, to give her male foe the clinch he wanted. Only, it would serve as an attempted ruse to make Daisuke's arms rise higher, even if by just a bit, to ensure they met Petra's own mitts.

Mitts that would suddenly duck low, as the Greek shot in with surprising speed given her surface. For she didn't truly care if her quick pace lost her footing, so long as she was able to swing around to Daisuke's side. And sweep his leg with both her hooking arms!

With what Daisuke had heard about Petra, he was sure that if he offered her a chance to go head to head against him in a lock up she would refuse said challenge. In that scenario, Daisuke had hoped to use her naivety, garbed under the dress of 'determination', against her. As the match began, Daisuke carefully approached her amidst the oiled surface to lunge in for the clinch. It appeared that Petra had the same idea and was going to accept the lock up until at the very last minute...she didn't! Instead, the Greek woman would duck low to avoid grapple against the Prince and would instead swing around to his side to wrap her arms around his leg, tugging on it to sweep him down to the oiled surface.

"Urgh!" Daisuke cried out while falling flat on his face. *SPLAT* the oil splashed around while the prince was down on his belly, squirming about trying to push up onto his hands and knees but ultimately slipping to fall flat on his stomach once more.

Petra's skilled take down was carried out with such speed that the oil sent the Greek somewhat slipping off of her male foe after she had indeed tackled him. But to her luck, Daisuke wasn't able to take advantage. In fact, the oil left him slipping right back to square one, with a grunt as the male landed to his front!

Pushing to her knees and keeping her cool, Petra shoved her right hand against the canvas floor to send herself sliding forward - a sign that she was all too used to wrestling with the natural slippy-ness of the oil. Aiming to do so in tandem with another attempt at a rise by Daisuke, Petra would look to seamlessly lock her arm around his head as she shoved up to all fours. For a headlock, that left Daisuke's head against her torso, with his face to the ground!

Disappointed that Petra didn't accept his offer for a lock up, instead she went the low route and would execute a takedown to bring the wrestling prince down onto the oiled surface. Daisuke fell face down, the oil splashing down on his face as he brought his hands up to awkwardly get some out of his eyes and mouth. In the midst of that, the Greek wrestler would push down to her knees and slide towards him while the wrestling prince was getting up on all fours. Just as he pushed up on all fours, Petra would have her arm wrap around his head to pull his head down against her torso while facing the oiled mats.

"Mnrgh! Gugh. You'll pay for that. Arghh" Daisuke growled, looking to shove his body into her from the side like a raging bull while trying to struggle his way out of the hold. His hands would move up to grab her chin, pushing her head away before eventually reaching up to grab her hair and give it a hard yank in a desperate attempt to force her to release his head.

Petra had a tight hold in place but she was no fool. The tightest hold possible would serve her absolutely no benefit here. Even had there not been oil, she was not so overconfident in her strength to believe that she could outright overpower Daisuke. Such a feat alongside the slippery substance coating both fighters made the choice of a prolonged hold at this stage of the fight to be a foolish one.

Wincing hard as Daiuske reached for her long violet locks, with flashbacks ringing through her mind as to her evil encounter with Helena, Petra sped up her plans as not to suffer Daisuke's hair pull a moment longer.

Letting gravity act upon her frame, Petra made sure to kick her right leg out in front of her as she let herself fall back. For a swinging DDT attempt with such momentum and vigour that Daisuke might have been sent up and over her! Even with that short distance to fall!

With Daisuke off to a bad start, the wrestling prince was tossed onto the oiled surface of the wrestling pool as the liquid was doused onto his body even more. When he attempted to get back up, the Greek woman was right on his case and would drop down to catch his head in a tight headlock while having him forced onto all fours with his head facing her torso and his face looking down on the oiled floor. Daisuke attempted to barge into her before reaching up to grab her chin, pushing her head away to perhaps loosen the hold up.

When that failed, he went for the hair and yanked it hard. Petra was not going to engage in a cat-fight with the wrestling prince and would instead kick her right leg out in front of her before letting her fall back, driving Daisuke's head onto the oiled floor for a swinging DDT. "Guuugh!" Daisuke cried out as his head got smacked hard. The bump hurt even if it was from a small distance and the prince would roll over onto his back, clutching his head in pain.

"Aghh! There's no way I'm losing to someone like her" he groaned, shaking his head and trying to sit up despite the throbbing pain in his head.