Bride of Flame doused in Oil

There was some excitement in his heart as he clipped open the bikini top, he didn't know know why but he felt genuinely excited to wrestle this woman. After removing her bikini top, the two of them were left with just their bottoms and that was probably more fair, she did seem sort of restricted with that tight bikini top and he felt she was glad to get rid of it. Anyways, he started to work her back as he not only applied the oil generously to her back but also gave her a decent massage to her back, she didn't consent to it nor did she protest against it.

He gave her a light tap to signal he was done then backed off, she added one final touch to oil her breasts as she grabbed the bottle of oil Daisuke used for her back and applied it to her front, to complete the process of oiling up. The room was much more sweet smelling now with the amount of oil used and the two were ready to go. To clean up, Eriko would grab the used bottles and place them on a separate shelf as to not confused them with the unused bunch.

He stood in the middle, shaking his arms loose, rolling his shoulders while stretching his legs slightly. She would return back to the middle of the mats, rubbing her hands before stepping up to him to face him face to face. Daisuke would step in, pressing his oiled figure against hers as he would stare her down, getting a feel of her bare chested oiled body against his as they simply stared at each other for ten seconds before he finally parted ways. "Likewise" he would respond before getting down on his knees and extending both of his hands to his shoulder length, "Let's start this with a grapple? what do you say?" he suggested the two of them start this whilst on their knees and initiate a grapple battle.

Eriko smirked up at him as he pressed their bodies together. She pushed back flattening her chest to his in clear defiance. It was one of the simplest form of physical challenges not unlike animals butting heads. This however felt far nicer as her breasts slipped up along his chiseled form. "You say that, but how ready are you, really?" She gave him another smile, coy and innocent as she stepped back to give the two of them room, mirroring Daisuke.

With a nod she lowered herself down to her knees as well, legs spread wide, leading slightly with her right side. Even before the match started she was suring up her stance to make the most out of her positioning. He would have leverage over her, but she had a lower center of gravity. If she played her cards right things might not be that stilted.

Leaning in she placed her palms on his chest, slowly running them up and over her collar to grip his shoulders. She seemed aware of what she was doing. He had said to go all out, and that was her intention. Her talent, her experience, and her body were all equal partners in this match. If she could exploit being a woman against him, she was going to. That was a lesson all on its own.

She started to apply pressure, but waited until he was locked in with her before actually trying to put in any force. If the two stayed lock at the shoulders, she would comply with that, if he switched to a collar and elbow tie up, she would mirror him. At first her goal was to hold them steady, gauge his strength by giving small pushes and stopping any advances.

The wrestling prince would grin as she would press back into him, her oiled breasts mushrooming against his chest as the two looked into each other's eyes with a confident smirk. "Ready enough to beat you, that's for sure" he would say before the two would give each other some space.

Her hands would press up against his oiled pecs before sliding up towards his shoulders as the two were down on their knees, facing each other with their hands on each other's shoulders. As soon as he would feel some pressure applied by her in the grapple, he would quickly switch the grapple to a collar and elbow style grapple and she would follow suit. The two now engaged in a heated grapple, Daisuke gritted his teeth as he leaned in towards her, pressing him self tight against her as he looked to impose himself on her, while also trying to keep his balance and not slide too much forward or backwards while on his oiled knees.

He grunted in effort, battling against his opponent as the two looked to gain control of the other in the grapple contest.

The two had locked up rather firmly despite the oil, they acted as tethers to remain upright with neither side giving in. She had thought them equally matched at first, but once Daisuke started to actually force himself it was clear to her that wasn't the case. Her arms slowly started to strain, she groaned in protest. "My my... You are feisty."

He was pushing her back, her knees starting to slip along the mats. Even without his full leverage he was managing to overpower her. She had a few options open to her. In a normal match she would have used his own force against him. Here? It was risky. Letting him push too much might seal her fate with no assurances she would be able to keep hold of him to try to capitalize with the oil in play. In pure test of strength she wouldn't be able to hold a candle to him.

So she wouldn't try. Rather than fight a losing battle, she would dip down, body twisting to attempt to use her slicked form her slip his grasp to lunge directly at him. Her arm shot up trying to loop around behind her head to flex firmly before she threw her weight back, trying to flip his forward onto the ground in a headlock takedown which would end with her laying across his chest trying to cinch the hold in.

The wrestling prince challenged this woman in her own game for only one reason, to win. He wanted to wrestle the supposed best oil wrestler and beat her, straight up. There was no other reason to it, he didn't come here to feel her up and play around with a hot woman in oil but straight up take her down. He showed aggression in the lock up, leaning into her while trying to maintain his balance in oil, trying not to slip up around her knees or from the oiled skin of his opponent. He started to push back, prompting a comment from the red head. "Argh come on then, show me what you can do" he would say as she would start to get pushed back.

Perhaps, his eagerness would be his undoing, Eriko would merely dip down and twist her body, lunging at him to wrap her arms around his head in a tight headlock before dropping her weight back to judo flip him over and down onto his back with the red head on top, across his chest with the headlock still locked in. His face slightly being smothered by her oiled breasts as he wriggled under her. "Mnggh! Mffff" he moaned, bringing his hands up and pressing them under Eriko's chin as he pushed her head backwards, trying to create some space.

Her takedown had been as smooth as both of the oiled wrestles as she managed to flip Daisuke to the mat.she made sure to brace herself on to of him, legs spread wide along the mat to give her more of a foundation as she cinched in the hold by hooking her fingers rather than intertwining them as she would do in a normal match. This made them far less likely to slip free due to the oil.

She carried most of her weight on top of him, leaning into the headlock as she did her best to crank the solid hold, trying to make the most out of her early success by taking as much out of her opponent as she could manage with the simple submission move. As he pressed his palms beneath her chin, her head started to bend backwards until his jerked it to the side, tilting her head at an angle to slip his grasp thanks to the oil.

"Going to have to adapt." She cooed softly, she was grinning wide. Pressing her planted feet to the mat, she bucked, lifting her weight off of him for a brief moment before it dropped back down on top of him as she maintained the headlock, a bit of extra assertion to hammer in some compliance on the man trapped below her.

Daisuke was certainly going to have to adapt to the new playing field. Wrestling while oiled up on the mats was quite different than a standard pro wrestling bout and Eriko was quick to hammer home that very point. The grapple was more technical rather than just relying on pure strength, which made it more stalemate than what it would have been in the ring. Still, Daisuke found his groove and managed to push her back just enough which prompted her to switch tactics. Quickly wrapping her arms around his head to flip him over and smack him down on his back, taking her place across his chest, she locked in a tight headlock. Daisuke quickly pushed her head backwards by pressing his palm against her chin, it worked for a bit until his hand slipped away from under her chin and her head snapped back forward.

"Grrgghhh....Ahhhhhhhh" his moans grew louder as she raised her footing to rise up slightly, allowing her to tighten her headlock even more before dropping back down on top of him to wind him out. Daisuke began to scoot around, using the slippery conditions to twist and turn under her, without anything to grab onto this was going to be difficult. Perhaps telling her to go topless was a bad idea after all, with the side of her boob also pressed against his face. Daisuke reached up to grab her hair, yanking it. "Urgh...L-let go"

Eriko had taken a pretty commanding hold over Daisuke, even if it was a simple one. It seemed that while he was a veteran in the ring compared to her, her experience as an actual oil wrestler was proving difficult for him. She could help but giggle a bit as he struggled, they had only just started. As she slipped free from his attempt to wrench her head back, she doubled down on her hold. Arms flexing as she constricted his neck, leaning in to actively to cover his face with the side of her breast to make it harder for him to breath or make him have to expend effort to try to avoid her. She seemed almost unshakable as she balanced atop him, which was strange given her relative size and power compared to him

"You have to have more than this, otherwise we might want to make this more than one fall. Let's see wh-" Erika let out a cry as her hair was grabbed. Her braid providing him with a rather convenient object to hold not slathered in oil. Her red locks might as well have been a length of rope. Her back arched as her head was drawn back by her hair, staining. It hadn't taken long for Daisuke to cheat, hair pulling was a big no no in just about any competitive sport. Perhaps it was a good thing she didn't have her top any more to grab onto.

She managed to maintain the hold, though she was being wrenched back, pulling her hair was definitely working to his advantage as it provided him an easy hold over her. "You let go!" She fired back, as she tried to keep up pressure. If he kept pulling her back though, her grip on the hold would start to weaken.

Eriko was proving to be quite the challenge, the oiled conditions certainly did not go in his favour as his attempt to push her head backwards via a grip of her chin was thwarted easily, as his own palm slide off her face. Knowing fell she needed to increase the pressure on her hold, the veteran oil wrestler would tighten her grip of the submission hold, squeezing harder while leaning in towards him to smother him party with one of her breast. "Saahhh~" he grunted as he continued to shift around positions whilst on his back. She followed through and through as she adjusted her grip and position the same way he did to stay on top and still having the headlock secure.

Having left no option for now, Daisuke grabbed the most obvious thing- her hair. He yanked it backwards and he felt some of the pressure ease up, he gritted his teeth and yanked her hair even more as that clearly was doing the trick. He bucked upwards as he tried to jerk around whilst pulling her hair simultaneously "Argghh ladies first" he moaned as she asked him to let go first. "Arghhh don't make excuses when I win, I can have this 2/3 or 3/5 falls"he grunted as the two oiled wrestlers struggled against each other.

There had been no real arguing who had been in control at first. Eriko had clamped in a headlock and proves to be almost unshakble in Daisuke's more tactful approach in trying to remove her. She had almost made it look easy, even playfully adding her own spin to the move. Now? It wasn't as clear.

She had been able to keep her hold going at first, but his persistence in wrenching her head back using her hair had proved to be incredibly effective. It wouldn't be long before she was pulled back across his chest, arms straining as she lost her grip on him little by little. She had tried to shake and tug with her head to break free from his hold, but her braid gave him such a firm grip that it seemed impossible.

She let out a cry as her fingers slipped from one another, looking her hooked clasp on her headlock had been the lynchpin holding it all together, arms slipping from around his head. The hold surrendered, she kicked a bit, reaching up as she attempted to pry his hand from her hair.