Eliza Morgan vs Daisuke Takeuchi - Oil It Up!

Eliza Morgan vs. Daisuke Takeuchi

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Match Type: Oil Submission Match
Victory Conditions: Victory is given to whoever makes their opponent submit

So this was really happening. Not that she was nervous, in fact, Eliza was pumped for this match, now that they cleared the air. Stretching herself on the mats, since she might not get the chance to do it properly once she oils up. An oil match was...interesting. But something that Eliza was more than willing to go through in order to best her, perhaps the most persistent rival she has now. The All-American had gotten a win over Daisuke, in a submission match nonetheless, so she came in with confidence, but not cocky that she could easily thrash him. Daisuke still had skills that were admirable and since this was a match type that he himself requested, she was on guard. Losing to her has not dulled him one bit so he will definitely come at her with all he's got.

Honestly, she wanted that.

With all the talk they have done, it was time to get serious right now. A win here would solidify her place as being better than the Wrestling Prince and secure bragging rights. Not that she expected this to be the last. Either way, it goes, it wouldn't be the last time she would see him. Or tussle with him. Despite his cocky attitude, there was something fun with rolling around with him, that she won't deny. So she's coming with the mindset that this will be a competitive match. And she couldn't have it any other way.

Eliza Morgan:

Finishing up her stretches, Eliza soon adjusted her bikini, unsurprisingly going with the patriotic direction with having an American Flag on it. Slipping off her tight denim shorts and showing off the bikini bottoms, Eliza reached for the bottle of oil outside of the mats. Putting a good amount of it on her hand, she began to slather herself with it on her arms, making sure she got every part of it before taking more and pouring it on her chest. There was no audience or even a ref, just those two, fighting to see who is the best. She could expect him to get desperate but hopefully nothing that really crosses the line.

"Ready to get spanked again?" She teased as she rubbed oil on her body. Feeling fine. Feeling hella confident. "Remember, this is yer idea for a match so if ya lose, then you have to admit I'm the better wrassler! No gettin' out of it, this time."

After all was said and done, now it finally came down for the two to settle their rivalry, settle the debate on who the better wrestler was between the two in a oil wrestling match as requested by Daisuke Takeuchi himself. Daisuke didn't want this to go down like their last encounter, he wanted to clear the air first and when that was done, they would finally get the chance to decide who was better in a pure grapple contest, no other distractions.

Daisuke:

Daisuke would stand across Eliza, on the mats, adjusting his briefs as he jumped up and down, bouncing on his heels and shaking his arms loose as he got ready to wrestle Eliza. Despite him losing their first encounter, this time he was confident that he would come out on top- after all, he had requested this match and had more time to prepare for it. He watched as Eliza stripped down from her denim shorts to her bikini briefs, completing her patriotic wrestling attire- a USA print bikini.

"You're quite patriotic today huh?" he would grin, before reaching out to grab a bottle of oil and squirt some of the fluid on his palms. "We may have made peace but that doesn't mean I'm about to lose to you again. You're right about one thing though" he said, pausing a bit to massage his body and spread the oil evenly around his pecs, abs, shoulders, neck, arms and bending down to oil his thighs and legs before rising back up to his feet, "the loser will admit that the winner is the better wrestler" he grinned, before going down on his knees and taking center position on the mats.

The amount of oil should be enough to coat her whole being, face notwithstanding. And it certainly did, making sure she got it on every part of her body as she could. The hard to reach places didn't matter much seeing as the two would be tussling around very soon. So any parts left out would have to wait. Once getting her body oiled up, Eliza slid on her knees towards the centre of the ring.

Daisuke pointing out the Patriotic bikini that she adorned as he rubbed oil around himself. "What can I say? Proud to be an American." She giggled, knowing one crusader that wouldn't be too pleased with that. Of course, Eliza wasn't gonna be slack with him. This was his requested match and she had yet to see his skills in the oil. Take it easy and get an advantage.  "And the better wrassler would be me." Giving a teasing smile as they both meet in the middle of the mats.

Eliza, taking initiative would press her body right up on Daisuke's letting her buxom breasts push on his own chest. Something he is known to do, she stared down at the Prince, her own eyes piercing into his, perhaps a way to get into his head as Daisuke is usually the one to instigate things. Now the Lone Rising Star was staring him down and perhaps more forward with him now she is used to him. Of course, it was in a teasing manner. " Ready, Dai?"

Now that the air had been cleared between the two, they can get down to the more important question- who the better wrestler was between the two. It was going to be a test of pure grappling skill and the loser would have no doubts that the winner is the better. Both Eliza and Daisuke were now oiled up as much as they could to do themselves, any other body parts would soon be oiled up themselves when the would tussle around against each other.

"Yeah yeah, that's not going to help you in this match though" he would wink. The wrestling prince and Eliza got down on their knees, with the American proclaiming she would be the better wrestler. Daisuke smirked in confidence, wanting to reply but was caught off by Eliza's bold approach. She would approach him, pressing up against him as he did to her previously. Her oiled chest pressed up against his pecs and the two went close. Their oily bodies pressed up as Eliza stared him down, waiting to see if he was ready.

Daisuke bit his lip, "Oh? Someone's confident? I'm ready Eliza, may the best 'wrassler' win" he said, taunting her accent a bit. The wresting prince would rub his nose against hers before bringing his arms up and grappling with her. With his grip slipping and sliding off her shoulders, he would do best to keep close to her, pressing into her and try to take her down on her back by using his body and leaning into her.

"You'd be surprised." Eliza replied as she rolled her shoulders, watching as the Wrestling Prince got to his knees in front of her. "You'll see once ya have the good ol' stars and stripes on your face." A little nod and perhaps a prediction of things to come, Eliza came up close. Real close. In a move that was similar and well known to Daisuke. She held her ground, staring at him as he was even caught off by her approach.

Suppose it is weird when someone else does it.

"Confident and ready, Dai." The Lone Rising Star would reply back. Enough of the staredown, now it was time for business. The two began to grapple, both hands on their shoulders and it was at that point Eliza was reminded on how hard it is to find grip. But the All-American came in with much enthusiasm for it not to deter her anyways. Daisuke soon pressed into Eliza, feeling him push with force, the blonde having to shift her legs back enough so she doesn't fall onto her back. Eliza initially struggled to find purchase but thought to herself how the slipperiness could work in her favour.

The All-American would let go of Daisuke's shoulders (not that she had a good grip on them anyway) before attempting to sneak past to the side. Looking to get right behind the Wrestling Prince as her arms seek to wrap around his waist.

Daisuke would only grin at her reply, she was certainly alot more playful and full on banter than she was before. Perhaps getting on her good side was not such a bad idea after all. The prince would roll his eyes at her next comment, shaking his head and then simply got ready to lock up with the Lone Star. Before the lock up, there was a little bit of the staredown. His chiseled frame against her own impressively toned frame. Their oiled bodies pressed up and Daisuke enjoyed the feeling of a strong woman against his own frame, challenging him- it made him respect her even more. The two would not give other an inch of space, nudging into each other but soon it was time to wrestle.

Parting ways from the staredown, it wasn't long until they were close to each other again. Eliza's breasts mushroomed against Daisuke's pec as they locked up in a slippery grapple. Both of them did their best to try and get the other down but with the oiled conditions, neither could really beat the other. Until, that is, Eliza decided to switch things around. The American wrestler would relinquish the grapple and get behind the prince, wrapping her arms around his waist to squeeze him in a waistlock.

Daisuke would grunt in pain, before bending downwards a bit and bringing his hands down to her wrists as he attempted to pry them off his abdomen. "You call this 'wrasslin' this...Urgh...is nothing" he moaned, fighting her grip.

Eliza took this time to get a feel of her opponent in such slippery conditions. Before it wasn't so hard to keep her hands on him but now she has to think more of her hand placement, the force she is putting in...the All-American hoped she could get it down as quickly as possible.

So far, she is at least holding her ground with the Prince, keeping him from overpowering him but not getting far with getting an advantage over him. At that point, it was best to just relinquish the lock up and just find another way. Which she did when she got him from the back, her arms wrapping all over his waist. Which even that was hard to maintain as Daisuke reached down to grasp her wrists in an attempt to pry them off.

The Lone Rising Star grinned as he taunted her if this was 'wrassling'. "Oh ya ain' see nuthin' yet, Dai..." Like the lock up, Eliza gave up with the waist lock, only for Eliza to bring her arms up and under Daisuke's own and hopefully get her hands behind his neck. An attempt at a Full Nelson, but also some good offense for the All-American so far in this oily match!

Daisuke wasn't sure if Eliza had ever wrestled in oil before. As he had wrestled in oil a couple of times before in his career, he figured he would get an advantage over the American wrestler if she hadn't wrestled in an oil wrestling match before. It would probably take her some time to adapt to the slippery conditions in the oil or at least one would image so- as Daisuke did. Eliza, however, handled it like a champ! Showing some clever skill and good technique, she changed the grapple and quickly got behind him, trapping him in a waistlock.

When Daisuke showed signs of escaping the waistlock, even mocking her that her waistlock wasn't really doing much to him except keeping him place. Eliza would grin and quickly adapt to the situation, giving up on the waist lock to bring her arms up and under Daisuke's own and lock her hands behind his neck to trap him in a Full Nelson submission.

"Nnrrghhh!!" Daisuke would groan in pain. His neck was being stretched downwards, while his arms were trapped. Daisuke struggled harder and harder, wriggling his body left and right as Eliza out-grappled her rival. "Nrgghh y-you've wreslted in oil before?!" he gasped, struggling to escape despite the oiled conditions.

Eliza was mostly moving on instinct for the most part. She didn't have much of an idea on what might work but something like a full nelson should be a good idea. For now, she relied on basic chain wrestling since it is quite easy for her holds to be broken or to lose grip. Just a matter of finding which one is good for her.

So from a waistlock to a full nelson, her fingers clasped together, although the threat of them slipping was always gonna be there. But this was good still, Daisuke struggling as his neck is being stretched downwards. The struggling didn't help much either, especially as grip was already an issue. "I've faced slippery folk before... kinda the same thing." Her comment rather ambiguous to the Prince but she'll let him guess if she did or not.

Eliza was thinking what to do next whilst that goes on. Not so much changing to another hold but it would be a good idea to improve the one she has. For now, Eliza would settle with leaning back so they'd both go to the ground. At the same time, both her legs would look to wrap around Daisuke's waist. Hopefully locking her ankles wasn't so much of an issue as locking her fingers cause she needs to keep control of the Wrestling Prince!

Once again, the wrestling prince was impressed by Eliza's wrestling ability. She wasn't some blonde bimbo who wanted to play-wrestle against her opponent but had some serious skill. Her chain wrestling ability was evident to that and unlike before, Daisuke didn't have to hold a grudge against her seeing how they had made up with each other.

Ugh!? maybe we should do this more often" he groaned. While trying to escape, wriggling about and squirming against the blonde, Daisuke felt as if he was making progress in his escape and the oil was certainly a factor to aid him. However, the Texan would switch her game up once more and leaned onto her back with the prince on top of her.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and she began to squeeze, trapping him in a body scissor and full nelson combo. "Nnnrgghh owww.....is that when....you were still wrestling pigs in the mud on your farm?" he quipped, trying to shake to the left and shift their positions onto their sides.