Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Eriko Sakai

Match type: Oil Wrestling
Victory Condition: Pinfall, Submission or K.O.
Special conditions / rules: Victory by gaining 5 submissions. There will be no breaks in between rounds unless the loser of the round requests for a break at any condition that the winner of the round may or may not impose.

"Eriko Sakai" Daisuke whispered to himself as he stepped out of the showers and walked into his private locker room. The prince was going to wrestle his former oil wrestling instructor in a brutal 5 submissions oil wrestling match. However, there was more to at stake than just a wrestling match. Daisuke had put his pride on the line, he had very confidently challenged Eriko to this match with special conditions that could end up very humiliating for either of them. Not only was the match designed to test endurance and stamina but because it was an oil wrestling match, grappling and submissions were going to be just a bit harder.

With all those thoughts in mind, Daisuke would dry himself before slipping into his grey CK wrestling briefs and nothing else. Before exiting the locker room, he would put on a large robe and wear some flip-flops and subsequently start making his way towards the arena.

Daisuke:

Unlike last time, this time the match was going to be in front of the crowd. So there would be no denying who the better wrestler was. Daisuke was confident he could beat his former oil wrestling instructor as he had been practicing his oil wrestling ability just so that he could get a chance to face and beat Eriko again. There weren't going to be any flukes either, thus the special five submissions conditions.

Daisuke's theme would cue and he would make his way out to the arena, he didn't focus much on the crowd or their reaction and would straight away head towards ringside. Once near the ring, he would dis-robe to reveal his chiseled, manly body clad in just his briefs. He would kick off his flip-flops before sliding into the ring where the ring canvas was completely replaced with a large inflatable pool of oil. Daisuke would carefully step into it, getting down on his knees as he slid towards the middle of the ring and stayed on his knees, waiting for Eriko to make her way.

Whilst he waited, Daisuke would rub his hands all over the oily surface of the makeshift ring and would get his hands all oiled up before rubbing them over his chest, abs, arms and neck. Daisuke would evenly spread the oil over his body, massaging himself as he coated his body in oil, which was now glistening and really showing off his impressive figure.

It had been awhile since she had last heard from Daisuke. He had originally sought he out for help with his oil wrestling skills as something of a private teacher. Her reputation as an accomplished oil wrestler outside of AFW preceded her, and these days it was just part of what the higher ups wanted from her. When he approached her again, she wasn't surprised to find time hadn't humbled him at all.

Rather than seeking further advice on his technique, it seemed as though he thought she had nothing more to offer past taking back the humiliation that had befallen him in their private room that day. The martial artist had no real issues with him wanting to face her again, but his attitude and the way he went about it was all wrong. As such, she had agreed, only if it was going to be official so there was no excuses when she beat him again.

A compromise was struck. They would show down in the arena in an official capacity but they would do so without an official. It was clear Daisuke was going to try something underhanded. Even in their spar he had been liberal about using her hair against her. No doubt he was going to be even more shady with his reputation on the line.

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Eriko:

Theme:

Eriko stepped out from behind the curtain onto the stage, her body glistening in the arena lighting off of her oil slicked body. She had come prepared, the heavy scent of strawberry surrounding her form. She wore only simple bikini bottom and a towel draped across her shoulders which tastefully hung down over her breasts.

She made her way down the ramp, giving a nod to cheering fans in passing. There was a surprising amount of support for her here despite the fact she was technically signed to Friction. She couldn't deny seeing a few signs reading "Bride of Flame" in the crowd was nice. Not everyone knew her by that moniker… well, until her monumental match with Devine.

Climbing up the ring steps, she couldn't hold back a small grin at the setup they had put together. Shamelessly she slipped the towel off to lay on top of the turnbuckle, her chest on full display. Walking out onto the apron she gripped the top rope, hopping herself up and over it to land inside the inflatable interior, making the whole structure shake violently from the impact, specifically done to disrupt what Daisuke was doing.

Crawling up onto her hands and knees she slipped a bit from side to side, getting a feel for the slightly bouncier surface. More give than she was used to, but it would be fine. Eriko glanced towards Daisuke with a smirk, looking him up and down. More of what she remembered. "I half expected you to call this off. If nothing else I guess we can say you are brave… or foolish."

Whilst he waited in the middle of the custom wrestling ring, he was down on his knees and rubbed his palms on the oily surface of the canvas before massaging his body, getting coated with the oil. In the meanwhile, Eriko would make her way out into the Tension area, clad in a yellow bikini bottom and a towel draped across her chest. Daisuke had his eyes fixed on his former instructor and now rival, he was eager to give Eriko her first ever defeat in oil wrestling.

The Bride of Flame would make her way towards ringside, making her way up the ring steps and removing the towel off to expose her topless body while putting the towel on top of the turnbuckle. She would walk out onto the apron before hopping up and over it to land inside, shaking the inflatable pool and disrupting Daisuke who slipped about on his knees.

"Ugh, Tsk?! Darn you" he hissed while regaining his balance and shifting back up on his knees. Eriko shifted on her hands and knees, slipping about the pool to get a feel of it before turning her gaze to Daisuke and mocking him.

"Hmph, by the end of this match you will be handed your first ever loss in oil Eriko. This time, I won't lose" he confidently said. With that, Daisuke would raise his arms up to a shoulder level, inviting Eriko to lock up in a oily clinch to test who would be the better grappler.

"Come on, I dare you" he hissed.

Eriko pursed her lips, giggling softly as she watched Daisuke nearly flopped over by her playful entrance. She flashed him a mischievous smile, raising a finger to wiggle it at him. "I see you haven't improved your foundation much. Are you reeeeeally sure you can take me?" The martial artist gave a small push off the side of the inflatable ring, letting the momentum glide her towards it's center.

The redhead dropped to her hands and knees just before Her opponent, giving him what looked to be a free, juicy opening to grapple her while she was unable to defend herself. To call the wrestling prince an opportunist as being nice. He had openly cheated in their spar and was unabashedly willing to do it again no doubt. She would wait for him to try grab hold of her before swiftly slipping away, twisting just out of grasp to gracefully slip around the ring to circle him, treating this more like a bull fight than a wrestling match.

"Playing it awfully passive after challenging me. You're not scared are you?" Eriko would raise a hand, giving her fingers a dainty flick to send a few playful droplets of oil his way as she rose to her knees again, arms raising in an open challenge to actually grapple with him this time. She allowed him to be the aggressor, settling in to her current location with her thighs spread just right to give her a solid form to keep her balance should be try tackling her. If he came in slow though, she would feign locking up with him only to attempt to slip under his arms and come up behind him to attempt locking the prince in a full nelson befitting royalty.

Eriko was in a playful mood tonight it seemed whereas Daisuke was all serious business. Her entrance was a bit flashy, as she vaulted over the ring ropes and came crashing down on the special ring. The impact was enough for Daisuke to slip a bit but he did manage to regain composure and shift onto his knees as he glared onto his former oil wrestling instructor.

"Tsk, my foundation is just fine" he would reply back while adjusting his briefs. Eriko looked in great shape, her body was glistening in oil and well toned. Unlike last time, Daisuke felt he was prepared to face her this time in this grueling five fall match.

When she would go down on all fours in front of him, it was surely a teasing invitation and he would lunge in to grab him. However, that was all a clever ploy and she would quickly slip past him as he attempted to grab her. Eriko would quickly move along the ring, circling Daisuke. The prince counter circled her, making sure she was in front of him at all times.

In the end, she would shift up on her knees and extended her arms , inviting him to grapple this time. Daisuke would lunge at her to grapple but once more she feigned and went past him, getting behind him and trapping him a full nelson. Daisuke could feel her oiled, bare breasts press up against his muscular back after she had him secured in the full nelson.

"Nrgh, c-cant grapple me head on like a real wrestler? Nrghh L-let go" he growled, wriggling and struggling as best as he could.

Eriko hooked her arms under Daisuke's, roughly flexing her own muscle by snapping him into a full nelson from behind. Her legs spread wide, as he struggled to fighter her, she moved with him giving little power to his flailing. She instead gave him a hard jerk, pulling him upright to press close against her oil slicked body. Every attempt to pull to one side found her forcefully dragging him back to where she wanted as she let him struggle in her grasp in front of the crowd.

"Can't catch me like a real wrestler, hm?" She offered back to him, leaning her head to one side to teasing blow in one of his ears. She would keep the hold locked in tight, not doing much at first behind keeping him locked down and let him burn energy no doubt fighting it. The more she filed him, the less likely he was to wrestle smart. She knew this already from their spar.

Having had enough fun toying with him, she tugged him to the the left, then suddenly switched to the right in a sudden surge of force, trying to rip him up off the ground. She would twist, trying to slam him face first into the oil, pinning him down to the bouncy mat from behind. She grinded up again him, trying to make sure to flatten him out along the ground to set up for what came next.

The redhead would throw her legs to either side, trying to straddle the small of her opponents back, attempting to shuffle her feet along the canvas to pull his upper body into a full nelson clutch, cranking on both holds at once to start to strain his back and shoulders.

"I'll let go when you tap. I warned you I was going to be serious if you challenged me again." If she had managed to lock in the new submission, she would steadily lean herself backwards little by little, walking her feet down the slicked mat for support as she brought his back to the breaking point.

The wrestling prince had always been impressed by his former oil wrestling instructor's ability to go with the flow of the oil. Her movements and techniques in oil were as good as some wrestlers techniques whilst wrestling in a normal match. Eriko would firmly clash her arms around Daisuke's to trap him in a full nelson and despite Daisuke squirming and wriggling around, she still held on tight. The Bride of Flame would flex her muscles and jerk the prince to an upright position, forcing her chest to mushroom up against his muscular, oiled back.

"S-shut up?! I can escape....this." he continued to try and fight back but found his leg slipping and sliding on the oiled surface. Eriko would pull Daisuke to one side before suddenly jerking him to the other, getting him down on the oiled surface. "Ouuuff!" he cried as oil splattered about upon the impact. Eriko would slither on top of him, pressing her frame against him to make sure he was flat on the mat whilst still keeping a hold of him in the full nelson.

As the prince squirmed underneath his red headed rival, she would pull his upper body upwards whilst she straddled his lower body. Arching his body in a "C" like position in a expertly applied Full-Nelson Clutch submission.

"AARGHHH AHHHH" Daisuke would scream, shaking his head and kicking his legs on the mats. He heard what she had to say, she was truly serious about this. Eriko would keep leaning backwards, really stretching Daisuke until he reached his breaking point. The prince thought about it, this was a marathon and not a sprint since it as first to five submission. It wasn't worth tiring himself out now that he knew she was truly serious about this.

"Nrgh I-I submit!" he declared.

"You sure about that? You look pretty trapped to me." She let out a small laugh while the two transitioned. Eriko's chest dragged up along Daisuke's oil slicked body as she wrenched him backwards, easing herself back to sit her weight down on him. She gave her backside a playful wiggle as she held him firm, displaying impressive strength and control as she reined in his struggling with relative ease from this position.

A picture perfect start to their bout for her, minutes in she had him locked down in an impressive hold. Unless he had tricks up his non-existent sleeves, she was sure this was her point to win, but until then she was going to milk the hold. It seemed both wrestlers were on the same page though, knowing damage now would be so more meaningful as the match went on and the wrestling Prince cried out with a submission. She was slightly surprised he didn't fight her longer or harder with that misplaced pride of his… maybe he had learned something.

The redhead let her arms uncurl from his arms and neck, letting the man beneath her gracelessly cool back down into the oil. Sitting on his back still, she gave his shoulders a light clap with her palms, mockingly giving him a small shoulder rub.

"You're not off to a good start. On the bright side, if we keep up this pace we won't be fighting for too long." She gave his shoulder a small push, using it to slide her backwards along his body and down his legs until she was off him completely, coming to a slow stop. The martial artist gave a small toss of her head, flicking a few red strands of hair from her brow before squaring up, ready to grapple again.

Things certainly did not go the way that Daisuke had planned. Moments into the match and he was already 1-0 down to his former oil wrestling instructor. For all his bravado, he didn't really back it up as Eriko made him submit from the first move she put him in. Daisuke had always been impressed by her ability to lock in complex grapples and submission whilst in the oiled conditions and the Full-Nelson clutch was certainly hard to pull-off in the oiled conditions yet Eriko did it flawlessly.

When the submission came, Eriko would release him and let his body fall to the oily mats. A splash of oil splattered about as Daisuke spat out some oil from his mouth that had slipped into his mouth. He would moan when he felt her soft hands clap his shoulders and then massage them like a pro. Soon, Eriko would push off his shoulders to slide backwards and get off his back and took a grappling stance.

"Tch, damn you" he growled as he pushed up onto his hands and knees before turning around to face her. "W-we aren't done yet Eriko" he would hiss at her before lunging in to grapple up with her in a up close and personal clinch.

Eriko stood her ground this time around, or at least she seemed as though she would save for one small change. The redhead dipped back every so slightly, not enough for a full retreat or even enough to appear as though she had tried to avoid locking up with Daisuke, though the implications of what she did would be immediately apparent to the wrestling Prince. She had made the gap between the. Just slightly large enough that he had been forced to overextend in his lungs for her, putting him at a slight disadvantage when her arms finally reached out to clamp down on his shoulders.

Her glistening muscles flexed as she shoved down at him, trying to push him lower, enough to bring him close enough into her that she could bring one of her arms up and over her head, trying to hook it around his neck with a headlock would holding his other arm at bay. She was quick and decisive, trying to secure him in the hold before bringing one leg up to deliver two snappy knee strikes to his midsection, trying to knock the air out of him. Maybe people tended to forget how strong of a striker the martial artist was given most of her matches tended to involve grappling in oil.

If she managed to land her strikes, she would throw her weight backwards, keeping her opponents head locked under one arm while kicking her legs out wide to try and drag him down on top of her where she could wrap her powerful thighs around his midsection for a crushing scissor hold.