Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Eriko Sakai

Already one fall down, Daisuke was starting to get a bit more anxious to get one back for himself. He didn't want his former oil wrestling instructor to get the idea that he hadn't improved at all from their first match. However, the difference from last time to this one is that the previous one was a spar whereas this one was a wrestling challenge laid down by himself. After the restart, Daisuke was more adventurous this time and went for the lock up right away looking to clinch up with Eriko. However, the red head this time leaned back to avoid being grappled and would instead use Daisuke's position to wrap her arms around his head in a headlock.

"Tch?! L-let go....gah" he growled in frustration, his hands slapping at her shoulders and waist as he tried to push her away and slip his head free in the process. However, when she wrapped those lovely legs around his waist for a scissor it was too late to simply shove her away. Eriko would take it one step further when she dropped down on her back, pulling Daisuke on top of her.

"AHHHH" Daisuke screamed in pain, trapped in a dual submission hold. His face was pressed against the oily floor as he wriggled about on top of her. The prince brought his hands towards his opponent's mouth at first, looking to cup his hands around her mouth and nose for a hand smother for a brief moment before giving that up and instead pressed his palms against the oiled mats and pushed up just a bit so that Eriko was lifted upwards. With that, the prince attempted to wrap his arms around her body and squeeze her back in a grounded bearhug.

"AHHHH! Do you....Argh...s-submit?!" he asked whilst in pain himself.

"Now why would I do that?" In commanding fashion Eriko had coiled Daisuke up once again. Flexing a toned arm around his head, tugging at his neck as she squeezed him like a melon. That was nothing though compared to her thick glistening thighs wrapped around his midsection. There was no playful mercy here like there had been in their previous spar. This pressure was immediate and crippling.

She turned her head from side to side, avoiding the pawing hands of her adversary that was trying to suffocate her. It took all her willpower not to just give his fingers for trying something so dirty on her but thankfully he surrendered that idea before she had been tempted further.

She clung to his body tightly, even as she was lifted slightly out of the oil. With a hard crank she worked his head, trying to shake his balance and bring them back to the mat. The sudden wrap of his arms around her in an attempted bearhug was an interesting choice in desperation, but he would find she was far too resilient to give in to that while she still had the upper hand.

The redhead gave a small grunt as his biceps tightened around her toned form, returning his offensive push with crushing hid body even harder between her legs. "Nnng. Not even close. I can keep this up all day." she arched her back, using her grip on both ends of Daisuke to stretch him out while squeezing.

That was a good question, why would Eriko simply let him go at his request. Especially when she was in such a dominant position. Daisuke had no authority over her, no matter how hard he wanted to play the role of 'wrestling prince' in the end what would matter is how good of a wrestler one is. With Eriko down on her back and Daisuke on top of her albeit trapped in a compromising body scissor and headlock submission combo, there was little room for the prince to negotiate his escape...until that is, his own plan kicked into motion.

The prince wrapped his arms around Eriko's waist and began to squeeze her in retaliation, trying to engage in a submission trade off. He flexed his biceps and squeezed with all his might and even began to pull her up onto his lap and sat up on his knees himself. Despite all his efforts, she continued to squeeze her toned legs and arms around him.

"Nrgh so can....I....Nrgh...AHHHH" he yelled when Eriko seemed to increase the pressure even more. Their oiled frames would rub against each other suggestively, the scent of her strawberry scented perfume filled his nostrils due to their proximity. Daisuke panted heavily, he was starting to sweat more and more too.

In the end, he knew she was in a far better position than he was. "Arrghh! O-okay, okay...I-I submit" he admitted, releasing the bearhug and started to tap her bare back. With that submission, Daisuke was already down 0-2.

There was nothing more for Eriko to do here besides wait. She had position, she had power, and the commitment to hold out or as long as possible. Her oil sounded body shimmered with every flexing curve of her body to the point oil was bubbling up from between their tightly compressed bodies. Daisuke was at his limit, he had to be. She had clamped down on him so hard and wrenched him back to the point his tense body was shaking.

When he released his hearing on her she grinned, giving her holds one more tight squeeze just before she felt his hand tapping her on the back. She held him there a few years past his physical submission, waiting for him to verbally choke out a surrender before finally unwinding her limbs from around him. She laid back in the oil, tucking her legs in to give Daisuke a rough shove away from her into the oil.

"I think I am almost warmed up." The redhead mused as she sat herself up. She pulled her legs in to sit crosslessed, grinning. Casually she ran her palm through the oil, gathering up a fuller handful to bring up over her body. She smeared it across her collar, letting the excess trickling down around her breasts before rubbing it in over her chest. Slathering oil over her body again over a few cat calls from the audience she made sure to keep an eye on her opponent the whole time. Once she was done, Eriko pushed herself back up onto her knees and readied herself to grapple again. "Any requests for how you want me to twist you up next?"

As much as Daisuke wanted to hold onto his grip, it was truly a mismatch. Sure, he could have held on and squeezed her which in return would have made her increase the pressure even more. However, her legs seemed to be causing a lot more discomfort than his arms and not to mention her own arms were doing work around his head. After a bit of struggling and back forth squeeze-offs, in the end the prince had no choice but to relent and submit. His submission was followed up by one last squeeze which made him tap her back once again just in case she missed it and finally had to verbally submit in order for he to release her and shoving him back into the oil.

"Urgh, you bitch" he groaned, slithering on his back on the oil while nursing his neck and abdomen area. Eriko would casually sit up in a crosslessed position and grin at the prince who was struggling to recover. She would begin the process of oiling up once more, coating her self in the oil before rising up on her knees. Daisuke was panting and in need of a break but Eriko was ready to go.

"Hah...hah....how about something that doesn't involve your legs" he growled back at her. Daisuke would soon rise up to a seated position before shifting onto his knees to match Eriko, raising his arms towards her and carefully approaching whilst on his knees. The prince would attempt to clinch up with his opponent, pressing his bare chest and his forehead against hers in a tight clinch.

"Its not over yet! I'm going to find a way to beat you in your own game, dammit" he hissed.

"No legs? What's the matter, scared?" Eriko flashed a smile, giving her thighs a hard clap to show just how solid they were. Her lower body was almost certainly her strongest asset, kicks hard enough to knock people into next week. Daisuke had already been in their crushing grip, he knew just how dangerous getting trapped between them would be. Still. She had answered the question not expecting an answer but since he had she would humor him.

"No legs… for this next submission. After that I am back to full force so take your best shot now." The redhead gave the wrestling prince a charming little wink. With a hand outstretched she gestured with two fingers for him to bring it on, sticking her tongue out at him as well. When he moved in, she kicked a leg back behind her to slide her forward through the oil to meet him. Arms up, she locked herself in, thrusting her slicked body up against him. Her breasts mushroomed against his chest, muscles flaring as she wrestled for control.

Holding him at bay as they fought, she craned her neck to lean in close, blowing into Daisuke's ear with a hot breath. "Mm... Guess what?"

If he found himself distracted, she would give their bodies a hard twist, attempting to give the wrestling prince a hard hip throw down into the oil. If she got him down, what came next was simple. Throwing her legs over him to straddle at the waist, trying to pin his arms to the mat using her leverage. True to her word she wouldn't try to squeeze her thighs in around him, instead she was trying to position herself to smother him between her breasts.

The wrestling prince would roll his eyes at that, its not that he was scared of Eriko's leg strength it was just that he would...rather not have her use them against him. Her leg strength was surely troubling the prince the most, having submitting to them quite a lot. Daisuke wasn't quite sure whether she would grant him that request or not, considering her legs were very much her most strongest asset.

"Not scared, just want to see what you can do without the use of your legs" he retorted back to her. "Deal" he agreed with her quickly, he would take even one round without the use of her legs. This is the round that he surely had to win, he certainly thought the advantage was with him this time.

The two locked up in a up-close and personal clinch. Locked up and grinding against each other in the grapple until Eriko would lean forward and bring her lips close to his lips, whispering in his ear that sent shivers down his spine. Before he could respond, she would use the distraction to quickly toss the prince down onto his back and quickly mount him. After throwing him down, Eriko would straddle his waist and press her thighs against his waist but not enough to call it a squeeze. Next, she would pin his arms down against the oiled canvas which would cause a battle of its own, their arms slipping and sliding against each other and the floor.

"Urgh! NO....I can't lo-...Mmmmmmfff?!" Daisuke's voice became muffled when her freshly oiled breasts would smother his face. The prince would buck up into Eriko as hard and wildly as he could, trying to force her off. The scent of strawberries once again filled in his nostrils, forced to take in nothing but her scent. Daisuke was now once more forced to fight out of a bad spot but he valiantly continued to push up and wriggle the best he could.

Eriko twisted with Daisuke's struggles, throwing her weight down on his arms to quickly and forcefully sniff out signs of resistance as he fought her in a fruitless battle for control. Even she. He managed to slip free, her hands snapped to grab hold of him again in an instant, seemingly ready to react for when the oil aided his escape. It was only a matter of time before she had asserted herself to the point of dominance. Looking over Daisuke, she sounded down at him, oil dripping from her body to speckle his face.

"Tsk tsk tsk… you weren't this sloppy the last time we wrestled." The Bride of Flames hummed pleasantly as she slowly lowered herself down on top of him until her breasts rested lightly on his face. She shifted from side to side, working his face down into her cleavage until she had him nicely sandwich between her breasts. From there she leaned her weight down on him, getting comfortable torture long haul. This would take a bit. When he squirmed and thrashed she moved with him, riding his body like a rancher breaking a horse. "Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you."

If Daisuke was not careful this match was surely going to be out of his hand. Not only that but it would be a landslide victory and an utter embarrassment for the wrestling prince who had requested or rather demanded this type of match against Eriko after claiming he had improved in oil wrestling. Eriko had him pinned down and mounted, she pressed her body against his and kept him down with her breasts mushing into his face to cut off his breath.

Daisuke did his best to struggle, wildly bucking up into her with his arms fighting against hers. He used the oil to his advantage and managed to slip his arms free from her grip and for a brief period even managed to escape the smother. Eriko was quick to react, her arms grabbing him to hold him down while her body shifted from side to side to ride his struggles.

"Mmmrhgh?! Cantmreathemmf....Urgmh..*cough*" he moaned under her. Eriko's breasts were snugly pressed against her face with her body thumping down on him to keep him pinned. Her body and the oil was suffocating and Daisuke had to do something fast. The prince's arms would move up to her hair, gently caressing them as he thought to grab a hold and yank but remembered her warning and though against it. Instead, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled on them looking to get some separation between himself and Eriko.

Eriko's grip clamped down a bit harder when she felt Daisuke's fingers brush along her braid, waiting to make his life a living hell should he try pulling on her hair. She had made it very clear to him even before this match had begun that she wouldn't have any mercy should be try those same dirty tricks again. Thankfully for him, he seemingly decided against it and his hands ventured elsewhere.

When he grasped at her shoulders she gave a hard shrug, using the oil to slip his hands. When he floundered and tried again, she actually allowed him to grab hold, curious of what he would do. There was the estimate pull of him trying to remove her. With her leverage though and his position, it seemed unlikely to work… until she purposely eased up and slowly was being pulled off him, just enough to allow him to breath.

"What do you think you are doing, hm?" It was short lived however as she leaned back in, slowly overpowering again until her breasts rested just on top of his face. She gave her upper body a twist from side to side, her boobs slapping wetly against his cheeks. The playful teasing didn't last long before she tried to push herself back down on top of him. This time she hoisted her backside up into the air before thrusting her hips down hard into his stomach, trying to knock the wind out of him. "Stay right where you belong."