[Oil Match] Astrid Arvidsson (D) vs Daisuke Takeuchi - All bets are off

- Are you worried? - Victoria asked, adjusting her glasses.
- Should I, huh? - the blonde grinned.
- I want to remind you that not only your reputation is at stake, but also your pride, - the manager’s eyes narrowed.
- This is a match. And no matter how it ends. The goal is not always important. But the path is always important, - Astrid straightened her swimsuit, looking in the mirror.
- I still do not fully understand your philosophy... - the Englishwoman admitted, taking a deep breath.

Astrid just smiled. Victoria was a wonderful person, albeit a very peculiar one. She always did her job perfectly and as quickly as possible. Only a week has passed since Daisuke interrupted their training. The Englishwoman prepared the documents in just one day and the management agreed on this match in the shortest possible time. According to Victoria, a significant role in this was played by the conditions that the wrestlers set each other, as well as the fact that this will be the debut match of the Golden Dragon in the Tension unit.

- Well, see you, huh, - said the Norwegian girl with a smile.
- Will we see a real golden dragon today? - Victoria asked, while Astrid raised her left eyebrow. - Okay, forget it was too prosaic... just kick his ass and let him know that no one should mess with my girls, okay?
- You don't have to ask me, huh, - Astrid stepped out of the locker room with those words.

The Norwegian girl headed for the curtains, thinking about the upcoming match. She never liked to look into the souls of other people, her own was enough for her. But Astrid never fought men in professional sports. Street fights and sparring do not count. And now she was thinking about what makes men take such a fight. From the point of view of the girls, everything was more or less clear, some girls just want to prove that they are not weaker than men. But with the men themselves... it's complicated. Do they want to prove their superiority over girls with their fists? Sounds funny. Or is it just a legal way for them to beat a girl? That sounds believable. Now it remains to find out what type Daisuke belongs to. Astrid stopped in front of the curtains and grinned.

- To the last drop... of oil, - she said, changing her signature words and then hitting her left palm with her right fist.

Attire:

Entrance Music:

Her dynamic music began and the girl came out from behind the curtains. As always, the Golden Dragon raised both hands above her head, folding her palms in the manner of the crown. The audience greeted her with applause. Today there was a new audience for her, however, there were enough of those who had already seen her matches or at least heard about her. For the short period that Astrid spent in AFW, she already managed to earn a certain reputation. The reputation of a fighter who always goes forward, no matter what.

The girl began to descend the ramp, not forgetting to demonstrate her bathing suit. She had nothing to hide, she was proud of her body. The muscles did not detract from her beauty, so Astrid enjoyed the enthusiastic looks of her fans. The Norwegian girl looked at the ring and once again lay down and smiled. The anticipation of something new overwhelmed her. The long-haired blonde climbed the ramp and slipped between the ropes. Her feet were immersed in oil and trembling passed through the girl's body. It really looked like chocolate, in which she fought with Natasha. The girl raised her hands in greeting, waving to the audience. And when her music was coming to an end, she hit her left palm with her right fist. With the latest applause, the former MMA fighter greeted the referee and headed for her corner. The girl leaned back on it and put her hands on the ropes.

- Don't make me wait, - she said quietly in anticipation, she has a good feeling about it.

And her wait did not last long. Soon her rival came out from behind the curtains, however, the reaction of the audience was rather mixed. It seems that the Prince's reputation was not a myth. Victoria made sure Astrid knew everything she needed to know about Daisuke and his sister. Two of a Kind. There was nothing more to say. Well, we'll see, we'll see. The long-haired blonde silently watched the approach of her rival. However, as at their first meeting, the guy was the first to start a conversation.

Astrid couldn't help but roll her eyes. Odin... where do they come from? Perhaps there can be no answer to this question. But the lack of an answer does not mean that the Norwegian girl should simply accept this fact. As soon as Daisuke finally finished his bravado, the Golden Dragon replied very briefly and clearly.

- You. Talk. Too. Much.

Her fists were already itching. Yes, of course, in the current situation, she perfectly understood that she would not be able to effectively throw punches and kicks, because there was a great risk that it would play against her. Today she will have to use skills that were not her main strength. It was true that the former MMA fighter is a striker. But who said that if she doesn't use grappling skills then that means she can't do it? She didn't even blink when Daisuke approached her, trying to push the girl with... authority? It's funny.

- It's great that you said that, - Astrid's lips curved into a grin, - remember that when I make you scream in pain.

She usually preferred clashing fists as a greeting, but now she had no choice. So she took her rival's hand. In the end, it was only a match. With very high bets, but still a match. Daisuke looked very impressive, his body was athletic and well toned. Despite the fact that Astrid gave more preference to athletic girls, it was very difficult not to notice. There was no doubt that this match would be difficult. But in case someone missed breaking news, Astrid lives precisely to overcome difficulties, this was her life path.

- Yes, it will be so, - she confirmed.

The Golden Dragon intended to let go of Daisuke's hand and take a step back in order to take up a fighting stance. She didn't clench her fists this time, her palms were only slightly bent. After a few moments, the referee will give a signal. In a few moments the bell will sound. In a few seconds the match will begin and she will prove that she is the best wrestler in this ring.

She thought that the guy would never shut up, however, this time Daisuke managed to surprise her. The handshake was tense, but the long-haired blonde did not expect anything else, so she responded to her opponent with no less strong grip than he had. The exchange of greetings ended and they both took a few steps back, taking up fighting stances. The Golden Dragon nodded as the referee asked about the wrestlers' readiness. She took a deep breath and concentrated.

Ding-Ding-Ding.

The spectators shouted, welcoming the start of the match. And it looks like Daisuke was not one of those who preferred to slow things down. Almost immediately, the guy began to approach the Golden Dragon, while the girl was moving in sync with his movements, she was not going to give the Prince the opportunity to attack from the open side. Astrid moved slowly, she still needs to get used to the fact that under her feet is not a hard surface, but liquid oil. As much as she wanted to rush forward in order to smash that face in front of her, she should have kept herself in control and not rushed.

And the first rush was made by Daisuke, reaching for the shoulders of the long-haired blonde. Well, the Golden Dragon was intent on joining this game! Astrid responded in the same way and grabbed the elbow and the back of her opponent's head! The girl felt pressure from the guy, he was really in excellent shape! And yet she strained the muscles of her arms in order to maintain her position and respond to him with worthy resistance!

"Slippery..." - she thought.

Indeed, if it was only a wrestling, then everything would be easier. But the oil underfoot made every move dangerous. Astrid had no desire to slip down and miss the opportunity. But she was honest with herself, the oil that covered her feet had a very interesting effect on her. She wanted to try something new and she saw no reason to refuse it.

The Norwegian girl was going to use her palm to raise the Prince's elbow higher and thus open one side of his torso. Then she would be able to approach him, grasping his torso with one hand. However, if Daisuke hopes that this close contact will be pleasant for him, then he is wrong! Because Astrid was about to put her foot behind the Prince's and then press down on him with her voluminous breasts! If this plan were successful, then the Prince would have to fall on his back, and Astrid would only increase his fall, crushing him with her body from above!

The long-haired blonde did not doubt her own physical strength, however, feeling sufficient persistence on the part of her rival, she decided to act differently. She knew not to waste endurance on empty confrontation, because in the end it can lead to the fact that she will lose all her energy without achieving results. Therefore, she acted quickly and therefore she pushed Daisuke down, pressing him against the oily surface. Splashes of oil scattered in all directions, several drops have already hit the girl's face and hair, not to mention other parts of her body. Thinking about it from a slightly different angle, the oil-covered man and womanlooked quite provocative. However, this did not bother the Norwegian girl at all.

Pressing Daisuke to the mat, Astrid felt the guy wriggle, trying to crawl out from under her. However, this was too presumptuous as she was not going to let him escape so easily! The Golden Dragon intended to grab the Prince's wrists and press his hands against the mat! The girl clicked her tongue in displeasure when she heard the words of her rival.

- The fact that I'm smarter doesn't make it unfair, - she would tell him back.

Nobody said that she was obliged to enter into direct confrontation. If the outcome of any match was decided only by pure physical strength, then everything would be much easier. A true fighter always acts smart. By the way about this. If the girl had no problem pressing Daisuke's hands to the mat, then she would try to wrap her legs around the guy's legs! Considering that she was not a little girl, if she succeeded, then she would definitely deprive the Japanese guy of the opportunity to move freely, because it was a grapevine pin!

Surely the referee would not get the job now, since Astrid was sure that Daisuke would not allow her to completely press his shoulder blades to the mat, but she did not count on it. It wasn't about sexual preference, but Astrid wasn't about to shift at this point. Why? Because if she managed to restrict Daisuke's movements, then she would push her voluminous breasts forward in order to press them against the Prince's face! Will he enjoy it? No doubt. But besides the pleasure, he will also receive an almost complete lack of oxygen and for Astrid this was much more important!

- Enjoy, - she would say in a slightly caustic but somewhat sexy voice.

Well, that was to be expected, although Astrid hoped it would happen a little later. Daisuke began to resist almost immediately after the long-haired blonde gave him a combination of pleasure and suffocation. The Norwegian girl's lips twisted into a smile as she heard the guy moan between her generous breasts. There really was some truth in the fact that many would be willing to die in order to find themselves in such a position. In addition, Astrid considered herself a rather unapproachable girl. She only had a weakness for strong women and men.

And it's worth noting that the Prince lived up to her expectations to some extent. Realizing that if he didn't do anything, the match would end for him almost before starting, the guy was able to use his hands to overcome Astrid's grip. She was confident that in a pure competition of strength, she could defeat him, but because of her position, she could not push his arms too effectively. Therefore, soon the hands of the Japanese man rested on her shoulders, and due to the fact that Daisuke squirmed too much, Astrid lost her balance and slipped off him, plunging into oil.

“Gods… what a strange feeling…” she thought, feeling the oil envelop her body.

However, if someone thought that she will just lying and thinking about the oil on her body, then it was a big mistake. The Golden Dragon knew that she had gained the advantage and that her opponent would need a few moments to take a normal breath and regain strength. And so she was not going to give him that time.

Astrid intended to roll onto her right side and lift herself up with her right hand. She knew that oil would likely reduce the effect of this movement, but she believed in one simple truth. A kick to the head is a kick to the head. And right now, the Golden Dragon was about to send her bent left leg right into Daisuke's head! And, of course, she would not forget to straighten that leg at the very end in order to maximize this round kick from the ground!

Yes, indeed, today she was very limited in her possibilities due to the fact that it was difficult to use punches and kicks in oil. However, she had every right to use any opportunity she saw! And right now, she saw an opportunity to stun the Prince with that unexpected kick!