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

“Of course, one moment, huh,” the woman chuckled at her opponent's words.

But she fulfilled her promise, leaning back and arching in her back, she let go of Daisuke's waist, sending his body straight into the corner with the help of the german suplex. The shouting of the Japanese guy mixed with the squelching sound of oil and screaming spectators. The Norwegian woman brushed the excess oil from her face and rolled over, wanting to get to her feet as quickly as possible and see the results of her efforts.

And it should be said that she was not disappointed. The relaxed Daisuke was now in a strange position, somewhere between a sitting and lying position, as his head was on the bottom turnbuckle. The long-haired blonde chuckled under her breath, feeling her hands ache. Even though she was used to working with a lot of weight, this guy was still heavier than the usual rivals of the Golden Dragon, because of this, she had to spend significantly more energy, however, she was sure that it was worth it.

Taking a step forward, the Norwegian woman was about to bend down in order to grab the Japanese guy's ankles. In another situation, she would gladly use one of her favorite moves, spinning him and throwing him back into the corner. However, she realized that it would be almost impossible to do because of the oil under her feet. Powerful throws today were a luxury for her that she could not always afford. Yet that didn't mean she was out of ideas.

Astrid was about to take a few steps back, dragging Daisuke away from the corner, she didn't want the ropes to prevent her from hearing the guy's painful screams. Because if she hadn't had a problem with it, she would have let go of the brunet's left ankle, while continuing to hold his another leg.

“Feel free to proclaim your submission to me, huh,” she would say sarcastically.

The long-haired blonde was about to lift her right leg and take a step to move it over the grabbed leg of Daisuke. Spinning around on her own axis, she would bend the Prince's leg into the number four. With a bold smile, there were only two things to do. She was determined to fall on her own back! Indeed, Astrid was not joking, because how can you call it a joke that she intended to use her right leg in order to lock Daisuke's grabbed leg in a painful figure-four leglock?

She had no doubt that the oil would not allow her to carry it through to the end; it would be much easier to slip out of the hold thanks to the oil. However, she was also confident that this time would be enough for her opponent not only to think about his behavior, but also so that his muscles and joints received enough damage!

She got him. Astrid saw this the moment Daisuke finally realised what he was about to face. The Norwegian woman did not consider herself a great connoisseur of submission holds, as her style was predominantly based on strikes and throws. However, given the circumstances, the long-haired blonde was going to use whatever she could. Strikes and throws were a luxury today, so she understood that she needed to be as close to her opponent as possible in order to constantly keep him under control and force him to spend strength.

The moment the Golden Dragon closed the submission hold, the Japanese guy screamed in agony, first taking a sitting position and then lowering his back to the mat again. The blonde knew perfectly well that such pressure on his joints would not be a holiday. However, it was necessary.

Even now, she tried to take it as a regular match. Still, Astrid couldn’t deny that things didn’t go the way she wanted. Having met the Prince at the gym, she already realized that most of what was said about his ego was true. But she had the hope that during the match she would be able to see the other side of him. Astrid never judged a person in advance, preferring to find out everything during the match. But today the match was just a confirmation of her first impression.

Daisuke's refusal to submit was understandable. However, Astrid hoped that she would have more time before he began to resist. Here she gave a blunder, because almost immediately the Japanese guy again took a sitting position. And he not only started jerking his legs, trying to break the hold, but in addition to that, the Prince began to beat Astrid's hips. It was clear that his face was contorted with pain, but still he found the strength to start resisting.

“Ppppshhhhh…” Astrid hissed involuntarily, feeling strikes on her thighs.

Oil was not a good helper here, the Norwegian woman was not stupid and understood that if everything continued like this, she would have to free her rival. But before that would happened, she was going to make the most of it. She placed her palms on the mat, taking a deep breath.

The Golden Dragon strained her arms and lifted her body above the mat, increasing the pressure on the Prince's joints. She counted on the fact that under the influence of the new pain, he would no longer be able to hit her hips, at least for a while. And she needed this time because she knew that every second makes him waste energy. Since this match had already shown that most of the time was devoted to close contact, the long-haired blonde knew that a lot depended on endurance. And if she can now get the Japanese guy to spend a little more energy, then she will definitely increase her chances of success.

Astrid, of course, suspected that without resistance, her rival will not surrender so easily. That is why she was willing to prevent it. The long-haired blonde lifted herself off the mat, putting pressure on Daisuke's muscles and joints. If the situation was less tense, she probably would have grinned, because with the pressure of pain, the Japanese guy stopped hitting the legs of the Golden Dragon, leaning back again.

The descendant of the great Vikings felt that her grip was weakening. No matter how you look at it, oil was not a good helper here. She knew that soon she would have to do something about this, but for now Astrid was enjoying the way her opponent writhed in pain, waving his arms. If there was anything the Golden Dragon loved, it was putting people in their place. The Prince boasted loudly enough, standing in front of her in the gym. And now his screams and moans were like a pleasant melody for her.

Every second strengthening the position of Astrid and she intended to take the maximum benefit here, because her ultimate goal has not changed. If the Prince wil try again to start hitting her thighs, she will find something to answer him. However, this time the Japanese guy decided to change his tactics a little. Astrid didn’t take into account that by lifting her body above the mat, she became less stable. This is exactly what Daisuke took advantage of, suddenly jerking to the side and flipping them both onto their bellies.

"Shhhhhhh..." spontaneously escaped from her mouth.

It looks like the brunet still managed to find a way to resist this submission hold. If Astrid had been more stable, perhaps she would not have let him turn them over. It didn't matter now, however, as her hold had turned against her and her muscles and joints were now threatened. The Norwegian woman clenched her jaw, trying to suppress the painful impulses.

The first thought that brought her up was that she should try to turn them over again. However, experience and intuition told her that nothing good would come of it, because there is a high probability that Daisuke's legs would simply slip out of the hold and she would simply waste her strength. She was not one of those who wasted energy just like that, and if this hold in any case is broken, then it is better to do it right away.

Taking her one deep breath, the Golden Dragon jerked to the side, while spreading her legs for the oil to finally do its job, separating their legs. If she succeeded, then she would have rolled to the side several times in order to avoid the possibility of another dastardly blow from Daisuke. Although, given the time she had held him in the hold, now his speed should have slowed down noticeably. Soon she will have the opportunity to test this theory, but for now she was about to get to her feet, watching the Japanese guy intently.

Astrid tried to catch her breath as soon as possible. She realized that she was beginning to get tired. Even though she had time to get used to the new environment for her, the oil took up much more energy than she originally expected. The Golden Dragon is used to the fact that her movements always carry with them maximum efficiency, but due to the thick slimy mass enveloping her body and the body of her rival, the blonde had to spend much more energy in order her movements to remain effective enough.

However, given that the descendant of the great Vikings did quite well, she hoped that gradually, but her advantage was growing. Even though her submission hold was broken, the woman was sure that now Daisuke would have big problems getting to his feet. The Golden Dragon knew that figure four had significant consequences. Muscles and joints after this hold will take some time to return to a more or less normal state.

But Astrid was surprised. The Japanese guy kept up with her and began to rise to his feet almost simultaneously with the blonde. Or he was much tighter than she thought. Or the Prince was very adept at hiding the damage. And this time the Golden Dragon could not place a bet on this or that option, there was not enough information. The only conclusion she could draw was that she needed to put in even more effort. Well, then...

The Norwegian woman's eyebrows rose for an instant, and then a cocky smile appeared on her face. She liked Daisuke's words. It was very difficult to know if this banal overconfidence was, if it was a real desire for a challenge, or if it was part of some kind of plan. It didn't really matter to Astrid. The mere word "challenge" was enough for her. The long-haired blonde straightened to her full height, continuing to look the Japanese guy in the eyes.

"Glad to hear that because my warm-up isn't even finished yet! The challenge is accepted," she said, rising her hands, "bring it on, Daisuke!"

The descendant of the great Vikings never turned down a challenge, no matter the circumstances. And if Daisuke's desire to meet in confrontation was at least partially sincere, then the Golden Dragon was intent on entering into this confrontation with a flaming heart. Each had their own reasons for entering the ring. And Astrid never hid her own reasons. She was here for a good challenge. She was here to make history and prove that she is the strongest fighter this ring has seen.

And right now, she had no reason to back down. Even if the Prince really had a lot of energy and everything that happened before was just a warm-up, then she was only glad. Because in that case, the Golden Dragon was going to show everything she had, especially her thirst for real fight! She was going to meet her opponent, preparing to join their palms in order to show him who the real wrestler is!

Refuse the challenge? Never. Astrid lived for the sake of going forward, overcoming any obstacles on the way. Each person, in one way or another, pursues his own goals. And for she was no exception. The Norwegian woman had great respect for her homeland and her ancestors. Of course, her world did not revolve only around this, but she wanted to prove that she is a worthy descendant of the great Vikings. And when the day comes, she intends to sit down at the table with other warriors of the past and tell them the story of her life, filled with worthy victories. This woman was going to write her name in history. Therefore, she had no moral right to refuse to enter the test of strength.

Without a shadow of a doubt, the long-haired blonde approached her rival and their palms joined. If there were no slippery oil underfoot, then all this would be much easier. But now Astrid had to take care not only of holding back the onslaught of the Japanese guy, but also of not losing her balance. She had to balance between these two extremes and so far she has been making progress. It wasn't easy though.

The brunet was very active in trying to overcome the Golden Dragon in this competition of strength. Astrid puffed and gasped, flexing her muscles and moving her arms to the beat of Daisuke's hands, trying to prevent the Japanese guy from taking the lead. Well, it was hard to deny, he was quite strong. But that didn't mean Astrid was going to just accept it. Pressing her forehead into the brunet's forehead, the Norwegian woman was determined to wear him down and end it all. While the bowls were in balance so far, at least Astrid was not ready to say that the advantage was on her side.

However, the situation began to change. It seems that the Prince has decided to make the most of his capabilities. Astrid had to clench her jaw as her rival pressed against her voluminous breasts, increasing the pressure. But this was not the biggest problem, because the brunet had a strong effect on the blonde's wrists, gradually weakening her. Astrid's hands began to slide downward. She tried to resist, but so far it looked like the advantage had shifted towards the Japanese guy. But, the most amazing thing was that for the first time since their meeting, she heard something from him besides narcissism.

“Agree,” Astrid puffed through clenched teeth, giving her opponent a courtesy in return.

Her hands dropped lower and lower. And she knew perfectly well that if everything continued like this, then she would no longer be able to regain her advantage. Although the Japanese guy mentioned at the beginning of the match that it would not be about male and female, now it was all about that. Nature has made a woman a priori weaker than a man. This was partly the reason Astrid chose the warrior path. Her father never thought she would be a worthy fighter. Well, she had already managed to prove to him how wrong he was. And now it's time to show that she is not just a beautiful blonde who enters the ring to show off her ass and tits.

Taking a deep breath, Astrid strained her arms. Her heart began to beat faster, she felt a fire in her chest, this fire was supposed to lead her to victory. The dragon tattoo on her left arm seemed to come to life. And now everyone could see the results of her daily training. Veins bulging in her biceps due to tension, showing in all its glory the excellent athletic shape of the Norwegian woman. First, she was going to stop Daisuke's onslaught, and only then move forward, pressing her forehead into the forehead of the Japanese guy even more. By directing the force to the wrists, she was going to level them first, and then do the same as Daisuke did, pushing his own wrists. At this moment, she was going to look into the eyes of her rival, she wanted to see how he would feel at this moment.

Because she was not going to stop, she was going to use her firepower to give Daisuke his own method. The Golden Dragon was going to bring his hands down to his sides, because in this way she would surely be able to restrain his movements. She only needed one second to take advantage of it. But first she need to earn this second. And the descendant of the great Vikings was determined to do this, overcoming the strength of her rival!