Graceful oil wrestling match (For Iron Soldier)

How do I get myself into these things...

It was a rhetorical question, of course. She knew exactly how she got into this particular, unsanctioned mess. She just had to prove Daisuke wrong, shut him up, and since he insisted this be an oil wrestling match, of all things, she'd take the opportunity to be as distracting, and more importantly, as slippery and hard to get ahold of, as humanly possible. At least he'd contacted her on a slow work day. She only had on promo to record and had gotten that out of the way early.

Checking over her attire one last time, Grace slipped into a big fluffy bathrobe that concealed everything, put on some flip flops and made her way to the agreed upon meeting spot, right where Daisuke's text said to be. Thankfully she didn't run into anyone in the corridors. She didn't feel like explaining how she got talked into this.

Finally she rounded the corner and stepped into the hall, announcing her presence. "I'm here, your Majesty. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long, oh lord of all pro wrestling. You know how lazy we lowly peasants are."

Grace gripped the edges of her bathrobe and managed an admirable mock courtesy. "Forgive me, your majesty. I didn't want to just go walking around dressed as I am. My body is only for your royal eyes to look upon, after all." Apparently, this was going to be Grace Allen's newest hobby, needling Daisuke. No doubt if she happened to win the coming battle, it was bound to get worse.

She followed him to the private room, allowing the so called wrestling Prince to lead the way, assuming that his gym bag was full of oil and wondering, not for the first time, how in the hell she'd gotten into this in the first place. Probably the same reason why Daisuke suggested it in the first place... stubborn pride. He wouldn't accept his prior loss and she wanted to prove it wasn't a fluke. If that meant tangling, one on one, so be it.

Only once they were in the private room did she actually shrug out of that fluffy bathrobe, and what she wore beneath left decidedly little to the imagination. Grace wore a thong bikini of black with pink highlights that matched the colors of her usual ring gear, showing off the lush figure her usual wrestling attire only hinted at. She'd taken the time to actually look up this oil wrestling business online and this, to her great annoyance, was generally the time of thing women wore. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and gave him a look that just dared Daisuke to make a smart assed comment about it.

Grace's rich, dark complexion was quite good at hiding a blush, and she was glad for that as she felt her face flush at the underdressed comment. She did feel a bit drafty... but female oil wrestlers did tend to dress more scantily. Was that because less fabric meant less handhold for the opponent to grab or was it all just for the sake of eye candy?

What I wouldn't give for my ring and my pro gear.

She sighed as Daisuke stepped up to her and gave his usual "I'm better then you" speech. She grinned, meeting his mind games with her own.

"Quick question, your Majesty. After I make you submit, knock you out and leave you lying here covered in oil, what kind of match are you going to propose next? Mud wrestling? Chocolate syrup wrestling? Oh! Exploding Ring Death Match? One of these will give you the advantage you need, your worship, I'm sure of it. "

Grace frowned skeptically at him, clearly in no particular hurry to comply. Not that oiling up an admittedly impressive physique was the worst thing in the world, Daisuke made for good eye candy if nothing else. No, she hesitated because he just *had* to turn everything into a matter of her serving him like some feudal peasant. Oh well, she'd played along with him for this long, but he'd better not demand she humbly ask him for the privilege of being oiled in return...

"As you wish, my lord..." Grace Allen responded, trying to force every ounce of insincerity she could into the words. She grabbed one of the bottles of oil the Wrestling Prince had been so good to provide, and applied a generous amount to her palm.

"Well, you know, your Majesty..." She places both oil slicked hands on either side of his neck. Then, after a heroic effort resisting the urge to strangle her rival, she worked her dark fingers downward, leaving a trail of oil from neck to shoulders, and then around the length of his collar bone. She paused for more oil before working her palms over his pectoral muscles in small circles. "Just beating me once would only make us even. You can't just declare yourself superior when the score is one and one."

Grace blinked in surprise when Daisuke gently brushed a few strands of dark hair from her face. The gesture was almost tender, friendly.

And then he spoke and she could only roll her eyes in mingled amusement and exasperation. "Uh huh, that's right your Majesty. Of course, there's always the chance I beat you twice in a row and you finally conceded that I'm the better wrestler. Just a thought." She said as she oiled his abdominal s, sliding her hands around to get the small of his back as well.

She paused long enough to grab the second bottle of oil and poured some into her palm. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to acknowledge that I won the last match fairly. That should at least elevate me to the level of Wrestling Princess." She grinned at him and winked, "And after I beat you again, I'll be the Queen, and you can refer to me by title."

She knelt down to apply the oil to his legs, hands working their way down the toned muscles of his thighs, unaware of the fact that her rather insubstantial bikini top offered a beautiful view of her cleavage from that angle. "And before you even open your mouth, No this doesn't count as kneeling before you."