Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Eriko Sakai

He wasn't quite sure how to deal with a woman like Eriko. Just when he thought had come to grips with the whole oil wrestling scene, Eriko would show her true colours on just how good she was in the art of oil wrestling. The grip of her arms and legs tightened suddenly when he was playing with the idea of using her hair against her. That quickly escaped his mind and he would instead go for her bare shoulders. Grabbing onto them he began to buck his hips into hers and started to tug back on his shoulders, trying to push her away.

At first it didn't seem to work and he was about to give up on that idea and until she would rise up herself, just a bit, enough for him to breathe. "Hah...Hah...I-I won't lose, I'm going to make you submit at least once" he said. His face was drenched in oil and sweat, slightly red from all the struggling to breathe part. Before he could push her off completely, Eriko wrestled him down once more and began to sway her body from left to right, causing her boobs to slap his face in a rather humiliating fashion.

It was only a tease and soon she pressed down on him, thumping her hips onto his belly to knock the wind out of him before once more pressing her bare breasts on his face. Daisuke was forced to once more struggle in the smother, his arms and legs flailing about under Eriko. It was an exhausting task to undertake but Daisuke was still willing to wrestle on. His arms would wrap around her waist, giving her a firm squeeze as he tried to jerk her to the side and perhaps even roll her over to end up on top. Still, with the smother sapping his breath and strength away it wasn't an easy thing to ask for.

"MMMMMFFF!" he continued to mumble.

The both the knew where this was heading as she lowered herself down on top of him, her playful slapping of his face with her breasts had just been a bit of personal satisfaction in asserting her dominance in this situation. Once she had firmly buried his features among her bountiful bosom, his face had practically been sealed. She watched his frantic struggled with an amused giggle, giving her head a small shake at the almost amateurish waste of energy. She made sure to punish it with a few thrusts, battering his abdomen with her hips. Her legs stretched out, coiling around Daisuke's to stretch them out in a grapevine to keep him steady as she smothered him out.

It was a small surprise when he actually changed up his tactics. She had fully expected him to flail until passing out but instead he rocked the both of them in an attempt to roll them over. Rather than fight the motion though, she went over easily onto her back, sinking into the oil with a small splash. She kept her legs spread, locking down Daisuke's lower body while wrapping her arms around his head. Her biceps force as she held on firmly, keeping the man's face trapped between her breasts even after he had seized the superior position on her. She seemed content to remain like this and continue the smother despite the change with who was on top.

"Enjoy it for now. This is the only time I will let you come out on top." Adding insult to injury she arched her back to grind herself up against his face. Save for Drink's soft features, her body and strength might as well have been made of stone. She was locked in with a genuinely powerful form, seemingly impossible to break. "I haven't even had time to think about how I want to beat you next and you'll be submitting to me again… some people probably pay money to be embarrassed this thoroughly. Maybe I should look into that in the future. What do you think?"

In hindsight, Daisuke was nowhere near ready to face a challenge such as Eriko just yet. What was worse, the first to five submission was a condition that was working well against him. He had thought maybe this would work in his favour, that he could out-last her and get a couple of submissions here and there but it was all Eriko from the start of the match.

Once more, he found himself down on his back with the seasoned oiled wrestler on top of him. There was only one result and everyone expected it. She would lower her oiled, perky breasts over his face while her legs would grapevine him to keep him pinned. His mouth and nose pinched shut and once again he was subjected to one of his most hated submission moves.

To his credit, he fought and bucked against it until he rolled the two over. Figuring it would be enough to break free but Eriko would transition the grapevine into a body scissor while her arms wrapped around his head to pull him in deeper while her back arched up to force her chest into his face.

"MMMFFFF! NO-MMFFMMMF THIS CANMMFFH BEMMMFFFF I SUBMIT I SUBMIT STOP" he pleaded, tapping the oiled canvas violently.

The scoreboard on the big screen now showing Eriko: 3 Daisuke: 0

No sooner has she begun to really push the simple hold than she heard Daisuke yelling. She brought her arms in a bit tighter, squeezing her biceps in against her breasts to close them in even further until his pleads were little more than muffled vibrations against her skin. She was prepared to maintain the hold until he passed out if needed but soon she held him slapping the oil. She glanced over to his frantic palm as it clapped the ground, a clear sign of surrender. The redhead made a soft thoughtful sound before releasing him, grasping at his should to flop him roughly off of her to the side.

Eriko sat up slightly, tucking her elbows down behind her in the oil to prop herself up. With a twist of her body she slid sideways in a semi circle to put her legs towards the wrestling prince. She kicked her long legs out to bring them down on top of his chest lightly, crossing one over the other as she used him as a footrest. She had a wide grin painted on her face, not even breathing hard from all the exertion thus far in the match. If there was any doubt things were going poorly for Daisuke, this was almost the nail in the coffin.

"Only two more left to go. If you had any secret moves, you'd better start whipping them out." She pulled her feet across his chest to rest the soles along side the side of his body. With a light shove, she tried to push him away from her, sliding them both in opposite directions. Once she had distance, she rose up onto her knees to return to the ready position. "Given any thoughts into what your defeat speech is going to sound like?"

Having no answer to her breast smother yet again, this time things were far worse because Eriko had her arms wrapped around his head and was really forcing his face into her modest chest. Not only that, the squeezing of his waist with her strong thighs was definitely playing its part not to mention her arching her back to really force her body into him.

Daisuke was being woman-handled and outwrestled, clearly Eriko was not playing any games with him today as she had promised and was teaching him a dominating lesson of what it truly means to wrestle in oil. Once again, the prince tapped and Eriko would roughly shove him over onto his back before sitting cross-legged on his chest. Daisuke panted heavily, his arms and legs spread wide and he had no answer to her offence.

Eriko would stretch her legs towards his chest, placing her sole of his chest before kicking him away. The prince groaned out loud, slowly pushing up to a seated position. He was still panting, his face was reddened as he glared into her eyes. "Nrgh no....this can't be....I...can't lose" he said still in shock. Daisuke would crawl on his knees towards her, looking to throw himself at her to grapple. At this point Daisuke was too exhausted to even think of what he should do, he simply threw himself at her.

Daisuke's glare only seemed to make her smile grow. The Bride of Flame couldn't help herself, egging him on further with a little wink. When he came charging, she stood her ground, spreading her legs out to make a solid foundation, prepared to meet him. When he lunged for her however, he would find she didn't resist at all, in fact she was being shoved backwards. her hands came up to clasp his wrists as she fell, tucking her legs in as she splashed into the oil. With a hard kick she thrust her feet up and out into his stomach, trying to bury them with hard kicks as she tried to monkey flip him clear over her head and over onto the oiled mats.

She would let him go, trying to send him as high and far as her powerful legs could throw him. Rocking to the side she flopped onto her chest to lay in the oil. Rising to all fours she paused to survey her handiwork. She pawed at the ground, slowly building up momentum as she glided through the oil. It wasn't long until she was almost too him again, springing up to dive on top of the Wrestling Prince with a large body splash.

With rage and confusion clouding his better judgment, Daisuke didn't think twice when he decided to simply throw himself at the experienced oil wrestler. He figured the little experience and training he had in oil wrestling would be enough to beat Eriko at her own game but the Bride of Flame was eager to burst his bubble. When he came lunging in, she would stay calm and spread her legs to widen her base. She would let him charge at her, grasping his hands as he came close before falling on her back.

Her legs would shoot up and press against his abs, using his own momentum against him she would flip him over her and send him flying across behind her in a monkey flip. *THUD*! Oil splattered around the area his back fell and before he could react, Eriko was on top of him already.

"Ouuuffff!" he cried out when she splashed on top of him, winding him out as he laid there on his back squirming under her. "Ugh...no, this can't be....get off" he moaned.

Like a bullet Eriko shot through the oil, gliding fast towards her downed opponent. With a last minute kick off the ground she was airborne, crashing down across Daisuke to use him as her own personal landing pad. She came down purposely hard on top of him, twisting to slam her shoulders and elbow into his prone form to maximize how much damage she could do. Once on top of him she planted her legs, throwing one then the other over to the side to kneel next to him. In a quick motion she reached underneath him trying to roughly flip him onto his stomach.

"Get off? Mmm, I don't think so. We are just getting started." Once he was on his stomach she would step back over top of him, straddling the small of his back. Reaching out she would try to grab hold his his legs, pulling them up until she could bend them back and tuck his hands under her armpits. With a hard lean back she would try to painfully crank his legs backwards in a boston crab. She pushed the soles of her feet down into the oil, steadying herself to help her continuously tug back on his limbs.

He knew she was good but tonight she was on a whole different level. Every minute, ever second she was on her guard and there was nothing Daisuke could to do catch a break. Just when he thought a submission would be enough time to give him a chance to rethink his strategy the Bride of Flame would be on him like a flash.

After splashing on top of him to once again wind him out, Eriko would slither away from on top of him to get on her knees next to him. The prince was left moaning, unable to stop when she would roughly shove him over onto his belly. The next thing he felt was his legs being curled back and he was being bent over in a rough boston crab submission leaving his back in a lot of pain.

"Gaahhh! Glurghh! Mffh *Spit*" with his face buried in oil, his screams caused some of the oil to go in his mouth which he spat out. He would be left squirming on his belly, wriggling wildly and shaking his head. Daisuke would try to reach back, using his hands, to grab Eriko's ankles and yank at them to try and get her to slip and hopefully escape this torturous submission.

Eriko leaned herself back, stretching Daisuke out with a hard bend of his body. His legs were secured under her arm, looped in such a way that even slicked with oil there was nowhere for them to slip free. On her way to claiming a fourth submission, she was feeling confident, perhaps slightly complacent. The redhead have her hair a toss, throwing her long braid over her shoulder to dangle down over her chest while she looked back to the struggling wrestler with a smirk.

"Having trouble? You could always give up." Her advice was perhaps not the most helpful for the Wrestling Prince, but practical given how things had been going thus far. She gave his body another hard jerk, seeing if she could coax another submission out of him. She paid little mind as his fingers pawed at her legs, assuming her was just trying to claw around for another escape in a panic. When he actually managed to grab hold of her ankles with a decent bit of strength and pull, her feet slipped in the oil, sliding with his grip, lurching forward as she dropped to her knees.

With the tension of his legs lost, she was forced to let them go or risk falling face first into the oil, instead catching herself on her hands and knees when his legs were released. The suddenness of it all was a bit of a shock, perhaps a stroke of luck on Daisuke's behalf. If it had been his intention though, perhaps he had learned something about wrestling in oil after all. Good for him!

Eriko attempted to scramble forward and away from him, giving her legs a hard kick back to try to shake his grip on her off so she could make an escape on all fours.