Daisuke Takeuchi vs. Eriko Sakai

This was a realization for the wrestling prince that just how far he was behind his opponent when it came to skill and ability in a oil wrestling match. Daisuke could barely muster up a good grip to lock in a submission yet here Eriko was, locking in a boston crab and having enough experience and skill to make sure the oil didn't really bother her.

In the end, the prince did manage to break free by reaching back to grab her ankles and yank at them hard, forcing Eriko to stumble forward and release her grip. The prince would roll to his side while the Bride of Flame would rise up onto her hands and knees.

Realizing his chance he would look to pounce on her from behind but the clever woman would give her legs a hard kick back to shake him off. "Ugh! C-crap" he growled having missed his chance. Daisuke was forced to slide back and rise up onto his knees while panting heavily.

"Hah..I can....I can still win this" he said raising his arms up and crawling towards her whilst on his knees.

Eriko slid forward in the oil as she kicked off Daisuke. She planted her hands to slow her gliding as oil bubbled up between her fingers. Coming to a slow stop, she spun back around on her knees, snickering at her opponent's assertion he still had a chance. While The Bride of Flame never would consider herself a bully, she took a certain pleasure in putting the wrestling prince in his place, which was firmly in a submission until he tapped. She straightened up, rolling her shoulders as she stared him down. The match was almost over, she just had to get her hands on him again.

"So come take your win, if you can. I'm waiting." Eriko folly brushed hair from her face, not moving an inch towards him. Reaching out, she curled her fingers, beckoning him to come at her. Rather than during up her stance to face down a charge defensively, the redhead raised both her arms up at her side. Without allowing her crisp blue eyes to leave Daisuke, she flexed her glistening biceps and waited for him to take his shot.

The prince had barely managed to avoid giving up another fall to his much experienced rival after he had escaped her clutches from the Boston Crab submission. Managing to disbalance her enough that Eriko decided to give up her own submission hold and slide forward off of his back but not before kicking his legs to his side to shove him away as a reminder of who was on top.

It wasn't long until both wrestlers were back up on their knees, albeit maintaining a distance between each other. It was clear that Daisuke was exhausted, he was panting heavily while his body shined in sweat and oil. Meanwhile, Eriko maintained her confident posture on her knees. This time, she would remain in place and would glare into his eyes she would curl her fingers, beckoning him to come at her right before stretching her arms to her side.

Daisuke would grit his teeth in anger, he was fueled by anger, frustration and embarrassment when he heard Eriko calling him out. "Grrrrrr I WILL" he responded before sliding forward to throw himself at Eriko, without formulating any sort of plan or strategy. Daisuke simply wanted to get a hold of the topless female wrestler, there was no coherent thoughts in his mind as to how to beat a woman like her. He took the bait and lunged at Eriko to lock up with her aggressively.

While anger could be a powerful weapon then harnessed properly, most of Eriko’s life had been dedicated to an upbringing within the martial arts. A clear head, focus, and patient were keys in overcoming brute force fueled by emotion. Perhaps it was a bit unsportsmanlike for the redhead to constantly prod at the self proclaimed Prince of wrestling… but he really did bring it upon himself. It was also fun. She was human after all.

Given the opportunity to rile him, she took it, helping him to slide back into the terrible habits that continued to lose him their little wager. She didn’t even hide the small smirk as he came at her, navigating the oil between them sloppily, blinded by his own anger. Rather than lock horns, she slowly turned around, pushing off the oil slicked mat to glide backwards on her knees towards his eager and awaiting arms. When he reached around to grapple hold of her however, she snatched a firm hold of his wrist and forearm with both her hands.

With a huff, she lurched forward, twisting her entire body as she threw herself down to the oil, using her weight to try and hip toss Daisuke hard onto the down on his back. If she managed to floor him, she would kick her legs around his arm, draping them across his chest as her thighs locked in the limb of his limb. With a hard twist, she would try to secure his arm fully, arching her back to apply a brutal armbar to make up for lost time on her last failed submission attempt.

At this stage, it didn't take a lot to piss Daisuke off. He was tired, exhausted, sweaty, drenched in oil and humiliated. Already four-nil down, the chances of him making a miraculous comeback also didn't seem likely. A simple bait is all it took and Daisuke took it with ease, rushing Eriko head on and simply falling into her trap.

There was no plan or coherent thoughts in his head as to what he would do when he got to Eriko, he just wanted to tackle her and take her down to the mats. When he got near enough however, Eriko would easily use the oiled conditions to slide away from him and grab his arms. In a swift motion, Eriko would twist her body to one side and use the grip of his wrists to toss him in a hip toss, taking him down on his back.

*SPLASH*

Oil splattered about on impact but that was not the worst of Daisuke's worries who now found himself trapped in a brutal armbar submission. He flopped up and down like a fish out of water, kicking his feet on the mats while moaning in pain. It wasn't long until he used his free hand to begin tapping the mats furiously.

"Arrghhh! I give, I give! AHHH I SUBMIT" he yelled.

Once she had drawn back his arm and felt a lack of give, she was pretty sure it would be over in seconds… and there it was, his verbal submission. She let his arm go with a sigh, sitting herself up in the oil. Lifting a leg, she pressed one of her foot heels into his cheek, lightly nudging the wrestling prince. This match had been a disastrous undertaking for him. He had to see how foolish it was now right? "That's four. One more and I will have clean swept this whole little match of yours. Still think you can even come close to matching up against me?"

Collecting her hands beneath her, she hiked herself up briefly enough to swing her legs beneath her, standing on her knees again, ready to go. Throughout this whole match she had managed to stay relatively fresh, while Daisuke had pretty much been put through the wringer. Everyone watching was expecting her to take the next fall as well, handily. The wrestling prince might as well have been face to face with a riding squad. The redhead have her hair a toss, sending her long braid over a shoulder to rest across her back. "I'll give you five seconds to get up before I end this right now. Let's see if you can even beat that count."

It didn't take much to guess what was to happen next, the crowd were pretty much feeling sorry for Daisuke at this point. The prince would lunge in carelessly and was immediately trapped in a armbar submission. From there, it didn't take too long for him to submit for the fourth time in this contest. Eriko was not looking to let him off the hook that easy either, raising her feet up in the air before pressing it against his cheek to kick him off.

Whilst he remained on his back, Eriko confidently rose to her knees and gave him a warning- either he gets up to wrestle her within five seconds or she would end it there and then. Grunting in pain and coughing, Daisuke would slowly but surely rise up onto his hands and knees before pushing up onto his knees. He was panting heavily but glared into the eyes of his opponent.

"Hah...I can still..." he said moving forward before collapsing onto Eriko, right into her arms.

The Bride of Flame waited, fists planted city on her hips, chest out proudly. She hardly appeared to have broke a sweat through the whole exchange, looking nigh untouchable in the later stretch of the match. It was a testament to her prowess in oil as well as all the giant let challenges she had faced at The Pit. She managed her energy, her breathing, and didn't burn herself out. As a result she came off as a juggernaut of this particular match type while Daisuke struggled. True to her word, she watched and counted silently to herself, allowing him those few seconds to rally some measure of strength. While he had gotten up though… he practically collapsed up against her.

She remained stoic and statue like, a slender red brow arched as his body lay up against her, slowly slipping down her oil drenched body. She gave a small shake of her head, lifting her arms to take him by the shoulder and effortlessly shove him down onto his back as if he were nothing to her. With a small smile an a shrug to the crowd, Eriko walked herself over his prone body until she was straddling him.

"Looks like you are going to need some more training hot shot." A small chuckle escaped herself as she casually lowered herself down. Over top of him, coiling her legs with his to spread them wide with a grapevine. Her palms slid up his arm, fingers wrapping around his wrists to pin them down. "I'll help you though. Since the only place you can beat me is in your dreams… nighty night." Hiking her body up against Daisuke's, her breasts trapped over top of his chin until she. Eagles herself down on top of his face, trapping him within her cleavage. Leaning her weight forward she pushed him down into the oil, pinning him to the mat for one last smother to secure herself the final fall.

In hindsight, this was probably the worst decision that Daisuke took in his wrestling career and it was turning out to be potentially the worst loss that he was going to suffer in his career as well. Going into the fifth round of this intense wrestling match, Daisuke had nothing left to give. He was exhausted and his body was so sore yet his ego was as inflated as ever. Wanting to continue wrestling, he approached her until he collapsed into her arms.

His body slowly began to slide down her oily frame. he attempted to pull himself up and grapple her but it was too late. Eriko would grab his shoulders and give him a firm shove to toss him down on the oily surface on his face. Quickly, she would straddle herself on top of him and interlock her feet with his to trap him in a grapevine whilst grabbing his wrists to pin them over his head. Daisuke knew what was coming next and with it his will broke. Shaking his head, he would plead for mercy.

"W-wait no please, not this...." he begged before her oily breasts lowered onto his face, depriving him of any air. Daisuke squirmed under her briefly, trying to resist but it was futile. He was too exhausted and even when he wasn't he had failed to escape Eriko's smother. His mumbles grew louder before starting to fade away, unable to tap out due to his hands pinned down he could only offer a verbal submission and hoped it was audible.

"Mmmmfmffh....ummrghh I-givmmeummp....submmitmm" he mumbled, on the verge of passing out.

Eriko pinned Daisuke to the oiled ring, bouncing lightly on top of him throughout his small attempts at freedom. She road out his struggles until they were no more, bearing down her weight on her upper body to compress her breasts over top of his face. She could feel the vibrations of his mumbled words but far too soft to be understood over the roar of the crowd. She remained on top of him for a long while, until his pleading ceased and his body went limp. Only then did she untangled their bodies, pushing herself up to straddle his waist. With a sly smirk, she raised her arms, flexing on top of her opponent's still body as the referee called for the bell. She hand secured the last submission by knockout!

Climbing to her feet, she flicked her long red braid over her shoulder and looked down at Daisuke, putting a foot on his chest, leaning forward onto it. "When you watch this back on video, just remember you brought all of this on yourself, "Prince". The only oil royalty here was The Bride of Flame." With a small short, she threw up her arms in celebration to the cheers of the crowd. The martial artist didn't stay to indulge in the fanfare too much longer, stepping over Daisuke's body to make her way out of the ring. She earned herself a nice long shower after this. Blowing a kiss to the crowd, she made her way to the back.