SS 18: Aisha Love vs Tessa Price

Now if that wasn´t a classic greeko roman wrestling beginning! Tessa was more than a little bit proud of the unwilling orchestration with the test of strength she had brought upon the new Venus or rather Aphrodite of Rome.

Her opponent was heavily working under her to avoid getting pinned, but that was not of much concern for the Blonde as a pin was not really something she was looking for here as she could not win by it anyway in the match. So she would concentrate on keeping her pinned and let her work off some steam while she balanced herself out as good as she could before trying to reach around her neck for a side headlock, as good as she could all oiled up of course.

Aphrodite was having a rather hard as Tessa managed to slip her arms around her neck, getting her into a headlock down on the oily may, sliding around it in a display of the classical Greek art of wrestling. Even if she wasn't in the best of positions, the supposed Greek god relished the chance to wrestle in the oils before the many, relishing the two bodies, nude as the day they were born colliding mushing up against each other, their bosoms ploughing into each other.

She wrapped a leg around Tessa's own leg, straddling against her as the two rubbed together, wrestling each other, with Aphrodite giving a little less slack to slide around, using the oil and slipperiness to her own advantage over her opponent.

“You can give up any time now, you know?”
The Blonde asked, suppressing a little giggle with her not really serious question. There was of course no chance that anyone who could reach a PPV would just submit in an oily side headlock after some minutes in the match, but it could not hurt to ask and have a little fun with it.

“But from how you move, I guess you like it how it is...”
She added before Aisha put a leg around her own legs, shifting their vector a little bit so that she had to rely more on her headlock to stay on the other girl while one of her knees touched and rubbed over the ground instead of only over the smooth legs of her opponent.

Aphrodite seemed to smile behind gritted teeth, "O' yes, I really do like it.... that I am talking about is your body of course," she would say continuing to squirm against Tessa's body, spreading the slick and abundant oil across there bodies into unexplored places. Along side this the supposed goddess relaxed her body, seeming unworried of her current situation and trying to  slide her body down Tessa's own, using said oil to aide her like a greased ring on a fat finger in her escape, trying to get in just the right position. You could hear her muffled voice call out, licking lower as she went down.

So far, so good. Mission wear your opponent down had seen a rather good start from her point of view. Sure it would have been even better for her if she had already put out a choke hold and the face of her opponent had taken on the color of blooming violets right now, but that was of course illusionary in a mat based oil wrestling match.

“Whoow!”
Aisha had not exactly trampled her way out of the precarious situation, and slid out from her embrace with the help of oil. And not only did she escape, she kissed her way out of the hold which visibly surprised he blonde. Still she was in top position, so she would go the opposite way and attempt to slide forward to separate them.

A little teasing kiss here and there along Tessa's stomach as Aphrodite, or whomever she actually was managed to escape, now with a bit more help since her opponent had decided to leave the hold as well, separating by moving in the opposite direction, not rather enough time to have a go at teasing Tessa's more tender area, finally separating from each other and sliding a bit farther apart thanks to the oil that now lathered there bodies from head to toe after squirming a bit on the ground. She'd slyly get up, barely having trouble on the oily mat and watching with glee satisfaction as her opponent made their next move. It seemed like the supposed Greek goddess was having fun, seeing the match more like a diversion if anything else.


"Come on, let's see some from you," she says, rushing forward to try and slam her down.

Aisha was definitely not one of the shy types, but how could she have expected that from someone with her name anyway. Not that the Blonde was averse of going on a more erotic terrain with her opponent, she had not exactly expected something like that in this early stage.

Having trained in oil for quite some time now, Tessa would still take her time into getting up, tricky oil was tricky even when you had practiced angles and movements that were supposed to move you forward and others which were supposed to down you.

And speaking of downed, suddenly Aisha rushed forward and crashed right into her!
“Oof!”
She gasped when she went down on her back, arms rowing for a moment.

"Whoops," she said in a mocking fashion as she slammed right into Tessa, bringing both of them back down to the mat, "I didn't see you there didn't I, I'm rather sorry," eyeing her down with a sadistic little grin as she tried rolling her over and attempting to set her up in a rather painful cross arm surf board, a move familiar to the crowd by another wrester but this time done by Aphrodite.


"Smile for the audience," as she began the hold.

The tables had turned quickly on the Blonde. From a promising start going straight to the bottom of the ring area. And to add a little insult to injury, the crowd behaved just like the counterpart in ancient Rome and cheered for the sudden turn of events that saw the tide turn against one gladiator.

Then the part of the already mentioned metaphorical injury set in, right in the form of a crossed arm surfboard!
“Ghn!”
The girl grunted, wildly shaking her blonde mane to deny giving up in the hold just like that, her face a mask of pain instead of her up to now rather determined look. And she certainly could not smile...

"O come on, you wanted such a match no?" she said as rather presented her in full body to the crowd in such a revealing manner, the move which strained the body hard to its limits. It was also a targeted move to humiliate her, drain her spirit and set her up for the so called goddess to take fully advantage of the situation that she was at for the moment. She didn't seem to tire of it either holding out for as long as she could with the move.