Did Not Sign Up For This... [Sophia Wolfe Vs Octavie]

[thesteedman]

Standard Match
Win by Pin fall or Submission

The crowd rose to their feet when Sophia Wolfe's music hit the PA system at near deafening volume, cheering for the experienced wrestler who continued to have a thunderous impact on LAW since being acquired from the now defunct Full Metal Wrestling Federation. The crowd were on their feet knowing it was going to be a knock out Main Event for tonight’s show, but like Sophia, they had no idea what was actually really in store for the unknowing German beauty. So far into Sophia's entrance music, smoke began to billow and pour upwards from the entrance ramp, concealing any view of anything. As the music approached the main segment, it began to clear away.

Spoiler

Once it cleared, Sophia Wolfe was present in the centre of the top of the entrance ramp, kneeling down in a near meditation like manner. She remained on her knees for a moment as the crowd began to roar out their support, her eyes closed, finding calm despite the riot of approval beyond. Sophia was clad in her black unique Gi outfit with the top loose and draped behind her from around her waist. She was clad in her newer attire, wearing a purple and black designed sports bra like top with that left her entire midriff bare, revealing her well-tuned body and alluring figure. She was barefoot, with wrist straps around her forearms.

Slowly she stood up, making a disciplined motion from her training before making a few air strikes with her fists and with vicious looking kicks. Fireworks began to pop as she did so, making for quite the display which only got the crowd going more. Soon enough she began to walk towards the ring, adjusting her wrist straps on the way. Though popular amongst the fans she did not give them much attention save for a few curt nods here and there. She ignored outstretched arms desperate for a tag, not being one to play up to the crowd or her fans. By now the fans were used to it, knowing she let her wrestling do the talking rather than her actions.

As Sophia approached the ring however, she began to frown a little, noticing some changes underway as staff began to set up what looked like some form of pool in its centre, watching as oils began to get poured into it. Naturally the crowd were also confused, under the impression that it was a standard singles match today. Sophia approached one of the officials, beginning to ask what was going on when an announcer began to speak over the comm system.

“Tonight’s scheduled match stipulations has been renewed due to an unforeseen error. We apologise to the fans for the last minute change.”

As the announcer spoke, it was becoming clear Sophia was not pleased, finding out for the first time from an official what was going on. She became more animated and angry.

“The new conditions are set. An Oil Wrestling Bearhug Match! Though any move is legal, a victory can only be achieved by knocked out or verbal submission using a bearhug within the confines of the Oil Wrestling pool!”

Oil Wrestling Bearhug Match
Win by Bearhug submission or Bearhug Knock Out Only

Sophia began to shake her head, this was not what she signed up for, as she began to shout at a group of referees whilst the finishing touches were being added to the oil pool. Sophia looked furious, but her woes would soon be interrupted by the entrance music of her opponent tonight, making Sophia turn with a glare of fury, suspecting that she might be the one behind this sudden last minute change!

[TheManVan]

As the confusion took part in the ring, the match being 'incorrectly' listed as a standard match took everyone by surprise. All expect for one person.

Octavie had convinced management that a standard match involving her was going to be a waste of an opportunity and that they need spice up the night and an oil wrestling match was the answer. Of course, it was much more than just improving the night for the audience, it was sliding the advantage in her favor as her opponent would be none the wiser as evident of how she wasn't dressed for the occasion. Octavie on the other hand, was already prepared.

Dressed in a tight fitting teal bikini, holding in her impressive rack and showing off plenty of skin that the fans in attendances were very much appreciative of!

The busty French was very confident about her chances at winning now that she had a personal touch to gear things towards her favor, not only throwing her opponent in a compromising position, but also the fact that she was quite confident that she could suffocate the blonde into submission within her arms! She made her way down to the ring, proudly displaying her absolute beauty as she made her way down to the ring where both her opponent and the oil pool awaited.

Stepping into the ring, the smug look on her face was clear to see as she walked up to the over dressed Sofia.

"Oh my my! Did somebody not get the memo? You're going to ruin your clothes in oil like this! How silly of you to make such a blunder."

[thesteedman]

"O... Octavie... What is the meaning of this?!" Sophia would demand, having heard everything she could from the referee and officials. Given how dressed... or rather, the lack of dress Octavie was clad within, it was very clear she had a hand in this sudden change of match and stipulation. The woman was clad in little more than a two piece bikini, walking barefoot with barely anything left to the imagination. She was a marvel of a woman to be certain, but this was not what Sophia had signed up for. Already the official was urging Sophia to get into the pool of oil, as Octaive stepped in without a care in the world.

Clad in her ring attire, a blush appeared upon Sophia's cheeks, realising what she was getting into. She was in a good mind to forfeit the match, unwilling to strip down and subject herself to such a match... but the honour in her often surpassed what she desired herself, and she knew it would not be right to deny the fans a match, even if it was against her better judgement. Her expression spoke more than words, as stoic as ever, but there was clear agitation present in her eyes. She began to slide off her arm guards, leaving her arms completely bare, before she unwrapped the Gi top from her waist, looking to at least salvage those parts of her attire. She kept her Gi pants and her wrestling top on however, taking a big sigh before she stepped into the pool.

Instantly, Sophia lost her footing, making the crowd gasp out as Sophia landed with a splash in the oils, having not anticipated just how slippery it was. By now, her form was already doused in oils, her arms and her exposed midriff glistening in the light. She gasped out, shifting to her knees, feeling humiliated... how did it all come to this? She barely had time to get herself composed when she heard the bell ring out loudly!

[TheManVan]

The sly smirk on Octavie's lips curled even deeper as her opponent put two and two together with the pool of oil sitting between them, questioning her about the sudden change in plans. "Oh? Are you having trouble understanding this match?" She smuggly replied, standing in the pool as she carefully distributed her weight to keep herself steady, "It's an oil match! So if you want to ruin those frumpy rags you call clothes, go on and strip!" she goaded her opponent, she could see the red in her face even if there was little else the stone faced woman would show, Octavie knew that she had gotten her desired results.

Now it was a matter of ensuring that Sophia would stay in that flustered state and victory was sure to be hers. "Well come on! Strip! Unless you're afraid? Is that what you are? A coward?" she sneered at Sophia before her opponent began to undress. However, it was far too little than what she was expecting as Sophia only took off her arm guards and the gi wrapped around her waist, electing to keep herself very modest with the gi pants covering half of her body.

A sharp scoff left Octavie's mouth as she shifted down to her knees to face off against her opponent, no longer risking having her feet slip out from underneath her, almost in shock at how much Sophia was willing to go to protect her dignity. But that was fine, it made Octavie all the more determined to humiliate the fighter more! "Ha! So you are a coward, who would've thought you'd be afraid to show a little skin this much!" she sneered as the bell rang and unlike Sophia who was still flustered enough to have slowed reactions, Octavie was ready to pounce the second she heard the bell, flinging herself forward and looking to tackle Sophia down into the oil!

[thesteedman]

"You dare to call me a coward?! You are the one who clearly had a hand in changing the stipulation! This is the best you are getting from me!" Sophia would retort loudly and dripping with anger. It was a rare sign of emotion from Sophia, a clear indication that the mind games were already set deep into her mind as she was quick to snap at Octavie as she taunted her over not fully stripping. Already, her Gi pants were soaked and clinging to her frame, giving away the sexy and well defined shape of her legs. The poor scarred but stunning German woman way out of her element, and it showed as it took her a moment to stabilise herself within the oils.

She tried to stand once more, her lack of experience showing when she spied Octavie slipping to her knees. A look of concern mixed with agitation flashed over Sophia's normally stoic face, and whilst she repositioned herself onto her knees, Octavie would move in, looking to take a clear advantage of an out of sorts Sophia. The bell would ring and Octavie would strike in an instant. The difference between the two was clear, with Octavie's bikini clad body gliding across the oils to close the distance between the two stunning women. Sophia would hear her approach, but lacked defence right now to react. Normally she was deft and quick witted, able to evade and counter with precision...

In the oils, she simply nearly fell on her back as her bare feet slid below her in an attempt to evade, leaving her wide open for Octavie who tackled straight into her bare stomach. She gasped out, being hoisted upwards before the momentum slammed her into the pool of oil. Sophia had been fortunate before that only certain parts of her well defined form had been dipped in the glistening oils, but now her whole form was doused! Her to die for midriff glistened as excess oils slid from her stunning frame. She gasped out in clear alarm and distress, trying to grip at Octavie, but feeling her arms slip from her well oiled skin. The match had only just begun, and Sophia was in trouble!

[TheManVan]

The heated response from her opponent brought a smile to Octavie's face, especially seeing how her opponent was trying so hard to keep herself together underneath that stoic mask of hers cracking with being thrown in such an unknown situation for her. This mean everything for Octavie to know that her ploy had worked to perfection. She could see the awkwardness of her opponent, unsure how to navigate the oily mats as well as Octavie did and Octavie exploited that with a quick opening attack.

Sliding across on her knees, Octavie slammed herself into Sophie, wrapping her arms around the body and taking down into the oil! The crowd lit up with the match on it's way with little time wasted as Sophie trying to struggle and push Octavie off of her, but the oily hands did not yield any tangible results as they would slip off of Octavie's body.

Instead of trying to maintain a hold with her hands, Octavie simply elected to hold down Sophia with her upper torso, leaning down into her opponent and mash her into the oil mats! Her large orbs pressed down onto Sophia, the smile on her face growing even larger with the additional leverage of holding this talented woman down with her breasts alone!

[thesteedman]

The expression on Sophia's alluring features was certainly telling a story by now. There was no denying the raw talent and skill of the German who went by the alias of Scar, but it was obvious she was out of her depth in such a match. The platinum blonde beauty had no experience in the oils, and it was showing as Octavie began to run... or slide rings around her in this case. Right now, Octavie was playing with her, no doubt mind games to throw the Middleweight wrestler off her game all the further.

Arms wrapped around Sophia's exposed core, dousing her in more oil as she was brought down onto her back with ease. Struggling to get free, Octavie simply began to take advantage of Sophia's lack of experience, moving better in the oils, countering any struggles and using the substance they wrestled in to her own benefits. Sophia was trapped in an embrace, and she could barely get a grip to get free. Known for her deadly striking, the alluring beauty could not even get the leverage either as Octavie was always pressed close to her.

Sophia gasped out loud in alarm and distress once more as she felt Octavie's chest press against her own. The only protection she had against the bikini clad form of her opponents was her own current attire that was more conservative. Nothing could protect her bare stomach however as Octavie's own core began to grind against her own.
"G... get off of me!" Sophia declared in anger, a shade of pink visible upon her cheeks knowing how humiliating this position was. Octavie merely lay upon her for now, embarrassing her, taunting her, using her larger chest to press down against Sophia's own, mushrooming them together.
"This... this is not wrestling!"

[TheManVan]

The way that Sophia seemed like a fish out of the water, a deer stuck in the headlights being dragged into this type of match as they were slathered in oil, trapped underneath Octavie as she expanded her reign of control across of Sophia's body. Her large chest pinned down on Sophia's freed to smear in it's bikini top against the compression to sports bra that held down those breasts and made it easier for Octavie's to just envelop the pair!

She twisted and turned, moving her body in tune with Sophia's to ensure that she stayed underneath her, in fact she would use Sophia's own insistence at keeping her dignity as she reached down with both hands to grab onto her Gi pants! Even if the fabric would be stained and soaked with oil, the nature of just having more to grab opposed to Octavie's bikini would give her all the advantage she needed in controlling Sophia!

With control of her hips and a sure fire grip for control, Octavie began to feel even more confident as she shoved down harder with her chest? "Ah haha haha! Oh you poor girl, this IS wrestling! And I'm going to make sure that you feel every inch of this!" she sneered, pressing down on Sophia and ensured to emphasize with a bit of rough play as she tilted her head down and drove her forehead into Sophia's cheek!

[thesteedman]

Sophia gasped out in alarm. The oils were not making this easy, combined with Octavie's expertise with such style of wrestling and Sophia was indeed a fish out of water and a deer in the headlights as Octavie rightfully began to believe. The lack of attire drove into Sophia's mind, as she could feel Octavie's scantily clad chest press and near envelope her own, whilst her bare and deeply oiled stomach grinded up and drove against Sophia's own bare midriff. Any movement Sophia made right now, Octavie matched, making sure to keep Sophia below her.

In truth, she was not truly hurting Sophia, at least not physically, simply keeping her contained for the time being... but the real damage was psychological. Sophia was blushing, scrambling to get away, wasting energy whilst Octavie simply bought her time. When it looked like Sophia was about to get free, Octavie would grasp her Gi pants and pull her back below her, once more pressing her bikini clad form against Sophia's own, grinding in a sensual and provocative manner. Octavie also made sure to keep as much body contact as possible, her midriff never separating from Sophia's, her bare feet and legs sliding against the German below her, whilst her arms remained against Sophia's, keeping her in a full press!

"G... get off of me!" Sophia gasped out, the cracks beginning to show when Octavie began to rest her head against Sophia's, as she could feel her breath against her face, feeling her shudder with excitement over her catch. In desperation, Sophia tried to twist her form, her own body well and truly oiled by now with all the body rubbing from her foe. It would no doubt leave her open, but Sophia's desperation to separate from Octavie was showing as she tried to scramble free!

[TheManVan]

Octavie's offensive was not focused on brute force at the moment, pressing down on Sophia to compress and tire her out. Since it was the start of the match, completely in her favor and she was intent on keeping it that way by holding her down and draining her stamina early on. She could already feel the desperation in Sophia underneath, twisting and turning to try and worm her way out. Octavie responded by tightening her hold on the pants by pushing down with her chest to further suffocate her, pushing her head down to add even more discomfort on the prude martial artist.

It was a struggle, the two oily bodies bucking and backing against one another as Octavie tried to keep Sophia on her back, but as the oily was her advantage, it worked in Sophia's favor this time as it allowed her to slide across Octavie's body and rolled onto her front.

But still within Octavie's reach, she was not going to let Sophia out of this torture as she would lift herself and drop down on Sophia's back, attempting to wrap an arm around Sophia's neck! "Oh no no no! You're not getting away that easy!" she shouted out as she tried to smother down and continue to exhaust her opponent!