Octavie vs Layla (No DQ KO Match)

[TheManVan]

Match Type: KO
Victory Conditions: When Opponent loses Consciousness
Attire: Bikini

Octavie was pretty satisfied with tonight's circumstances.

In a battle of bodies she was always assured of herself that she was going to be the victor with all of the assets that women could only dream of having and she was more than willing to use every single one of them to her advantage. And every single one of them was going to be on display tonight as her theme began to play, her glorious presence soon taking center stage as she walked out onto the ramp dressed in a tight bikini.

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The smirk on her face creeped to both corners of her lips as she took a moment to let everyone watching take in her beautiful figure, bringing her arms out as her swimsuit was barely able to keep everything in. Her approach to the ring would begin, walking down the ramp as she continued to hold out her arms as the ravenous crowd took in the sight.

Walking up the stairs to the ring, she strode across apron with her hand running across the ropes before stepping up and leaning down to give a fine view of her wondrous rear before sliding into the ring and beginning to lap around, giving the fans one final rundown of her beauty before stepping to the center, hands on her hips and chest puffed out confidently as she waited for her opponent!

[Vira]

Perhaps she was a bit in over her head, accepting to fight a woman one class higher than her for her debut, not only in weight but skill. She hardly had any experience with wrestling prior. It was arrogant, but apparently Layla didn't see it that way, exiting the locker room, smiling and waving to the audience as they all cheered on the underdog of this match, though there were certainly fans for both sides.

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The middleweight was, too, dressed in a tight, white bikini that accentuated the girl's beautiful curves, however, she was much more humble in her entrance, not really attempting to show anything off, to the dismay of some.

The young, eager fighter would eventually reach the ring, climbing onto it before facing her opponent for the first time. Layla looked upon her with a determined, perhaps overconfident look in her eyes, placing a hand on her side. "Hope you're ready to have that smug-ass look wiped from your face," she taunted, her theme beginning to fade in the background. "If you thought this was gonna be a freebie, then you got another thing coming."

[TheManVan]

Octavie stood confidently in the ring, her chest puffed out proudly as she waited in the ring for the girl brave enough to stand against her. She didn't have to wait long until the music began to play to signal the arrival of her opponent, her smile curled even deeper as she awaited for undersized opponent, having set up for an advantage for herself by pairing up with someone of a lower weight class.

Smug and confident she stood with her head tilted back arrogantly as the blue haired girl stepped into the ring with her as her eyes drifted down to lock with her opponent's. "Oh? And just who are you to think that you could wipe anything on my body?" she sneered as they stood across of one another in their nearly naked bodies. Although Layla did indeed have a nice figure herself, there was no way that it compared to anything to the near perfect body as she would emphasize this by stepping forward and pressing herself against the smaller girl.

"Look, how can you possibly hope to match against this?" she sneered, the arrogance and confidence oozing out of every pore on her body!

[Vira]

Layla's confidence seemed to waver ever so slightly as Octavie approached her. Her posture shriveled a bit as she felt their bodies press together, taken aback by the woman's great confidence. She clearly had some experience in the ring, or just an enormous ego, or maybe both. Regardless, the fact caused a small hint of intimidation to appear in Layla's eyes as the, now evidently much larger, woman looked down on her. The crowd ate up all of the tension of course, now even more eager to see how this match would unfold.

A repulsed looked formed across Layla's expression. "Uck! Get off me!" she demanded before placing her hands against Octavie's sides and attempting to shove her away a few steps.

[TheManVan]

The wavering glance in Layla's eyes gave Octavie all the ego boost she needed, her lips curling into a deeper smirk as she pressed harder into Layla and tried to physically bully her smaller opponent backwards. Her opponent showed how uncomfortable she was next to her and her advances as she punctuated this with a shove by the hips.

Octavie allowed herself to be moved, taking lazy steps back before letting out a condescending laugh, even going so far to tilt her head back as she did so. "Ahahahahaha! What's wrong little girl? Afraid to take my body on?" she loudly boasted, taking a step back towards Layla, waiting for the bell to ring so that the real fun could begin!

[Vira]

Layla rolled her eyes in response to her opponent's teasing. "Afraid? Of you? Don't think so." It could have been a lie, judging from their previous interaction, but these words seemed to be backed up by a wave of regained confidence, a hint of venom clear in her tone. "Just hope you're ready to have that 'perfect' body of yours rocked by someone half your size." She would then take a couple of steps back, placing her hands against her hips as she waited for the bell. After a few, tense couple of seconds, the match would finally begin.

DING DING DING

With no hesitation, Layla decided to make the first move. Maybe it was foolish, given the caliber of her opponent, but their pre-match interaction seemed to have riled her up enough to muffle her decision-making. She would charge at Octavie, her form tilted to the side a bit as she aimed to plunge her elbow straight into her opponent's stomach. It was a fairly obvious move, but maybe it would catch her off guard. Or maybe it was a sign that this match was going to be over faster than anyone predicted.

[TheManVan]

Octavie was always prone to deliver mocking words to her opponent, but when the tables were turned and she was the target that she reacted poorly whenever her opponent had the gall to stand up to her. Her brow furrowed and her lip curled upwards into a scowl as Layla dared to question her body, sneering down at the blue haired girl and pressed into her to physically enforce her presence to the smaller girl before Layla backed off.

The scowl on her face soon shifted into a sneer, if that was how the girl wanted to play, then Octavie would have no issues with using her perfect body as a weapon to prove her point. The bell would soon ring as Octavie moved out of the corner, her opponent come charging out of the corner. With her opponent charging, Octavie’s eyes widened, with her bigger body it would’ve taken her time to generate the same speed for a mid ring collision but rather than work harder, Octavie chose to turn that aggressive enthusiasm into an opportunity!

Lifting her foot, she threw her long leg and her body forward and attempted to cut Layla’s attack right down to the mat with a big boot aimed at her face!

[Vira]

It almost appeared as if Layla was about to be the one to score the first hit, or at least get close to it. Perhaps her opponent expected her pre-bout taunting to instill some anxiety in the girl, or some newly found uncertainty. Either way, the bluehead's brave charge seemed to catch her off guard to some extent.

Not that it mattered.

Ocatavie's kick would hit straight-on, foot landing right square against the side of Layla's face. Hard. It felt as if she had lost all senses at that moment, too stunned to even let out a cry as her opponent's first move sent her straight into the mat, landing silently on her side with a loud thud! With one, well-placed strike, Layla's brimming overconfidence was swiftly put down.

For a few seconds, she could hardly keep her eyes open due to the throbbing pain and dizziness in her head, barely making out the now riled-up crowd through blurry vision, a mix of cheers and booing both ringing in her ears... One could have assumed that alone did the job, and a ten-count soon would have started, if not for the slight groaning and subtle shifting of her limbs that ensued shortly after she hit the floor. She was able to recover, but would be completely vulnerable for a time.

[TheManVan]

Octavie planted her bare foot right into Layla's face as she let her opponent's momentum do all the work as she pressed her foot into Layla's face to drive her down into the mat. She took a couple of steps to rebalance herself before turning her attention back to Layla, her lips curling into a cruel smile with turning things around on her opponent.

The referee went in to check if by some miracle Layla was on the verge of being knocked out from the intense hit, but Octavie had little care about what the referee decided on at this point in the match, barreling over to Layla to grab onto Layla's hair to yank her up off of the mat. "Oh dear, you're not done already are you?" she sneered before pulling Layla's head inbetween her legs.

Looking to put her thick thighs to use, she would squeeze her legs like a clamp to place the pressure on Layla's head!

[Vira]

Layla seemed to be ripped right out of her daze as Octavie pulled her up by the hair. "A-Ah!.." she yelped as the sudden sharp pain from the movement took her by surprise, a weary stutter in her voice as her body continued to recover from the brink of unconsciousness. How humiliating, for her to nearly lose in a single strike! It definitely wasn't the ideal way to start things off.

It seemed that her opponent had no plan to give up her advantage, pulling the middleweight up onto her knees, before she found her head nestled right between Octavie's thighs. There were small attempts to break free of her hold, trying to pull her head out from the position, but she was locked down good for the time being. Layla could feel the skin of her opponent's legs against her cheeks, slowly clamping down as she continued to apply pressure. A pain-filled groan escaped the Canadian, continuing to try to pull her way out of the embarrassing position, hands latched onto Octavie's hips for some leverage.

Her opponent had her in the hold for a few good seconds, before Layla tried something else. She suddenly tightened her grip on Octavie's hips, before inching back slightly with what little freedom of movement she had and pushed forward with a sudden burst of strength, hoping to send her opponent down to the mat onto her backside!