Doubting Her Stripes (Teenwrestler)

[rogue-kiss]

Randee mustered herself to waste not one second looking at his body wearing what must have been his scant wrestling attire. If she did, he might take it as flattery, and she did not want to flatter him. And she did not want to find anything she liked and get distracted. She ignored that they would be tangling in a sauna with her seeing and feeling him literally the entire time, mostly because the idea would make her fluttery and nervous again. No, he must see a woman totally confident.

Her rolling her eyes at him again would probably send the message. The model didn't bother to address his continued slander about her wrestling ability. "I still don't give you enough credit to have figured it out all on your own." she did say, needing to get some form of insult into the equation.

She did enter the sauna first, turning to the side to push past so he would not get the pleasure of looking at her butt. In an instant the blonde remembered her trepidation.

The sauna felt awful inside. A model's sticky worst nightmare.

Randee did not let him see her displeasure, and after trotting across the room, she turned back to him, trying to seem unaffected. Ugh, but it was hot. Not the fun salty beach hot, but offensively so.

"So what are you saying we do? Is the win condition 'have a dick and automatically win'?"

[Teenwrestler]

Truth to be told Jacob did not expect Randee to actually go through with this. There was no way a model could actually transition into wrestling, there was no way. Yet here they both were, clad in their wrestling outfits, just outside the sauna room continuing to verbally run each other down. Jacob did his best to intimidate her but it was clear that the blonde woman was not going to back down and was going to go through with this. A part of him really wanted her to do so because now he would get to reach her a real wrestling in pro-wrestling. However, her constant need to keep up with him in their verbal wrestling match was really starting to get under his skin, so as much as he really wanted to up their stakes now just to scare her or throw her off her game even more so.

She carefully made her way in the sauna room, feeling the steam and heat tingle her skin. Jacob noticed the way she made her way in the ring, clearly not wanting to have her back to him for some reason. However, once the two were going to be locked inside there was no escaping anything. He made his way inside, his white skin glistened as the steam made him sweat just a bit.

Jacob would circle her around, staying real close before stopping in front of her, going head to head. "Look at you, you really want to go through with this huh? A princess who has never sweated a day in her life wants to wrestle in the heat against a real wrestler? Oh you've got jokes huh? Well the only way to win is by making your opponent say 'I Quit' which is fitting because when I beat you, you're going to be quitting wrestling and going back to your modelling career" he hissed.

With that the match started, the door was closed and the two were enclosed in nothing but themselves and the heat of the sauna. Jacob would bring his arms up and immediately grappled Randee, looking to push her back against one of the wooden walls as he tried to see if this woman could hold her own against him in a grapple battle.

[rogue-kiss]

Ugh, Randee already wanted to rub the parts of her skin underneath her wrestling attire seconds after stepping into the sauna. Her skin already felt like it was starting to perspire there. But knowing that no doubt this jerk would want to see, she resisted the urge and tried to focus not on environment but on how badly she wanted to make him eat his words.

His need to keep talking made it easier for her anger to outweigh her worries about her ability to wrestle in this environment and (probably more importantly, she was loathe to admit) in her first match against a male. A..fit male. Okay, as he circled her, her eyes did lower to his built form for a second, but not to his waistline. He looked as strong as an ox. Two years ago, someone of his size and build would have folded her in half with barely an effort. Now because she had built a little muscle, the Battle Angel convinced herself she could step into a room along with him and somehow overcome him and avoid embarrassment.

No just..stay mad..STAY MAD!

She balled up her fists, eagerly soaked in every insult as highly personal, and pretended like she was not used to guys sizing her up in person in the same way he was. It all helped, getting her right back to fuming. Or maybe that was the offensive heat in here. The overbearingly humid air actually helped sour her mood though.

She hated it almost as much as she hated him right now.

"Disappointed I didn't back down so you can save face?" she asked. Well, it was more of a statement. Randee didn't want or expect an answer. Much as she had done in the interview, she leaned into him, pushing up on her toes until she grew as tall as him. "I guess you're right about one thing. I am a princess, too good for you and your crappy attitude, but that doesn't mean I haven't done any sweating to earn my spot. Keep on talking so you can eat your words if I make you quit."

Ooh, that felt good, whether she believed it all or not.

The idea that the submission would be verbal did not hit her until the door was closing. Randee glanced over his shoulder to watch it close with the anxiety coming back, but he didn't give her much time to sink into the embarrassing image of having to tell him she quit.

He was upon her. Randee, already sweating, locked up when he got too close to ward him off, grimacing when she felt the sweat on his skin. But no thinking about such pointless things..she tried to plant her bare feet on the floor. While Randee had improved her strength fivefold since starting her training for the ring, his muscles still dwarfed hers, and so did his strength.

She pushed and pushed but found herself losing ground. Then her butt was pushed against the wall, and she knew she would be stuck if she didn't act. All the Angel could think to do was try to dodge sideways and let him run himself into the wall with her.

[Teenwrestler]

He did not wanted to give her credit for actually going through with this, he threw everything at her to try and force her to back away from this challenge but she simply would not. He tried to scare her with his chiseled body, with the match type and now with the match conditions forcing one wrestler to say 'I Quit' yet despite all of his tactics, the blonde would not give up. As the door close behind them, the two were now left alone in the steamy sauna room with only one of them coming out of it victorious. Randee would step up to him, pressing her body up against his and going up to her tip toes to match his height.

Jacob's mouth opened up in a "O" expression sarcastically as if he was scared or impressed by her bravery but his laughter and chuckling gave his sarcasm away. "I will never quit against a barbie princess like you" he would say with a serious expression. The match would begin and the two grappled up, their sweaty skins pressed up against each other and despite Randee doing her best against him in the end she would be pushed back against the wooden wall.

Jacob would pin her arms above her head, not letting her escape as he had her trapped. Immediately, he would bend down and let go of her hands, driving his shoulder into her abdomen once, twice and finally three times to knock the wind out of her before slowly backing up. "Princess, do you quit?" he asked to mock her so early on.

[rogue-kiss]

Randee's brilliant plans to force him to fall into place beside her were cast to the winds when he used his strength advantage to pin her arms above her head. The Battle Angel grimaced and tried to fight out, having no interest in being cornered in such a way by someone so much bigger. Plus she had seen a man and a woman in this position a few too many times in movies about love and lust. But she could not get her hands free until he set them free, and when he did, the beautiful blonde would have almost rather she stayed pinned.

She started to swipe at him when he reeled back, but he moved more quickly, and her posture crumpled when his shoulder connected with her abs the first time. "Uuunf!" she cried, as her eyes flew wide. Then he smashed into her exposed midriff again. Then again. "Aaahhh!" When he did not hit a fourth time, Randee, stunned, slumped against the wall with her knees buckling, trying to suck in breaths that did not come easily in the hot air. She resisted the urge to curse.

While she was totally on the ropes (wall in this case), his taunt fueled her, and after another second or two of breathing, Randee tilted towards him and tried to slap his jaw.

She was not even sure if she would reach, but it was the thought that counted.

[Teenwrestler]

The key to winning this match was to start strong and use the hot, sweaty conditions to tire the other out. He figured if he would really bulldoze his way in the start of the match, the blonde would have no hopes to come back in any way shape or form. The Perfect storm backed her into the corner, unrelenting he would go down and drive his shoulder into her abdomen over and over again until Randee would slump against the wall with her knees buckling under her. Jacob stood and watched, hands on hips while tauntingly asking her if she wanted to quit after just one move.

The female wrestler panted but after a second or two of silence reached up to smack his jaw. *THAW*. Sweat flicked off his jaw as his head turned and he would place his left hand on his jaw, clicking his tongue. "Oho...okay then" he said in a pissed off voice. Jacob would reach down to grab her hair, pulling her up as he attempted to tuck her head under his armpit. If successful, he would grab the waistband of her outfit, looking to pull on it to lift her up vertically over him and attempt to slam her down hard on the mats for a vertical suplex.

If all went according to plan, Jacob would finally mount her abdomen and grab both of her hands to pin them over her head whilst mounting her like a prize. "Princess, do you quit wrestling?" he asked.