The Greek Goddess of Wrestling

[Teenwrestler]

The oiled conditions seemed to be going against the Masterpiece as the handsome, chiseled male would bridge up only for his foot to slide against the oiled mats and he thumped back down against the mats. Petra made sure her grapevine was not going to break and she continued to widen her legs to stretch Trent's leg and put pressure on his groin area.

Their jostling caused her chest to slide up towards his face almost endangering him in breast smother territory. Petra would secure the grip of his arms and pin them back to the mats and they were back to square one with Petra effectively pinning him down in a grapevined position, smugly grinning down at him.

Trent would glare up into her eyes, letting out a grunt in frustration.

"Tsk, I may have underestimated you by judging you when I first saw you" he admitted. "Release me so we can get up and grapple again" he proposed as he stopped struggling.

[Devilish53]

"That would not be in the spirit of the match, would it?" Petra sounded as if she was asking, but in truth she was actually telling Trent, as her grin gave away. To give her foe a easy out from what was a fully realised spar was not something she was even considering!

"I must be making you submit, because this is a match now!" Her hands loosening up though not intentionally, Trent would find that Petra's focus was simply put downstairs. Her head turning for what good it did her, Trent would feel the muscular thighs of the Greek begin to flex and pull, as she sought to turn that grapevine pin into a full blown stretch!

[Teenwrestler]

After realizing he was pinned down and trapped in a grapevine, Trent sought to perhaps restart the spar. To show his bona fide, he would even stop struggling whilst he requested for a restart to his quite capable opponent. Petra would grin while looking down at the chiseled frame of her opponent, who was starting to work up a bit of a sweat.

However, to be fair to the Greek what she said did in fact make sense. This being a competitive spar, there was no reason why she would allow him to escape when she was at an advantageous position. "Nrgh make me submit? Gah, don't get too cocky Petra" he would hiss at her while glaring into her eyes with anger. Petra then loosened her hands up and began to focus on the grapevine, beginning to really stretch Trent's legs.

"Tsk?! AAHHHH" he would let out a bit of a scream when he felt the pain due to the stretching. "Damnit y-you're legs are....strong" he groaned. The Masterpiece attempted to take advantage of the fact that Petra had loosened up the grip of her arms that were pinning his arms down. Trent would push his arms up hoping the weakened grip and the oiled conditions would aid him.

Should his arms be free, he would attempt to wrap them around Petra's mid-section and give her a firm squeeze before bucking up into her and trying to roll them over.

[Devilish53]

"I am not being of cocky! This is fact becoming, yes?" Petra nodded, as if reaffirming herself whilst working the hold. The oil making it difficult for the Greek to go full out in the stretch, given that the closer she came the the point of really pushing out Trent's legs, the easier it would be for her male foe to slip out. Though, he had other ideas to mind when it came to escaping Petra's grip.

"Oh!" She'd coo out at first, before letting loose a little yelp at the pressure now on her waistline. Before she was even given time to bring her hands to those mitts in an attempt to part them, Petra found motion thrust upon her, as Trent sought to bring the Greek under him and perhaps compress her there.

Releasing her legs, she'd try to slide her left arm to the right side of Trent mid-roll. A motion that would be followed up by that arm pushing on Trent's skull, effectively forcing Petra's own body to turn and be on her side beneath her foe rather than her back!

[Teenwrestler]

Trent was not sure whether this was Petra's innocent or her cockiness, still her words did seem to hurt his male ego just a bit. The Greek would continue to spread his legs wider, it was impressive considering the oiled conditions and Trent in all honesty could have slipped his legs free with a few kicking and trashing of his legs. However, he went for something different and would wrap his arms around her waist and squeeze hard before thrusting himself up into her to roll the two over.

Petra would sense the danger and would bring her left arm towards the right side of Trent as the two rolled. Following that, she would shoot that arm towards towards his head and end up on her side under him. With Trent's plan foiled as he couldn't do much from this position, he would glare down at her before releasing her and backing up a bit whilst still on his knees.

The Masterpiece would slap the mats in frustration before bringing his arms up,"Come on, we're doing this again. I refuse to lose to a rookie" he growled.

[Devilish53]

Forcing herself into a posture seemingly too annoying to deal with, Petra turned her head to make sure this wasn't a trick. Finding more than enough space created by Trent for her to believe it wasn't, the Greek beauty spun onto her rear, soon enough sitting with her legs somewhat crossed as she looked up at Trent.

"Ha, I am hoping your ego does not make me the winner too easily!" She'd gleam innocently, before doing as requested. Her lithe form pushing up to a standing posture quickly, before she raised her hands, with a confident grin to bare.

[Teenwrestler]

Credit had to be given to Petra, she positioned herself in such a way that Trent wasn't going to achieve anything if he continued pursuing the roll. Instead, he would nudge her shoulder with his before backing up on all fours with a rather frustrated groan. Still, it was a chance to restart things and this time he would make sure he was ready for anything the Greek had to throw at him.

The Masterpiece backed up, slapping the mats in anger before hastily bringing his arms up to challenge Petra once more. Petra, loving the challenge that Trent was giving her would spin onto her rear to face him, gleaming innocently while taunting him just a bit. "Tch, are you sure its not your ego that will cost you this match instead?" he would say.

With that, Trent would stand up and approach Petra carefully. Once he was in grappling distance, he would throw himself at her to lock up in a very up-close and personal clinch.

[Devilish53]

Petra did not back away from Trent, even if it was apparent by now that the strength advantage did not belong to her. But she was wise in the fact she had registered that whilst Trent spoke of ego, it was perhaps the fact that the female Greek was controlling him that was sending his temper slowly up and up. A feat Petra made sure to try and use.

For even if she could not move about well whilst holding back the male wall clinching with her, she'd be just as unmovable herself. Her arms extended fully to keep Trent back as far as she could, whilst bringing back her legs to keep the leverage somewhat even. Effectively keeping her body out of harms way, should Trent suddenly seek to abandon that clinch in search of a lock on her body or limb.

[Teenwrestler]

The more they wrestled, the more hot headed Trent was starting to become. His emotions now getting the better of him and he wasn't thinking of strategy when approaching his opponent. He wanted to dominate her by just brute force but in the oiled conditions and against a skilled opponent like Petra, perhaps this was not the wisest of choices.

Locked up in a clinch, Trent sought to immediately bully her into one of the nearby walls but Petra would grapple smartly. She made sure to fully extend her arms whilst stretching her legs back making sure Trent was kept at a distance. "Tch! Y-you" he growled, unable to break the stalemate.

"Nrgh W-why can't I beat you! ARGHH" he growled in frustration still trying to push and push like a raging bull.

[Devilish53]

Petra was admittedly growing a little more concerned at the mental state of her foe. This spar was growing all the more tense, but she didn't think that had to include the temper of herself and Trent. With the latter soon enough building a redness to his face.

"I am thinking you should calm now!" Petra muttered out amidst efforts to hold Trent back, as she found her male foe looking to get her off the mats entirely! The head of the Greek turning, as it became apparent to her that he was seeking to force her back-first into the wall behind her!