Time to Oil Up! - Eve Summers Vs Petra Adamos

[thesteedman]

Eve was taken off guard as Petra was able to nimbly roll across her form, managing to go over her head and cause the British DJ turned wrestler discomfort and confusion after she passed over her face. Using the oils to her advantage as well as her leverage, Petra was able to quickly reposition herself behind Eve as the English woman was trying to sit herself up. It only played into Petra's hands, as she was able to hook one of her arms around her head, managing to capture Eve in a headlock!

"Uugh! Very nice..." Eve could not help but compliment despite her current ailments.

Eve gasped out, feeling immediate discomfort when the grip tightened upon her skull. She groaned out in pain, and given her head was not exactly oiled up like the rest of her stunning and alluring form, escaping the hold was not quite as easy as she anticipated when she tried to remove herself from the vice like grip. Eve bit on her lower lip firmly, trying to shift her form, looking to slip up to her knees if she could, before she began to push against Petra's grip upon her head.

Trying to slip herself around would have been more ideal to perhaps wrap her arms around Petra's core once more and look for a suplex, but Petra had a perfect position to deny Eve such a move. With a grimace, Eve tried to force her form against Petra's, pushing against the oiled canvas of the ring, just about able to get some decent leverage as she tried to press into Petra and bring her down onto her back. Her hope was naturally to try and pry her head free during the distractiing shove attempt.

[Devilish53]

Petra didn't take in time to appreciate Eve's compliment - already she was making motions towards turning the moment into something more dominant than a simple headlock. Though she'd have to be quick it seemed, given Eve was looking to do the same!

Finding her waistline snagged from something of a side-on posture, Petra was quick to lose what height she had. Spreading her legs wide, she'd somewhat sprawl out to make Eve's lifting motion nigh impossible, unless the DJ was something of an outright powerhouse. Even then Petra was confident she'd deny that lift, given the oil upon her lithe body!

Squeezing down upon that head she had snagged not a moment longer, Petra looked to push upon Eve's head as she released it. To try and force her British foe to fall upon her front, preferably on all fours!

From there, Petra would seek a little vengeance as she effectively looked to fall upon Eve. With her legs pushing to get atop of the gal and dangle off her rear side as if she were a koala bear, with her arms shooting just under Eve's bust. To lock together, and squeeze a good gasp out of her from behind!

[thesteedman]

"Uugh!" Eve grimaced as Petra once more began to apply pressure onto her skull, giving her head a squeeze with her arm. The pressure gave Eve significant pain and discomfort, as she looked to scramble free with more desperation. That in turn only seemed to play more into Petra's plans however, as she willingly surrendered the grip upon her head, but used Eve's momentum to escape against her. With a firm shove against her head, Eve was thrown off balance, slipping and falling onto her stomach upon the wet and slippery surface with a grunt.

Just as she began to rise, Petra struck like a powerful constrictor, pounding upon her prey and latching onto her back the moment Eve was on her hands and knees. With the oils spreading all over, Eve nearly lost her balance and ended up flat on her stomach, but she managed to maintain some sense of control and balance... not that it did her any good. By now Petra was sliding up against her back, her alluring and mostly exposed form pressing against her as her soft yet oiled up skin slid and grinded against her own. Her legs secured onto her hips, having a firm grasp with her thighs, whilst the real attack came in the form of a bearhug from behind.

Eve moaned out as Petra's arms slipped around her ribs, locking just under her breasts in a tight embrace. Petra naturally began to squeeze the breath from her with her arms locked as they were around her chest. Eve bit on her lower lip, reaching with one hand in an attempt to pry free as rational thought escaped her for a moment from the lack of air. Eve managed to regain some composure after a few seconds, knowing she could not simply just pry free of such a grip. Eve looked to try and bring herself upright upon her knees, hoping the slippery oils might assist in helping her slip free, before Eve looked to throw herself back, hoping to slam Petra below her in an effort to be free of the debilitating embrace... as pleasant as it was to feel Petra's form against her own.. she knew remaining in such a hold would only lead to eventual defeat!

[Devilish53]

Eve would not be in danger of being squeezed in half here - Petra was strong, but she was more cardio than power. But with that more toned, equally balanced frame came the threat of a longer hold than most. If Eve didn't break free of her own accord, then nothing was going to stop Petra holding on. She liked the idea of putting on a show, but if need be, she'd keep the same hold for the rest of the encounter if it meant a resounding win - one to be proud of!

Flexing her biceps in short bursts, the pressure left Eve for only seconds at a time before it came to her again. Petra wasn't so foolish as to lock oily fingers together - she'd clenched either wrist just before either hand starts, to make sure she had the strongest grip possible. Had she had her way, she'd of gone considerably further and found the next foothold with her grip - that being hands finding either elbows. But for the moment, she needed to slow Eve down.

Staying tight, Petra's front never once left Eve's back even as the girl pushed up to her knees. Fearful of the idea of her foe going further just to slide upon her in something of a reverse splash, Petra opted to bring about the same position but on her own terms. By willingly falling back - pulling Eve with her!

Though the impact of the lithe frame in front of her was still a notable one, it was far from being as painful as the one Eve would have given had she fallen on her with momentum to her kick. With this Petra had managed to brace herself for the fall, meaning that much to Eve's chagrin, the hold hadn't weakened even remotely! Whatsmore, Eve was now in the worse position of being atop of the coiling Greek snake, with few places to go as she spread out her legs to stop Eve rolling!

[thesteedman]

Eve gasped out loud when Petra managed to stay one step ahead in the game. Before Eve could think to use her body as a weapon against her, Petra was already in motion, taking away such a vantage when she was able to fall back, naturally bringing Eve with her given the firmness of her current vice like grip. Eve was on her back, feeling Petra's chest and bare abs pressing firmly against her near naked back, not once giving even so much of an inch of separation between the two. Though many wrestlers were capable of breaking ribs with powerful bearhugs, Petra's did not feel any less dangerous despite the obvious different method of attack.

Her embrace tightened in quick succession, opting for bursts of consistent squeezing. Even when Eve had figured out her rhythm, able to tense up and endure with each bout of pressure... it made little difference. Petra Adamos was still slowly and surely wearing her body down. A soft moan was forced from Eve as she gripped at Petra's arms, the oils sliding between the two making it hard to get the grip she desired. Any attempts she made to grip at her wrist had her grasp slipping further up Petra's tensing arms, failing to really pry as she would have desired. Biting on her lower lip, and feeling Petra's legs slowly spread from below her made Eve realise she was in quite the spot of bother, knowing that rolling would be near impossible given how Petra had positioned herself!

"Uugh... You have me good. Not sure how I'm going to get out of this one..." Eve confessed with a breathless whisper, taking a moment to focus on breathing... something that was increasingly becoming more difficult as Petra kept the relentless pressure pumping around her now straining core. Though rolling was no longer an option... given her alluring form was coated in oils, Eve considered if twisting was still possible? Taking a few more deep breaths, Eve wondered if she could still rotate herself within Petra's oily grasp, looking to turn around and face her oppressor. Whilst she would no doubt remain in the bearhug, it gave her some options to strike back. Biting her lower lip, Eve looked to twist herself around if she could, hoping to spin within the oiled grip... if successful, it was her intent to try and wrap one of her arms around Petra's neck and pull her in for a frontal sleeper hold!

[Devilish53]

Petra's creativity in adjusting the hold in response to Eve's motions was becoming apparent. That, and how determined she was to stay latched, and wear down her toned foe in an opening hold to the match. Again and again the Greek would flex down, squeezing not only her arms to torture Eve's waistline, but her legs in tandem as well. So that the pain from her crushing hold wouldn't spur Eve to suddenly try for a roll to her side - for if she did, Petra's legs would be ready.

Shutting her eyes as she put focus onto the hold, Petra would turn her head left and right as to avoid resting her cheek again on her foe. It was not to say there was anything wrong on her end from snuggling with the girl she was trying to python into submission - she simply didn't want oil in her mouth or up her nose!

But whilst the Greek was putting every bit of effort into stopping her foe from pushing away or rolling to her side, there was no focus from the Greek towards stopping Eve from rolling within her grip. If anything the oil made it impossible to stop Eve, for all Petra could do was try and grip to her sides to halt her progress. A pointless motion, given how slippery said sides were!

Now facing Eve, Petra looked to make her foe regret her motion, even if Eve was allowed the luxury of a chance to squeeze Petra back. With the squeeze around her waistline still attached - if anything more effective given she was squeezing Eve's front against her own, Petra shifted focus to making Eve's legs ache almost just as badly. Bringing in one leg at a time to hook around Eve's own, only after Petra had both snagged did she suddenly push up. To force the lower body of her darker skinned foe into something of a reverse romero; stretching out her thighs in an uncomfortable manner, all the whilst trying to squeeze her ribs in!

[thesteedman]

There was body contact.... a lot of body contact.

Anyone watching the two scantily clad women were no doubt in for a sight, one that would be remembered and no doubt cemented as a classic moment in the LAW. There had been plenty of oil matches within the federation, but there was something about the combined beauty of both Petra Adamos and Eve Summers that would become simply unforgettable. The chests of both ladies began to press and slide together, forcing some excess oil to slide from their heaving chests. Their bare stomachs remained locked together for the moment, as both women grinded as a result from the ongoing bearhug Petra had locked, all whilst Eve now hugged Petra back, having one arm around her chest tight as the other remained around her neck. Legs wrestled and entwined for control... creating a rather sensual scene for those watching both at home and live in the audience.

Eventually Petra would prevail, managing to hook her legs in such a manner around Eve's that she was able to begin to press, hoisting her lower body from the ground in a unique bearhug and reverse Romero-esque hold. The result forced Eve to moan out loud in pain and discomfort, feeling gravity being used against her, as her form was arched, stretched and squeezed! Eve gasped out, her grip slipping upon Petra as she was desperate to try and break free. Her toes curled and her head whipped back, feeling the unique hold clinch all the tighter. Her chest was squeezed, driving her scantily clad form against Petra's, whilst her legs were pushed and stretched backwards behind her, beginning to put unbearable pressure upon her lower spine in combination to everything else that was going on.

If this continued... the match was going to be short! Eve's chest heaved against Petra's with each strained breath, before she looked to retake her own grip with somewhat of a cunning idea in mind. Her arm slipped around Petra's neck, as she pulled her in, tightening her oily grip around her slender neck and squeezing, whilst her other arm once more slid around her back, managing to slide under her with ease thanks to the oils around both of their stunning forms. Whilst Pedra no doubt had a headstart with her own submission, Eve looked to turn the tide of her situation, giving Petra's neck a good amount of pressure to restrict her airflow... the trump card as it where however came when Eve slipped her lips ever so delicately against Petra's... before the famous DJ smiled in a sly and seductive manner. It was then she began to kiss Petra, locking her lips around her own for a deep and passionate makeout... part of its purpose to slowly suffocate Petra and perhaps force her to release... but most of its purpose being that Eve simply wanted to kiss the beauty below her.

[Devilish53]

Petra had to be strategic - if she was going to strain her arms and legs out to this degree and not bring about a submission from Eve, she'd be leaving herself vulnerable for the rest of the match. How was she suppose to defend herself, when her arms and legs would still be aching from the effort?

Such was a saving grace for Eve, but not a great one. Petra was methodical in her motions; she never went all out, but she constantly poured on a strong amount of pressure with her arms and strain with her legs at near all times. It would have been wiser perhaps for the Greek to throw in some breaks towards her motions, but to do so would have taken the effectiveness off nigh entirely!

Though all the same, Eve had little interest in playing victim to that bearhug with a romero thrown in. The arm of her lithe bodied foe came to the Greek's neck in tight fashion, pressing the wind out of Petra and making her eyes water. At least for a second or so, before she opted to shut them, as to focus on her efforts. Though little could be done against an outright alien attack, in the form of a smooch!

Eyes widening near instantly, Petra's hold didn't intensify but instead stayed the exact same. Stuck in a moment almost, shock took over altogether as the Greek's eyes near bulged out of her head. With a moan coming from her - one of pure shock, as she lay underneath the DJ completely bewildered as to what to do!

[thesteedman]

Eve had been expecting Petra to react in some way, perhaps attempt to thrash her off, release her or dare she even think of it... perhaps even kiss back. Her grip was tight upon her fellow bikini clad beauty, tightening her choke hold upon her slender throat whilst their alluring bodies continued to press and grind together from the struggle the two had endured. Ever so slightly, Eve was able to tighten her hold, but in truth her focus was on the kiss right now. There was no denying Eve Summers knew how to kiss. The manner in which she worked her lips softly upon Petra's whilst her tongue danced with Petra's in an alluring manner that no way felt invasive.

Eve hummed softly, enjoying the feel of Petra's form against her own. For a few moments she forgot she was being squeezed and stretched out of shape, the pain subsiding as an afterthought in the back of her mind even if it was just for a few precious seconds. Eve winced when that illusion began to fade, causing her to moan in pain given the tight grip around her body in Petra's bearhug, whilst her legs dominated her own. The pain was growing with each second… but Eve was confident she could hold out. Petra would need to breath, and Eve continued to dominate, albeit softly control her breathing with a deepening kiss and a slight clinch of her oiled up arm around Petra's delicate neck.

What surprised Eve however was that Petra simply did not react at all to the counter Eve had upon her. Though a moan was pressed from her lips into Eve, it felt like she was at a loss of what to do! In truth... this suited Eve perfectly. It meant she could indulge upon the Greek alluring beauty all the more. Eve had no intention of stopping, slowly grinding herself up a little firmer against Petra, a motion made easier given the tight grip Petra had upon her bare core with her embrace. Eve moaned quietly herself, partly due to the increasing agony of the hold Petra had... partly because of the moment she was sharing with the Greek goddess below her. If Petra remained in this position, the poor girl would eventually pass out. Eve was willing to bank on that and endure her own predicament...

[Devilish53]

Petra was stunned by Eve's choice of tactics, but with breathlessness rapidly approaching, it was apparent that Eve didn't simply lock her lips because she liked the Greek. Nay, this was an effective counter!

Still holding on tightly with her arms, squeezing away at Eve's rear side and crushing her firm frame, Petra's legs released all at once. The loss of strain on Eve's limbs likely felt rather nice to the DJ, but Petra didn't simply let loose her legs for the sake of it. Nay, she would try to actively press her foot against the canvas, to heave herself into a roll. With Eve naturally following!

Whilst Petra was ideally looking to clamber atop her foe, the Greek didn't care if she simply got to her side. Anything was better than being on her back and trapped in Eve's smooch, with the former position not only allowing her to arch her back to break the kiss altogether, but to damn near dig her abs into Eve's own!

A motion she didn't think Eve would seemingly mind, at least at first, given how hard the DJ was trying to grind her now!