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

[thesteedman]

Sophia tried to pull free of the oppressing grapples she had been subjected too. The oils still worked to her favour despite her lack of experience with such a style of wrestling. Octavie herself barely wore anything at all, meaning their flesh grinded and slipped together. At this point, Sophia's Gi pants were actually to her own detriment as Octavie used them against her, grasping them for leverage every time Sophia looked about able to slip away. This time was no different! Sophia managed to slide from under Octavie, looking to scramble and get some distance, but a grasp upon her Gi pants pulled her right back into the terrible embrace obsessed foe!

This time, Octavie was able to clamber onto her back, bringing her stomach first into the oils with a splash. An arm snaked around her neck, whilst legs threatened to entwine around her own or even potentially wrap around her waist. In a desperate scramble, Sophia was able to slip one of her arms upwards at least, breaking some dangerous leverage on that arm. It remained around her neck for certain, but it would not be so easy to choke Sophia out with her having good defence.

Granted... this style of fighting was new to Sophia, and she realised Octavie was not actually trying to choke her out. She was simply being more methodical and relying on these grapples and embraces to sap the strength and energy from Sophia. For certain the German had spectacular stamina, but this exhausting technique was proving solid already. Octavie was in Sophia's head, this lewd and sensual manner of wrestling making the beautiful but scarred German panic and waste energy trying to get away. It was also demoralising, being trapped once more when Sophia thought she had earned freedom! With Octavie's arm around her neck, Sophia had no choice but to turn a little towards her tormentor, knowing a choke could be locked down if she was not careful!

[TheManVan]

Octavie continued to pour the pressure on her opponent, wrapping her arm around Sophie’s neck to wrangle her opponent from worming away from her. She would continue to exert her control over her more conservative opponent, pulling on the neck as Octavie got to her knees, holding her in place to show everyone her oily visage. As long as Sophia tried to escape her, Octavie was determined to snuff every attempt and smother her opponent into submission.

Keeping her lock firm around the neck, still focus on just controlling the martial artist, Octavie felt the small adjustment to turn into her to search for any bit of freedom out of the hold.

A cruel smirk curled on her face, Octavie pulled up on her arm to wrench on Sophia’s head for a chin lock to straighten her back, “No no, don’t think that you’re going to find a way to slip out of this one so easily!” She sneered as she would continue raising her arm to stretch out Sophia’s neck to weaken another point of Sophia’s body!

[thesteedman]

Sophia moaned out loud as she was pulled into a C like shape whilst she was on her knees. Octavie slipped up behind her, pinning her shins down to the mat, before pulling on her chin to arch her in a flexible yet excruciating manner! Sophia's intoxicating form was now on display, her to die for midriff straining and stretched, doused and glistening in oils. The German All Round wrestler began to try at Octavie's hands as they gripped just below her chin, keeping her head right back to the point where she could see the expression of Octavie... seeing the sinister woman smile as her own alluring form was left exposed.

This was not the kind of wrestling Sophia Wolfe was designed for, and she gasped out in pain, trying to break free. Her mind was in panic mode, and Octavie was taking every bit of advantage of her and the situation. Octavie was relentless in her style of wrestling, making certain that Sophia did not break free, constantly smothering her, embracing her, stretching and bending her.. anything to wear her down and weaken her whilst the two struggled within the oils! Sophia had to think... it was hard as she was in so much pain, combined with feeling humiliated by the style of match!

Grimacing, she knew it was dangerous, but she decided to slide back against Octavie, using the oils! She knew this would put her in range for a potential hold, but it would relieve the terrible pressure on her neck and her lower back. She hoped to take Octavie off guard, hoping to twist around before she could secure a hold or embrace upon her. It was then Sophia tried to bring her legs up and kick her hard, looking to send her back with assistance of the oils and attempt to create some space between the two wrestlers.

[TheManVan]

Octavie was feeling exceptionally vindicated with how she was holding down the talented and trained fighter that was Sophia with nothing but her body, never mind the fact that they were in oil! “Ah aha ha haha! Oh come now! A woman of your calibur shouldn’t be bested by oil alone!” She confidently cried out, continuing to pull on Sophia’s neck to stretch her out, fighting against Sophia’s attempts to break free.

Twisting and turning, using every chance to stretch and wrench Sofia and tear away at her stamina, posting up on her knees to exert the full amount of strain, showing Sophia the amount that she could exert at a whim. However, at her most strongest, Octavie was in a for a rude awakening that she wasn’t in absolute control of the situation as Sophia pushed back.

Octavie’s knees wasn’t able to anchor herself down with the same oil that was giving her so much success had been turned against her, her knees slipping out from underneath and with Sophia pushing into her, she was left sandwiched on the mats! “Guuuuh!” She gasped out, her arms loosening from around Sophia, quickly regaining herself as she tried to grab a hold of Sophia.

But her opponent had slipped away from her, causing Octavie to let out a frustrated growl that was emphasized with a hard smack to the oil mats! Sliding around on the oil, Octavie slid to spin around onto her stomach, dragging herself towards Sophia to try and get a hold of her!

[thesteedman]

It was all psychological on Octavie's part, but it was working a charm. The constant struggling, the smothering and pinning holds, the sheer amount of body contact, it was all greatly affecting Sophia's ability to perform. Octavie was running rings around her, until a moment of luck combined with sheer desperation would finally turn things around, at least for a brief moment. Sophia gasped out as she was able to slip away, but Octavie was hot on her tail, her arms opened wide, looking to ensnare Sophia and begin the struggle anew.

By now, panic had set in. The mind games were working, with Sophia dreading what Octavie had in mind to oil her up, caress and further drain her. Fortunately, Sophia was not panicked enough that she did not see opportunity when it offered itself. Such was Octavie's desperation to recapture her, her slide across her stomach actually placed her near Sophia's own legs. With wide eyes, Sophia seized the moment, quickly throwing up her legs to wrap around Octavie's neck in a headscissors hold! Her sodden and oil soaked Gi pants slapped as those legs locked hard, trapping Octavie well with a frontal figure four headscissors. Pulling on her bare ankle, Sophia looked to clinch in the hold.

If all went well, she would have Octavie in a tough spot, and finally have launched her first real assault. The crowd cheered out loudly seeing that Sophia was finally at least taking a semblance of control in the match, seeing as thus far she had played the part of the mouse in this cat and mouse game. It was a much needed reprieve, as Sophia looked to tense her thighs and squeeze her foe... but it was clear she was far from her comfort zone, her bare stomach glistening in the oils, her elbows slipping a little whilst she tried to posture herself... but for now, she had Octavie!

[TheManVan]

Eager to get her hands back on Sophia, Octavie was reckless in her chase as she slid after her opponent. But all too eager had left Octavie vulnerable for Sophia to work her magic on her, throwing her legs out and quickly wrapping them tight on her head! “Nnnnnnngh!” Octavie cried out, the tables turning hastily on her as now she was the one trapped in a dangerous hold! Normally such a precise hold wouldn’t have been effective with being doused in oil, Sophia’s pants now being used in her favor as it provided enough traction to keep Octavie locked in!

The pair writhed on the oil again, Octavie’s arm wrapping up around on Sophia’s legs as she tried to counteract Sophia’s legs as much as she could to alleviate the pressure off of her head.

Octavie gritted her teeth, twisting her head back and forward to try and force herself free from the crushing thighs of her opponent, dragging her face against the oiled pants. The oil helped enough to keep Sophia from posting up and exerting her full strength over her, delaying the dangerous part for Octavie unless she had found a way to turn things back in her favor.

[thesteedman]

Sophia gasped out, finding at least a moment of calm amongst all of the chaos. Her heart was still racing, her cheeks slightly flushed and the pit of dread that nestled within her core showed no signs of shifting any time soon, but it was the first time the match had swung truly into her favour, and it was a reprieve Sophia had been desperate for. Octavie had spent so much time smothering her form that Sophia only just realised how out of breath she was right now. Her chest rose and fell, her cleavage glistening in the oils. Her bare stomach strained and tensed with each breath, no doubt having been tested by the full body pins.

This headscissors hold gave her a chance to regain her breath and her composure. Octavie fought for freedom, but the sodden gi pants actually came at an advantage, making it hard for Octavie to slip free. Sophia could not quite get the leverage she wanted to squeeze with the oils proving hard to master, but even lying on her side as she was now, Sophia's legs were still very dangerous. She bit on her lower lip hard, pulling on her bare ankle to tighten the scissor, taking a small amount of pleasure of finally having Octavie on the ropes as it were.

"Is this what you wanted?" Sophia whispered with an element of spite in her tone. Her thighs seemed to bulge around Octavie's head and neck as she looked to increase the pressure of the squeeze. She was in no rush to allow her captive to escape, aware that Octavie could not just powerbomb her to get free. It was difficult in the oils as Sophia experienced herself... however, Sophia was also cautious, aware that the manner of Octavie's fighting could result in many surprises!

[TheManVan]

Octavie growled out as she was trapped between the powerful thighs of her opponent that compressed around her head, everything was going well for her only for it to turn in on itself! Now she was the one in a compromising position with the clamps of thighs squeezing down tightly as the oiled gi pants had even more effect than normal, the thicker materials now clogged up around on Octavie's face with overwhelming her breathing on top of it all!

"Nnnnnngh!" the hold got tighter around on Octavie's head, Sophia showing what she could do with now a handle on herself, overcoming the discomforting situation that Octavie had sprung on her. Grunting and growling as she tried to get on her knees, looking to take back a modicum of control in this position while also trying again to slip her head out from between the thighs.

The attempt was not successful with the gi still cling to her face and giving unnecessary resistance. Irritated and flustered, Octavie was now getting sick of the gi now getting in her way, moving her hands up the thighs of Sophia, grabbing around the hem of the pants! She would begin to pull, looking to reveal more of Sophia's body as she attacked at Sophia's dignity!

But to just rely on attack Sophia's mental was foolhardy, she knew that she had to improve her position and with an opening she would attempt to roll over, while throwing her legs at Sophia trying to force Sophia onto her back and slide her body on top of her opponent for easier leverage in pulling her head free!

[thesteedman]

It was looking good for Sophia. Her hold was locked in deep, and Octavie was clearly struggling. Her legs had a deep squeeze upon Octavie's neck, squeezing her throat and restricting her air flow. The oils worked against the bikini clad woman, as she tried desperately to claw and pry at the legs holding her. At this rate she would not last long... everyone needed to breath, and Octavie was slowly beginning to move a little less and less as Sophia kept pumping her thighs, deepening the figure four headscissor hold. It was hard to get the leverage she wanted, or the squeeze would be more deeper, but the pressure she had on her foe would suffice... it was working.

There was one flaw however. The very material of her success was her Gi pants. Sodden and soaked in oils, there was enough of a grip there that Octavie could not just simply slip free... but during the desperate pries and struggles, Octavie would incidently find her own salvation. Sophia gasped out loud as the woman gripped at the rim of her Gi pants, pulling and exposing more of Sophia's oil coated stunning midriff. But she went beyond exposing more of her to die for form, she literally began to pull her Gi pants down, exposing the form fitting thin boyshorts that Sophia wore below.

If Sophia had kept her cool, she would have been able to simply hunker down and focus upon the headscissors... but being exposed as she was made her panic. She gasped out, reaching for Octavie to try and get her to stop, and in doing so loosened her headscissor at a critical moment. If Octavie was fast, she could slip free... and she could also take Sophia's Gi pants with her in the process!

[TheManVan]

Octavie's gritted smile curled across of her face as she pulled on the pants and her opponent's dignity came into play. The mere thought of being stripped even more at this point in the match had a profound effect on Sophia as her body recoiled and her legs loosened from around her head, enough to let Octavie's head enough room to pull her head out from between the legs. Freedom was hers at last as she got her knees underneath herself and rose up, but with cruel intentions on the mind and her hands still locked on the pants, she was intent on taking those pants with her to prevent them from ever being a part of this match again!

Pulling on the pants, she would roll Sophia onto her back and straighten out those legs to make the stripping all the more easier as she peeled off the oily pants from her opponent! The fans would erupt at more skin being shown as the cruel smile on Octavie's lips smeared across of her face! "Ha! Look at you! Imagine how much easier it would've been if you'd just strip rather than be a brute about this!" she sneered out, mashing the oiled up gi into a ball before lobbing it at Sophia's face to blind her with her prudish nature and open up her opportunity to straddle her opponent!