Outmatched in Oil Semifinals - Angelina Tarrant v. Shelby "Little Dollie" Marwood

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Outmatched in Oil Tournament Match
Victory by verbal submission. Hentai and catfighting tactics (e.g. hair pulling) are allowed. Match takes place in a small, private matroom with oil on the ground. Wrestlers will be nude and must be oiled up before starting the match. The winner earns the right to sexually humiliate the loser and moves on to the Outmatched in Oil finals.

Angelina Tarrant v. Shelby 'Little Dollie' Marwood (NSFW)

[Flamintree]

The ground wasn't as slippery as before. That was the first thing that Shelby noticed as she stepped back into the arena, though a part of her wondered if she was just more used to it now after her last match. She frowned a little as she brushed a few fingers over her exposed shoulders. The room was chilly from the air conditioning, yet somehow she found herself sweating. Was it the lights? Or maybe it was just the exhaustion from the previous match?

She wasn't entirely sure, but that wasn't really relevant right now. She shook her head to clear it of those distracting thoughts. She didn't have time to worry about trivial things like that. She needed to focus on the match coming up, and how she was going to conquer her next rival. Ada hadn't been as difficult as she'd worried, but she knew that she couldn't afford to get cocky after just one win. That was how a victory turned to a loss.

She had a few moments before her rival arrived, so she took the time to make note of all the cameras in the room. She'd have to make sure to try and get good angles of her delicates against her opponent's. Hm, that camera over there would make for a perfect pussy grinding shot if she could just angle things right... ugh, but she doubted she'd have the luxury of worrying about that too much during the match, too.

Before she could go on another tangent, the sound of approaching footsteps from outside the room reached her ears. Her opponent for this round, most likely. Pursing her lips, she toyed with her braids a little as she wondered if this would be the right hairstyle for a fight like this. Giving her opponent handles to pull did not exactly strike her as an effective strategy, but more importantly it might get in the way of a good face to face shot from the cameras. For someone so focused on milking every bit of publicity from this fight as possible, that might be a problem.

She hadn't had the time to adjust anything by the time Angelina entered the room, though. She was busy twirling one of her braids around a pointer when the door finally opened and her foe made her way into the arena. Immediately, she put on her show face, clapping her hands together and greeting the newcomer.

"Hi! It's so good to meet you!" She introduced in a tone so sickeningly sweet it could not possible be real.

[Monsy]

Fighting naked SUCKED. So damn exposed. Everything was colder. She felt smaller, which made her yearn for extra meat on her arms, legs, and maybe even a pinchable stomach. Cardio shot that in the foot.

She had some Tylenol after dealing with her clumsy slut of a friend. Hulk-like strength but so goddamn uncoordinated that it landed in the category of 'So bad, it's good' strategy. The real kickah was being able to walk away from them, then chill in the showers where she shuffled off the sex stench, lathered up with natural soaps and got herself smellin' pretty for the next sesh. She stayed naked for her next turn and mostly wore a couple of towels, then chilled on a bench with her phone and knapsack that only had one change of clothes.

The fun bit was oiling up again. Getting all the creases and savoury bits. Shinin' up the boobs, gettin' the ass, midriff then the supple thighs which had a particular arousing effect, second only to lathering up her neck. She took a picture in the mirror, then tossed her phone into her bag and made headway to the match room, arriving on time.

“Yoooo!” Angelina announced herself loudly as the door crept open and she slid herself inside. Cameras were the first thing she noticed and had her face rippling into a reddish tint again. So she turned around, closed the door then pushed off the wall into a slide across the oil mat. It was best to just keep eyes on them than the cams. But that voice her wincing and her head flinched. She glanced once adjusted.

“H-Hi, Sunshine.”
Deep breath in. Then out. Shelby looked like a piece of cotton candy. Fairly normal-sized. Hopefully nothin freakish. As much as she didn’t mind being choked, one more bruise and she’d feel like a grape.

“You’re uh, Shelby Marwood, yeah? I heard ya rockin’ a three and oh’ record. Ready to drop that zero?”

[Flamintree]

Her gaze instantly swept over the opponent that she'd been matched against for this second round, appraising her. Conventionally attractive, nice breasts comparable to her own, decently curvy hips. Yep, this girl had everything a woman really needed to draw in an audience. Loud, showy... easily embarrassed? She hadn't missed the stutter nor the flinch. She couldn't help but be amused that she was the bigger fighter here despite her nickname of Little Dollie, even if it was only by a few centimetres.

She blinked as the woman spoke again, snapped out of her brief trance. Well, it looked like someone had done their research. She would have to be careful not to underestimate this one. "You've heard of me, huh? But while we're in here, I'm the Little Dollie!". She pumped her fists like a newbie getting pumped and played up her innocence. "Let's have a good match, Miss Marauder!" Her eyes seemed to gleam with a brazen confidence that made you want to root for her, like an underdog standing up against great odds.

She used their rings names to really play up her naiveté, treating this all like it was some sort of roleplaying game rather than an actual wrestling match. The higher pitch of her tone was a part of that too, making her seem just a little bit younger and greener. It wasn't noticeably, but it helped with her whole cute, innocent maiden thing that she had going on. She liked the idea of people thinking her innocent.

It made them let their guards down easier.

"I'll give it my best, and you better do the same!" She cheered on the outside.

"This voice is killing me today..." She groaned on the inside.

[Monsy]

Nails on a fuckin’ chalkboard. Some sorta…
Actually, she isn’t sure what to call it. Cocaine?
At least it helped make her less ashamed standing still naked. Rather, her energy went towards trying to remain friendly with someone who was… being nice? Little Dollie. Fist pump. Cute, sure. But. Ugh.

“Yeeeeeaaaah.” Angelina said, stalling out her voice as the pitch dipped. Her gaze wandered off and she drooped into some brief apathy. One arm crossed under her bust and held her opposite arm. Still, she WAS an obstacle. But if they’re going to trap her in a small white room to have sex on camera, she at least wanted a ball gag for their pig-tailed daddy’s girl talk.

And the last thing she said finalized that desire into a need.
Angelina snapped her head back into focus, directly making eye contact. The way she pushed up her smile was forced and came with a sigh out her nose. “Ok, Shelby. Look-Look. Before we start.” A hand extended and sought to place on their shoulder in a friendly, heart-to-heart gesture.

One eye was tensed, and she positioned her stance slightly bladed so one shoulder was ahead, with that being the one reaching to Shelby's own shoulder. Her opposite arm draped down her side. She figured out EXACTLY what she needed to fix this, and it was simply five words… “Please. Shut the fuck up.”

Then a fat slap across the face.

[Flamintree]

The arena they'd been lead to was pretty echoey, which meant that the sound of the slap seemed to bounce off the walls. The force of the blow jerked Shelby's head to the side, before there was silence. It wasn't long, only a few seconds at most, but it seemed to stretch out for an eternity. If Angelina was paying attention, she might be able to hear her opponent whisper something under her breath. It was quiet, too quiet for the cameras to pick up, but in the silence it seemed as loud as a scream. Shelby's voice, her true voice, was deathly calm as she murmured under her breath.

"So that's how this is gonna go, huh?"

Truthfully, the Little Dollie had been hoping to avoid too much physical violence. After her easy victory against Ada, she had been hoping that she might be able to handle this with sex alone. The fewer injuries she had, the better condition that she would be in to face her final foe. That, however, did not mean that she was unwilling to turn things violent. For a brief moment, the Marauder would catch a hint of wrath dancing in the Dollie's eyes, but that lasted only for a second before the unmoving pinkette sprung to life once more.

She rubbed her cheek, laughing a little. Her voice had returned to the cheery, high pitched tone that she had been using before the slap, and she acted... oddly. "Haha, good one! Seems like you are giving it your best... after all!" And then she lunged, aiming to tackle her opponent to the floor. It wasn't often that she had the size advantage, and she was looking to fully exploit that today as she tried to pin her opponent's wrists to the mat. Her grin was wide with a false playful friendliness that did a poor job of hiding the wrathful glee that set her eyes ablaze. She clearly had no intentions of letting that slap go unpunished.

[Monsy]

Now THAT was the gunpowder she wanted up her veins. The tingly hurt in her palm after delivering ten times the damage. Angelina had stretched her thumb and middle finger across her face, pulled down the corners of her eyes as she got somethin' totally worth the instigation: a moment of peace.

Though. The void that sank across the room made even the faintest shift something to tickle the eardrum. It starved for stimulation of any kind. But Angelina was still loud inside her own head, playing angry thoughts she thought twice about saying. So far. Shelby, for as quiet as the room became, had slipped underneath the Marauder's radar. And for now, Angelina didn't really care.

She did catch those eyes. The wrath of little dollie into the pirate's contemptuous purple cats. Much fuckin' bettah, she thought and nearly smiled. Now just stay that way and fuuuuuuuuu----- .... She flipped back. "Oh for pirate sake--WAGH!" Angelina had thrown her arms down and looked up in frustration, only to be caught by Shelby's sudden lunge that smoked her off her feet. Her legs kicked up and went past Shelby's back, so when Angelina hit the ground, it was with her shoulder-blades, popping the air from her lungs. Wheezing followed, dry, mouth-open, tongue on her bottom lips until she rolled it back in. "F-FUCKIN' OW!"

Quick as you like, Shelby was straddling top. Mister and Misses noodle arms didn't help much here, pinned flat, just like her back. The girl's weight on-top, legs together, with oily thighs rubbing as she squirmed. "Not even close, Little Dollie! Or should I call ya little shit! I'll show ya my best right fuckin' now!"

Her legs spread so the feet planted a wide base. Then, she arched her hips to meet their crotch -- and tried with full sails to wedge them off, twisting towards one shoulder and making a tight face, eyes closed, lips together and faint wrinkles in her forehead and cheeks.

[Flamintree]

Of course, she hadn't been expecting someone like Angelina to go down easily. The Marauder had proven with her action that she was someone who would go down swinging if at all, and that meant that Shelby was well prepared for her retaliation. In a normal match, Angelina's thrust wouldn't have done anything with the position that Shelby had made for herself.

Unfortunately for the Little Dollie, she had failed to account for the gimmick of the match - the oil that now lathered their bodies. With her grip far looser than she had been planning for, the twisting hips of her opponent below her pushed her off onto the mat next to the redhead. The powerful strike from below would probably have turned the tables and put her on her own back had she not thrown out a hand at the last moment to catch herself.

She forced a cheerful giggle that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Wow, you're better than I was expecting!" She used her cutesy demeanour as a bit of a distraction from her hand behind her coiling back, waiting for Angelina to recover a moment before she thrust forward again. Instead of trying to pin her opponent this time, she reached for the redhead's face. The hand that Shelby had used to catch herself earlier was now covered in oil, oil that she fully intended to rub into the Marauder's eyes to blind her.

She couldn't hide the viciousness in her grin as she made for her rival's peepers, knowing that it would earn her a significant upper hand if she could pull it off. "But you'll see how great my best is!" She crowed as she used all her strength to try and overpower any defence her opponent might put up between the Little Dollie's fingers and the Marauder's eyes. It was a bit of a dirty tactic, she had to admit, but she didn't think that someone like Angelina deserved to be played with fairly.

[Monsy]

Worth a shot. This Little Shelby shit had her on bottom, and pretty stuck too. There’s little give to be had, but to swim in loose friction, which was more like coupling with extra slack. She can rub herself on them, up and down, maybe, but there was always something like weight, her arms or legs to make the deal impossible. At least -- with a blunt hammer approach.

“And your voice is incredibly vexing!” Angelina replied, straight from her dirty-dirty heart. And while she almost had the escape, there then came another teensy-weensy obstacle. Fingering. And not in the good hole. “SWEET FUCK--” Angelina’s hands instantly latched onto that invading hand, with all the tension of swelling eyeballs shuffling in its socket, pushing against bone and lubricated so the blood vessels bulged into some Egyptian delta. She kept the scream in, but really, the scream was just outed in curse words. “YA SHIT-CHEWIN, COTTON-CANDY LITTLE SQUEALY PIG-HEAD OF A SLUT-CANDLE!” Angelina kicked the ground with these arrhythmic, agonized stomps. Her shoulders tossed and turned, along with her head that thrashed to get away. “I DON’T HAVE EYE INSURANCE!!”

[Flamintree]

"You sure trash talk like you do..." She giggled cruelly as she continued her assault. She made sure to get a good smear in before she allowed the redhead to force her hands off. She was just trying to blind her for the match til she could wash out her eyes, after all, not blind her for good. Knowing that there was almost certainly going to be some retaliation for that, she chose to give up her position on top in favour of retreating. She pushed herself off of the Marauder, using the slippery ground to her advantage and sliding across it to put some distance between the two of them.

Now separated from her opponent once again, she pushed herself to her feet and put up her guard. A hand was thrown in front of her own eyes just in case Angelina tried to fight fire with fire, but of course the other was prepared for a more straightforward charge. In the sweetest, most irritating voice that she could possibly muster, she began to croon. "Oh no! Are you ok, Miss Marauder?" She pretended to worry. It was half a show for the audience and half a taunt for her opponent who would definitely be able to tell that she wasn't really very sorry.

She briefly considered if she should have pushed her advantage and gone on the offence, but after a moment decided that with the motivation to fight that she'd just given her rival, it was better that she prepare for a counterattack. Besides, she'd already given her up her top position already, so it wasn't like she could just take it back if she changed her mind now.