John Carnaby vs Xenia Savalas - Marble and Steam

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Match Rules: Win via submission, loser becomes a POW. Fight takes place in a massive bathhouse with a wrestling ring.

John Carnaby would admit that he wasn't sure why he signed up on LAW, considering that it had been ages since he'd gotten anything resembling a match. The artist however had been keeping active regardless in terms of working out and doing combat, when your patron was the well known Ryan Knight you weren't going to be sitting idly by and earn a paycheck. The Paragon might have had a contentious view from the LAW universe, however John was beloved for how he'd do art commissions of LAW wrestlers at such a modest price and for his style which even featured in galleries. Today he was given a match offer at a massive bathhouse that was even Greek styled, he'd have been a fool to not accept.

He arrived and parked his car outside and arrived to the place on the outskirts of town and entered into the place, the staff were friendly enough and got him into a changing room. John donned a pair of black trunks that did little to hide his body, which itself was like a statue chiselled from rock. Again his patron ensured no step was missed, then John walked down a hallway and already he could feel the steam on his skin. Then he opened the door and came across a massive steam laden pond with statues all around the place and a wrestling ring in the middle with wooden planks to get to it, John could barely see a few feet in front of him it was that hot!

Grabbing a bucket of water and drenching himself John gingerly walked to the wrestling ring and lay on one of the corners, this place was beautiful! He cast his gaze down at the waters below, the floor was green. The colour reminding him of a certain someone while he waited for his opponent to arrive.....

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Xenia was no stranger to gimmick match, having had a few under her belt during her career. However, the one she was about to compete in might be the wildest one yet, if only for its unique location. After all, how many people can claim to have wrestled in a bathhouse of all places? The thought of it made her want to take a nice, long dip in the water, but that would have to wait until after the match.

Xenia arrived at the bathhouse alone as the match would be a one-on-one encounter. Her sister, Korina, had wanted to accompany her and be in her corner for the match. Normally, Xenia would've welcomed that, but for this particular match she felt it best if to go it alone. Korina had protested, especially when she learned that Xenia would be facing a man in this match. It wasn't easy convincing her to stay behind, but after several assurances that she would be fine she reluctantly agreed.

Upon entering the bathhouse, Xenia was directed to the changing rooms by the staff. There she changed into a simple blue bikini, which was encouraged by management due to the conditions that she would be competing in. Once she was ready, she made her way to where the match was to be held. There she was met with steam and sweltering heat. In the middle of the pond was a floating wrestling ring where her opponent was already waiting. She walked along the wooden planks leading to the ring and stepped through the ropes.

"Hello, you must be my opponent for today. Pleased to make your acquaintance." Xenia greeted with a warm smile.

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John was ever the sort that thought he could see beauty in the world all around him, even now he was mentally thinking on coming back here and sketching the walls. At least if he were allowed to do so. But something told him that he'd have more pressing matters to attend to, the artist's ears perked up as he heard the treading of feet on the wooden planks. The massive amount of steam from the waters created a mist around the ring preventing him from seeing his opponent until she got through the ropes and....

Wow......She had a figure that looked like it was carved from the stones of this beautiful place, with a bust and rear that strained that swimsuit and seemed all natural. John felt his body sweat from not just the sauna but also from this vision. He also clocked the subtle muscles she had, hinting to him that she was no doubt a warrior just like himself. If he lost then who knows what she might do considering the rules, but still he was intrigued about what might happen in this bout all the same.

"Y-Yeah, I'm John Carnaby. Xenia right? Xαίρομαι που σε γνώρισα, όμορφη κυρία." the artist said with a smile, his Greek was a bit rusty but he thought he got the words across right. Now to the business at hand, John cracked his neck and knuckles and got into his stance to ready for the bout to begin!

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"Ah! Ομοίως, καλέ μου κύριε." Xenia's mood brightened a bit when her opponent greeted her in her native tongue. It was especially impressive considering that he clearly wasn't Greek given his accent. Xenia took a moment to examine the man she would be facing. He looked to be in good physical shape. He wasn't overly muscular, but he did have some noticeable definition to his body. He was also rather handsome, something Xenia noted with a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

Pushing that thought out of her mind for the time being, Xenia turned her attention to the referee who was explaining the rules for the bout. Once they were through with the initial exposition, the referee handed each of them of bottle of oil. The two competitors were then told that they needed to slather each other with oil prior to the match. Xenia didn't recall hearing about anything like this before, but she didn't give it too much thought. After all, the two were going to be putting their hands all over each other both during and after the match so a little oil wasn't anything to be too concerned about. So she poured some of the oil on her hand and approached John.

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John's ears perked up at hearing Xenia's words, her Greek was flawless. The artist had visited the place before on school trips and loved it, already casting his mind to the blue skies above it. The artist had sized up Xenia and saw she wasn't as tall as him but again her body was built like an athlete, this bout was going to be exciting alright. Then a ref would arrive, she was dressed in a white and black bra and thong and explain there was something to be done. Oiling each other up?.....

The artist stopped his stance as the ref handed them a bottle each, he realised that he was blushing hard as he soaked the stuff into his hands and carefully approached Xenia. John would pause as the two got near and he fought hard to not stare down at her massive valley but he would start to oil up Xenia's arms, gingerly feeling the muscle that no doubt lurked under them and made sure to try and stay professional.

Then eventually he'd move to oil up Xenia's legs, meanwhile he'd let the Greek oil him up to however she wished as he fought hard to not just find that rump. John had to stay composed though, they were there to have a match and any prisoner errrr painting stuff would have to wait. But he muttered "Your brilliant, nature blessed you indeed.....Please grant me the honor of a good bout......" to her as he eventually stepped away back to his corner and sucked in a deep breath as he got ready......

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The massive blush on John’s face did not go unnoticed. It was nothing new to Xenia. She wasn’t blind to her beauty or the effect it had on others, mostly men. While she wasn’t the kind of woman to go out and flaunt it, she didn’t really hide it either. Add in the heat and the highly intimate nature of their contest, it wasn’t surprising that John’s face was as red as a tomato.

Not that Xenia was much better in that regard. She felt her own face heat up more as John ran his surprisingly gentle hands all along her body. After he was done, her own hands were quick to return the favor. Going from his arms to his chest where she spent a bit more time oiling his firm, defined muscles than was strictly necessary. Finally, she moved on to his legs, smearing the oil thoroughly on his thighs.

Once they were all oiled up, the two stepped back a bit from each other. The referee signaled for the bell to ring and for the match to start. Xenia took a step forward, raising her hands and inviting John to meet her in a test of strength.

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John saw how Xenia was looking at him across the ring after that oil session, he had fought hard to not just melt into goop from her hands caressing him. For a wrestlers hers were so....soft, like they made bread from dough often. Damn, now he was no stranger to adoring gazes but that was peering into his very soul in his mind. The artist was actually glad for the pow rule at the end of this match, because he had to go back to his car after this and request to sketch Xenia. However that was going to have to wait for now he was about to wrestle with this Greek beauty like the warriors of ages past.

The hot water around them bubbled seemingly in anticipation of the match starting, no doubt done by the staff. Xenia's movements were matched in kind by the artist and he would gladly accept the lockup, he was confident in this and rightly so. He was near 6ft and bulit like he was from marble himself. John would accept Xenia's hands and lock with her.

"Your hands are soft, yet you know what your doing~" John playfully muttered as he gave Xenia a firm push in the lockup, in a way despite it looking like two champions wrestling it also seemed.....dance like in a way as they got going in this steamy bout!

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“That should be a given. I’ve been doing this for a long time.” Xenia pointed out as she pushed back against John in the lockup. John wasn’t making it easy for her. Being half a foot taller than her he had the height advantage and the strength to match his physique. But Xenia was no slouch in the strength department either. She matched his efforts as best she could while looking for an opportunity to put John into a side headlock.

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Xenia's little remark didn't go over John's head, he might have been blown away by her natural Greek beauty but at their distance he couldn't not hear her. Seems she'd been doing wrestling too, for how long John couldn't know but he was no slouch despite his recent joining of LAW for he was trained by none other than the Paragon Ryan Knight himself. He was gaining ground on Xenia and hoped to be able to perhaps flip her to the mat and assert grappling dominance.

Then suddenly Xenia shuffled and managed to trap John's head in her rather muscular arm and her blue swimsuit clad bust was rubbing up against his face, that chest had to be all natural no doubt yet forged with marble. The artist led his mind waffle briefly, however he had to focus. John would try to wrap his arms around Xenia's waist and made sure to cling to the fabric rather than her oiled up skin and would try to pivot back on his feet and try to take Xenia down to the mat with a back suplex.

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Xenia managed to bring John's head down into the side headlock, pressing his face into the side of her breast. She had noticed his gaze briefly lingering on her chest earlier. It was a rather frequent occurrence, especially among men so she hoped that the move would fluster and distract him so she could toss him down to the mat.

But John wasn't going to make it easy for her. He was clearly well trained and he proved it by continuing to hold his ground even in the side headlock. Xenia felt him wrap his arms around her waist. His grip on her was firm as he lifted her off of her feet. Xenia's vision went upside down as she literally went head over heels towards the mat in a back suplex.

"Argh!"