The Greek Goddess of Wrestling

[Teenwrestler]

The usual calm and collected Trent Masters was somehow managing to really getting worked up over this spar. It wasn't even a official match in front of the live crowd yet still something had him hot and bothered. Perhaps it was the fact that he had massively underestimated Petra and wasn't going to treat her seriously as a wrestler whilst finding himself in a tough spot had him embarrassed enough to make him feel that he had to win this. Despite his best efforts though, Petra was managing to subdue him.

With the two of them locked in a stalemate, the Greek tried to calm him down. Petra would turn her head and figure out what Trent's plan was. However, as soon as her head turned the Masterpiece saw an opening. Trent would attempt to break the grapple and would try to slip behind Petra and aim to wrap his arms around her waist from behind, squeezing her with all his might in a reverse bearhug.

Their oily frames would slide and grind against each other, "Nrgh, do you submit Petra?" he asked her.

[Devilish53]

With a look to her face, it became apparent that Petra's difficulty in comprehending English did not carry over to her ability to read faces. This was a spar, and counted as much on either wrestlers official wrestling record as a video game win. Trent didn't seem to see it that way, Petra figured, as her male foe shot words of frustration matched with a look to go with it.

Finding her foe moving with more vigour than she was expecting, Petra naturally tried to turn to keep her front to Trent, only to find his determination putting him somewhat behind the Greek regardless. Left side-on in the bearhug, Petra's arms quickly shot to the grip across her firm waistline, where they would push if only for a distraction. Uninterested in staying in this hold a second longer, and even more uninterested in submitting, the efforts to pry at that grip directly would serve as a distraction for her right leg was doing.

Simply, raising up before stomping down, to press her foot on Trent's own bare one!

[Teenwrestler]

It was true that a victory here would mean nothing for either wrestlers, apart from personal bragging rights if anything. Why then was Trent so fired up and competitive in this oil wrestling spar of all matches? Perhaps it was the initial impressions he had for Petra which turned out to be wrong was his driving force. He didn't expect her to be such a skilled foe and perhaps he was trying too hard to prove himself right, that she was not as good as he thought she was.

Regardless, he would side step her and attempt to get behind her but only could manage to get to her left side, with his arms around her waist, before she would grab at his arms and push at them. Trent sought to fight her efforts but that only proved to be distraction as her real plan was a hard stomp to his bare foot.

"Ah! Oww" he hissed, stumbling backwards and releasing his rival. With the oiled mats and conditions and him stumbling back, Trent would slip and fall down onto his back.

*THUD*

"I-impossible" he would say whilst glaring up at Petra.

[Devilish53]

The stomp to the foot may have been unsportsmanlike like to a few, but Petra hardly called it a dirty move. She couldn't see any other quick way out of the hold, even with the oil on her side, and it was better to resort to striking than simply take a submission move until she couldn't think straight!

Turning her head to catch a sight of Trent mid-fall, Petra was quick on her feet once again even if her core was aching. Sliding down to her knees, she'd seek to get atop of Trent with her firm rear pressed to his core, and her hands going to his wrists to restrain them!

"I have pinned you, Trent! This is a fall!" She'd roar out, as if to declare this was a pin to be counted!

[Teenwrestler]

After Petra's barefoot stomped down on top of the foot of the Masterpiece, the chiseled male would loose his balance and stumble back until he slipped and fell down on his backside, causing the small splash of oil splattering about. Trent would let out a groan in frustration, raising his head off the mat and rubbing the back of his head until Petra would slide down towards him and mount him once again.

The Greek would grab his wrists and pin them down to the mat once more, subduing her male rival to the mats in a pinning predicament. Trent would glare up into the determined eyes of his rival whilst she declared that she had pinned the man and that this ought to be counted as a fall.

"Nrgh?! NO! I-Impossible" Trent would growl as he would buck up ferociously and wriggle under Petra trying to topple her off of him. The Masterpiece's cheek would be reddened in embarrassment as Petra was really giving him a tough time and out-wrestling him.

[Devilish53]

Petra held that dominant posture of hers as best she could, pushing down as Trent pushed up, and wiggling to keep her legs locked as tightly as possible. When her foe began to exert more strength, Petra saw to bring his hands out far either side of him, stretching her own arms in the process and leaving her bust pressed to his torso. Though she would pull her head back, as to avoid her face resting on his, even if her purple locks were close to tickling them.

"A fall it is! I will count it! One...!" Petra roared, seemingly trying to show Trent that he was utterly restrained!

[Teenwrestler]

Trent couldn't believe it, he was actually pinned down by Petra. At first glance she seemed like such a cute woman, perfect to be a valet for the Dominion and here she was, out-wrestling the leader of the Dominion. Trent was now panicking, fearing a loss as he continued to wriggle under Petra but didn't find much success. Their sweaty and oily bodies would rub against each other but despite that, Petra held him down well. She cleverly would stretch his legs and keep them locked tight before spreading his arms out far to either side of him, her breasts would press down on his torso whilst she leaned her head backwards but kept her gaze onto him.

Her hair would fall towards his face, tickling him as he looked up at her in shock whilst she proudly started the pin. Trent would glare up towards her, his teeth gritted in anger. "NO! W-wait stop it.....L-let me go" he roared still struggling under her, trying to bridge up and jerk to his left but Petra had him pinned down to good effect.

[Devilish53]

Petra's figure was as sturdy as could be atop Trent's own, and when her male foe looked to bridge, Petra only locked in all the tighter. Lowering her firm legs under and around his hips, she held something of a squeeze-less scissor just above his rear, as her arms stayed straight with her back pushed up!

"I will not! Two...!" Petra roared, her grin growing, as it seemed like she had this in the bag!

[Teenwrestler]

Trent's body was now glistening in sweat and oil, he was struggling as best as he could. He would jerk his body upwards to bridge up whilst her wriggled about to the left and to the right, doing everything he could to try and topple Petra off of him. However, the Greek Goddess would show her determination and stay on top of her male foe, pressing her body down onto him to keep him down whilst lowering her legs under and around his hips to keep him secured and pin down.

Her arms would spread wide to keep his wider, making sure they were pinned firmly. Trent now realized that he was well and truly pinned down, he couldn't escape or power out and despite the oiled conditions, there was no escape. He was going to lose to this rookie?!

"Arrghhh! I-I can't...." he moaned in frustration, realized that he ha been out-wrestled.

[Devilish53]

"THREE!" With that, Petra turned completely limp, nearly outright falling on Trent if not for the last minute correction her body did with a sudden jerk. Thrusting herself off of her male foe, the Greek would fall to her back besides Trent, panting wildly as she tried to relax the muscles that had just strained with trying to keep such a dominant pin. Though naturally, she couldn't help but smile.

"I am the victor. I hope you are okay..." Is all she would mutter as she slowly tried to sit up, still rubbing her opposing wrist as the numbness in her fingers quickly began to fade.