A Slippery Debut - Tessa versus Bertriz

Win via ten second pin with opponent's arms behind their back or submission.

It wasn't often that a new wrestler at AFW debuted not in the usual stadiums but a beachside resort partially owned by one of the league's backers. Rather than blinding neon lights and a colloseum esque seating arrangement, it was a large poolside outdoor chamber surrounded by lush vegetation and onlookers as lightly dressed as the competitors tey were waiting. The sun was shining and the imported palm trees and gazebos provide ample shade. None of that would be covering the large blow up pool that sat in the centre of the fenced in area. Covered in a light layer of glistening oil and seated on a raised, padded platform, it looked every part of an arena just waiting to be filled.

The camera handlers suddenly swerved to the left as a flourish of acoustic guitar rang out. The acrobatic string-work was infectious in its ornate melodie and the crowd wsa grooving along soon, growing more excited for the debut of a new wrestler. They didn't have to wait for long. A flourish of white reflective fabric outlined by red frills simply burst from the changing room. Like flags caught in the wind they flapped audibly from some carefully hidden fans and flickers of an attractive body could be viewed between the serpentine blurs. There was a whiplike crack and the innumerable shawls flopped to the ground, a single larger one wrapped around the shoulders of Betriz Raso Nolasco, oil wrestler extraordinaire. Her black hat with its two trailing red ribbons hid all but her warm smile.

Already she'd made an impact on the crowd. Well muscled but sleek like a predatory eel, she walked with a jaunty confidence that hinted at dancer's past. The very way she swayed her hips and feet in perfect time with the song's rhythm spoke of a musically inclined woman. When she twirled and sent the hat and the shawl off into the crowd, a few tentative whistles and cheers sounded out. A little less than she'd expected but she kept on her sultry allure. She wasn't going to ditch the act because she'd not been given a roaring approval after all. This early on, it was a good idea to be a good sport.

Hopping into the ring, she wasted no time casually squirting the oil all over herself, fully aware of all implications and rewarding those who ogled with winks and appraising looks. She kept her mouth shut for now, deciding it would add to the mystique as she skillfully rubbed the transparet substance over her near naked body, covered by litle more than a white two piece with purple frills on its edges.

Tessa was quite nervous while she fixed her bikini in a mirror for the last time. Her opponent for today was someone she had never thought that she would ever met in a ring. Betriz was one of the cornerstones of Aphrodite productions, a wrestling company Tessa had made some, um, research for while she was still in the minor leagues.

Her glitter cannons fired into her entrance as usual, showering the nearest audience with silver glitter. Her silver robe was hiding her bikini outfit which copied her silver outfit for inside rings in color and her bare feet while she was stepping onto the platform under her entrance music to the applause of the waiting audience while Fatherhead's TZDV played.

It was a little strange to have a real match in a bikini outfit, but she surely looked good in her bikini and gave a good sight at her assets and trained body after she had cast her robe aside. Sad enough, Betriz had already donned the oil on her body, so she had just to follow suit.
"Hey, Miss Betriz. My name is Tessa, and I am so excited to meet you in person now!"
She gave out, pretty excited and happy to be here despite her considerable experience.

Betriz's eyes looked up to see a very lean, mean, wrestling machine walking her way. Her light white skin and smooth features were those of an English woman and her body like those of gym-occupying fitness gurus. As she got closer, the Portgueses's eyes skimmed more frequently, taking in the muscle that was as smooth as pendant stones and moderate breasts, ample but not protruding. When her robe flew off her form, Bertriz had to whistle approvingly; they were a nice and slightly puffy looking pair, held back in a bright silver bikini that drew much attention with how it reflected light. She was a more understated, homely kind of beauty but it was a welcome change from the usual exotic Japanese beauties or the muscled out she-hunks.

She could see hints of nervousness in her eyes; she might be new to this. When she greeted her as a fan, Bertriz was surprised.

"Ah, I've been set up against a fan for my first match? Surely your promoters must have pulled quite a few strings dear." She chuckled a little, her voice very energized and with a slight lisp, pitch rising and falling quickly as if highlighting its own dramatic approach. "Shall I autograph your body when we are done, mmmmmm?"

In all honesty, she was surprised she was recognized. In her experience, Aphrodite Productions was a footnote to most outside of Europe with its fanbase concentrated primarily in Central and Eastern Europe. It was nice to be appreciated however. She outstretched a hand to Tessa, putting on a warm smile. Behind it, an eager tongue licked about the roof of her mouth.

A beam of pride crossed over the face of the English-German when Bertriz admired her body with that whistle. While she was a pretty awkward and reclusive girl outside of a ring sometimes, she was a consummate professional inside the ring and wanted to win her matches, despite the opposition. But being a little bit of a fan could not hurt at the begin of a match, no?

"Actually, I already had two oil wrestling matches here, so maybe I was pitted against you for a nice little welcome. And me asking for the match did surely help, I have all your matches of Aphrodite production on tape! And most of the matches of the production! For eh, wrestling research, actually..."
Her face turned a little red at the suggestion of Bertriz to autograph her body, but she gladly shook the oily hand of the other girl.
"Uhm, eh, that would be nice. But I fear you will be to exhausted to hold a pen by then."

The blonde was starting to warm up and that was good. She didn't want to be wrestling someone who was too uptight... unless she got to loosen her up. She looked experienced, definitely not one of the meek housecats she'd rubbed down in her more recent smaller circuit matches. "You've been doing your homework hmmmm? Aiming a shot right at the old champ, I like that, I like, ambitious..." Her fingers trailed over Tessa's carefully before her hand tightened. In a single powerful jerk, she pulled Tessa closer... right into her breasts.

The crowd murmured and catcalled as breast met breast, Bertriz's pair held their place, resisting the squish of Tessa's like a shield. "But that is a rather bold prediction dear. Surely you don't think I have not been maintaining my talents. Am I that washed up to youuuuu?'

She put on the best fake pout she could before jiggling left and right, arousing Tessa before moving back. The somewhat confused referee hastily took out her whistle and motioned for the two to take their respective spots. With its shrill cry, the match was on!

Bertriz would pace forth carefully, going onto her knees rather than standing. It seemed odd and to work against her favour, but she looked confident and brilling with energy, undulating left to right like a cobra in a trance.

"You´re a world class wrestler and in no way washed up, Bertriz-chan. Never would I...ACK!"
Suddenly the Blonde had been grabbed at her shaking hand and drawn into the fangs of Bertriz, earning her opponent a surprised look.

"OUH!"
Her breasts had momentum on her side so that not much could happen to her when the breasts collided, so her yelp was more of a surprise than one of arousal, although the feeling of the moving breasts of the other girl made her feel a little warm between the legs already. Luckily, the referee stepped between them and Tessa could take a moment of rest to battle her surprise before she would put a smile again on her face, wadding into the field of battle on her knees also.
"Tricky, Bertriz-chan! But here I come!"
The Blonde would seek the direct condfrontation again, attempting to meet Bertriz in a breast to breast battle with sideway grappling hands to cover her flanks

"Careful, you might have had a few matches on the belt..." Her eyes narrowed as the blonde closed in and mimicked her stance. "... But this domain is mine!"

Betriz shot out her chest at the last moment, aiming for a nipple to nipple impact. It'd send a wave of pleasure through their torsos, but she wasn't planning on merely pressing up. Like a blade of loose grass in the wind, she would continue her left right motion, hypnotic and constantly mobile. In the process, her great breasts would slide frequently over Tessa's but a prolonged docking wasn't on her mind. After the fourth swipe, she'd suddeunly fall sideways as if she'd seemingly tripped. It would appear embarrassing of a such a charismatic lady.

"Dear me... it seems I've gone sloppy." She spoke oh so innocenctly. However, her hands and legs would suddenly grasp at Tessa's knees, attempting to pry them open and cause her to fall onto her back!

Tessa had also chosen the start on the knees, but who only thought that she would mimic the experienced oil wrestling champion made a mistake, Of course she knew how vulnerable an oily battlefield was for a walking person, and as quick movement was no option anyway, it was the method to go.

"...Aah..."
When their breasts met, Tessa huffed out but stayed confident, moving her nipples in the opposite direction of Bertriz until the other girl would fall sideward and attempted to tell her a little story.
"Oh please, tell your touching story of the frail former champion someone who has not seen what you can do."
The blonde smiled while immediately attempting to put her opponent into an oily front headlock by falling down on her quickly to quell any action of Bertriz from the start.

Tessa moved fast as she, quickly falling onto her and rearranging her body be parallel to her own. Hard body met hard body, breasts squishing against one another. But simply because she was on the bottom didn't mean Tessa was in control. Wrapping her own arms around the blonde's head and under her armpit, she fought with her for control, undulating her belly left and right to distract her with warm, slick stomach-on-stomach grinding.

"How bold of you to fall forth..." Shue huffed, huskily speaking into her ear. "Falling onto me was a risky strategy - such a narrow window of opportunity..."

Wrapping her legs around one of Tessa's, she'd slide them up so her thighs were squeezing around her's. Rubbing them up and down as if polishing her thighs, she'd flex them on occasion, attempting to numb her with pleasure and occasinally tease her crotch. It wasn't too subtle but if she could make her a bit weak in the legs, she'd be able to hopefully turn this around.

Of course Bertriz would not just lie still and let Tessa steamroll over her in a single move like that so she quickly found herself into the same embrace she had put the oil wrestling veteran in.

"Aouh! Pretty...hot..."
She yelped when Bertriz closed he legs around one of hers and moved her belly in a seductive motion against her own. Luckily, the oil helped her a little against this onslaught, although she could not deny that Bertriz knew what she was doing. She felt the urge to break out of their embrace, but battled it down and would attempt to slide against the other girl, trying to concentrate on her breasts flattening and dominating the pairof Bertriz.