Artemis Michelle Armstrong Vs. Petra Anagnos - Time For Your Close Up

Finally it seemed, the day had come. After finding the definition of a perfect opponent, at least for what Petra had in mind, alongside rules that played greatly to not only what the Greek beauty adored, but specialised in, the black haired figure was rearing to go.

And then some.

Spoiler:

Clad in a simple yet still effective combination of a mid-riff exposing t-shirt and gym shorts, the busty powerhouse found herself clenching her heart in the gorilla position; body rearing to go, to the point of nerves rendering the staunch figure a shaking mess. When the time came for her arrival, the shaking would still continue, but Petra could afford it no focus. This was to be her debut. And encounter she fully expected she'd remember forever.

Descending the ramp, hands awkwardly rubbing one another as the usually confident beauty found herself unnerved by the numbering crowd before her, a long, deep breath prior to sliding her tall figure beneath the bottom rope would render Petra a shade calmer.

'Just don't think about them. This isn't about anyone else, but me and...'

Eyes falling to the ramp as her back found her corner, Petra's nervous look turned to a gleam of anticipation. There was a reason she had picked this particular foe as her debuting partner. Not only did the tall beauty known as Artemis also seek a debut, but Petra had specifically opted to put the odds against her, given that her foe had both scale and width on her. Not that she wouldn't be attempting to use such against Artemis in the match to follow.

More to grind out, Petra figured.

Artemis Armstrong:

Seems like the stars had perfectly aligned tonight.

Artemis Michelle Armstrong couldn’t help but smile as she walked through the halls. Not only was this going to be her debut, but her opponents as well. And from what little she’d heard about her, this woman was a perfect match. A real titan with plenty of muscle backing her. She couldn’t have asked for anything better for her first match. Surely, her opponent felt the same way. With the stakes this high, that could only mean one thing. They were going to go all out.

Making her way to the gorilla position, Artemis stood tall and proud, feeling the anticipation rise into the air. She took a few glances out into the arena. Plenty of people. And plenty of people meant plenty of cameras. Perfect.

HAI YOOOOOO!

Her entrance music came booming in, lights flashing down the ramp as she raised her arms and made a quick twirl. Walking slowly down the ramp, she pointed a finger out into the crowd, dragging it from one side of the audience to the next, switching to her other arm halfway through. As she reached the edge of the stage, she climbed up and placed her hand up to the top rope, throwing a fist up into the air and soaking in the cheers.

Climbing between the ropes, she climbed up the nearest turnbuckles and finally got a good look at her opponent. Okay, no one told her about this. Subtly, her mind reminded her of the grapples only rule. The suits really did know how to put on a show. This woman looked...damn.  Did someone steal her actual clothes? Because she had to thank them once they were finished here. It’s not like Artemis’ attire was particularly modest, but it at least...well...fit? Maybe it was just good showmanship, which she could appreciate. Either way, this fight just got a million times more interesting.

“Looks like they’re starting us off strong, Petra. This match is all about muscle, huh? Well, I don’t mean to brag but...” She reached out her arm flexed, showing off her impressive bicep. “Hope you don’t mind sweating a bit.”

The former actress was nothing if not a show off, and the crowd tonight was in for a quite a treat. Slowly, she paced back and forth waiting for the referee to call them to the center. Once she did, Artemis would stare intently into her eyes. The promise was practically radiating off this woman. She couldn’t help but get excited against the tension building in the air.

Busy eyes would calm the nerves of Petra, with her frame simply being too occupied with oogling the mass of curves and muscle now descending to meet her in the ring.

This was the figure she was to be facing? Or more, trying to grapple, throw and wrench every which way?

It seemed dreams did come true after all.

Her quaking heart lessening back to its normal pace, the fact Artemis had scale to spare on the robust Petra didn't unnerve the Greek in the slightest. A fact made apparent, as the shorter figure took a single step forward after Artemis' introduction, and brief moment of conversation.

"I'll consider that a promise..." Smile growing a shade further on Petra's lips, even the idea of being nervous was but a distant memory in the now eager as hell beauties frame. With a quick pivot of her hips, showing off a rear both large in size yet lacking in 'jiggliness' thanks to a nigh impossible level of firmness, a gentle, silent slap to her own rear would match the teasing words that followed next.

"...One I fully intend on holding you to..."

Yep. This was definitely going to be an interesting debut.

Artemis merely stood with a hand on her hips and her head cocked to the side, taking in her opponent’s shape. A wide smile overtook her face when she saw the slap against the woman’s rear. Quite the sight, as one could imagine.

She nodded in approval. Hardly any jiggle. Firm. This beauty was toned all over. Even better, she seemed to be just as eager as Artemis. If Petra was as strong as she was confident, there was a very strong chance this could turn into a battle of attrition. Not that she would mind. Sweating was one of Artemis’ favorite things to do. And with a person as put together as this? This was going to be fun. The muscular blonde may not have expressed it openly, but it seems they were both on the same page.

“Oh, you’ve got it, sweetie.” When she heard the bell, she took a step back and crouched low. Hands out and ready to pounce. “Let’s make this look good.”

She’d began by circling her opponent, sizing her up a bit before making the first move. She was shorter, seemed lighter, but beyond that she was one big surprise just waiting to happen. This was still her first professional match and she couldn’t say just how experienced her opponent was by simply looking at her. Maybe it was best to go with the old reliables. Before long, she’d lunge forward and grab the voluptuous woman in a collar-and-elbow lock up.

This would probably be the best way to get a feel for her strength. Not like she was expecting to be blown away or anything.

Not that Petra showed it, but there was an air of relief to be had from the Greek beauty, given both Artemis' tone and powerful stance. Petra adored the body; the bigger the better, she deemed it, but often enough, the attitude had to match. There was little fun to be had, at least in her mind, with jostling and tussling against a big-bodied child.

With the figure before her however equipped with both a dominating body and the demeanour to match, Petra would step forward, the match gently swung into motion with the crowd abruptly roaring.

Watching as the taller, notably heavier woman opted to circle her, like a lion stalking its prey, Petra would adopt a similar posture a moment later; smile on her face still apparent, as she spent a brief moment simply oogling from a stationary stance.

Again when her foe opted to move, this time for a tie-up, Petra would replicate, this time moving with similar speed. Enough to tie up both powerful sets of biceps at least, with the Greek forced to immediately bring her leg back, simply to lean up and match the taller figure tit-for-tat.

Confident but not so cocky as to believe she could overpower such a body, the Greek beauty was more than happy with holding her posture as is; compliant with simply staring at the firm curves of the busty amazon up close, with eyes not at all hiding such a fact from Artemis.

Nor did her lips. Evidently, as a motion of the tongue across her own mouth would be quick enough to go unnoticed by the crowd, but not so much as to go unseen by Artemis. Whilst who was the stronger in the ring was a question unanswered, albeit possibly about to be, one thing was for sure.

Petra was most certainly intrigued by the figure she now held in her mitts.

Alright. The tie-up was a little more than she was expecting. From the outset, Petra was managing to keep in step with her, despite the difference in musculature. Her toned body pushed against her larger frame. She was much stronger than she looked. That alone was enough to keep Artemis on her toes. But this woman took it a step further.

It was obvious to anyone how much she was eyeing her up. Then there was the tongue running across her lips. The blonde woman’s hackles stood up on edge. In some weird way, that really spurred her along. Her heart skipped a beat before flashing a bright grin. Blood rushed down her face and pumped heavily through her entire body. So this is the game they were playing. Well, Artemis was determined to win.

The two scuffled this way and that for a good while, not giving in even a step forward or backward. Artemis’ smile didn’t fade in the slightest. It didn’t even twitch as she continued to lock eyes with the Greek beauty. The same couldn’t be said for her muscles however. They were undergoing a significant amount of strain and she could feel them beginning to shake against the pressure. Her opponent wasn’t bad. The former actress was strong, but she was still just above a novice when it came to experience. If she was going to turn things around, it needed to happen soon.

Stomping down, she started to use her weight and height to her advantage. Leaning forward and pushing her arms back against Petra, she slowly began pushing her voluptuous foe back towards the ropes. Artemis needed to put her up against a wall. Get her off balance. The instant she could manage that, the muscular blonde would snap forward and catch her in a headlock, pressing her up against her and forcing her cheek against her ample chest.

With every second, she’d increase the torque against the Greek’s pretty head. Artemis could gauge from one look at her that this woman had some profound endurance, but she wasn’t deterred. This woman wasn’t your average wrestler. She could tell. And she was ready to give it her all.

There was in which two ways Artemis could have responded to Petra's arguably intriguing response to the collission between flesh. Besides ignoring it of course.

She could have reacted with a flash of disgust; perhaps mixed with curiosity, over why Petra would react in such a manner to a move considered basic in wrestling. Or perhaps in a way that mirrored Petra's own; displaying intrigue or outright matching the reaction. To Petra's quiet joy, it was the latter.

Besides a flash of relief coming over the Greek's mind that the two similar bodies also perhaps shared a mindset, Petra now put focus into fighting the great force against her. Or perhaps more fittingly the description; survive it.

Petra was big, but Artemis? The word big could simply not describe her. She was massive. And every ounce of the figure that didn't jiggle naturally was toned and then some. Petra knew from the start the match would be a uphill battle, but just from the brief collision of flesh, she was starting to believe said hill was in fact a mountain.

Bringing her right leg back a shade further, slowing but not halting the slide backwards her body was making, Petra's face would mix between strain from the effort and outright enjoyment. She knew the issue of her back against the ropes would soon become one to deal with, yet she could hardly force herself to panic. The grinding of tough, heated flesh with her own was already tickling the Greek's taste buds, and that was with the majority of flesh between the two figures still parted.

And now, faced with the 'threat' of being fully pressed by Artemis against the ropes? She would have willingly stepped back, if she didn't have the equal desire to experience both victim and aggressor role in such a scenario. But to minor annoyance, Petra's image of tumbling against the giant figure with the ropes to ones back would be pushed to the wayside, as Artemis used both size and strength advantage to extend that arm.

Her efforts to halt the headlock as successful as they were in holding back the wave of muscular flesh falling upon her, Petra could atleast take solace in the immensely satisfying feel upon her cheek. A thick, firm breast served as its pillow; and its blanket almost, hiding Petra's small smile even amidst her increasing agony.

She knew she could not remain placid in such a hold for long though, pleasurable feel upon her cheek aside. If she let Artemis rag doll her for a second, said second would likely then last all match. Throwing her own meaty arms around the tough tummy and back of her bigger foe, the smaller Greek would attempt to stabilise her figure somewhat, locking her hands together next to her opponents hips. If Artemis wanted to throw her, then at least for the moment, Petra would have a say against the matter.

It was becoming increasingly clear just how tenacious of a woman her opponent was.

Petra was fighting back against her. And she was fighting back hard. For a woman of her size, she had expected a decent amount of resistance, but it was clear just how much power she retained in that trained physique.

Artemis had managed to wiggle the woman closer and closer towards the ropes and finally established the headlock. While her lovely opponent was getting a generous sample of her chest, the muscular blonde was content to simply increase the pressure and keep her pretty head close next to her. Her hair smelt pleasant, like fresh flowers, and looked immaculate. She could just barely feel Petra smile against her chest and brush the side of her firm breast. She was perfectly happy to keep the woman tucked underneath her until she slowly but surely worked towards a submission.

And then the Greek beauty wrapped her arms around her, pushing her knuckles firmly into her toned abdomen. Artemis let out a slight hack against the sensation, feeling her dig under her ribcage. The former actress gave a huff. With the woman firmly grounded like this, Artemis couldn’t just let slam or throw her. Those strong arms of hers kept the sun-kissed blonde in place almost as much as she  Anywhere that she wanted to send Petra would now take a considerable amount of effort. She furrowed her brow for a couple moments. As much as she would enjoy being on the ground, getting down and dirty with her lovely opponent, she had to consider some alternatives. Throwing her might not be the easiest option with this lock. Maybe she could just let go? Go for something else? Oh, well. This is the only option she could think of. Her strength might be more than enough to make the difference. Artemis was sure of it.

Keeping the hold established for a few moments longer before finally tensing her body and summoning up the effort to go for the throw. Feeling her biceps bulge and abdominals pronounce themselves against the strain, Artemis would twist her hips to the side while attempting throw Petra over her and getting her onto the canvas, with the muscular blonde still over her and the hold firmly established with a slam.

It was a tall order. This woman was by no means small, and even less a pushover. If that hold didn’t break with one strong effort, she would at the very least fall and take a tumble with Petra still locked in the hold. But that all depended on the woman’s grip and her effort. She was stronger than she looked, but even that had limits, right?

Petra may have surprised her foe with the power that her Greek physique retained, but Petra herself was not caught out so. She came into this encounter fully intending to bump bodies and heads against just quite possibly, one of the strongest women in wrestling. Artemis' size most certainly fuelled such an early opinion, let alone the actual muscle on this now grappling figure.

But for all the hard edges and solid surfaces of the bigger actress, Petra was but focused on the soft curves now pressed to her cheek. In truth, it was hard for the Greek beauty to even muster a resistance to her predicament, let alone resist the urge to simply turn her face fully into the chest of Artemis and divulge herself.

All in time, she figured.

Not to mention the fact that whilst Artemis was somewhat receptive to the teasing Greek's licking of lips and sly facial emotes, there was no telling how the bigger figure would react to the Greek throwing the match completely aside simply to taste the body that held her. If she responded poorly, Petra's wrestling career could have been over before it started!

Thoughts of her head between a gargantuan chest aside, at least for the moment, Petra focused on the task at hand. Namely, the task of not passing out here and now, with what felt to be the jaws of life pressing down on her chin and cheeks. She had her firm grip of the beauties waist still latched, but it was hardly preventing Artemis from extruding more and more pressure as the seconds passed.

Case and point in the fact Petra found herself releasing a long, heated gasp as her cheeks pressed in; a bead of sweat already thick on the raven haired figures forehead.

Eventually of course, change had to come, and whilst Petra was somewhat worn down by the time it came, she still had a say in how things rolled as it were. Her grip slacking from the daze brought on by Artemis' headlock, the sudden adjustment in positioning by the bigger figure was enough to wake Petra up; somewhat wisely informing her to pull as Artemis did, in a strong effort of resisting the blondes hip-toss.

In power versus power, straight up, Artemis had the game. But in such a posture, where Petra had a firm centre of gravity in her corner? Somehow, she survived, albeit with another monstrous grunt as she forced her frame to stay crouched.

She would not relent there however; deeming now a time more suitable than ever for a position change of her own, given Artemis herself may have still been wobbling somewhat from the attempted throw. Releasing her left arm - the one clad behind Artemis' back in the waistlock - Petra would throw said arm low, trying to move as quickly as she could given in the second she didn't hold her side grip, Artemis could do as she pleased. Placing her hand in the crook of the bigger figures knee, Petra would push with what force she could muster; both with her hand upon that leg, and with her own legs, as she tried to topple the bigger figure over! Not at all minding the prospect of falling alongside her, so long as Artemis lead the charge!

God damn it, this woman was strong.

Artemis wasn’t exactly going one-hundred percent, but she didn’t think she would need to. She never had to push it this far so early on before. Her size gave her the edge more often than not. Even with someone around her height, she could hold her own. But man, giving her opponent anything less than that wasn’t going to be enough. Seems she really had to keep to her promise after all.

Even with a considerable amount of effort behind it, that throw didn’t lead to much of anything. She just didn’t have the posture. And this beauty was packing plenty of muscle to keep holding her back. Not a problem, though. So they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. Fine. That was okay. Artemis was more than happy to keep her in the hold a while longer. To see that pretty face relax and slowly drift away beneath her strong grasp.

Her opponent had other ideas. When she felt the arm leave her waist, she assumed Petra was simply resigning to her fate. Maybe falling asleep prematurely. Until she felt that same arm hook her leg and they were both sent hurling towards the ring floor. Obviously, the former actress was taking the brunt of it.

“Gah!”

Well, at the very least, it seemed like the muscular blonde was getting her wish. She was able to get down and dirty with such a lovely figure, although probably not in the fashion she’d like. She went down onto the canvas first. It was impressive, actually. Artemis’ weight gave her the edge more often than not, no matter what kind of wrestler she was facing. And yet, the Greek amazon handled her superior frame like it was nothing. This woman wasn’t bad.

Her grip had loosened somewhat against the impact, but Artemis kept the lock around her neck well enough. If there were more options available for Petra on the ground then standing up, only she could see them. Artemis was more concerned with trying to get the hold back to full strength.

“Damn. Y-you’re stronger than you look.”

Artemis flashed a smile in spite of her position. A surge of energy came running through her after that slam. A real fight was getting underway. How could she not get excited?