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

Well. This was an issue.

When Petra was on two feet wrestling with the mightier blonde, head around her neck, she had options. Down on the ground?

Not so much.

Hands briefly but not entirely by accident grazing upon the only soft parts of the figure that coincidentally jiggled in the movement, a blushing, smiling Petra soon latched her hand back upon the arm that bound her. It was rare that a single arm could bound a figure of hers, with the premise alone creating excitement in the Greek beauty, let alone the execution. Save for perhaps a reversal of positions, this was the definition of what Petra would deem a perfect match-up.

"And you're...as strong as you look..." Whilst the hold the bigger figure had kept locked so firmly was but a simple one, a bicep pressing down upon your face for aslong as Artemis' had would wear down any figure, no matter the resistance. The only thing that would keep Petra in what little control she had of the situation was outright escape. Obviously, something easier said than done.

"But...if you don't mind...it's hard to make you mine with this wrapped so~" Pushing a little with her legs as to keep what little position atop her larger foe she had, Petra figure not to fight against the power of the grip, but to her detriment, respond with something a little sneaker. Slipping her own powerful mitts in with Artemis', briefly seemingly looking to interlock her fingers with the blondes own, Petra would seek but a single digit to latch onto. Fully intending to make up for the sharp pain in but moments, Petra would then bend said digit back in an effort to find her freedom!

Artemis was just managing to get the hold back to full strength when she heard her opponent talking again.

There was a bit of raspiness in her voice. The former actress felt a little more content hearing it. Seems like her efforts were for naught, even if Petra had managed to force her down onto the ground. As frustrating as it must be for her, Artemis was enjoying every second of it. The heat of their bodies against the canvas. That beautiful face pressed strongly against her chest. Petra’s hands going up and down, pressing hard against her strong body. Yeah, they could stay like this for a while.

Of course, as she made clear both in actions and words, the Greek wasn’t content to stay pinned for very long.

The raven-haired woman’s hand sneaked up and clung to one of her index fingers. Slowly, she curled it back, making Artemis let out a slight yelp before begrudgingly releasing the headlock. With a push against Petra’s back, the sun-kissed blonde made a quick roll away and got to her knees. She raised an eyebrow back at her opponent as she recuperated. The momentum was starting to shift. She couldn’t let anything get around her when she was up against a woman like this. The little detail in that last comment didn’t slip by her either.

Hers, huh? Artemis knew the unspoken stakes that had managed to slip its way into this match from the outset, but there was something about actually hearing it that got her blood rushing. This woman was a different kind of wrestler. That much was clear. One that the former actress had never met before. Someone that elevated the match beyond normal conventions. That made things riskier, harder, and infinitely more alluring.

And she absolutely loved it.

“Unless I get you first, you mean.” She wagged her finger up and down, dulling the pain as she looked back at her with a cocky grin. “I think you’d like that.”

Artemis slowly went to get to her feet, holding her hands out and anticipating a charge. Her finger was still thumping a bit, but nothing that could really distract her. Honestly, it was probably better that they were on two feet now. The muscular blonde had probably milked that hold for all it was worth. For now, the initiative fell to Petra. Didn’t mean that the former actress was going to make it easier for her. She had a promise to keep, after all.

Petra took no pride in such a release; small joint manipulation, in any scenario, hurt like hell. Had she her way, she would have ground and slipped her way free, before proceeding to gain a advantageous position of her own, such as returning the chesty embrace. Such was easier said than done when your opponent was the size and strength of Artemis Armstrong.

"Well...I guess we may see..." Hands to her hips as she swung her hair back and out of her eyes, briefly allowing her thick bosom to jiggle from the movement, Petra stood of her own accord now that she could, opting to allow Artemis to do the same rather than charge ahead as the giant may have expected.

Pacing left and right a short moment in a circular motion, Petra's eyes danced upon her opponents woman features; every curve and muscle coming together, to form a redness on the Greek beauties cheeks. Seemingly dragging out the moment forever, losing the initiative by her own free will, Petra would snap back to reality as it were. Stepping forward with arms low, keen to press figures with her greater bodied opponent, the Greek titan would shoot Artemis a sly wink, with words to match.

"Come...try and get me..."

Of all the things about Petra that made her so alluring to Artemis - and there were many of them, certainly - it had to be her confidence that ranked amongst the highest of her appealing assets.

Despite being caught in the muscular blonde’s grasp from the outset, the Greek beauty wasn’t deterred in the slightest. If anything, she welcomed the challenge and took it in strides. She was even willing to let the initiative fall back to Artemis, happy to fill the time with some very flattering ogling on her part. Even more importantly, that confidence guaranteed this fight would be anything but boring. Her opponent wasn’t going to waver, or hang back, or take a minute to plan the next fifty moves ahead.

They both wanted a piece of each other. Badly.

When the two went at each other, they were all in. It all gave her a taste of just what exactly she was getting into. A rather savory taste at that. She could hardly wait to charge back in. One good roll of her shoulders, a quick kick with each leg, and she was ready to tango.

“There is no try, Petra.”

The former actress went to strike back against Petra with full force. Charging towards the raven-haired woman, Artemis would keep her arms wide as she lunged forward, going to squeeze her opponent with a relentless bearhug.

A wink given in return to her giant opponents declaration of intent, Petra knew for a fact keeping the giant from claiming her was a task easier said than done, and then some. But in the end, what would it matter? Even if she lost, she'd still win in a way. Regardless, no prize or reward was any greater when it was one well deserved. And Petra had zero intention of serving herself up easily.

Moving in tandem with her bigger foe, keen to match another lock-up or stifle a take-down attempt, Petra would be somewhat left curious as Artemis' arms came wide, with neither hand clenched for a strike. Responding in kind, with her own powerful biceps coming a shade lower as to not clash with her bigger opponents own, Petra could barely contain the tongue in her mouth as their meaty fronts collided.

"Mph.." Grunting from the collision let alone the powerful embrace that followed, Petra knew matching Artemis' bearhug was simply an impossible task. The woman was massive, with every inch of her toned figure now pressing down upon the smaller, still stoic Greek like a house of bricks falling upon her. Such a feeling was somewhat massively overwhelmed of course, by the fact Artemis' giant breasts were now mushrooming against her own, docking and sliding against the Greek's barely covered bosom. Purring in delight, Petra saw fit to only whisper what she could in between her exertion, in an effort to heat the situation up even further.

"Mmm...you smell great..."

This woman was good. Artemis knew that from the beginning. From the way she stood her ground in the lockup to how she took her down to the canvas in one sudden move. Couldn’t say much for her technique yet, but she knew her way around a hold. She wasn’t going to make this match easy. That much was clear.

But it was that look that put her over the edge. It wasn’t just the confidence. It was the subtle mannerisms and the way she used them. The subtle winks, the restless tongue, the playful swing of her hips and shake of her body. Her body was like one, giant, irresistible distraction. It was almost too much.

That was even more clear after the two muscled bodies collided, squeezing each other with all their might. Petra wasn’t bad. Those arms were practiced, but of course, they couldn’t match Artemis’. No, it was the purr and allure in her voice. It unconsciously drew her closer to the beauty. A shudder went up Artemis’ spine as she felt the woman’s heated whisper against her ear.

“Thanks. Might not...smell quite as good...after this.”

Artemis tightened the hug, feeling the strength slowly whittle away from Petra’s body. Of course, that wasn’t all she was feeling. The Greek’s chiseled framed pressed tightly against her own. Her firm abs and tight muscles, her soft skin and ample bust. The sun-kissed blonde felt her breathing grow heavier and heavier.

“God. Your body is…”

She let the rest of those words disappear into the ether, unable to fully described the feeling of the Greek beauty’s frame against her own. She shook her head and redoubled her efforts. Leaning forward, she attempted to hoist the woman upright against her, trying her hardest to make Petra give out before she could. A bead of sweat ran down her forehead as she locked eyes with her adversary. She wasn’t ready to concede just yet.

Squeezing a frame like the one Artemis possessed, let alone trying to outright crush it, was as foolhardy as one of even Petra's size might of suspected. She was strong, and her embrace hurt, but simply not enough. She was certain that had she had somewhat more of a dominant position, and a more worn-down amazonian foe, she could have put the hold to greater use. That is, if her intention was to go straight for the win.

But in truth, here and now, a win couldn't of mattered less.

Her face forced sideways by the mere proximity of her predicament, lowly heated grunts slipping from her lips thanks to both the exertion on her frame and the power she was producing, the Greek with a frame sizeable in her own right found her chances of taking control in the embrace turning to zero, as her feet left the canvas. Thigh meat grinding on thigh meat, her legs practically slipping over Artemis' as her previously tight embrace turned to nothing more than a gentle squeezing of flesh, Petra's exaggerated gasps would now press out into the face of her foe directly. Leaning back a tad and turning her mug to meet the giants own, Petra couldn't help but blush.

"Yes..?" Using her own soft embrace to pull her frame just up slightly before settling down, the grinding motion by her immensely firm and sharp abs would meet Artemis' own, as the Greek evidently saw fit to use her posture to her advantage. Even if she was being crushed all the while!

Normally, people just conceded when Artemis locked this hold in. Realized that they were out of their league in terms of raw power and just gave in. It was a typical reaction. An Armstrong-grade bear hug wasn’t something you walked away from so easily. When the former actress locked the hold in and managed to lift the woman off the ground, she was convinced that the match was as good as done.

Clearly, she wasn’t learning her lesson on the Greek beauty. If anyone here was going to be doing the conceding, her opponent was going to make sure it was Artemis. The gentle embrace and grinding of their bodies heated her body inside and out. A burning warmth began to well between her legs. Even if it wasn’t intentional, the effect was obvious to anyone.

The heated breaths wafting past her face. Her lips tingled and parted slightly against the sensation.  And those eyes. Damn it, those damn eyes. She should never have looked. It put her in a trance as the heat from her breath washed over her. Like staring at a beautiful mirage. The match crawled its way to the back of her mind, and that’s where it would stay.

“It's...it's…”

A slight moan escaped her lips. Her mind was drifting somewhere else. Soft skin running against soft skin. Firm muscle and tight abs grinding up and down. The sweet smell of the Greek so close to her body. It was an interesting way to fight against the bearhug. She could give Petra that much.

Her grip was loosening slightly, letting the friction between their cores extend as much as possible. The muscular blonde had unconsciously lessened the pressure on the hug. Or maybe that was just Petra’s strategy, using that heavenly frame against her. Artemis couldn’t tell either way and, frankly, couldn’t bring herself to care that much.

At such a level of proximity, each and every breath the woman took would be filled with the scent of the opposing fighter. The natural fragrances of both fighters, now thoroughly mixed in with the building levels of sweat, would serve somewhat as the aroma for the match now at hand. And quiet frankly, Petra Anagnos could not get enough.

Playing somewhat wiser, albeit not greatly given it was still she that was in the arms of her foe, Petra had forced her eyes long past the good looks of her bigger foe; latched off onto some far-away object, as to ensure Petra would neither find a quick release in such a steamy situation nor find herself lost in the eyes of a woman as giant as she was gorgeous. From there, a small adjustment would all that would be needed to be done, to leave the Greek beauties head slipping just slightly to the side of her captors own; leaving the cheeks of either figure a mere inch or two from pressing.

"Oh...no...you don't..."

Perhaps surprisingly to those in attendance, and perhaps Artemis most of all, Petra had little intention of leaving her posture. She was more than happy to lose the crushing element of said hold, given a few seconds more of said hold would have given even a frame as tough as the Greek's a reason to collapse, but Petra had plans yet still for being in the bigger woman's arms. Legs hooking up and around the thick, mighty thighs of her foe, as her hands held on gently to those wide hips, Petra forced upon the bigger woman another slow, hefty grind; an upwards direction that damn near forced her chest into the blondes mightier set, before her body reset, seemingly ready for another motion.

"We're...not done..."

Reversing a bearhug was something that she never even thought was possible. People didn’t so much reverse it as they did escape it. While she was by no means a veteran in the industry, even Artemis could be fairly sure that this was something that defied everyone’s expectations. There was no way around it. Her opponent had turned the move against it her in the blink of an eye. It shouldn’t have been possible, especially for someone of Artemis’ stature.

But believe it or not, that’s where things were headed. The former actress was struggling to stay on her two feet as the woman ground up against her, whispering warm breaths against her ear that sent a shiver down her spine.

It felt good. So good. Too good. Her body was starting to feel the effects of the sensation. Artemis had long released the hold, clinging to the Greek’s wonderful body with empty palms. Her knees wobbled, struggling to stay upright as the energy was slowly but surely sapped away from her. The smooth skin running over her own set her nerves alight. Petra’s heavy body pressed against her own. Her strong legs tucked under the muscular blonde’s thicker thigh as if threatening to pull it out from under her should Artemis fail in her efforts to remain standing.

Seemed it she had no choice in that matter, either way. Her body simply couldn’t take any more of this. She didn’t fall. Not from this treatment. The former actress merely took a step back, knelt slowly down, then teetered backward to fall flat on her back, with Petra’s lithe form against her body the whole way.

Artemis upturned her neck, feeling beads of sweat run down her face as she closed her eyes to the stage lights above. Her bare hands ran up the woman’s back as the two remained gripped together. Without even constricting her once, Petra had gotten the blonde giant onto the ground.  It didn’t seem real. It was impressive. It was genius.

It was incredible.

“You...how are you…”