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

Oddly enough, despite her feet being off the ground, her waistline pressed for life, and her thick bust somewhat flattened, it was Petra who held all the cards it seemed.

Soon simply held aloft her feet, Petra began to recognise the sure signs of strain on her larger foes frame. Artemis was massive, and could have likely squeezed Petra in two. But not when her body was filled with lust to the point of quivering. But just as much aware of the unlikeliness of her bigger foe taking the reigns in her panting condition, Petra knew the risks so too of Artemis' figure betraying her, and bringing both bodies to a mess upon the canvas.

Nonetheless, when Artemis' body began to cave, regardless of the fact her descent was more controlled than Petra predicted, the Greek beauty was ready. Snagging one arm low, under and around the thick rear of Artemis, whilst the other embraced her lower back, the giants efforts to slowly descend to the ground were halted outright. Petra had no intention of taking things to the mat, atleast not yet.

More people could see what she was about to do to the considerably bigger woman if they were on their feet, after all.

"Stay with me...sweet little thing..." Words carefully selected as they hummed from Petra's lips, the Greek apparently wanted Artemis to know that in such a contest as this, size did not matter. At least, not in the way Artemis may have believed it did. To Petra, above all else, there was simply more skin for her to grind against.

An act she'd quickly resume, as her hands hugged ample rear and toned flesh. Up and down, over and over, slowly on the descent, quickly on the rise, with the Greeks mighty bust turning stiff against her thick grinding post. Ever motion would end with a brief stabbing of bosoms, with Petra's mighty firm set pressing into Artemis' from beneath. All the while, she merely hummed, watching deep into her opponents eyes.

Artemis wasn’t even entirely aware she had been falling to the floor until her descent fell short, a comfortable shake rousing her back to life. Her eyes cracked back open, staring into Petra’s hazel orbs and feeling a warmth overtake her.

Just as she’d thought before, this woman was far stronger than she looked, holding Artemis’ massive frame with relative ease as she continued her sensual grinding. Seems she wasn’t too keen on deviating from her strategy too soon. And to her credit, it was working surprisingly well. For a moment, the muscular blonde’s eyes rolled up towards the top of her head, sucking in heavier and heavier breaths.

The ‘little’ comment hadn’t passed her by either. If there was any doubt that Petra had been seeking to stake her claim over the American actress, it would have to be pretty thoroughly crushed with that tidbit. She hadn’t been here long, but she’d been in the entertainment industry long enough to hear more than a few rumors surrounding the AFW’s erotic talent. Sexual warriors, practically, capable of turning the mind to mush in an instant.

Petra, from what she could tell, may even be a step above the rest. From the moment she stepped into the ring with this woman, Artemis could feel this woman’s entire aura entangle with her own. Every lustful whisper, every warm breath that washed over her served to weaken her further.

She wasn’t getting out of this. For the moment, at least, she was at the Greek beauty’s beck and call. But she kept in mind this was still a match. She’d keep looking for an opening, to turn this against Petra somehow. For now, though, she’d just go with the flow. There were worse holds to be caught in, after all.

She put one foot behind her and wrapped her hands around Petra’s waist as she pushed forward. Trying to bring herself back upright, she’d take a long breath, restoring some modicum of energy. Once they were both vertical, she’d slowly snake her hand to the back of Petra’s head, matching the Greek’s grinding motion with her own as she brought their foreheads together, forcing their gaze together.

“Enjoying...yourself?”

Whilst Petra had a frame filled with power, maintaining such a dominant grip on a figure such as the one Artemis possessed was still easier said than done. Still, given that the giant soon found her feet once again, and gave a grip similar to her own in return, Petra was somewhat relieved as she found the bigger woman wouldn't quite be falling to the ground just yet. There was more fun to be had on their feet, atleast for the moment, the Greek beauty figured.

Head falling down but a moment as she found Artemis' thick thigh and calf encasing around her own, Petra too found a similarly enjoyable feeling upon her waist, as the bigger woman's hands made themselves at home. Her grind now equally met, Petra did not cower when the giant leaned in; if anything leaning into match her, nudging heads with a clang that was audible, but far from agonising.

"You tell me...you were about to swoon for me..."

Her grinding unaffected by the motion posed back by the bigger woman, the two bodies would find themselves rubbing like sandpaper much to the Greek's delight. When her frame rose, Artemis' would slide down. And when hers fell, the giants would serve as a post from which to slide down. She could barely keep the tongue in her mouth.

Hands slipping a shade further around the bigger beauty, given that she was no longer forced to hoist Artemis and forcibly keep her on her feet, the actress would find her curvaceous rear home to a pair of wandering hands, as it seemed Petra was trying to almost stake her claim to it!

It wasn’t just the fact that Petra was a complete bombshell that made her way of wrestling so effective. It wasn’t just that she had an immense amount of power packed into that fulsome body of hers. It wasn’t even her ability to use it all against you. The way she mixed the power and sensuality into her movements and played them off each other like a voluptuary maestro.

No. What made it all work was the talking. The way her words wrapped around you and flowed like silk, easing their way in and gripping your heart. The fresh, warm breath that washed over like the warm sun of a desert oasis. It worked down the defenses like a knife through wet paper. She didn’t assert her strength because she didn’t need to. She made you want to fall into her arms.

And the former actress may have very well been about to. Again.

Artemis would have loved to keep playing this game, but that was almost the point. Her Greek foe had very easily established her dominance in this field. She was starting to see just why the suits had decided a grapples-only match was so much more interesting. The sun-kissed blonde was really going to have to work for this one. But first things first.

“It’s pretty much a given...with a body like yours, Pets.” She replied, her body continuing its rhythmic grind up and down the woman’s taut body.

As Petra’s hands made themselves at home, Artemis’s own pair would find their way to the Greek’s equally supple rear. Her fingers sank into the toned flesh as she drew the woman forward. She brought her face closer, closing the distance between their flawless countenances, allowing her lips to brush over Petra’s as she whispered in soft tones.

“Which is why I have to do this.”

With a firm grip on Petra’s rear, Artemis would hoist the woman up before quickly wrapping her arms around the woman’s back. Falling backward, the giant blonde would arch her back as she executed a belly-to-belly suplex. As soon as the heavy Greek hit the floor, the pinfall attempt would start. Supposedly. Pretty sure that’s how this works.

Oh? A pet nickname already? Petra simply had to coo.

Barely controlling herself, although outright demanding her own frame do just that to try and portray a sense of dominance upon the bigger figure, Petra made no effort whatsoever to hide her licking of lips, as every mound of the Greek's body mashed with the bigger, bustier frame that had interlocked with her so.

When those hands wandered to her curvy butt, Petra had nothing to fear. Why would she; after all, the two had become apparently more interested in grinding one another silly over the idea of actually wrestling, and given the pleasurable embrace now held between the two hard bodied titans, it didn't appear as if such was about to change. In fact, Petra would go out of her way to reward wandering hands with curious fingers of her own; the tips of both hands literally tickling up Artemis' back, until they found a firm grip upon either shoulder blade.

From there, Petra would not squeeze, but simply press herself forward, forcing mammoth bosoms to practically inflate and mushroom, to the point of nearly seperating those fine midriffs. If only the Greek knew though, that pressing into that bigger frame in such a way was in one manner of speaking, playing into the giants plans. For apparently, Artemis had little intent on keeping the duo on their feet...

"Do what, my-MMMPH!" Suddenly trapped yet again in arms that had already tried to squeeze her figure in two, Petra would hit the ground hard; even harder so, as all of Artemis followed to slam ontop of her. Briefly making that mighty figure nothing short of a pancake, with hardened, thick breasts painfully forced in towards her own ribs, Petra would find that Artemis' attempt to throw the Greek down was not to simply slam her, but to bring about an abrupt end to their fun!

The referee swinging her figure into position, it would be just after the count of one that Petra forced herself to buck; using what space was created to slide her figure under and around Artemis, to at least force a single shoulder up. For given the force of said suplex, and the fact the giant was still using her as if she was nothing more than a mattress, the hard bodied Greek could hardly do much more...

That hurt Artemis as much as it did the lovely Greek it was intended for. Of that, she could assure everyone watching tonight.

Despite her the clear height and weight advantage, Petra had an advantage of her own that was no doubt just as obvious. Even if it wasn’t, the way the American had nearly dropped to the canvas should have clued enough people in. Artemis was a good actor, but she wasn’t quite that good. She wouldn’t have nailed all the subtle little twitches and slow turn of her face as she practically melted against the woman. In all her time entertaining in front of the camera, in an industry where great bodies and pretty faces were just one of many tools of the trade, she couldn’t remember a figure that even came close to the one she was forced to grapple with now.

And it seemed like Petra knew it just as well. She shuddered against the fingers trailing up her back, a line of goosebumps following in their wake as her skin tightened and the Greek’s hands came to settle on her shoulders. Every single curve and supple mound of skin pressed against each other. Her heart beat faster and faster, desiring more and more contact wherever she could find it. There was so much to explore. So much to work with.

It made pulling away...hard. Really hard.

Somewhere buried deep in the back of her mind, though, the blonde giant was reminded that this was still a match. Her debut, no less. Playing Petra’s game, tempting as it was, wouldn’t make the best first impression when she was putty in her hands by the end of it. If there was a moment to retake control of this scrum, it was now.

She brought the woman down with relative ease. Nothing was ever truly easy with someone of the Greek’s size, but she managed it with ring-shaking results. She didn’t expect the pinfall to work, but merely thought it was a good way to keep Petra on her toes. Let her know who was really in charge between them.

That same line of thinking guided the former actress’ next action. She laid comfortably over the woman, her arms still wrapped around the Greek beauty’s lovely midsection as she looked down at her with a wide grin. This was a fun little reversal, wasn’t it? “Sorry, Pets. Nothing I love more than hugging it out.” She leaned down and nuzzle their noses together. “You're just a lot to handle. Can’t have you all at once.” She brought her head back up and shot her smile to one side. “Gotta take my time with you.” Uncurling her arms and bringing them up to the top of Petra’s head, Artemis would shift herself forward over the tall body beneath her, casually having her chest substitute in for her face in the Greek’s vision. With that slight repositioning done, she’d bring herself down, pressing her ample bosom into her opponent’s face to smother her flame out.

Petra might have been one of the few within wrestling with a figure that could endure Artemis' intense body pressing without being hindered, but the Greek's attitude, or rather desire to experience every curve and muscle of her bigger foe meant the darker haired beauty still did not offer resistance, nor did she attempt to push back.

At least for the moment.

Looking on as if merely a child watching her favourite performer, Petra stayed as still as could be as the heftier actress took her time, apparently seeking to adjust her frame so that her body was well and truly blanketing over the Greeks. When the bigger figure nuzzled down, whispering those teasing words, Petra found herself blushing for the first time in the match, with a mild bit of surprise on her face given Artemis suddenly but softly left her hands unhindered.

"That is true...I'll try to do the same..." Whispering back, it was only as Petra leaned her head forward, lips but a inch or so away from nibbling directly on Artemis' ear, did her voice carry a heavy amount of heat to it.

"...When I'm making you forget just where you are...nay...who you are..."

Lowering her head after making quite the statement, Petra would surprisingly stay still even as the bigger figure made her next intentions clear; with Artemis' heavy figure grinding over her own, Petra let loose another lowly, sexual wheeze, before those breasts of her foe were effectively blocking out the light.

And soon enough, the air alongside it, with Petra's arms flapping up into the wind past the bigger figures sides, as Artemis apparently saw fit to smother all sense from her in return for that great claim a second ago!

Petra was a very interesting woman, as if Artemis hadn’t figured that out for herself already. It was a point she felt needed to be stressed again and again, ensuring the woman got the proper recompense for what she kept on bringing to the table.

Despite her mannerisms, she had the strength to match Artemis tit for tat, when she could be asked to take things seriously at least. She even had a bit of a mind for strategy, getting familiar with their mutual weaknesses and turning it in her favor. Now, her opponent was in the undeniably superior position. Pinned beneath a larger mass of muscle than her own, slightly dazed and as close to helpless as one could get. By all rights, she should have been nervous. Should have been fighting her way out. Should have been struggling to reverse the situation in a last-ditch effort.

Not this woman, not tonight. She merely looked back at the former actress as if she’d been waiting for this moment her entire life, leaning in and whispering those hot words against her ear that flowed like honey off her tongue. Artemis’ skin tingled against the sensation as all she could do for a single, fleeting instant in time was look down at her alluring adversary as she settled back down against the canvas, waiting for the embrace.

The actress didn’t intend to keep her waiting for long. “Oh?” Artemis said softly as she brought herself forward, her ample chest mere inches from the tip of Petra’s nose. “In your dreams.”

The muscular blonde lowered herself, smothering the Greek’s lovely face between her fulsome breasts. Fully smothering the woman, Artemis brought her arms around to wrap around the back of Petra’s head, pushing her deeper into her chest, letting her get as close a feel as possible. Part of it was meant to keep Petra subdued and she slapped and flailed in the embrace, the other was the fact that Artemis knew the gesture wouldn’t go unappreciated.