The road to Summer Splash: Barbarian oil match!

Greeko Roman OLYMPIC oil wrestling match
Attire: Nude
The ring: Mat based, no ropes, no ring posts
The rules:
*Any wrestler who is forced out of the ring has to enter the basic position in the middle of the ring with the other wrestler kneeling behind her.
*Hentai allowed
*No striking allowed.
*The execution of an OLYMPIC slam counts as having shoved your opponent out of the ring.
*A three count also counts as if you had shoved your opponent out of the ring.
Winning condition:
Submission only

The road to Summer Splash had recently been opened for all the fans, spectators, critics and of course also the wrestling girls.
Tessa had recently come from a close victory over the sexy knight Triin. Said match had not been directly televised but added to the growing list of historical matches with Tessa as a main stay focus girl. Her journeys through time had already seen her in the Age of the British empire, the era of Knighthood and one of her first adventures had been set in ancient Rome.

Now with the new line up for Summer Splash made public, the director of the video series had pitched an idea to the officials to make one match of Summer Splash also part of the video series. To see if this would be appropriate for the big line up of Summer Splash a match between Tessa and a luscious newcomer had been set up. It would be shown to selected audiences at first and if it caused enough buzz, would serve as a preparation story for Summer Splash, but it would be chronically added as a prequel to her first history match series in any way. Tessa would face an exotic beauty in an oil wrestling match with a twist to show how she was prepared for her match at Summer Splash in a gladiatorial school with some small ranks for maybe 100 people who had paid the high prices to be live at the gladiator school.

To add to the feeling, the already nude and wild manned Blonde had been shackled together at the wrists and was accompanied into the ring by two girls from development who were dressed as Roman guards who more or less urged her forward with blunt spears. As the love child of a British man and a German woman, Tessa symbolized two of the grimmest neighbors and at the same time most barbaric adversaries of ancient Rome, an indomitable Teutonic and a crafty Celt.

To stay in her role, the usually friendly and open face of Tessa was closed and determined while she stepped from one foot to the other in anticipation after she had been led to one side of the ring to wait for the arrival of her opponent.

As a newcomer to the AFW, Safia had been happy to take whatever matches she could get. When she got an invitation to participate in the summer pay per view event, she was beyond excited. It did come with the small condition that beforehand, she take part in a special series, but that hardly mattered to her. She was willing to take any and all chances to get out and wrestle with the hotties at AFW.

And it wasn't as if the special series was somethjng she was uncomfortable with. She understood the stipulations of the match to basically be a nude oil wrestling match, which was something she was quite excited by. The historical role-play was a bit odd, but Safia could dig it. It was nice fluff that probably made the people who watched the match more excited.

Like her opponent, Safia entered the ring nude and shackled, brought forth by two lovely girls dressed in Roman armor. She took the role of a prisoner from Persia, taken during one of the incessant wars between the two empires. In her mind Safia thought of herself as a princess from Babylon forced to fight in the gladiatorial pits for some Roman pervert's amusement. For some reason that thought turned her on quite a bit.

Her opponent seemed to fit the bill of a Germanic barbarian quite well. Being new to the league, Safia had not had much of a chance to get to know the other girls. But from what she could tell, Tessa looked quite strong. Safia did not hesitate to step into the pool of oil after her shackles were undone. She walked with a seductive swagger, playing up her role as the exotic Easterner, partially for the show but also to get into her opponent's mind. She kept silent for the moment, looking at her opponent with her purple eyes, waiting for Tessa to make the first move.

When her shackled were removed, Tessa commented that with a little grunt. Rubbing her wrists for a little bit, she would look in the direction where her opponent would enter the ring. And she would not be disappointed by the choice who would be her opponent, a darker skinned stunning vixen of a wrestler. Usually she made direct research when she saw a new promo or hype video about a girl new to AFW. Of course only for training reasons, not to ogle them or something like that. No way! So she was now forced to study the body and the movements of her opponent here for the first time, and the walk alone made her tongue flicker nervously behind her closed lips.

She had made more than a few matches and quite well versed in this type of match, so she also did not hesitate to step into the oily ring, but with a more direct approach that projected power and agility all at once with a confident smile on her face before she would stand face to face and breast to breast with Safia for a silent battle of willpower and their breasts, hands stemmed in her hips.

"She seems confident," Safia thought as she stared down her approaching opponent. They stood face to face, Safia looking up slightly at her taller opponent to maintain fierce eye contact. Tessa had a strong but lean frame, similar to Safia's, though it seemed her breasts were a bit bigger. Safia almost unconsciously arched her back upwards just a bit more and puffed out her chest, letting their breasts touch, challenging her opponent.

"It's Tessa, right?" Safia said, breaking the silence, "I'm going to warn you, just because I'm new here doesn't mean I'll make things easy." As if to emphasise that she meant business, Safia twisted her body slightly, bumping her firm c-cup breasts up against Tessa's larger pair. Upon seeing her opponent Safia had already decided that no matter how this match went, she was going to force Tessa to cum for her. All the oil and close body contact was just going to make things easy in the mind of the Persian vixen.

“I would be very disappointed if you were a pushover and would just roll over to let me ravage you. Ah well, not so very disappointed maybe.”
Safia had broken the silence and made clear how her ideas about this match were, and Tessa could answer accordingly with a not so serious reply but also respect. Of course there was a lot of bravado in her voice, but Tessa had expected nothing less from an AFW wrestler. And she would definitely look up the profile and matches of the exotic vixen in the future!

Not wanting to stay behind after the attack of Safia, she would move her right breast against the opposing breast of Safia and then slowly swing around with her hips so that her left breast would also come to her right. One of her hands would also wander to the hip of the Persian princess and squeeze her lightly to get a taste of her firmness there.
“And yes, my name is Tessa. What is your name?”

Safia held back from licking her lips as Tessa answered her breast challenge in kind, pressing her larger breasts against Safia's nipple to nipple. When Tessa reached around and grabbed Safia's hip, the Persian beauty did the same, her hands gently grabbed Tessa around her waist as well and pulling her in. Safia's body was tight and lean, similar to Tessa's though just a bit smaller. Her butt and waist were wide and curvy though. Tessa would find a nice softness around Safia's hips and butt.

"I'm Safia," the dusky beauty said, "I hope you'll have as much fun as I plan on having!" She cracked a small devious smile on her face as she bumped hips, pressing her sex gently against her opponent's for just a moment to tease her.

Safia then released Tessa and stepped back to get ready for the match. In her mind, the pre-match posturing was over. She hoped she got deep enough into Tessa's head to psyche her out a bit, but judging by the blonde's confidence she doubted it. Safia was ready though for whatever Tessa could dish out!

“Safia. That has a very exotic ring in my ears. I will remember it fondly when I tell my people how you were moaning under my glistening body.”
Tessa replied with confidence, gasping softly when the girl returned the favor and also put a hand on her hip after pulling them close together for a friendly bump.

“Uhh, you surely know what you want.”
She cooed, positively impressed by the show of confidence the Persian beauty also carried around with her. This would be a real test for her big match at Summer Splash! Tilting her head from left to right before being truly ready, she would duck a little into a grapple stance, aiming for an old fashioned lock up.

Safia raised her arms as well, lowering herself into a practiced grappling stance. The pool of oil they were wrestling in was going to make staying on her feet difficult. Safia already noticed how even when she dug in her feet, they slipped around on the mats underneath. Luckily the ground seemed soft, so she could dig in deeper. And should she fall it wouldn't hurt too much.

The Persian beauty moved forward, locking up with Tessa in a classic collar and elbow. She wasn't planning to overpower her opponent though, nor to try and wrestle her down. Safia wanted to bring the fight to the ground as soon as possible, and cover the both of them in oil so the real fun could start. After only a moment of grappling, she changed her stance.

"Whoops!" Safia said as she suddenly slipped sideways, twisting her body and falling into the oil on her side. She gripped onto Tessa tightly as she fell, hoping to drag the sexy blonde with her! Safia made it look accidental, but it was totally intentional. She wanted to see just how Tessa handled herself when covered completely in oil!

Safia seemed to accept the lock up. Safia, what an exotic yet familiar name, oh how much you could change a perception of someone when replacing a single letter with another. The Blonde was sure that she would have the upper hand over the Persian Princess in this hold, but said Princess had other plans when she suddenly fell and dragged her along with her, while both girls were accompanied by a little splash of oil and a yelp of the Blonde, much to the pleasure of the audience.
“Uah!”

Luckily, Tessa had not been whirled to the floor or something and just dragged with, so she would try to move a leg between the legs of Safia to stay on top while also trying to lay her oily and glistening arms around the other girl, one arm over the shoulder and the other arm under a shoulder to get a hint of stability for her hold which was basically impossible to achieve at all in a bout like this.
“How clumsy of you.”
She commented with a giggle and a little kiss on the cheeks of the Persian.

Tessa came along for the fall quite easily, falling into Safia’s trap. Tessa's easygoing reaction to the fall let Safia know that she thought it was an accident. That suited Safia perfectly. She rolled onto her back, opening up her legs to let Tessa get on top of her. It was the exact position Safia wanted Tessa to be in.

When Tessa leaned in and kissed her cheeks, safia's hands snaked behind the blonde's head and pulled down to keep her in place. Her long legs snapped around Tessa's waist to hold her down. With the oil, Safia knew that getting a good grip on her opponent would become very difficult. However since the match just started Tessa didn't have much oil on her yet, while Safia was literally bathing in it right now. She needed to press this advantage while she still had it.

"Clumsy? No, this is intentional," Safia said as she pulled Tessa's head right up against hers, meeting her eyes with a seductive gaze. Her legs began to squeeze down on Tessa's waist, straightening as she flexed her thighs, ankles locking behind Tessa to put her into a powerful bodyscissor!