Morgan Raine vs. Odessa Brock

Costume Swap Submission Match

Win via submission. Prior to going for the submission, a wrestler must be wearing her opponentâ€s complete costume.

After hearing the unique stipulation of the match she was to compete in next, Odessaâ€s mind immediately began to race, dreaming up unique costumes she could wear that would be humiliating for her opponent to put on during the fight. She thought of exchanging her usual attire for a hot pink thong leotard, that would give the audience a generous view of her—and, later in the match, her opponentâ€s—ass. She thought of wearing some sort of cosplay attire, forcing her opponent to don a nurseâ€s uniform, or cowgirlâ€s work duds, or an anime characterâ€s magical suit in order to claim the victory. For a while, she even toyed with the idea of wearing nothing but a tiny thong and a couple of pasties covering her nipples!

She discarded each of these ideas in turn. Some of them were impractical, some would be too difficult to implement on such short notice, and some of them would actually make it significantly easier for her opponent to claim the victory, assuming the girl could overcome the embarrassment. Ultimately, Odessa decided that her usual attire was more than suitable for a match such as this one. It was revealing enough that it would embarrass a modest opponent, while the skintight leotard, knee-high boots, and detached sleeves would make it a challenge to slip off and on in the midst of battle.

Odessa entered to a triumphant fanfare and a loud cheer from the audience, who had gotten to know and appreciate the British beauty greatly during her first few AFW matches. Slipping into the ring, Odessa would give them a sweeping, all-encompassing wave and a bright smile, before heading over to her corner to wait for her opponent. She couldnâ€t wait to see what it was the other woman would be wearing.

When Morgan entered, it was to a wave of booing. This was only her second match, and yet she had received an even more hostile reaction. Perhaps Odessa really had gone over with the audience. Heh. Well, it was to be expected. She was used to having rotten luck and this match itself was no exception. She had heard that her opponent was one of the best submission artists in AFW. This, of course, was barely a surprise at this point. For some reason or another, it seemed like she was running a gauntlet of the elites in this company. Was this her welcome party?

She grinned as she flexed one well-toned arm and patted her bicep. If it was going to come down to a test of strength, she was no slouch. Letting Odessa take it to the ground would be suicide, given her own past as an embarassment to grapplers everywhere. Like usual, she was wearing her bulletproof vest and combat boots. But today, for this particular match, she had taken tight camo shorts instead of her usual pants. It might've been a double edged sword in that it'd be hard to take off, but she wanted to be shrugging off her clothes on her own terms.

Flipping over the ropes like usual, she immediately turned to her opponent and extended her hand. This was a real messed up kind of match, but she had to be professional about this business. No complaining!

"A shake before the bell rings, eh? We're not here to break bones, after all." She always did sound so condescending when speaking as Colonel Granite.

Odessaâ€s eyes tracked her opponent from the moment the woman appeared at the top of the ramp to the moment she hopped into the ring. The pink-haired wrestler was a relatively impressive figure, only slightly shorter and perhaps a tiny bit skinnier than Odessa herself was. She was smiling, but, from what Odessa could find out about her opponent, Colonel Granite could be a rather mean-spirited sort of girl, and the British beauty would be sure to keep an eye out for anything that the Canadian might try to spring on her.

As her opponent approached her with hand extended, her voice dripping with condescension as she spoke about matters of civility, Odessa would put one hand on her hip and grin back at her slightly shorter opponent, extending her other hand to accept the proffered shake. “Certainly not,” the British woman agreed, with a nod of her head. “I wouldnâ€t want to hurt such a darling girl as you—or, rather, I wouldnâ€t want to hurt you significantly. You know how the business is.”

She chuckled, her eyes briefly glancing downwards to more closely examine the costume which she would have to strip her foe of and subsequently don for the victory. It was a fairly utilitarian outfit, but it did have something of an air of sexiness to it—not like Odessaâ€s own clothes, but with a body like hers, she could make even a plastic bag look good. The vest and boots would not be difficult to remove from Colonel Graniteâ€s body—those tight-fitting little shorts, however, might pose something of a problem.

Morgan could safely say that Odessa was pretty big, now that she was up close. She found herself staring at her opponent, although her gaze was not directed at the most prominent place on the dark skinned beauty's body. Those were some dangerous muscles, that was for sure. Maybe they'd be equal, maybe her opponent would be just the slightest bit stronger. Either way, Colonel Granite was not going to have a strength advantage here.

Still, she wasn't about to quail in fear. There was a show to put on, and titan vs titan wouldn't be a draw without putting some real effort into it.

The tanned wrestler shook Odessa's hand promptly, refraining from any dirty tricks as she did. "Sure do. Now let's have a good match, eh?" She smiled, a little bit of sweetness slipping out when she was supposed to be perfectly mocking.

That leotard was going to be hard to put on in a hurry, but she had her ways. As long as Odessa didn't figure out the simplest way to deny Morgan victory, they'd be able to do this clean. Well, as clean as she could let it be. She had to be the bad guy, after all. With that last thought in mind, the tanned wrestler backed off and dropped low into a grappling stance as the bell rung. It was time to see who would make the first move.

Odessaâ€s eyes followed those of her opponent as they scanned her, and her smile grew a little wider. She was used to being ogled, both by her opponents and by potential sexual partners, and it always amused her to try to discern what body parts any particular girl paid the most attention to. When it came to this Canadian brawler, she was being rather practical in her staring, giving Odessaâ€s toned, dangerous arms a good looking-over. Odessa herself had quickly scanned Colonel Graniteâ€s weapons, as well, albeit not quite this thoroughly. They would be close to equal in terms of strength. Odessa wanted to say that she had a very slight advantage over her opponent, but she couldnâ€t know that for sure until the fight had begun.

Neither woman would be trying any tricks during the handshake, as Odessa simply smiled back at her opponent, a slightly condescending air about her as she had to lower her head a little to look at the slightly shorter wrestler. “Certainly, dear. It will be an interesting one—thereâ€s no doubt about it.” As she stepped back and put her arms out in front of her, bending down into her own grappling stance, she would add: “May the best woman win.”

When the bell rang, Odessa would not make a move right away. She bounced on her heels for a moment, ready to counter Colonel Granite should the Canadian woman charge her. After a few seconds, the British beauty would then begin walking forward, slowly tracing a circle around where her opponent stood, keeping her hands up in front of her as she prepared to attack if Morgan didnâ€t.

"Why, thanks for the vote of confidence." The Colonel grinned as she started sidestepping. This was no easy task, judging from the way Odessa moved. She didn't have to be the keenest person in the league to realize that her opponent was more mobile than her. Her expression briefly became one of focused annoyance as she backed off. The pink haired bruiser wasn't about to expose herself, not when her opponent's skills at holds could leave her broken on the floor in short order.

"Come on. I thought you were supposed to be the aggressive type. Will you just flit away like a little butterfly?" She taunted, her sharp white teeth clearly visible as she goaded Odessa on.

Power against power was so very refreshing, but she needed to soften her opponent up before she could really get working.

Odessa smirked as her opponent mocked the way she circled around without attacking. This Colonel Granite was certainly a mouthy one. Odessa would have to teach her a thing or two about curtailing her penchant for deprecating quips.

“Come now, dear,” she replied, her voice dripping with just the right amount of condescension. “What do you take me for—some bumbling giant who can be goaded into a blind charge at the slightest provocation. Iâ€ll tell you right now that I will not be easily outwitted.” She laughed, then, taking a step in towards her Canadian opponent, she would add: “But since you seem so eager…”

Quickly, Odessa would take another step forward and try to grab onto Colonel Graniteâ€s arm. If she could, Odessa would then throw the pink-haired girl towards the ropes, looking to gain an advantage right from the get-go.

Colonel Granite went with the flow, continuing to smirk as she ran to the ropes. As soon as she turned and hit them with her back, she sprung back with her left arm bent. She was planning to assault the giantess with a running elbow smash! Only then did she consider that telegraphing that move was a bad idea, but she merely clenched her teeth and kept on charging.

She had to press her advantage or lose steam! She didn't know how good her opponent's stamina was, so she couldn't take any chances. Brute force was the only thing she could count on here.

Odessaâ€s attack was successful, in that she managed to send Colonel Granite sailing into the ropes. The Canadian didnâ€t seem to mind much, however—she used the momentum generated by Odessaâ€s attack to her advantage, bouncing off of the ropes and coming charging back in towards the British beauty. Odessa only had a couple of seconds to react, but, thanks to the telegraphing that her opponent did of her attack, the ebony warrior knew just where she would need to move. As Morgan flew in at her with her elbow, Odessa would step to the side, letting her opponent pass by her, then attempting to give the girl a hard push. With any luck, that would send Colonel Granite headfirst into the ropes, and Odessa would have an opportunity to take control of this battle.

Everything seemed to be going fine until Odessa dodged to the side. Once the Colonel felt the force of that mighty hand upon her back, she knew that she was about to take a rather severe tumble. Her quick reaction saved her from completely losing balance, though. The tanned brawler managed to lunge forward, taking a few more steps before she fell. Instead of catching her throat and face against the ropes, she fell chest first against them. Her arms were hanging over the top rope, though.

If Odessa were to attack now, she didn't think that she'd be able to defend herself against the ebony wrestler's skillful manuevers.