Oil wrestling Border Wars: Minerva vs. Tessa

Finally, after some moments of anticipation if her unorthodox move and the threatening gesture of the other girl, the Dane finally tapped and the Blonde could release her body scissor.

“You better take another look in the rulebook of wrestling, Minerva-chan. As long as it isn´t a closed fist, it is as perfectly legal as a German suplex.”
This explanation alone was un-doubtful one of the best moments in her entire wrestling career. She usually was not the type to gloat, but this girl had deserved whatever was coming to her, at least in this match.
“Looks like I have to buy some smorebrod or however it is called. I have a Danish special guest tonight!”

When the toned legs finally uncoiled from around her waist, Minerva took in a big breath of air, then rolled her eyes as she heard Tessa’s words. “I don’t recall saying you cheated. Only that you got lucky.” she retorted, though her irritation climbed to even further heights when Tessa mentioned having a Danish guest tonight.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself! All you’ve won is a free move. You haven’t won this battle yet.” Minerva replied as if she hadn't been the exact same way when the situation was reversed earlier, then positioned herself on all fours. “Hurry up, would you?! I don’t have all night.” she barked, impatiently waiting for Tessa to execute her free move so they could get on with the match again.

“Are you sure? My plan and the idea of this match actually say that you have all night.”
Gloating was not something that could be heard often from the Blonde, but this Minerva chick really had a way to spout out annoyance and arrogance with basically everything, with her moves and sentences, basically everything out of her textbook.

“Maybe this is your first reality check here in AFW, Minerva-chan. Oh wait, my mistake. I heard another Blonde has already lined up too to show you how things are done here.”
The agitation game surely worked both way, with Tessa now in the top position, it was much sweeter than before. But not as sweet as putting Minerva into a cross legged STF as her free move after shoving her on the front, having both the advantage to slide over the body of the Dane for a bit while also putting her into a tough submission.

“Tch. You know exactly what I mean.” Minerva responded while rolling her eyes at Tessa’s gloating comment. But the next words out of the German’s lips quickly brought the Dane from frustrated to surprised, then to angry all in the course of a few seconds. If Tessa meant who Minerva thought she did, then she was dancing around a line that was quite dangerous to cross.

But unfortunately, Minerva was in no position to do much about it at the moment. She was shoved onto her front, and quickly put into a cross-legged STF, bringing a shout of pain from her lips. But the amazon quickly grit her teeth and fought to restrain her voice as much as possible, not wanting to give Tessa the satisfaction of hearing the full effects of her hold. And from there she’d ride out the remainder of the blonde’s free move, fully determined to make her pay for her insolence the moment she had the chance.

Finally able to put down some payback on the arrogant Dane that had made her look stupid in the early part of this match, the German did attempt to put her best effort into the punishing move. An accomplished wrestler, Tessa, despite the silence of Minerva, knew how devastating and punishing the STF was when it was executed by a wrestler and not an entertainer that pretended to wrestle.

After the referee girl had finished her count up to 4, the last possible time to lose the submission hold on Minerva, Tessa let go of the other girl and rolled a little to the side, sitting on her knees. She was not sure if it had been a good idea to bait the bear with Cecilia, but it had simply felt too sweet to not do it.

Maintaining her silence as much as she did was no easy task as Tessa applied the excruciating hold. If there was any question in the Dane’s mind whether her foe had any actual skill in genuine wrestling, it had largely been put to rest now. Still Minerva endured, gritting her teeth as she rode out the pain through the ref’s full count.

When Tessa finally released the hold and rolled off of her, Minerva put her hands against the oil-slicked ground for support while taking several deep breaths. And as she recovered, the blonde’s taunt about Cecilia continued to fester in Minerva’s mind. Being forced to submit for the first time since arriving to AFW hadn’t exactly been a shining moment for the amazon, but Tessa had really pushed some dangerous buttons now.

Minerva remained silent as she waited for Tessa to assume the starting position again so the match could continue, but that almost certainly wouldn’t last long. Malicious intent was practically radiating off of her. She almost looked like a chained beast who knew she was about to be unleashed, and was just waiting for the right moment.

“That was nice!”
If Tessa had only known what was going on in the mind of Minerva right now, she probably would have done exactly the same with her and kept on her grim smile. It wasn´t that this was a dangerous thing to do, it surely was. Either the opponent would go all in a blind fury fashion to become an easy victim, or the focus would rise and the Blonde find herself in big trouble.

Taking the starting position, Tessa would make only a loose grip around the waist of Minerva from behind to enable her to not get her arms trapped under the other girl before she attempted to drop her on the front again by dropping down upon her with her own weight.

Minerva was almost as still as a statue as she waited for Tessa to get in the starting position again. And when she felt the arms loosely wrap around her waist from behind, she tried to mentally brace herself for whatever was coming next. The blonde’s weight then dropped right onto Minerva’s back, forcing the Dane’s body to jerk toward the ground.

But the amazon’s strong arms held, keeping her from falling all the way. And she’d then try to push her body back up while simultaneously jerking to the side, hoping to throw Tessa off of her and dump her onto the ground, where she would then quickly attempt to latch onto the German by wrapping an arm tightly around her head and neck with a headlock to make sure she didn’t go anywhere.

Tessa was rather rarely surprised from something that went on in a match. for a moment, surely, but not in a way that came stunningly clear with her not seeing it coming in any way. Never would she have estimated that Minerva could simply stand her ground and refuse to fall, causing a really dumb folded impression when she basically bounced off the back of her oily opponent, making it easy to put her on the back and put her in a headlock.

“Ghh!”
She gasped in a mixture of total surprise and beginning pain in the side of her head while tightly held in the grip of the other girl.

The German was certainly not the lightest foe Minerva had faced, but fortunately her strength was enough to hold under Tessa’s weight so she could throw the girl down. And once the headlock was secured, Minerva’s sadistic grin started to return.

While keeping her arms tightly locked around Tessa’s head and neck, Minerva attempted to maneuver one leg to coil around her foe’s. Then, she’d roll back to try to pull Tessa onto her back, while simultaneously moving her other limbs to attempt to lock Tessa in a grounded version of an Octopus Stretch, a hold which Minerva liked to refer to as the Reigns of Castamere. And for the icing on the cake, if she could manage to get the hold locked in, she’d then move the fingers of her free hand to rub teasingly over Tessa’s womanhood.