"Come into my parlor," said the spider to the fly. Oil Princess was never accused of being the smartest wrestler. She falls right into my trap. I fight very well from the bottom position. Often times, I choose to do so. As she thrusts her weight forward and falls on top of me, I spread my legs wide and clamp them tightly around her middle. She lets out a high pitched squeal as I slam my legs shut. I see the agony on her face as she realizes that she's made a mistake and is in a world of hurt as I squeeze the life from her like a boa constrictor does to its prey.
She's also been calling me "Sandra," as if she's trying to bother me and get inside my head. She knows very well that my name is Sara. Upon hearing that, I use my strong legs to turn Oil Princess to the side as I continue my brutal and relentless squeeze around her middle. "Say my name, bitch!" I continue to taunt her. "SAY MY NAME!!"