Oscar Pine vs Nikki Lane - Beach Match

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Once again, Nikki's attack had gone of without a hitch. And once again, she had Oscar screaming in her submission hold. The only real difference now was that Nikki was bending Oscar's arm the wrong way now instead of his knee. When Nikki heard Oscar ask what she was doing after she wiggled her butt in his face, Nikki responded with a giggle.

"Well Oscar, this... positioning shall we say, is a natural part of the hold. And I figured that if everyone else here is getting to enjoy this match, why shouldn't you?" Nikki would be lying if she tried to say there wasn't any teasing in her tone, but she really did want Oscar to be able to share in at least some of the fun she was having.

Of course, Oscar didn't quite see things the same way as Nikki did. He started trying to escape, but it really looked like the boy just didn't know how to escape from submissions. He tried to throw punches into Nikki's stomach, with his free arm. but with where that arm was and the position he was stuck in, it would be difficult from him to even reach Nikki's stomach, much less get any meaningful power behind the punch.

For her part, Nikki just kept squeezing every extra bit she could out of this hold. Pulling Oscar's wrist a bit further back, and pressing down on his elbow with her crotch to get that little extra bend in his arm until it looked like Oscar wouldn't be able to take much more before she would switch to her next hold for the audience's viewing pleasure.

[Ultima]

Oscar was in a world of hurt, and he just started his match. Nikki was literally playing with him, it was like Oscar was a walking, talking punching bag. Nikki cared more for the crowd watching than actually winning the match. As if her win was already guaranteed somehow, Oscar needed to do something, anything that would give him a chance in the match.

Nikki would start talking about Oscar enjoying the hold along with the rest of the audience. HOW COULD I ENJOY THIS?!? Oscar let out with a mixture of pain and frustration.

In a act of desperation Oscar's repeated blows didn't work on Nikki. So he would have to dig deeper in that desperation otherwise he would be tapping out soon. Now with his free arm, Oscar would grab onto Nikki's leg and start to claw at them repeatedly. Digging his fingers into her skin, at the very least Nikki would have to put some attention on Oscar's free arm.

If that were to be the case, Oscar would use all his power to try his arm away from Nikki. Otherwise he would just keep clawing at her, making this now a battle of attrition somewhat. Though still leaning on Nikki's side.

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As Nikki continued to dominate Oscar, the boy grew more desperate and frustrated. Contrary to what Nikki had hoped, Oscar very loudly expressed the lack of enjoyment he had in his current position, and began to switch from punching with his free hand, to clawing at Nikki's thigh. Nikki felt it too. It was the first semblance of damage that she been dealt in the match.

"Ah!" Nikki hissed out with a sharp gasp. "What? Are you not a butt kinda guy? Well then, what about thighs?" Nikki asked as she removed one hand from the arm she had been attacking to grab Oscar's free arm. With both arms under her control, Nikki would then turn Oscar onto his back as she stepped behind his head and sat down. Then Nikki would try to lock the boy into her Blueberry Maker.

The Blueberry Maker

"If this isn't to your liking, I can put you in a breast smother next. But that'll be it. If you don't like that, then I won't know what to do. I guess I could try my Facesit Splits, but you already said you don't like my butt." Nikki said with a laugh. While also letting the crowd get excited with anticipation for Nikki's finisher.

[Ultima]

Oscar had reached the bottom of his desperation well. Now resorting to clawing at Nikki's leg trying to get her to let go. Not the move he would like to go for, but it was the only thing he could do. Nikki on the other hand was more focused on making jokes than Oscar's attempt.

Oscar's only response would be Ugh...More of a winning guy. Not that Nikki much cared for his response as she moved into another submission hold. Just moving Oscar further and further away from his victory. Now placing him in her special hold the Blueberry Maker.

Oscar would quickly move his hands to Nikki's legs trying to pull on them to make the hold easier to manage. All while trying not to get choked out. While Oscar was fighting for his life Nikki was already planning her next move. The people watching were even more willing to see Nikki's big move rather than Oscar's possible comeback.

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As Nikki continued to keep Oscar trapped in her headscissors, the boy's face began to turn from it's natural tan to an oxygen deprived state of blue. The namesake of the attack. It was clear at this point that Nikki was the superior wrestler, and that the match would probably be over soon. She could end it like this this if she wanted to, but Nikki did promise the crowd a bit more.

Nikki would start by rolling over onto her stomach while maintaining her headscissors, dragging Oscar with her. Then Nikki would plant her hands down into the sand and arching her back into yoga's cobra pose. She thrust out her chest and drove her hips, along with Oscar's face, down into the sand. She raised one arm and waved to the crowd before shouting to them, "You guys ready for the finisher?"

The crowd roared affirmative, so Nikki went to work. She rolled back over onto her back and then released Oscar from the Blueberry Maker before get on top of the boy and straddling him. "I really hope you like this one since I call it the Crowd Pleaser!" With that, Nikki would drop down chest first onto Oscar, her breasts enveloping his head as Nikki pulled it further in with her arms. In addition, she would also catch his legs in a grapevine and begin stretching them apart. "Thanks for the fight Oscar, I mean it. But it ends here. Whether you pass out or tap out makes no difference to me."

[Ultima]

Oscar was beyond screwed, despite some tough talk on his part he had no actual plan on how to get out of this hold. The worst part about it was that Nikki knew this and was going to milk that for everything it was worth. More focused on actually pandering towards the crowd. Not that Oscar was something she needed to worry about, but it was still hurtful nonetheless to his pride.

Rolling onto her stomach, Nikki would also carry Oscar onto his stomach into her hold. While Nikki was seemingly known for being playful, she would show some of her sadistic side. Driving Oscar's head into the sand with her hips. Bracing for impact and closing his eyes. Oscar's goal now was the just survive this hold. Not once in his life did he thing sand would be the thing to be suffocating him.

And he was wrong to assume so as he could vaguely here Nikki call for her finisher. Finally releasing Oscar who would clean his face and cough for air. Nikki would just get right back on Oscar, now on his stomach. Clamping down on Oscar with her breasts, smothering the poor boy. If that wasn't bad enough Oscar's legs would be caught in a grapevine, stretching them apart.

Once again Oscar would start to struggle frantically. Though this time he wouldn't last nearly as long, slowing down much sooner than before. At least refusing the tap out was a small victory to him. Sooner or later his movements would stop all together and he'd just accept Nikki's victory.

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The match had now officially been brought to a simple matter of time. Nikki had the Crowd Pleaser, a hold that was currently doing quite the job living up to its name, locked in. Oscar hadn't been able to fight a single answer for Nikki's onslaught of submissions from the onset of the match. And his movements were slowing down by the moment as he lay trapped in this one.

Nikki's eyes found the camera's in the crowd. Some LAW's some fan's. Nikki smiled for as many as she could turn her head too. And she had good reason to smile too. This was the happiest she had been in her career, if not her life. Not only did she get to wrestle in a LAW PPV basically in her own backyard, the match went nothing short of perfect. All that was left was for Oscar to either tap or be called out by the ref. Then it'd be time for pics and autographs with the crowd.

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Oscar was out of options. Not that he had any to begin with, Nikki's smothering made it so Oscar was having a hard time breathing. Trying to get out of the hold was out of the question. Slowly but surely Oscars eyes would roll to the back of his head. His breathing slowing down, reaching a point where it stopped all together. Following that Oscar's body would end up going limp under Nikki's hold. The match was a complete loss to him. Smothering under Nikki's hold, hopefully her or the ref noticed before this smothering session became dangerous.

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Nikki was beaming. Internally and externally, for the cameras and for herself. She wiggled her chest a bit on Oscar's face, getting eager for him to pass out to make her victory official. And it wouldn't be long before she got her wish. She could feel it. The involuntary movements of the body beneath her slowing down and stopping. The breath against her breasts growing weaker until it too stopped. Oscar was out.

"Hey ref, can I get the KO call?" The ref was already coming to check on Oscar as Nikki asked. And he confirmed what Nikki already knew. Oscar was out, the match was over, and she had won. "Yes!" Nikki cheered as she jumped up off of Oscar and began waving and blowing kisses to her cheering home crowd. The match was supposed to be the hard part of Nikki's trip home, but with that absolutely cruised through, all Nikki had left to do was celebrate Cali style.

Winner by KO: Nikki Lane