Ossi Shamar vs Holly Matheson (L) - "Special Delivery" Match for the Loser's Championship

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Holly looked around bewildered, as she felt Ossi’s screams of protest vibrate between her ample breasts. The pretty Syrian princess was irate, glaring daggers at Holly while the ref rolled her eyes and the fans cried out in chorus of jeers. Holly looked up and around, wide-eyed and embarrassed at thinking, even for a moment, she could try to steal one.

“OH!” Holly squealed when she was shoved off of Ossi, falling back onto her ass. Holly shook her head as she scrambled up to all fours, struggling to get to her feet. Blushing bright red in embarrassment, Holly tried to keep moving, and not focus on trying to score a pin in an obviously non-pinning match … somehow, the Brit managed to botch a pinfall!

“I’ll take you down one way or another,” Holly said, tugging at the cups of her ring gear to make certain her bosom was going to stay in place as she scrambled. “At least I didn’t- AH!” Holly didn’t get to finish her rejoinder, as Ossie plowed hard into her. Holly winced as she instinctively locked up with Ossi, a hand around her collar and another at her elbow. The Syrian princess was enraged, however, plowing the buxom British bimbo right into the turnbuckle.

“Aaargh!’ Holly moaned, writhing in pain. Her back was grinding against the turnbuckle, her legs squirming as she struggled against Ossi, weakly looking to hold whatever ground she could against the challenger’s assault. Holly’s chest thrust forward, pressing into Ossi, as her arms trembled with effort. Holly’s pretty features scrunched in frustration, as her opponent had total control, now.

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Ossi ignored Holly's pitiful attempt at a quick, racing forward to lock up with her foe. Pinfall or no pinfall, her pride had still been pricked after having the other woman's ample bosom stuffed embarrassingly into her face! Part of her was more embarrassed to know that had this been a normal match Holly could well have pinned her there and then! She had to do better - she had to destroy this weakling and prove she didn't deserve to be anywhere near the loser belt.

She shoved Holly back hard, ramming the current Loser Champ into the turnbuckle and pressing her into place, doing her best to exert her dominance over her older foe. Their breasts pressed together as Ossi tried to use her bodyweight to hold Holly in place gritting her teeth with the effort, grinding and straining against Holly's strength.

"You won't be taking me anywhere, you bumbling imbecile," Ossi hissed shrilly. "You are keeping that belt - it will never come to me. NEVER!" With her shrill words echoing in the air she suddenly broke the lock up, twisting and attempting to grab Holly's head with one arm. With a cry of effort Ossi then tried to drag the British Bombshell out of the corner and sling her straight into a vicious snapmare to send Holly to the mats.

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“Aaaaowww,” Holly whined, as her spine was ground against the turnbuckle. Frustrated, Holly scowled at being manhandled by the Syrian princess, the woman’s pretty face scowling as she roughed Holly up in the turnbuckle. Holly kicked her legs, trying to buck Ossi away despite having no leverage or power to do so. Instead, Holly would feel Ossi’s slender body grinding against her, powerless to do anything about it. Frustrated, Holly didn’t understand how she had gone from what could have been a quick, stolen victory, to being helpless in the corner of the ring.

“G-get off of me!” Holly demanded, glaring at Ossi and trying her level best to look tough. The pillowy British Bombshell couldn’t get herself off of the turnbuckle, but Ossi didn’t plan to keep her there for long. Holly gasped as Ossi released the lock up, before snatching her by the head and snapmaring her to the canvas. Holly went end over end, flailing limbs and hair as she was quickly flipped off her feet.

“OWW!” Holly cried out as her round ass got bounced unceremoniously onto the canvas. Holly’s ample figure jiggled as she was put in a seated position. The Brit winced in pain, feeling pain shoot up from her tailbone. Her body bounced lightly a few times, while she could only shake her head. The quick snapmare was a simple move, but enough to leave Holly feeling disoriented and confused, a sitting duck in front of her ‘challenger!’

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Ossi managed to execute her snapmare with relative success, unlike her earlier failed suplex, and sent Holly's busty body crashing to the canvas. Breathing heavily already from her exertions, Ossi took a moment to smooth down her outfit, adjusting her briefs and then running gloved fingers through her thick luscious locks of hair.

Then she would aim a sharp kick of Holly's spine, contempt in her eyes and in her voice as she spoke.

"Look at you!" she hissed. "The idea that someone like you could give someone like me that belt... you deluded oaf!" Angry at even being in this match, Ossi then sat down behind her opponent, and if Holly did not manage to get clear, she would try to wrap her shapely thighs around the British bombshell's waist, squeezing tight in a bodyscissor!

"Give up!" she demanded. "And I'll package you up nice and quickly."

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“Hhhngh!” Holly let out a loud whimper as Ossi’s boot smacked into her spine, making sure that the British Bombshell wasn’t going anywhere after being planted on her ass by the snapmare. Holly arched her spine in pain, chest thrust forward as she swayed unsteadily, totally helpless as Ossi dropped down to lock on a body scissor!

“AAAAAAH!” Holly cried out as her body was squeezed like toothpaste, Ossi’s legs clamping down around her ribs and grinding the air out of her. Holly’s pretty face grimaced in agony, her arms flailing as she instinctively reached for ropes that might as well have been miles away.

“No!” Holly cried out, between moans of agony as Ossi squeezed her tight. Holly’s chest swelled as she gasped for air, and her legs pumped and kicked against the mat. Ossi demanded her surrender but Holly refused, only able to shake her head and cry out “NO! No!” again and again, gasping in pain.

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Ossi gritted her teeth, arching her own back as she tried to squeeze Holly into submission, but it appeared that she lacked the strength to actually finish her foe off. She felt her legs weaken in the bodyscissor, struggling to maintain her hold as Holly struggled and voiced her refusal to give in.

With a frustrated snort, Ossi finally opened her legs with a gasp, shuffling backwards with a frown on her face as she tried to think of another way to press her advantage over the loser champ.

"Tch, must you draw this out?" she demanded petulantly as she picked herself up of the canvas. "I think it's already clear who is being delivered back to LAW!"

Taking a hold of the buxom Brit's black hair, Ossi attempted to drag her opponent back to her feet, positioning Holly in the middle of the ring before she dashed back bouncing off the ropes to fling herself at Holly attempting a running shoulder charge to send the British Bombshell back down to the canvas.

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“Uuughn, nonono …” Holly protested as the referee asked for her submission, refusing to give up. Holly was starting to feel the tears form, her body starting to sweat as Ossi worked to grind her down. Holly wouldn’t back down, this time. As long as she had any fight left in her body, Holly told herself, she wasn’t going home with that title!

“Aaaaaugh,” Holly moaned as Ossi released her, trying to roll away as she braced a hand against her aching spine. Holly rolled onto her knees, big ass up in the air, as Ossie loomed over her and hoisted her up by the hair. Still gasping for air, Holly braced herself as Ossi got her upright, and ran the ropes. Holly stared out blankly, arms dangling at her sides, body swaying in the breeze.

“No! Not again! Never again!” Holly growled, slowly realizing what Ossi had in mind. Shaking her head as Ossi ran the ropes, the British Bombshell took a step in, trying to brace herself with a firm stance, waiting for Ossi to rebound at her. When she did, Holly would try to cut her off at the pass with a lunging shoulder block of her own, trying to use her soft, curvy body as a wall against the oncoming Persian princess to cut her momentum off hard!

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She was a sitting duck, Ossi thought as she watched Holly totter unsteadily. The arrogant Arab cannoned off the ropes, a devious smile crossing her pretty face as she raced back at her opponent, now fully in control and ready to wipe Holly out. The woman said something, but between the crowds and her feet hammering against the ring she didn't hear.

She drew close, bracing herself to crash a shoulder into the buxom Brit, but before she could reach her Holly suddenly lurched towards her. Ossi's eyes widened in surprise but she had too much momentum to stop now...

"AUGUHH!" Ossi yowled in surprise as Holly's counter charge caught her completely off guard, the heavier loser champ stopping her in her tracks with a thunderous shoulder ram of her own. Ossi was snapped backwards, her back slamming into the canvas and her limbs splayed out on impact, leaving her lying at Holly's feet, groaning in pain and disbelief. Winded from the blow she lay briefly vulnerable to the British Bombshell's follow up!

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Holly braced herself, grunting as Ossi hit her extended shoulder. Holly’s round ass jiggled with the impact, and her legs buckled. Holly stumbled backward, struggling to hold her ground after stopping Ossi’s momentum cold. Holly found herself squinching her eyes, only opening them once her body settled … to see Ossi had gone down!

“Bloody hell, yes!” Holly exclaimed with a gasp. Excited, Holly bounced on her heels, body bouncing up and down as she built up some energy and eventually remembered what she was supposed to be doing. Seeing Ossi down in the center of the ring, Holly hopped over Ossi’s prone body and ran for the ropes.

Holly’s long raven hair whipped around her as she turned, hit the ropes and rebound off of them. Her boots pounded the mat as she rushed back to Ossi’s body, picking up momentum even as she wasn’t moving all that fast. With what momentum she could build, however, Holly would leap up into the air, crossing her arms over her ample chest and tucking her legs up as she looked to bring her body down hard with a senton onto Ossi’s waiting figure!

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The retaliatory shoulder block had caught Ossi completely by surprise. She had been so sure that Holly would just keep losing once she had gained the upper hand, but the British woman had more fight in her than Ossi had expected. Pain throbbed in her chest as she lay on the canvas, trying to recover, but she soon saw the shadow of her foe as Holly wasted no time following up her attack. The ring vibrated beneath her as Holly bounced up and down several times before launching herself at the ropes building up momentum...

To her horror, Ossi could only watch as Holly came flying back towards her and jumped, aiming a senton at the prone Syrian.

"OOUUUGHHH!" Ossi blurted on shock and pain as Holly's plump rear came crashing down on her with thunderous force. All four of her limbs flew of the canvas briefly before slapping back down, leaving the Arab beauty utterly winded by the move.

She tried to roll onto her side, clutching her stomach and spluttering for breath. After starting out strong she was now in the horrendous position of being laid out and vulnerable to Holly's follow up - at the mercy of the Loser Champ of all people! In desperation she tried to crawl painstakingly towards the nearest ropes, hoping to escape before the buxom Brit could press her advantage any further.