Ingrid Fuentes vs. Ossi Shamar

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Ossi fell to a heap at her feet, and Ingrid only responded with a simple sneer down at the woman. Ossi was a jobber, pathetic and weak, that much was for sure, but that didn't mean that Ingrid wasn't enjoying destroying her. Quite the opposite, she was getting a rather sick pleasure at tearing the woman apart...and it was only about to get worse for her from here.

Leaning down towards the Syrian, Ingrid grabbed for her top, getting a tight hold on it with her hands. Then, the pink-haired villainess began to tug, and jerk, and pull on it, trying her best to rip it right off of Ossi's body, wanting to tear it off of her and leave the young woman topless upon the canvas!

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Lying beaten at Ingrid's feet, Ossi was in no position to counteract the evidence that she was indeed a pathetic jobber, no matter how much she hated the thought. In this match she had been outmatched from the instant the bell rang, reduced to a weakly groaning loser by her foe.

But still Ingrid was not finished obliterating the pride of the Syrian beauty. Ossi's eyes fluttered weakly when she felt a tight grip on the tight fabric of her top, before a sudden yank was delivered. Her body rose for an instant... before the fabric gave way and tore, Ingrid ripping Ossi's wrestling gear clean off her body!

"Noooo..." she burbled in horror as she flopped back to the canvas, attempting to cover her exposed breasts as the arena lights shone down, camera's flashing mercilessly from the stands to capture this moment of humiliation.

[Lunaspark]

Cameras flashed and the crowd whooped and cheered and catcalled as Ossi was exposed to them, while Ingrid stood talent over her, sneering down at the wriggling Syrian. The heiress was done for, that much was certain. She had been beaten and humiliated, but it still wasn't enough for Ingrid. No, the pink-haired villainess was going to end this properly. She was going to do this her way, and force Ossi to submit to her.

She stepped around to Ossi's side, raising a leg to deliver a swift kick into the side of her bottom, hard enough to roll her over and onto her stomach. Then, the Knight of Hell stepped over her, going to take a seat on the woman's lower back. She reached for her arms, pulling them backwards to drape them over her thighs, and then she reached forward, cupping Ossi by the chin. From there, she began to pull backwards, trying to lock the younger woman into her Knight's End submission, the brutal camel clutch finisher she used to end her matches!

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Ossi let out a choking gasp of dismay as she was exposed to the LAW audience, her pride utterly obliterated after her encounter with Ingrid. The woman had outwrestled, outclassed and embarrassed her... reducing her to this. She could only look up in both fury and fear as Ingrid looked down on her. She squealed in pain as the swift kick to the side of her buttocks send her rolling onto her front, sprawling with her limbs splayed in all directions. Before she could even try to recover, however, Ingrid was upon her again. She felt the weight on the base of her spine, and hands close around the base of her chin. Her eyes went wide with terror.

"No, no, no, PLEASE! AUGUUUUUHHHH!" Ossi wailed piteously as she was bent backwards in the excruciating camel clutch hold. Her legs kicked feebly as her bare chest was levered up off the canvas to be put on full display. Pain rocked her beaten body and Ossi could take it no longer. Between the agony and the horrific humiliation, she wanted this to end.

"I SUBMIT!" she sobbed, her once proud demeanour now replace by a high pitched, mewling beg. "I GIVE UP! I SUBMIT! I sub... nnghh... I submit... please I..." her voice trailed off as she fought to stay conscious, mere seconds away from slipping into unconsciousness if Ingrid decided to keep the hold locked for much longer.

[Lunaspark]

Ossi's screams of submission were like music to Ingrid's ears, her begging a sweet symphony as the dominant villainess held her hold tight, keeping it locked in and keeping the pressure up on Ossi. It wasn't enough for her though. Ingrid wanted more. She wanted to squeeze every bit of punishment she could out of Ossi's trembling, quivering body!

She yanked back one good time, just to drive the point home that the Syrian was good and fully trapped by her, then she let go of her camel clutch with one hand. The remaining hand stayed locked onto Ossi's chin, refusing to let go, as the other one went lower. She let her fingertips trail over one of Ossi's shoulders, brushing against her skin, before dancing lower, tracing over her bare and exposed chest. Slowly they moved further and further south, until they were outright touching one of the heiress' large and full breasts. Ingrid's lips twisted in a thinner, wider grin, and then she grabbed on tight, giving that breast a squeeze, rough and harsh, letting her fingertips dig into the flesh of the woman's tit.

"SCREAM LOUDER!" Ingrid suddenly ordered, barking down at the woman. "Tell me I'm the better woman! Tell me you're just a worthless whore who couldn't stand up to me in battle! Come ON! LET ME HEAR IT!"

Every word she shouted was accented by a harder squeeze of Ossi's tit, her fingers clutching tighter with every syllable. She wanted to make sure that Ossi knew her place, knew what kind of pain and position she was in, and she wanted to hear the girl admit to it out loud!

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Ossi tried to submit. She knew this was over and she had lost. All she wanted was to escape, but it soon became apparent that things would not end so easily. The camel clutch was not released, quite the opposite. She whined in desperation as Ingrid held her there contemptuously with one hand, the other journeying seductively down to grope one of her exposed breasts. Then her conqueror spoke to her, demanding an even fuller submission from the defeated heiress.

"No pl-AAGHHHH! Ossi howled, her legs kicking feebly, still trying to tap out, but Ingrid wasn't letting go until she got exactly what she wanted. With a sob of embarrassment, Ossi had no choice but to capitulate.

"Y-you're the better woman," she burbled, tears welling in her eyes as she went limp in Ingrid's grip, no longer even able to struggle in the agonising hold. "I'm just... I'm just... AGHHHH!" The final savage squeeze of her exposed breast was enough to push her over the edge and she screeched out. "I'M JUST A WORTHLESS WHORE!"

Shame filled her as the words left her mouth but there was nothing she could do. She was beaten and humiliated, completely at the mercy of Ingrid's sadistic whims. All she could do now was hope her shameful declaration was enough to end this nightmare...

[Lunaspark]

"You're goddamn right."

Ingrid's words came out as an angry growl as she finally let go of Ossi's chest, finally releasing her hold and letting the woman collapse to the mat beneath her. She sat upon her a moment longer, then with a cruel smirk she began to rise, standing over Ossi with an air of dominant victory surrounding her. The bell had long since rang out, signalling Ingrid's victory, but she wanted to take a moment to savor it, and to let Ossi realize just how one-sided their meeting had been.

She stood there towering over the Syrian heiress for several long, tantalizing moments, and then finally called down to her. "Girl. If you ever find yourself standing across me in a ring again, I will do everything in my power to make the experience even worse and more humiliating for you than I did tonight. Do you understand me?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She didn't need to. Ossi was beneath her, and as far as Ingrid was concerned, there was no reason for her to stick around any longer. She had made her point. She stepped away from the woman and moved towards the ropes, moving to make her exit from the ring, and to leave the heiress beaten and broken behind her.

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Ossi squealed out her submission, repeating the shameful words that Ingrid had instructed her to say, and at long last it seemed the nightmare was coming to a close. The grip on her breast was released and a moment later she was dumped unceremoniously face first on the canvas, mewling weakly as she lay at Ingrid's feet.

She didn't dare look up as she felt the shadow of her tormentor fall across her, Ingrid revelling in her handiwork. Ossi simply lay there, to sore and ashamed to move under the gaze of her foe.

"P-please..." she managed to whine, fearful of continuing punishment, but Ingrid cut off her pathetic begging with a stark warning of her own. The other wrestler then strode from the ring, leaving Ossi's humiliated form lying in the ring. She let out a sob of shame as the cameras flashed all around to capture her catastrophic defeat for all to see.

It took several minutes for the heiress to drag herself upright and stagger from the ring, thoroughly chastened and hoping never to face Ingrid again in her LAW career!

WINNER: INGRID FUENTES