Danielle Degardin vs. Alba Garcia - Bra and Panties Match

[CaptainL]

As Alba fell, Danielle punctuated her pained gasp with a chuckle of sadistic satisfaction. The ex-model stood tall above her, glaring down from on high - even if she wasn't much taller than Alba, she certainly had the high ground in terms of morale, and especially now that the dancer was on the ground. There was nothing she could do about it - and Danielle had her right in her clutches.

"Please? Please what?" Danielle teased, rolling her eyes with an exaggerated motion to rub it in. "Please stop hurting me? Please stop dominating me in this match, which you rightfully deserve to do? Oh, no...of course you can't mean that. To think that I could be swayed by an appeal from such loathsome peasantry...my, I don't hold your intelligence in high regard at all, but I at least would think you know that isn't going to work! Oh, I know...you must mean, please put me out of my misery and show everyone how far superior you are? That I can do!~"

With a grin, Danielle stepped off of Alba to let her opponent sink to the mat before she was ready to have her way. No sooner had she stepped back, though, that she grabbed for the back of Alba's top, going to yank it up over her head in an attempt to end the match.

[Dubski]

As Danielle spoke, it just made Alba more and more upset, with more tears streaming her cheeks as she began to weep openly. "Just... Just stop!" yelled Alba in a pathetic manner, barely not even being able to express what she really wanted to say, but that was the only thing that came to mind.

Then, all of a sudden, Garcia felt a yank of her top, and instinctively she put her hands over her front to hold the top. The back started to go up showing off the back of her black bra as she held on for dear life. She had wanted the match to end, but she was utterly horrified by the idea of having her top stripped from her and leaving her in her bra and panties in front of her crowd. She hadn't thought clearly about it, and if she did she may have realized she should have just let herself be stripped instead of incurring the wrath of her French tormentor again.

[CaptainL]

No matter what Alba tried to do to end her torments, it wouldn't work. Her reactions were exactly what Danielle wanted; to have this insolent brat humbled and begging for mercy. And seeing her reaction was all she had wanted in more. Dani soaked up the attention, her grin wide as she laughed haughtily, all while the crowd was booing her furiously for showing such cruelty to Alba. She didn't care, though. At this point, Danielle was more concerned with sending a message to Alba, not to the crowd. And it looked like it was working.

But Alba did try to resist as Danielle started to pull up her top, trying to yank it back down. The Frenchwoman glowered down at her, frustrated by her attempts to foil her plans. "Resisting will...only make it worse!" she shouted to her between pants. Dani aimed a kick at Alba's side to see if that would slow down her struggles. Even if it didn't, she would pull back harder at her top in the process. If Alba wasn't about to cooperate, Danielle was perfectly content to tear the garment clean off of her by force.

[Dubski]

The Spanish dancer kept holding onto her own top with both hands, her body bouncing up and down with each yank from Danielle. She grunted and whimpered as she was being tossed about before finally it stopped as Dani yelled at her. Then, she felt the kick at her sides. Alba cried out and her body jumped off the mat before falling down. She sobbed and her one arm held onto her top yet, her body practically being drug and tossed like a ragdoll by the redhead. Each subsequent tug made a tearing sound until finally her fancy top tore right at the front, nearly in the center. Alba's body flopped over as the rest of her top slid out from her grasp and into Danielle's waiting hand.

She felt incredibly embarrassed as she lay on the mat, crying and holding her side and curling up slightly, trying to keep her chest from being exposed to the crowd. She wasn't necessarily an expert on these rules, and she didn't know if it was over. She just wanted Danielle to just stay away. She had stripped her of her outfit, ripped her top she spent so much time and money perfecting, and she was in a ton of pain from all of the abuse. Not to mention, she felt so tiny underneath the French bully after the emotional abuse. So all she did was cry, holding herself and curling on the mat, hoping that maybe now, Danielle would just leave her be.

[CaptainL]

Danielle had to, for once, give Alba credit for something; she was making an admirable effort to resist even now. While the redhead was pulling at the fabric of her top with all her might and shaking her about to try and disentangle her attempts to preserve her modesty, the dancer held firm, fighting it out to the bitter end. It was starting to get on Danielle's nerves, and she glared at the girl, groaning and panting from behind teeth clenched in frustration. "You...really know how to piss me off-!" she muttered.

But Alba couldn't hang on forever, and with some more tugging, she heard the satisfying sound of fibers splitting as the Spaniard's top came loose in her hands, followed by the release of the pressure on the other end, with Alba dropping to the floor. Dani had done it; she had won! Holding Alba's last remaining bit of outerwear triumphantly above her head, she let out a laugh. At long last Alba had been subjugated, and taught a lesson she wasn't about to forget any time soon.

Danielle proceeded to toss Alba's top aside before going over to the crying girl, a smirk on her face. She may have won the match, but she wasn't quite done with her opponent just yet, and Alba wouldn't do her much good withdrawn like this. No, Dani had plans for her. This was too rich not to exploit! Grabbing Alba by the hair, she went to haul her up, displaying her beaten and stripped form like it was a trophy and to let the whole crowd see. "Oh, dear," she taunted to Alba, "who are you hiding from? I'm sure our guests would be quite unhappy if they didn't get a good look at what they came here to see, non?"

[Dubski]

Alba felt absolutely miserable now. She had been beaten up and berated by her opponent, and now she had been stripped completely with barely anything to show for it. She was content to just lay there in a heap, hoping for her misery to be over when she felt her hair be yanked, forcing her up. The crowd could see her crying full-force now as she reached one hand up to try feebly prying Danielle's fingers from her hair while the other tried to cover her bust. Her face was bright red and she struggled to not continue sobbing right there.

"Y-You won... Just... just let me go..." blubbered Alba Garcia, trying her best to try pretending the audience wasn't witnessing her scantily-clad form on display for them, and more worried about what more her opponent would try to do to her.

[CaptainL]

A fitting punishment, Danielle thought. Alba had given her more trouble than she had cared for during the match, but now at last the Spanish dancer was receiving her just desserts, as she burst out into tears. She tried to pull herself away from Danielle, but was met with a sharper pull on her hair for it. "Uh uh," Dani chided, "Not so fast."

The crowd was booing even louder now, aghast at the ex-model's treatment of her foe. It was actually beginning to get to her, as she turned up her nose in disgust with a huff. But eventually, she had to concede that she had had her fun with Alba, and it was time for her to move on to other matters.

"All right, all right," she eventually said to Alba, "I suppose we're done here. Let that be a lesson to you..." Giving Alba one last parting gift, the redhead let go of her by tossing her down into the mat as hard as she could, leaving her to walk away sore as well as humbled. Then, with a toss of her hair, she went to stroll out of the ring, picking up her vest and shoes on the way as she made her way back. And all the while, she had come away from the match with a perhaps overinflated idea of what her victory meant. She had won! Obviously, this meant she meant business, and that all the other girls should rightly fear her.

Clearly.

Winner: Danielle Degardin