Danielle Degardin vs. Ossi Shamar - First-to-Five Humiliation Selfie Match

[CaptainL]

The two women locked up in the center of the ring, pushing and shoving against each other from their mutually locked position as they tried to gain ground. Their eyes pierced through one another with fury, as both of them refused to be moved or to back down. Both wanted to put their opponents in their place, and they would take any chance for that.

It was Danielle who would manage to outstrip her foe in terms of strength. With a shove of her weight forward, she forced Ossi to take a step back. Such a display only confirmed her own superiority in Danielle's eyes; she had no choice but to see it as proof that she was rightfully the one in charge in this match. She smirked, her heart swelling with pride within her.

However, Ossi wasn't going down just yet. Rather than try to counter Dani's advances, she instead swerved to the side, grabbing her by the arm as she tried to drag her down! The redhead looked over with a gasp, knowing that if she went down she would surely be at Ossi's mercy. Being at the receiving end of holds was never her strong suit, given her lack of meaningful training. She began to bend over to the side as the Syrian pulled her that way. But this only made Danielle angrier, as her teeth clenched. She wouldn't go down like this!

"I think NOT!" Dani snapped, kicking out with her leg as she aimed to throw it around Ossi's. Though she would have to fight against the forces pulling her down, she would try to throw herself backward, attempting to take Ossi off her feet with a Russian legsweep!

Spoiler

[arktriumph]

Yes, this was more like it. Ossi could feel the leverage now as she attempted to move Danielle into the armbar, desperate to stamp her authority back in the match after her humiliating opening.

"I'll show you what happens to those who disrespect the House of Shamar!" she quipped shrilly, trying hard to completely lock in her move against the struggling model. However, she wasn't expecting Danielle's counter-attack, her face crumpling in confusion when she felt the Frenchwoman's long leg drape around her own, tangling them together. She hesitated, stopping her forward push, and in that instant control was wrenched away from her as Danielle threw herself backwards.

"What the-WAGGHHHH!" Ossi squealed in surprise as she was suddenly wrenched backwards off her feet and smashed into the canvas by Danielle's devastating Russian Leg sweep. The wind was driven from the arrogant Arab by the surprise impact and she lay momentarily stunned, groaning in pain after having a promising opening completely reversed!

[CaptainL]

Danielle teetered, her balance shifted with Ossi hanging off her arm and adding her weight to the force threatening to drag her to the canvas. She could feel her legs buckling and bending under her as the Syrian pulled, struggling to keep her footing against her opponent making her best efforts to unseat it. Danielle clenched her teeth, trying to stay firm and resist, but it was no secret that she wouldn't be able to hold out for long; her stamina was far from impressive, and even against Ossi, she would have trouble in a physical contest. For Danielle, it was far more practical to be sneaky and underhanded - and that was exactly what she did, as she snared her leg and kicked back to take Ossi to the ground!

Falling beside her, Danielle was quick to roll off to the side, getting to her hands and knees as she swept her hair back over the shoulder with a flip of her head. A few people were booing her, seeing how she had taken what seemed to be a much-needed victory away from Ossi. But she had a response prepared, as she glared at them. "Hmmph! I did nothing not in the rules!" she admonished, before she crawled over to close in on her foe. She had far more planned, of course.

Danielle slid over Ossi, going to sit on her chest to bring her weight down against her bosom and hold her to the ground. Then, she drew her fist back to let a barrage of punches fly, battering her face this way and that. "THAT is what I think of you!"

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Laid out flat by the Russian Leg Sweep, Ossi moaned, clutching at the small of her back where the pain throbbed, dimly aware of her opponent exchanging barbs with the crowd. Before she could recover, however, she felt a weight descend on her chest, pinning her to the mats. Ossi's eyes widened in dismay as she found herself looking up at the exquisite physique of the French model, straddling her in a dominant position. Her legs slithered against the canvas as she tried in vain to wriggle loose, but Danielle had no intention of waiting around.

The punches came raining down in quick succession, accompanied by a stinging, dismissive taunt from her advevsary. Ossi raised her hands desperately to ward off the blows, but her attempts to defend herself were quickly batted aside, leaving Danielle's barrage to land upon her unprotected face with full effect!

"No you-UNNGH! AGHH! AIIIIEE!" she cried out as the blows buffeted her face, and before long she lay limp beneath Danielle, overcome by the sudden turnaround and for the moment, utterly helpless! Her bust rose and fell gently, a faint groan of pain escaping her lips as her head lolled against one shoulder, eyes fluttering weakly.

[CaptainL]

The dominant stance she assumed atop Ossi's chest was certainly a flattering throught for Danielle, already positioning herself as the one in charge despite any of her irksome foe's insistence to the contrary. But far more satisfying was how she was soon battering her head back and forth with a barrage of punches to the face, knocking her this way and that! With each blow that landed, and with each groan from Ossi, Danielle felt a smug sense of satisfaction, knowing she was getting back at her foe for all the trouble she had caused her. Dani might not have been a very good wrestler, but she was vicious and she was willing to do anything to prove herself superior to the competition. Ossi would be feeling that!

Eventually, she stopped, sitting up with a huff as she planted her hands on her hips once Ossi had at last grown limp and weary. "That is quite enough of that!" she muttered. Danielle thought that she could put Ossi in her place now to help seal the deal, but a thought came to her. The last time she had the Syrian crushed beneath her, she had been able to kick at her and escape while her balance was shaken. If Dani wanted to make sure Ossi would stay put, she would need to do something about her legs - but she had a plan.

Standing up from the dazed Ossi, Danielle got behind her and bent over to pick her up by the ankles. Then, she would fall backward, swinging Ossi's legs over her head in a matchbook pin position! Although pins didn't apply in this match, Danielle was still sure that having her bottom up and her legs spread to the crowd would send a message to Ossi, as well as keeping her legs held in place.

Spoiler

[arktriumph]

Stunned into helplessness by the rain of blows, Ossi offered no resistance as Danielle changed her position, turning and gripping the arrogant Arab by the ankles. Ossi felt the motion and groaned faintly, but it was too late for her to offer any kind of counter. Danielle fell back, pulling Ossi's legs up with her and landed neatly in position for a matchbook pin.

"Noooooo!" Ossi whined piteously as she was trapped in the matchbook pin, her arms trapped under Danielle's legs, her own limbs splayed open in the model's grasp. Her spandex-wrapped buttocks was on full display now, her modesty just barely covered by her green-gold briefs. The Syrian heiress squirmed uselessly, having no leverage whatsoever to dislodge Danielle. She blushed furiously, knowing full well that if this were a normal match the Frenchwoman could have counted her out with a pin several times over.

As it happened, in this match there were no pinfalls. All Ossi could do was lie there, her legs spread open and rear on display for the jeering crowds as she once again found herself on the losing end of the exchange!

"Let me go!" she blared in shrill desperation, not wanting to endure another second of this embarrassing position!

[CaptainL]

With Ossi going bottoms up in Danielle's grasp, the crowd cheered again, celebrating the sight they were treated to if not the redhead's less than honorable character. As Ossi's rear filled up the screens on the titantron, Danielle grinned wider. Now the fans were eating out of the palm of her hand again, just as she'd always want it - and she felt as powerful and as in control as ever, with Ossi's struggles coming barely even shaking her position.

As the seconds ticked by, Dani's smirk only grew and grew. She too knew that she would have won by now were this a standard match - but this was even better. Without the mercy of the ref at her side, Ossi had far longer than the standard three seconds to be displayed and humbled, and the crowd could soak up the sights. With kicking out proving impossible, the heiress was reduced to begging for Danielle to release her - and Danielle wouldn't be moved.

"Perhaps I shall," she taunted. "But I believe I should at least get something out of this, no?" She looked over as the referee stepped over, taking out the phone to pass it to her. Dani wasn't sure how she would be able to fit herself and Ossi in the frame while still keeping her opponent in control, but it would certainly be worth it. "Something we can remember this by. It'd be such a waste to let this go forgotten, non?"

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Ossi fumed as she heard the cheers of the fans, the uncouth mob loving every second of watching the arrogant aristocrat's predicament. Her ass jerked faintly as she tried in vain to move, but there was no real prospect of escape, her lack of both strength and skill leaving her thoroughly trapped. She gritted her teeth, shaking her head in denial as Danielle mocked her. But then the unbearable woman decided the time was right to get another moniker of Ossi's defeat.

Ossi's eyed widened as she saw the referee passing the phone over to Danielle. "Gnnhh...no!" she blurted in dismay, squirming underneath the model. With her shoulders pinned to the mats and her pert buttocks still held up off the canvas, the Syrian heiress had no leverage to try and free herself, even if Danielle's hold needed some modification to effectively take the selfie.

Blushing furiously, all the arrogant Arab could do was squirm beneath Danielle, scowling as her adversary prepared to take a second dreaded photo... leaving Ossi well and truly on the back foot in the match!

[CaptainL]

Two to nothing. Danielle was well on her way to proving that she was the rightful victor in this dispute, and Ossi, even if she might like to think otherwise, was nothing more than the scum beneath her feet. Having the edge on her would prove as much; the Syrian would need luck on her side if she wanted to come back from this. And from how this match was going so far, that luck was something she just didn't have.

Smirking, Dani proudly accepted the phone from the referee's hand, releasing one of Ossi's legs in the process in order to hold it. "Thank you, dear," she said, moving now to wrap her arm around the heiress's limb in order to keep it still while freeing her hand to manipulate the phone. "Now," she added, addressing Ossi, "if you know what's good for you, you'll stay put..."

Wrapping her grasp tighter around her foe's legs, Dani held the phone over her head, looking up at the camera as she positioned it to get a good shot that would show off both her triumphantly grinning face and Ossi's crumpled and bent form beneath her. After taking a few shots, she passed the phone back to the ref and let Ossi go, but not without giving her a push to her hips to try and roll her over and leave her crumpled on the ground before she rose to her feet. There, the ex-model proceeded to her side of the ring, dusting off her hands as she prepared for their next confrontation.

[arktriumph]

Ossi shook her head from side to side impotently as Danielle positioned for the second selfie. All she succeeded in doing was shaking her rear for the fans. In the end she was reduced to glaring up at the camera, burning with embarrassment as for the second time Danielle took a series of leisurely snaps before finally releasing her.

2-0.

Ossi flopped face down on the mats as Danielle rolled her contemptuously aside and for a moment the Syrian heiress lay there fuming at how the match had progressed so far. Eventually she struggled to her feet. Sweeping her thick hair out of her face, Ossi took a moment to readjust her attire and smooth down her disheveled locks, making herself presentable once more before facing Danielle. She glared at the other woman, bending her knees into a wrestling crouch.

"You've been lucky up til now!" she quipped shrilly. "But now I think it's time we ended this little charade. You're not as good as you think, you simpering fool!" Rather than her reckless charge, this time Ossi circled carefully in her wrestling stance, hands held out slightly as she watched Danielle. Going on the offensive hadn't resulted in much success, so this time she hoped to goad the French model into an attack that she could look to counter and put herself back in control of the match.