No Holds Barred Bondage Match: Emily Blascowitz vs. Holly Matheson

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly Matheson vs. Emily Blascowitz
No Holds Barred Bondage Match: No disqualifications. All moves, however violent or sexual, are permitted; match does not end on a KO or submission; match can only end if the loser begs the winner to end the match, and the winner agrees; the ring includes a pair of handcuffs and a collar with a very long leash; if a wrestler is cuffed to the ring, or if two hands are cuffed, or if the wrestler is hogtied or otherwise "captured," the captor gets free reign for 3 minutes before the captive is released. The captor may put the captive into a submission hold before the captive is released. She does not have to release the hold when the cuffs or collar is removed.

Spoiler

“NO!” Holly pouted, stomping the backstage floor with her boot as she stared down the LAW road agent. “I told you, I won’t do it! You can’t make me!” Holly was livid, her buxom body trembling with frustration. Her fists balled at her sides, her spine straight, her chest thrust forward proudly with her bottom lip jutting out, the Brit looked on the verge of an actual tantrum. All of which was highlighted by the big belt strapped around her waist, loudly proclaiming her the ‘Loser’s Champion.’

“This is an absurd match! Utterly insulting! You can’t make me go out there! You can’t!” Holly’s bottom lip began to tremble, as she made her insistence. Her shoulders wavered, and her eyes looked wetter with every moment that the road agent stared impassively at her. “What are you lot going to do, fire me?”

The opening chords of Beck’s Loser hit the loudspeakers as Holly awkwardly took the entrance ramp. What the indignant Miss Matheson had failed to consider was that yet, LAW management actually could fire her for refusing to participate in a match. Especially since she was the Loser’s Champion, her career hanging on by a thread as it was!

The fans were not merciful as Holly tried to force a smile and wave to them. “Loser!” “British Bimbo!” “Wannabe!” Jeers and catcalls followed Holly down the ramp, her repeated disappointments in the ring now fully transferring to her fans. Those that had cheered her on in spite of all her losses, thinking she could make something of herself one day, gave up on her the moment that Loser’s Championship got strapped to her wide hips. Holly sighed, as she stepped up to the ring apron and wiped her boots.

Giving it one final attempt, Holly held the top rope and stood straight on the apron, pulling her short-stack figure as tall as she could, and threw a “V for Victory” symbol up to the sky. The raucous laughter that met it made her face fall and her proud chest deflate a bit, and Holly stepped into the ring red-faced and humiliated. The Brit took her place in her corner, shaking her head. Tonight was the night she’d win them back, she told herself. It just had to be!

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Spoiler

While Holly was having her troubles with the road manager, Emily was having troubles of her own. To some, they might be lesser troubles, but for her they were far too important to ignore.

"You see this?" Emily said to the lady running the jumbotron displaying their names, thrusting her ID in the woman's face as she quailed, "Right here. Do you see a t or a k there? No, you don't. You shouldn't. It's Blaskowicz not Blascowitz. I can give you the k, that still sounds the same, but switching out the t for a c? That doesn't sound like it at all! Again, Blaskowicz. Got it?"

The poor woman running the jumbotron, running on not enough sleep to be dealing with this sort of thing, just nodded, eager only to get the looming redhead out of her face. Fortunately for her, Emily stopped looming over her with a sigh, gave her a quick smile, and patted the girl on the shoulder. "Anyway, with that out of the way, you should relax. Enjoy the show. And try to get a better look at the namecards next time."

With that, the redhead quickly made her way down to the stage before striding out, all but skipping down the ramp to the beat of her theme to cheers and jeers from people who'd seen her previous work. Love it or hate it, the redhead knew she had their attention. Despite herself, the redhead couldn't help giving her opponent's belt a strange look. She'd heard about the Losers' Belt, but she was still new enough that she hadn't met its current holder face to face.

Shrugging, Emily climbed into the ring in a smooth motion, practically sliding between the ropes, almost serpentine for a moment before she righted herself and stood up, waving to the crowds around her before she relaxed back against her corner, glancing at the handcuffs hanging off the turnbuckles in one of the neutral corners and the long leash ending in a collar wrapped around the other one. She was sure there were other goodies tucked away under the ring, but what they had in front of them was what was important for now.

"So I guess you're my first match here," Emily mused, stepping out of her corner, a bit of a sway in her hips as she made her way to the center of the ring, "You might wanna take that belt off, if you can. Wouldn't want it slowing you down."

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Holly watched her redheaded opponent make her way to the ring, and could feel the irritation coming off the young woman. Whatever was going on, Holly sensing a mix of aggression and confidence as Emily skipped down to the ring. The British Bombshell paced in her corner, watching the woman in her gorgeous, form-fitting costume make her way to the ring. Holly looked Emily up and down, seeing the fit redhead and suddenly feeling self-conscious about the way that her breasts muffin-topped over the edge of her ring gear, or the way that her thighs jiggled a bit as she walked. Emily was all confidence and smooth movements as she moved into the ring, making Holly chew her lip and hope that the spotlight being on Emily meant that no one would see how nervous the British Bombshell really was.

Holly also couldn’t help but stare at the collar, as Emily looked at it. The Brit fingered her throat, already imagining the pressure of that collar choking her out. Holly kind of liked choker collars, which had been a staple of her wardrobe since she was a teenager. That foreboding leather strap, however, seemed like a different animal entirely as she watched it dangle menacingly in the corner.

Holly tried to appear confident as Emily approached her. The Brit held her head high, puffed her chest out and presented her bust proudly, in an effort to look like she had some confidence. Quickly, though, Emily deflated that, mentioning her belt.

“They make me wear this,” Holly said, unfastening the Loser’s Championship and handing it off to the referee. “I-it’s total bollocks, by the way,” she added, “I’m a grappler. A good one! And I’m going to make you beg me to let you submit, by the end of the night!” Holly’s voice quivered, as she made her threats. After that, the referee would motion to call for the bell. Holly raised her arms, but her furrowed brow betrayed her lack of focus. Holly seemed ready for the match to begin, but in truth she was anything but!

[Panda]

As the raven-haired woman made her way to the center of the ring as well, Emily couldn't help giving her a once over too. A small smile played out across her face as she saw how her opponent was practically spilling out of her outfit. It had been a while since she'd gone up against someone who'd give her this much to work with for grappling, the redhead already imagining how she could turn the woman's body against her. First things first, though, they had to start the match.

Emily's smile widened as Holly piped up, handing the belt off to the referee while the announcer boomed out an advisory for the coming show. Well, they weren't wrong, this could get quite violent, especially considering the stipulations...

Still, this was her debut here. Her first match, and she had to make an impression. She couldn't have them thinking she was riding the wave of her runs in other promotions, after all. With that in mind, Emily would meet Holly in the center of the ring, bouncing on her feet as she waited for the bell to ring. The anticipation was building, further and further, as she thought about how to start things off. Strong, dominant, show Holly who the real woman in the ring was. But first things first, entertaining her claim to grappling couldn't hurt. Just a little.

"Well, you'll have plenty of chances to prove it," the redhead said with a toothy grin, "But we'll see who the better woman is soon enough."

Then the bell rang and Emily surged forward, meeting Holly and grabbing onto both hands as she bore down on the raven-haired woman with explosive power. Those would just be the opening notes of the prelude, however, as she'd suddenly stop pushing, only to try to pull Holly in and get one hand free, that hand darting in between her opponent's thick thighs as she tried for a vicious crotch claw!

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Holly couldn’t help but let a shiver run through her body, when she saw the way Emily was eyeing her up and down. It wasn’t enough that her opponent was decked out in a gorgeous outfit, but the redhead seemed supremely confident, too. Holly felt like she was being sized up like a piece of meat, that one look making her even more nervous than that foreboding leash, dangling in the corner.

Holly choked back those feelings as best she could, when the announcer made his advisements about how violent this was going to get. Holly bit her lip, tried not to make eye contact with her opponent. Holly’s posture was guarded, her legs close together, her knees almost touching, making her look even more vulnerable. She wouldn’t get into a grappling stance this early, but she started to raise her hands. Her shoulders would slide up around her neck, and her wide eyes would go from the announcer, back to that leash, then to the ref. The British Bombshell couldn’t help but look like a deer in the headlights, and the fans were picking up on it.

“Yes, we will!” Holly said, to Emily’s better woman comment. Still, she could hear the murmurs in the crowd. Fans were anticipating the match, the beating that was about to come down. Holly could hear some remarks about Emily, some snickers around Holly’s name. Not a single voice calling for her to win, however. Unlike before the belt, Holly didn’t feel like a single person wanted to see her pull off an upset.

“AAAAAAAUGH!” Holly screamed, suddenly! Her miserable musings distracted her from the opening bell, Emily taking control of their grapple with ease before going for her real opening move- a ruthless crotch claw! “Aaaauuughhhh,” Holly moaned in misery, both hands going down protectively to her crotch, much too late. Emily was able to dig in and punish Holly’s sensitive bits, making the British Bombshell fold in on herself. She writhed on Emily’s grip, making matters worse, the match just starting and tears forming at the edges of Holly’s eyes. She looked pleadingly to the ref, who only shrugged it off, in this non-disqualification match. Holly then turned to Emily, mouth wide open with a pitiful trail of drool coming out of the corner. Gasping, Holly shook her head, brow furrowed, eyes pleading as she silently begged Emily to let up on this hold!

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Emily's grin widened as she looked over her opponent, those first shrieking tones leaving Holly's lips and an excited glint flashed across her eyes as the thicker fighter looked up at her. Ah, if this was what she could get out of such a simple move, she couldn't wait to see what she'd get out of something more fun. Her first temptation was to drop Holly's face into her knees, but perhaps something else would be in order...then again, they were just starting out, something with some pop might be better.

"We'll have plenty of time to find out," Emily taunted, digging in deeper before giving Holly's sensitive bits a sharp twist!

After that, however, she let go of Holly's folds, only for her other hand to come around behind Holly's head, trying to grab a handful of hair deep in those long, lustrous locks so she could pull back to force Holly's head back, putting their faces scant inches from each other. If she could manage that, Emily would close the gap, her lips meeting Holly's with a firm kiss. After all, there was more than one aspect to proving herself the better woman here!

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Holly was squirming on Emily’s hand, her smooth thighs grinding against the woman’s arm while her punished pussy writhed in Emily’s grip. The British girl was far from coping with this well, her wet eyes pleading with Emily to let her go. Holly’s lips were twisted into a frown, mouth agape in a silent scream. Holly’s hands pawed desperately at Emily’s arm, but seemed to lack the strength to do anything about this miserable, utterly humiliating hold!

“AAAAAAHHH!” Holly cried aloud, as Emily just dug in deeper, making her crotch flare with agony. Holly gasped, chest heaving as she panted when Emily finally released the hold. The British Bombshell didn’t have time to rest, however, as Emily pulled her in, paused for a moment, then planted a deep kiss on Holly’s lips!

The Brit was stunned and bewildered, shocked at this turn of events. Holly tried to take a breath, her bust swelling against Emily’s as the crowd lit up. Holly’s eyes were wide open, the shock on her face clear as day, her lips pressed against Emily who seemed to be controlling the British Bombshell in every way possible. Her soft hair in Emily’s grip, Holly couldn’t pull away, even if she could think to, Emily’s deep kiss leaving her utterly stunned and dumbstruck!

[Panda]

Emily held the kiss for a few moments longer, eyes half-lidded as she enjoyed the look on Holly's face and the taste of her lips. Ah, it was always fun sneaking one in like this, but that look of shock on her face was just...delectable. At last, she broke away, giving Holly a teasing little grin as she tugged a bit on those long black locks she had gripped so firmly in hand. The crowd was already exploding, of course, welcoming that mix of sexy and violent that was key to Emily's style.

"Ah, I can't wait to get to the real fun if that's what one kiss does to you," Emily mused, getting a firm grip on one of Holly's shoulders with her other hand, "But first things first..."

With that, the redhead dragged Holly closer by her hair and brought her own legs off the ground altogether, putting her knees right under the other woman's jaw, trying to daze Holly nicely with a vicious double-knee stunner!

[Luncha_Libre]

The sudden kiss from Emily had left Holly stunned, unable to process what was happening and unable to even guess what was going to happen. By the time she thought to push Emily away, the redhead had already broken away. The whoops and cheers of the fans left Holly blushing, eyes darting around self-consciously for a moment.

“H-hey,” Holly said, trying to get her head back in the fight, “you just caught me off-WAIT!” Holly felt Emily’s hands dig into her long hair all too late, and the redhead jumped into the air with her knees tucked right beneath Holly’s jaw!

A loud KLOCK! sound echoed through the arena as Holly’s pretty face got rocked by Emily’s unforgiving knees. The British Bombshell convulsed once, her entire body twitching as the shockwave went through her head, then her body, leaving her laid out. Holly bounced off the double-knee stunner with her arms and legs flopping akimbo, her guarded posture falling apart completely as Emily seemingly knocked the British Bombshell’s head empty!

[Panda]

Though Emily hit the mat hard as well, it was plain to see that Holly's landing had been far harder. That sweet sound of her jaw clacking shut drew a gasp from the redhead, a light blush starting to spread over her cheeks as she sat up to see Holly laying on her back helplessly before her. Emily glanced up at the leash hanging from the corner, sorely tempted to put it to good use, but she reluctantly looked away after a moment. After all, the match had just started, surely it was too early for the threat of a penalty session. But maybe a sampler couldn't hurt...

Grinning, Emily quickly popped up to her feet, and strode over to the corner post, pulling the leash free in one smooth motion. From there, she moved over behind her downed opponent, quickly pulling her up to a sitting position before wrapping the leash around Holly's neck, grabbing her arms by the wrists as she held both ends of the leash, and pressing a knee into the raven-haired woman's back before pulling back on her arms harshly in a seated surfboard stretch, with a bit of choking action from the leash thrown in for spice!

"My my, making excuses already?" Emily mused, reveling in the feeling of her opponent being stretched and strained in her grip, "Don't worry though. Like I said, we'll have plenty of chances to see who the better woman is..."

The redhead didn't take a break, however, pulling back hard on Holly's arms, but occasionally relaxed for a few moments to keep the woman from getting too used to the strain and get some air before going back to pulling hard on the stretch!