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

[CaptainL]

Match Type: First-to-Five Humiliation Selfie Match
Rules: Falls are to be won by the wrestler taking a selfie dominating their opponent in a humiliating fashion. The first wrestler to do this five times wins the match.

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It had been some time since Danielle Degardin had last gotten into a LAW ring, and the last few times that happened did not exactly go well for her. Since then, it seemed, she hadn't been on anyone's priority to call into work - a fact that was, of course, simply disgusting to Danielle; surely she was more deserving of the attention and the glory than any other imbecile with more muscles than brains - let alone looks - they were parading around in her place. In that time, all she could do was wait for her chance.

But that chance came soon enough.

It would be a new match for Danielle - some no doubt bored intern in the LAW offices had come up with an idea for a new match stipulation, of the victor needing to take selfies to commemorate their crushing defeat of their foe. And Danielle had been the first person they called in to test the waters. At first, she balked at the idea - she may have been a former model, but she was a professional model who only took offers from professional photographers; she wasn't some braindead, social media-bound bimbo of the kind who would even give an insipid name to photos taken with their phones pointed the wrong way. But work was work - and what truly appealed to Danielle was the chance it offered to show up the competition. To have someone begging for mercy at her feet was what the redhead lived for; to do that and have not one but five images to look back on was even better. This she could agree to.

"Coming first to the ring, from Cannes, France! At 5'7 and weighing 125 lbs., DANIELLE DEGARDIN!"

Spoiler

On stepping out to the entrance ramp, Dani was dead set on making sure she left a strong impression for her return. She struck a pose, tossing her immaculate red hair back with a hand behind her head as she let her other hand run down her thigh, her foot covered by a slender high heel that looked hardly suitable for wrestling. While she did see a few camera flashes go off, something that never failed to impress her, more than anything else she was greeted by boos. Even after her surely long-awaited return, her reputation was less than ideal - and even knowing that this sort of negative reception could only come from unwashed boors who had no idea what true grace looked like, it was enough for Danielle's brow to furrow as she scowled, ruining the photos of a few fans in the crowd.

"Hmph...I'll show them anyway..."

She stormed to the ring, stopping outside the apron to slip off her shoes and place them safely underneath. Then, she ascended the steps up to the ring and climbed over the ropes to take her place.

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To say that Ossi Shamar's LAW career had started badly would understate things. The haughty Syrian heiress's first stint as a professional wrestler had been nothing short of a disaster. Racking up a humiliating pile of losses in an alarming time frame, she had thoroughly collapsed into the unwanted roll of a jobber on the LAW circuit, repeatedly getting thrashed by the uncouth common rabble of the league. It was unacceptable - she couldn't believe how someone of her standing could be saddled with such a reputation!

It was time to redress the balance by dishing out some humiliation of her own! The special stipulation of the coming match would allow her to immortalize her victory with selfies. Clad in her classic attire of green gold lycra belly top, matching briefs, long gloves and boots, she waited eagerly back stage, brimming with confidence despite her dismal record so far. She might have been a jobber now, but this fashion model she was facing would certainly be no match for someone with Ossi's pedigree.

Appearance

Her music Fierce Pop Starlet began pounding from the speakers, calling her out to the arena once again. Hands on hips, she strutted out onto the entrance ramp, striking a pose with hips cocked at the top, before making her way down towards the ring. Cat calls and jeers followed her down the ramp, an infuriating reminder of how she was currently viewed by the fans. They seemed to relish watching her lose! It was time to change that perception.

Clambering up the apron, Ossi ducked between the middle and top ropes and took up her position facing Danielle, facing down the French beauty with a hint of disdain.

"I will give you this, my dear," she crooned. "You will certainly take an excellent photograph. You'll look exquisite beneath my boot!"

[CaptainL]

As she stood in the ring, Danielle kept her eyes on the ramp as her opponent made her entrance - and while her own reception may have been chilly at best, she quickly got over that when she saw how the other girl was being greeted. Not only did the crowd seem to view her very presence here as a joke, the frustration showed on her face, as her mood apparently took a blow before the match had even begun. Dani snickered to herself at this, her smirk growing wider. If no one had any confidence in Ossi, she was sure she would be no trouble at all to overcome. Suddenly it didn't matter that the crowd had booed her. She already knew she was going into a match from which she would surely emerge victorious!

Wanting to impress Ossi with a show of confidence and self-assurance in her own victory as she entered the ring, Danielle remained by the ropes, leaning back against them with one hand pressed against the top rope as the other rest on her thigh, her legs crossed in front of her. She didn't look tense and ready for battle like a typical wrestler - not only did she have more experience in modeling than anything else, she hardly believed she needed to be worried. Looking up at Ossi, the redhead flashed her a sinister grin, her eyebrows arched.

"Oh really, now?" she teased. "I see you're getting ahead of yourself. Frankly, I believe the fans already have an idea of who's going to win our little contest. And I hope you realize who you're dealing with, mon cherie - the camera already loves me."

Leaning herself forward, Danielle got back on her feet to look Ossi in the eye. "I just hope it can do something about your hideous features!"

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Ossi did her best to ignore the jeers of the fans as she stared the model down, but Danielle seemed unconcerned with her, lounging seductively against the ropes. Eventually the Frenchwoman deigned to acknowledge her presence, talking some foolishness about being loved by the camera. A grin crossed the red-head's face, prompting a scowl from the Syrian heiress as she appraised her adversary. However, when Danielle insulted her features so blatantly, the Arab beauty utterly failed to keep her composure!

Ossi clapped a gloved hand to her mouth with a gasp at Danielle's cutting words, eyes going wide with indignation. After a moment her hands dropped to her sides, clenching into fists as she glowered at the model.

"Oh! How dare you?!" she snapped shrilly, cheeks flushing crimson at the Frenchwoman's insult. "You'll pay for your boorish slander, you prissy fool! I am from the House of Shamar and you will respect me!" She shot a fierce glance at the referee who was custodian of the cameraphone that would be used to capture the defeat of one of the two wrestlers. "Let us begin! I will show this simpering slut who's hideous! We'll see how much the camera loves her when that pretty face is stuck under my rear!"

[CaptainL]

Seeing Ossi's reaction, Danielle already knew that her words cut deep - just as she would have hoped. She crossed her arms with a grin, self-assured in her own superiority. If she was already claiming victory in the battle of wits before the two even came to blows, she was sure this match wouldn't be any trouble at all.

Ossi's response, however, was more boistrous; evidently she had an air for the dramatic, a fact that caused Danielle to raise an eyebrow. "Oh ho! Awful big words. Did I perchance hit a nerve? Perhaps it rang too true? I suppose it's to be expected from someone who already knows her defeat is imminent!"

The referee took a step back, holding up the phone to signal that it would be given to whomever could secure the top position. But with that, the bell rang, and the match was on!

*DING DING DING*

Chuckling as she let her chin rest on the back of her hand, Dani stood back from her opponent, not even getting into a stance or offering a lockup. Instead, she was going to wait for Ossi to come to her, and to capitalize from there. "Well? What are you going to do?"

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Ossi glowered darkly at Danielle as the woman continued to taunt her, easily riling up the prideful heiress with her jibes. With her cheeks reddening from the insults, she met the woman's gaze.

"I will do more than talk! You're going down, floozy!"

Then the bell rang and Ossi dropped into her wrestling stance. To her confusion however, Danielle didn't move. The woman just stood there, unconcerned, not even batting an eyelid. She looked positively bored! It took Ossi a moment to realise Danielle was still mocking her even after the match had begun.

"I'm going to wipe that smirk of your face!" she sneered in response, bristling with indignation. Her pride now fully pricked, mind filled with nothing but angry thoughts, she blundered recklessly forward, throwing herself at Danielle with the intent of locking up with her and shoving her backwards towards the ropes!

[CaptainL]

No matter how much boasting Ossi may have done, none of it seemed to get through Danielle's armor. She stood as tall and proud as she could manage, turning her nose up to her opponent as she kept her hand tucked under her chin with her perverse sense of dignity.

That was, until Ossi had the gall to call her a floozy.

Upon hearing such a disgusting besmirchment of her good name, Danielle turned up an eyebrow, her face soon contorting into a hateful scowl as she stared daggers down at Ossi. "Why, you..." she began to mutter, only to catch herself.

No, she thought. She couldn't lose her cool just now, at this stage in the match. She had Ossi right where she wanted her, and if she let her words, unseemly as they were, get to her, she would throw away the opportunity to cut her down where she stood. Right now, she would need to lie in wait, and let Ossi come to her. The rest would come easy enough.

Sure enough, the Syrian girl came charging back at Danielle without a second thought, her intentions narrowed in on pushing Dani away from her. But, in a turn of events that brought a smile to the redhead's face, Danielle was perfectly poised to strike back, as she brought up a knee to collide with Ossi's gut, using her own momentum to deliver the blow! All would be worth it, knowing she had lured her foe right into a trap.

"Really, now! Are you so dense that you don't know bait when you see it? Tsk!"

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Ossi charged forward, her pride driving her into a rather ill-advised course of action as she lunged for the model that taunted her. Even now with Ossi advancing Danielle didn't move, a sign of contempt she would make the woman soon regret! Her hands reached out, ready to grab the woman for a lock up. But suddenly the other woman surged into motion, moving to meet Ossi with a sudden, unavoidable knee to the gut!

"UNNGHH!" Ossi blurted shrilly as Danielle's knee crashed into her stomach, catching the reckless Arab by surprise and totally knocking the wind from her!With her momentum utterly gone, she doubled over, clutching her exposed abs, staggering with legs wide apart as she tried to get her breath back. Her cheeks blushed crimson when she heard Danielle's mocking words.

"You'l... pay... for that..." she gasped unconvincingly, still in a dreadfully vulnerable position to Danielle's follow up!

[CaptainL]

Watching Ossi bend over forward, Danielle was quite pleased by the sight, as she stepped back to cross her arms with a proud smirk. Not only had she interrupted her foe's momentum and scored the first blow of the match, hopefully allowing her to pull ahead of Ossi, she also did so in a way that allowed Dani to stand above her gloating. The implications were clear to all who looked on in the ring - Danielle was tall and proud, lording over her humbled foe, and she was perfectly happy to be in such a position. To Danielle, this was where she belonged!

Of course, the match had just begun, and Danielle would need to do far more to Ossi if she wanted to secure the victory. Things were only getting started. Her eyes looked down to lock onto her opponent's with a disdainful glare. She needed to be punished further, clearly.

"Oh?" Danielle said, looming above Ossi. "How do you suppose that's going to happen?" Reaching out to take two fistfuls of Ossi's hair from her position above her, Danielle looked to hoist up on her head and sling it down into the path of her knee as she raised it again, this time to strike her opponent square in the face!

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Winded and spluttering for breath, Ossi tried to straighten up, legs wobbling unsteadily as she tried to recover from the surprise attack that had opened the match. Her cheeks flamed red with embarrassment as the jeers of the fans started up again, seeing a familiar sight of Ossi quickly losing control of a match. Not this time... this time she would-

She squeaked, her train of thought derailed as she felt Danielle's hands grip her thick dark locks of hair, and the next thing she knew she was yanked forward again, her face brought down to meet the Frenchwoman's onrushing knee!

"AIIEEGH!" Ossi screeched as Danielle's knee clattered into her face. Unless the model kept hold of her hair, the Syrian beauty would be sent sprawling by the attack, clutching her head and trying to crawl to the ropes to gain a window of breathing space to recover!