Beware the Bee Booty - Honie vs Ossi

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2/3 Falls Smother Match: Victory Obtained by the First Wrestler to Smother Their Opponent Out Two Times

Ossi Shamar was one of the most well-known jobbers in all of LAW. She had quite the pitiful loss record and was known for being helplessly squashed over and over again. Honie had mistaken someone as a jobber before, but with Ossi there was absolutely no question. With the bee heroine making a name for herself as a very powerful and formidable wrestler, she figured management just thought it'd be fun to have her destroy Ms. Shamar. But Honie was kind-hearted. So assuming Ossi didn't provoke her admittedly short fuse, the killer bee planned on taking it easy on her.

After chatting with some folks in the locker room, Honie entered LAW Arena. The crowd erupted in cheers, having grown quite found of Honie at this point. She waved and she jogged down the ramp, before leaping off the floor, over the top ropes, and into the ring. The fans cheered louder at her high-flying display, which would sometimes raise her opponents' caution. But this time, Honie was the first fighter to enter, so no such warning could be given. Though the bee mostly did this for fun, regardless.

"Greetings! LAW fans!" Honie loudly buzzed. "The Heroine of the Beehive has flown onto the scene once again!" After further hyping up the crowd, Honie simply waited for her adversary. She was trying to think of a good way to ensure she didn't break her foe in two tonight. This was a smother match after all, maybe Honie didn't need to throw or pummel her foe too much. Hmmm......

Appearance

Entrance Theme

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Ossi skulked backstage, waiting for her time to once again take to the ring. Blowing out her cheeks in a sigh, Ossi ran her thumbs around the waistband of her green and yellow wrestling briefs, tugging them up tightly. The rest of her snug fitting attire was a matching green-yellow cropped spandex top, gloves, boots and elbow and knee pads. There was a time when she would have been itching to get into the arena and put some lowly common wrestler into the canvas where they deserved to be, but now she couldn't cope with the rush of matches that continued to come her way. Her tumble down the LAW ranks had been spectacular, and now she barely had time to recover between matches, let alone improve her severely lacking skillset. It was a bitter reality that the haughty heiress was still struggling to come to terms with.

Ossi Shamar

The Arab beauty's music, Fierce Pop Starlet, burst from the massive LAW speakers once more, calling her to the ring. Huffing reluctantly, Ossi stepped out into the light, steeling herself for another match. Once again she was met by the all too familiar chorus of jeers, wolf-whistles, cat calls and mocking from the audience. Her mask of indifference slipped into a petulant scowl, her hands clenching into fists by her sides in frustration. How dare they treat her in such a manner. It was utterly intolerable!

Still scowling, Ossi stomped her way down to the ring, throwing angry glances left and right and she reached the apron. Clambering up, Ossi ducked between the ropes and moved to the centre of the ring, hands planted on her hips as she observed her opponent, looking Honie up and down. The ridiculous bee costume made the heiress roll her eyes with derision and she cast a sidelong glance at the referee.

"Is this really what I am to be reduced to?" she exclaimed. "Fighting these carnival side-show acts?"

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Honie eyed Ossi, as the yellow-green attired woman made her way down to the ring, provoking an interesting reaction from the crowd. Rather than boo her as like an infamous and threatening heel, or praise her like a lovable, honorable face, the crowd simply seemed to mock Ossi. They treated her like an absolute joke, and Honie couldn't help but feel sorry for her. While Honie loved the fans, she didn't plan on giving them the satisfaction of seeing the disliked woman completely brutalized. She didn't plan on it.

Soon enough, Honie was face to face with Ossi in the ring. "Hi! I'm-" The heroine was about to say something nice but stopped when she noticed Ossi mockingly roll her eyes at her. The haughty woman let out an insulting remark, made even more disrespectful, by her dismissive glance away from Honie and towards the referee. The heavyweight didn't appreciate her beloved, bee-themed customed being scorned. She normally handled mild trash talk better, but her adorable attire was a bit of a sensitive topic.

"THE BUZZ YOU JUST SAY?!" Honie snapped, causing the referee to sharply flinch. "I SHOULD-...!" Honie stopped suddenly, before taking a deep breath in and out. It seemed Ossi had managed to cling onto a degree of arrogance, unbefitting of someone with her less than impressive track record. This aura of unjust pride rubbed Honie the wrong way, but she reminded herself to hold back on such an unskillful adversary. "For your sake, I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." Honie buzzed with an innocent smile. But just like the stinger of the insect she was based on, her voice carried a wee bit of venom. "Anyhow, awkward question. No offense, but are you...possibly, maybe, perhaps a......jobber, by any chance? I'm inclined to take it easy on you if you are one. N-Not assuming of course! But I might as well ask."

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It was quickly apparent that Ossi's dismissive barb had found its mark, given that Honie only just managed to keep her breezy, carefree mask intact after the implied insult.

However, the words that came back to Ossi in response showed who of the two really was the more easily offended. Ossi's expression darkened as Honie spoke, making it clear that it was not just the fans who were beginning to understand where Ossi belonged in the LAW pecking order. The realisation incensed her and she drew herself up imperiously to address her foe.

"For my sake?!" Ossi bristled, glowering at the costumed fool before her, her pride pricked by Honie's seemingly innocent words. The truth was, in the eyes of the fans she was little more than a jobber, but that was not something the haughty heiress could bring herself to admit! "I don't require sympathy from the likes of you! And no, I am not a jobber, no matter what these simpering fools in the stands might make you think. I am an heiress of the House of Shamar and you will show me respect!"

With her rant concluded Ossi stomped moodily to her corner and settled into her wrestling stance, now more determined than ever to turn the tables on the Queen Bee standing before her. She nodded to the referee to indicate her readiness and fixed a glare on Honie as she waited for the bell to ring.

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Honie frowned as Ossi ranted at her. The bee had, perhaps naively, expected the alleged jobber to be grateful. After all, the heiress had previously made the treacherous mistake of miffing Honie off. And yet still, the heroine had maintained her golden heart and held on to a sincere desire to go easy on Ossi. Honie knew even implying someone could be a jobber would offend many of her LAW peers. But considering the big bee could sometimes forget her own strength, Honie thought being extra careful against the weakest of her peers was well worth it.

"The likes of me?!" Honie snapped, before once again calming herself. Honie would've considered the chance that Ossi wasn't a jobber if it wasn't for the not-so-subtle snickering from the audience, that came right after Ossi's rant. "Grrrrr. No disrespect intended." The bee buzzed, before suddenly gasping in revelation, punching her palm in a downwards motion, and saying aloud: "I got it!" The heavyweight then placed her hands on her wide hips, before smiling and further addressing her opponent.

"Tell you what! I can't take what you OR the fans say at face value. Actions speak louder than words, ya dig? So at first, I'll hold back by only using booty-related moves against you, like hip bumps and butt smothers. This is a smother match after all. But force me to use an attack that doesn't involve my 'sting' somehow, and I won't consider you a jobber! AND I'll even allow you to make the first move! How's that sound?!"

Honie had decided to hold back while still giving Ossi a supposedly easy chance, to prove she wasn't a jobber. And in the bee's eyes, this was a pretty friendly and considerate offer. But there was always a chance that Honie was VASTLY underestimating not Ossi, but how well equip her bountiful, robust, smothery posterior was in dishing out a booty beatdown! Anyhow, the bell rang, and Honie motioned Ossi to attack first.

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Ossi was gratified to see that her indignant tirade seemed to have struck a chord with the ridiculous costumed bimbo before her. At first Honie seemed unsure how to react and the Syrian heiress drew herself up regally, a smirk on her face. However, the smirk faded when Honie did continue, setting out a bizarre and thoroughly insulting stipulation for the match.

"You'll only use...?" Ossi blurted unable to believe her ears at the contemptuous proposal. "How dare you! I don't need charity from butt-bouncing oafs like you to win matches."

Cheeks flaming with anger Ossi stomped to her spot in the ring and nodded to the referee to indicate her readiness to begin the match. When the DING sounded across the arena she exploded into motion, driven by anger and frustration, determined to disabuse her jobber status to the fans and to Honie! Lunging forward, Ossi didn't bother with a grapple, immediately trying to catch Honie out with a vicious lariat to gain control of the encounter.

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Honie sighed. She had decided to only use booty moves to attack Ossi during this bout, unless the alleged jobber proved she could handle more than that. But it seemed as though Ossi didn't appreciate the bee's little stipulation. Although it wasn't the heavyweight's intention, her request did carry disrespectful implications. But still, Ossi outta be grateful someone was nice enough to try and give her some grace. The bee could only imagine how many had previously taken this opportunity to beat and squash Ossi with little to no mercy.

At least Ossi seemed down with proving herself, as she was certainly roaring to go! As soon as the bell rang, Honie saw her foe blitz towards her! While the bee didn't expect such a sudden offense, she was still paying close attention. Honie noticed her adversary's arm raise for that lariat attempt. And in response, the powerhouse used one of her hands to grab hold of the wrist of Ossi's attacking arm. The buzzing wrestler didn't flinch or move, stopping Ossi dead in her tracks!

"That's right! For now, I'll only use my badonkadonk to attack you." Honie confirmed. Not releasing her tight grip, the taller wrestler would then lift Ossi off her feet. Honie effortlessly held her foe in front of her with one hand, leaving the heiress dangling off the ground. "For example, I could slam you down here, toss you across the ring, or use my free hand to pummel you. But instead, I'll ram you with my round rear! Oh, and don't call me an oaf!" Honie would suddenly turn her body, before sending her strong hips back and then forward. The bee was attempting to sting hard with a standing butt bump. Considering Honie's power on top of Ossi's compromising position, it would likely knock her for a loop if it hit!

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Ossi thundered forward wrathfully, her pride incensed by the insulting offer her foe had made. She would show Honie the error of her ways, and she would show her right now! She swung at the bigger woman, looking to land her vicious lariat to disabuse any notion that she needed special stipulations to win this.

Before the blow could land, however, Honie's hand snapped out and caught Ossi's wrist, bringing the arrogant Arab to a sudden, yanking halt as the other woman made her strength known in no uncertain terms. Ossi yelped in shock, stumbling forward and almost crashing into her foe, only being held up by the vise-like grip around her slender wrist.

"Wha... what the... UNHAND ME!" she ranted, unsure what to do as she tried unsuccessfully to yank her wrist free, all the while having Honie's matter-of-fact commentary knifing into her ears! She let out a wordless cry of surprise as Honie effortlessly lifted her, leaving her feet flailing for a moment, only for the Bee to turn her body and slam her powerful backside hard into Ossi's midriff!

"OOOFFF!" Ossi blurted as the blow thwacked the air out of her. Dangling without any leverage she had no way to brace for the blow, and instead was swung like a human punching bag by the impact. Coughing for breath and with her cheeks flaming red with embarrassment, Ossi attempted a wild kick at her foe, if nothing else hoping to escape from this intolerable grip before more damage could be done!

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Honie had completely foiled her foe's first attack, bringing it to a screeching halt and with minimal movement to boot! After the bee lifted Ossi up and stung her with a tough booty bump, the middleweight already wasn't looking very good. Honie's powerful hips and glutes had caused Ossi's body to swing, as if she had been struck in the gut by a huge boxing glove. Honie frowned, as she noticed her opponent coughing and wheezing, not fully comprehending how much raw force she had used on the dangling woman.

"Oh come on. I barely tapped you." Honie buzzed in disappointment. "You're gonna have to do better than that if-!" The bee's dialogue was cut short by Ossi's desperate kick. However, the heroine didn't let out any grunt or cry of pain. Normally, a well placed kick would've been enough to discourage Honie from holding onto Ossi, at the very least. But the wild, uncalculated blow stuck Honie's impressive, rock-solid core! Not that Honie didn't feel anything, but she didn't even flinch, much less move or even release her grip on Ossi's wrist.

"Haha! My abs are like buzzing armor!" Honie chirped. "Nice try though. Maybe put more thought into where your attacks land next time, eh?" Suddenly, Honie would turn her body and try to ram her strong, massive backside into Ossi's softer core once again! Only this time, should her strike connect, Honie would simultaneously let go of Ossi's wrist. Now the bee would allow the sting that had previously swung her adversary, to now send her foe flying!

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Ossi could only look on in dismay as her flailing kick thumped ineffectually against Honie's iron abs, not so much as moving the posterior powerhouse an inch! The Syrian's eyes went wide and she redoubled her efforts to pull her hand free from the Bee's grip, now getting more and more frantic as the jeers of the crowd reigned down on her in a scathing indictment of her pitiful efforts.

She did not get the chance to try for long. In a sudden, powerful motion Honie once again pivoted, slamming her firm backside into Ossi's soft abs at the same time as she released her grip on the Arab beauty's wrist.

"OUUFFF!" Ossi blurted as the wind was knocked out of her by the sharp strike. The force send the arrogant Arab tumbling head over heels backwards across the ring in the most undignified manner, and she slumped to a halt in a dishevelled heap on the canvas, gulping for breath.

With her cheeks blazing crimson with embarrassment Ossi scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could, impotent anger sizzling in her veins at the treatment she had just received.

"You disrespectful circus freak!" she raged shrilly, crouching in her wrestling stance and circling Honie. To any observer it was obvious Ossi was outmatched, but such was the heiress's anger that she didn't even consider the odds as she attempted to dive forward, swinging a vicious, petulant slap at Honie's face. "You'll pay for that!"