Am Sure There's A Button Somewhere

[TheSuitedOwl]

After having climaxed the second time in this fight. Katsu was understandably tired and wasn't all that enthused about getting off of Holly. Against the cold air of the studio he could really appreciated the sweety warmth of Holly's body underneath him. Hell just the close intimacy the two shared was enough motivation to keep him where he was.

Either way it would work to his favor. As Katsu took the time to gather his thoughts and indulge in the moment until he would finally speak up and start reaping what he had sown. "And that's a wrap. You lose Holly." Katsu taunted arrogantly as be pressed his bare hips into her exposed rear. "And you know what's the funniest part. You could have won..." The photographer continued as he leaned forward to kiss Holly on the side of her neck.

"Can you imagine it? Me under your boot. I know, It's quite the image but you would never be able to pull it off... Want to know why?" Katsu enticingly finished as he let one of his hands gently caress her back and waited for the British Bombshell to eventually respond.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly lay there, her sweat-and-tear-stained face pressed into the floor. Her body was quivering, laid out bare, her pussy throbbing after the pounding that Katsu gave her. Holly closed her eyes and let out a low, pitiful whine. Now, she thought, she could add LAW’s photography staff to the growing list of people who just used her body for whatever they wanted, while she was too pitiful and weak to do anything about it.

“Ngh!” Holly grunted, as Katsu pressed his hips against her thick, pillowy ass. The British Bombshell took a deep breath, her shoulders pressing upward as she tried to brace herself. She wanted to push herself out from under him but couldn’t bring herself to try. It seemed like she lacked the strength, and what if she just managed to get him riled up, again …?

“D-damn …” Holly sighed, voice a pathetic whine, as Katsu mocked her more. He was right, she lost. She lost a lot, actually. Of course she did. That damned belt was proof, this was her lot in life. Lose often, lose hard, get fucked for even trying. That was all there was for her, now. Holly couldn’t choke back a sob. Of course, Katsu kept talking. She tried to picture what he was talking about, his body on the floor, her standing on top of him, body still proudly clad in her shining white ring gear, triumphant. The image was hazy in her mind, seeming impossible to fully imagine. Holly quivered as Katsu’s hand went down her bare spine, making her curvy body tremble beneath him.

“S-stop teasing me,” Holly said, eventually. “Just … just tell me, or leave me alone …”

[TheSuitedOwl]

"I mean its not hard to piece together..." Katsu answered. As he flipped Holly onto her back and pinned her arms to the side. While he took the liberty to press his bare cock between her exposed pussy. "You're too nice."

"By the time you had me on my knees. I was already playing dirty and even had my way with you by then. Yet, you were still willing to show me mercy. Its admirable for an idiot but its not going to get you to win anything. Unless your counting being a "fuck toy for real wrestlers". Which is fine by me. Just like the fans I enjoy every second." Katsu then added.

And would emphasizing his point by gently messaging one of Holly's large tits. "Or, am I wrong?"

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly lay flat beneath Katsu, trying not to make eye contact with the latest opponent to beat her and have his way with her body. Rolled over with her arms pinned to her side, Holly weakly tried to squirm away, before exhaling and letting out a whimper, her soft body letting him settle on top with resignation. She took a sharp breath, however, when she felt his manhood press between her thighs, tensing up and squeezing his cock between them while he settled on top of her.

Holly rolled her head back as Katsu took a handful of her breast and began to play. A soft, pink nipple began to get erect, her bust swelling under the pressure. She looked away, as she considered his words despite her overwhelming humiliation. Part of her felt like if she just kept training, kept practicing, she’d get stronger. Stop getting beat. There had to be one wrestler out there weaker than her, right? But what if the photographer was right? What if that wasn’t enough?

“I … I’m tired of this … I don’t want to be anyone’s toy!” Holly said, trying to ignore his hand on her chest, and his cock pressed between her tender thighs. “W-what … what do you think I should do about it?”

[TheSuitedOwl]

Hearing Holly out Katsu wouldn't stop playing with her. Even as the irony of their situation became apparent. She just had that sort of body you enjoyed playing with and unfortunately for the defeated brit Katsu wasn't courteous enough to stop as he answered Holly's question. "Its not that hard to see even former partner figured it out. You're in this mess because people with stronger wills and a meaner spirit put you here. So all you have to do is be meaner." As he cupped her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him.

"Something I'd be happy to help with. Since nothing could be more fruitful to me than upsetting the betting market. So why don't you sit on it." Katsu finished. As he finally pull away from Holly's heavenly body and begun to change back into his clothes. After which he would pick up Holly's singlet and jump out the ring. "Oh, just so you know I'm planning to sell this off. No hard feels of course just compensating myself for my time. So be sure keep an eye out online. If you really want this back." Katsu nonchalantly explained. As he waved Holly a goodbye and left.