A Not-so Dignified Training Session for a Loser (LowDefinition/Luncha_Libre)

[LowDefinition]

Annette continued to tease Holly's sensitive bosom, going as far as turning around Holly's nipples like some sort of knob. Though even so, she tried to make Holly realize a way to get out of the hold. And to her delight, Holly found the way. Letting go of her hold quickly upon realizing what Holly was about to do. She couldn't dodge in time to avoid the elbow...

"Nnh!!" She grunted as she took a few step back after releasing Holly. Placing her right hand on her cheek. "Ahhh, that's quite packing I have to admit." She remarked as she placed her left hand on her hips. "Well, that took quite some time, almost lost myself on that to be honest... What with your lovely, tender, and rather perky tits..." She continued, making her walk to the corner. "Sorry, can't help myself to not say it. Though, while we're at this 'escape the hold' subject, what other holds you seem to have difficulties getting out of? It doesn't have to be something in a teaseful manner like that hold I just did though. Ask anything, I'll be glad to give you pointers and practice escaping it." She concluded as she took this moment to regain her composure.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Uuuhn,” Holly moaned and gasped as she threw her elbow back and, to her own surprise, managed to dislodge Annette from the hold! Holly was left standing in the center of the ring, free to nurse her aching arm, and catch her breath. She looked over to Annette, and hoped that her ‘trainer’ for the evening wouldn’t notice the current perkiness in her breasts, or the firm points that her sensitive nipples had been coaxed into …

“Well,” Holly said, face flushing bright red when Annette’s first comments were indeed on her breasts. She looked down and crossed her arms self-consciously over her chest. “L-look, I got out of the hold, didn’t I? So … yeah …” Holly was trying to ignore the teasing, but that was going to take some getting used to, yet. At least Annette offered a topic change quickly, shifting to other submission holds. Holly looked at her feet as she thought, trying to remember the many, many, far too many submission holds she had fallen victim to in her pitiful career.

“Ugh, let’s see,” Holly sighed, “I’ve been beaten by the sharpshooter, the muscle buster stretch, at least twice, and, ah, I don’t know what to call it when the Jailbirds crushed my head in their asses, but that. And nearly every pin I’ve ever been in, if you want to call that a hold …” Holly huffed at that, eyes hooded as she relived each painful submission, each moment that led her career, her entire life really, to this point …