PPV Opener - Loser Championship Match: Holly Matheson(c) vs Suzume Sheska - Photoshoot Match

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly tried her best to break free. She really did. That was what her tired, slowing mind told herself as she felt her arms go limp and weak. Holly gagged, the headlock choking the life out of the British Bombshell. Suzume had her, dead to rights. The Brit’s eyes darted back and forth, looking for something, anything, that she could use to escape. For just a second, Suzume faltered and fell, and Holly reached out to escape, gasping in hope!

“NNNOOOOO!” Holly cried out loudly as Suzume kept the hold locked in, locking her legs around the Brit’s waist and holding her tight in a headscissor. Holly flailed around again, knowing that for a split second, she might have had a chance, a tiny window to escape. Holly’s back arched, her bust heaving forward as she struggled. She just needed one more moment, and … she failed. Even stumbling and falling, Holly couldn’t escape Suzume. She couldn’t beat her. Because, Holly thought to herself, Suzume was a better wrestler.

The ref came down to Holly, asking if she could continue. Holly’s tears burst out, as she admitted the truth to herself. “I-I … I quit …” Holly gasped, hand starting to tap the mat. Admitting defeat was the hardest thing she ever did, and she immediately regretted the words. It was humiliating, having a tiny woman like Suzume choke her out, break her will, and make Holly her bitch. She couldn’t take it anymore, however. She did her best, and still failed. “I quit, I quit, I quit!!” Holly whimpered again and again, tapping the mat furiously. Her round breasts bounced wildly as her body writhed in Suzume’s grip, self-pity overtaking Holly as she admitted her final defeat!

[Noob]

Suzume could hardly believe what she was hearing. In fact she didn't think it was real until she head the frantic taps against the mat. "Wuuuh?" She gasped before letting go of her opponent. "Nnnnng...get offfff" She whined, shoving Holly to the side before just sprawling out on the mat. She finally did it. She won. Not only that, she had just beaten someone above her weight class. The lightweight looked up at the lights with the widest of grins. "Yattaaaa~" She cried out, her chest now heaving. It was a rather weak celebration but that was all she could manage. She'd definitely be celebrating later though.

Slowly Suzume propped herself up on her shoulders. "Right! Photo op." The woman mumbled. She was almost too exhausted to get a last picture in but she couldn't upset the crowd. The lightweight rolled over onto Holly. She'd lay atop her, her chest smushed up against theirs. She looked down at her fallen foe and just smiled. "That's...what ya get...for messing with me." She said while still panting heavily. "Hope you're ready for a fun photoshoot!" She finally said before glancing up at the camera and flashing a quick peace sign.

Eventually Suzume pushed herself back onto all fours and wobbled to her feet. She'd press a foot down against Holly's chest and raise her arms in victory. It was the first time she had gotten to do this since joining LAW and she would be sure to relish every moment of it. This was sure to be the start of a comeback where she could finally establish herself as a threat. Or at least she hoped. The lightweight really didn't know what was in store for her. All she did know was that as she left the ring she was headed for a hot shower which would be followed by the biggest "dodged that bullet" celebration she could throw.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nononononooooooo,” Holly moaned, as Suzume released her. Holly could hardly believe what had just happened. She had a chance to finally shed the most humiliating title in all of professional wrestling … and she fucked it up. Holly rolled onto her belly, and buried her face in her arms. Finally, she let go. Sobbing, the British Bombshell lay there, the tears running into her arms. It couldn’t be over, she told herself, not like this. But it was, and she knew it. She had one chance, and she failed. Beaten again, the weaker woman again. “Noooo,” Holly whined, as she tried to choke back her sobs.

Holly rolled back over, wiping her face, just as Suzume settled on top of her. With a weak misery in her eyes, Holly looked at the camera. She couldn’t even get mad at Suzume for this, Holly had gotten herself into this situation. She made the challenge, the match … all of this was what Holly deserved, she told herself, for being so bloody weak. Holly squirmed as her boobs were smushed against Suzume’s, the fans getting a good look at her pitiful face beneath the celebrating challenger. Holly lay there as Suzume got up, wallowing in her misery.

“Uuughn, nooo,” Holly whined, thinking now about the photoshoot ahead. “AH!” Holly whimpered when Suzume squished a boob beneath her foot, just adding to the humiliation as the fans celebrated the small girl’s victory. Buxom Holly took another look up at the younger, much smaller Suzume, and felt a fresh wave of shame wash over her as the girl reveled in her dominance. Holly rolled her head back, tears starting again. The worst part of it all, even more than the photoshoot coming up, worse than coming home to her family with that Loser’s Championship again, was the fact that Holly had brought all of this down on herself. This was her fault, and she was going to have to live with that every time she looked at that damned belt!