Pre-show: Holly Matheson (c) vs Piper Sherwood - Kiss My Foot Match

[Luncha_Libre]

Taking deep breaths, readying herself, Holly attempted to will herself into a full on charge at Piper. Holly had control of the match, and wanted nothing more than to keep it. If she could just connect with this charge, she could crush Piper, take the fight out of her, maybe even beat her! The thought of scoring a win and finally getting rid of this damned belt made a lump swell up in Holly’s throat, and while her heart was threatening to beat out of her chest, she tried to harness that nervous energy into the hardest charge she could muster.

“Got you now!” Holly shouted. Her body bounced toward Piper as quickly as she could manage. She was tired already, body aching from the beating she’d gotten at the blonde’s hands, but now this was all hers. Or so she thought. Running full tilt, Holly’s singlet was riding up her thick ass, her ample breasts were threatening to go bouncing right out, and she didn’t care. She only wanted to land this hit, and squash Piper once and for all! Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. Holly’s eyes went wide just as she saw Piper roll her elbow out, but it was too late! The British Bombshell hit the hard elbow instead of soft body, Piper slamming hard into her boobs and crushing them against Holly’s body. “AAAAUGH!” She cried out, pain and shock and disappointment all overwhelming her as Piper slipped right out of her grasp. But the blonde wasn’t done, yet.

“N-no!” Holly gasped, as Piper caught her staggering back. “NO!” Holly cried out louder, as she felt her boobs swell against Piper’s arm, trapping her. Holly shook her head in pathetic protest, looking in the camera, looking like she was begging someone, anyone, to help her. Then, Holly was spun around, hair whipping in the air as Piper swung her right into the ring apron and slammed her face into it! Holly didn’t make a sound after that, pain shooting through her face and then her entire body. Holly would drop to the floor, legs spread eagle and arms flopping up above her head. The rise and fall of Holly’s heaving breasts were the only sign of life, as her eyes fluttered shut, a black eye already forming where Piper’s finisher had driven her into the ring, turning the poor loser’s lights out!

[Bare]

As Piper held Holly suspended over the floor, helpless and panicking in knowing full well what would happen, Piper took a moment to savor this feeling. This moment of utter... power. Control. Dominance. Things she had realized she wanted more than praise or admiration. Then once she threw herself back she smashed the woman square into the ring earning a satisfying sound of impact as a result.

Getting up she would look down at her handiwork and even smiled in a smug way as she saw the blackeye forming over her eye. Bending down Piper would grab a handfull of Holly’s hair and drag the barely concious champion to her feet before rolling her under the ropes and back into the ring. Pushing herself up onto the apron herself, Piper would showily enter the ring herself.

Without saying a word she smirked down at Holly and began sending vicious kicks to the woman’s side, knocking her away from the ropes and forcing her right where she wanted her to be. ”This is what you get for putting me in this position bitch...” Piper said in a vicious tone, adding one more stomp to the girl’s face for emphasis before turning and walking to the ring corner.

Climbing up the corner Piper would throw her arms up to the crowd, signifying that she was about to do something impressive and in response getting a loud cheer in response. Than Piper would suck herself in before leaping backwards off the top corner and flipping backwards through the air, even turning a full rotation in the air to come down with a 360 Moonsault square onto Holly’s downed form! If it connected than Piper would grab the girl’s leg and hold it up straight for a pinfall!

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly was completely out cold for a second, but it didn’t last long. Coming to, Holly could feel Piper looming over her. Holly tried to force herself up, but could only manage a twitch of her leg before it flopped back to the floor. Holly would barely even protest, letting out a long, loud whimper as she got pulled up and dragged back into the ring. Arms flopping at her sides, buxom body looking heavier in her straining ring gear as she was rolled under the ropes with her opponent coming in right after her.

Holly was barely cognizant of what was happening until Piper put the boots to her. “Aaargh!” Holly cried out, as Piper stomped on her ribs. Holly’s bust heaved as she gasped in pain, arms trying to wrap protectively around her aching ribs. Her legs kicked into the air, before flopping back to the canvas. “I-I’m sorry!” Holly cried out, tears running down her face as she was flooded with regret. Piper was right, Holly had picked this fight … only to get humiliated once again. The kick to the face shut Holly up for good, making her entire body spasm once in pain. She put her hands on her ruined face to hide her tears, and the black eye. Holly didn’t know where Piper was, but she didn’t like this break in the action. Holly tried to look for Piper, but the combination of wet tears and bright arena lights made it impossible. Fearful, Holly’s eyes widened, and she looked lost and scared, in the middle of the ring …

“UUUUUUGHN!” Holly let out a wild cry as Piper’s body came crashing down on her! The buxom British Bombshell’s body acted as a perfect crash pad for Piper’s 360 Moonsault, her curves squashed beneath the falling blonde’s body. Holly’s legs flopped up one last time, the last bit of life she would be able to show, and Piper hooked her leg.

“ONE!” Holly knew this was it. She couldn’t believe how quickly, how pathetically this match had turned against her. Her arms were stretched out above her head, unmoving. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open. Her shining breasts heaved beneath Piper as the blonde pinned her helplessly to the canvas.

”TWO!” Holly couldn’t believe this. This couldn’t be happening. She thought she had one, she was so sure this long nightmare was coming to an end, tonight. Now, she couldn’t even muster the energy to cry for herself …

”THREE!”

[Bare]

As she soared through the air time seemed to slow to a crawl for the airborn blonde, her breath hitched, and it was like all the idle thoughts and worries that normally came with such a high risk maneuver came flooding her mind at once. Would she miss? Would Holly roll away or counter? What if she hit this dangerous move only for it to not be enough?

These allng with many other thoughts plagued Piper’s mind as she neared Holly beneath her, but even so... she never wavered. Despite the thoughts and doubts and insecurities she maintained a perfect poise as she came down upon Holly’s body, refusing to crumple under pressure until.. finally... SLAM

A deafening impact resounded out as Piper’s body crashed into Holly’s causing a widespread jiggle effect on Holly’s body. For a moment Piper was in shock and elated joy from the successful move, but she didn’t let it distract her. Immediately Piper spread herself over Holly’s body, grabbing her leg and pulling it up for a pinfall.

Scrunching her eyes shut as she held the limb Piper nodded along with the ref as they counted, once, twice, three times! She had done it her first win! Throwing down the leg Piper sat up with a look of pure joy on her face as her hand covered her mouth while the bell rang and the announcer’s voice cut in.

“Here is you winner by pinfall... Piper Sherrrrrrwood!”

Her name echoed out among the fans and in return a symphony of cheers that Piper had been waiting for for so long. ”YES! Yesssss!” Piper cheered as she basked in the praise of the fans, turning in a slow circle to soak up as much of the praise as she could.

However it wouldn’t be long before the blonde’s green eyes rounded on the downed Holly, her previous look of pure joy replaced by one with clear evil intentions as she crouched down near the ‘champion’. “Hey wake up old hag you’re not out of this yet.” Piper said grabbing Holly’s hair and lifting her up into a seated position while sending several light but mocking slaps to Holly’s face.

Standing up to her feet she gestured for a microphone and as soon as one was placed in her hands she would raise it to her lips. “Hey everyone! Who’s ready to watch the queen of jobbers kiss the last of her dignity goodbye along with my feet?!” She asked loudly to the crowd, their bloodthirsty nature coming full force as they cheered at the thought before Piper turned on the ref. “Chair now!” Piper demanded as the ref nodded and got a folding chair from outside and placed it behind Piper who took a seat.

Crossing her arms under her chest she smirked smugly at Holly with eyes full of contempt for the older woman for dare putting her in this situation. ”Any time now. You can start by removing my shoes than kiss them until I say to stop.” Piper commanded, doing her best to emulate the various women she had lost too and been taken prisoner by over the past few months. But now she was in control...

[Luncha_Libre]

“Oh, no … nonono …” Holly had heard the three count, felt Piper come down on her body and pull off her when she was done, but she couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes and actually look at what was going on. That would have been too much, too real. Holly’s chest shuddered as she sobbed, biting her lip to fight the urge to just burst into tears at the reality of her situation: she lost, and she was still the Loser’s Champion. But she wouldn’t have much time to wallow, unfortunately, as Piper turned back to her.

“Aaaoww!” Holly cried out, getting yanked up off the mat by her hair. She winced in pain, getting dragged off the mat where she’d been pinned yet again, pulled up to a seated position. Holly looked beaten and exhausted, gasping for air as Piper got on the microphone. Wincing with every word, Holly could only imagine how pathetic she looked, the chubby older woman getting berated while sitting on her fat, just-kicked ass …

“Uuughn,” Holly moaned as Piper stood imperiously before her. Looking up at the fit, powerful younger girl, Holly let out a sob. This was her own fault. All her own fault. She had challenged Piper, she had made this happen, and now she was going to pay the price for being too weak to live up to it. Maybe Holly did deserve to be the champion of all losers!

Rolling her ass forward, Holly turned and put herself on all fours. The crowd chanted and cheered in anticipation, and Holly knew how badly they wanted to see her debase herself in front of all of them. Holly couldn’t bring herself to look up at Piper, she just closed her eyes and wished all of this was over. Round ass sticking up in the air, heavy breasts hanging low to the ground, threatening to spill out of her disheveled ring gear, the combination of pain and shame threatened to overwhelm Holly. She just had to accept defeat, and let this end.

Leaning in, Holly’s hair brushed to one side to allow the fans a good look at the coming humiliation. Holly pursed her ruby lips, and she closed her eyes. Holly’s ample breasts pressed against the floor at Piper’s feet, and Holly planted a long kiss of submission onto Piper’s boots. Holly’s shoulders shuddered as she sobbed, and she looked up with pleading wet eyes at Piper. “Y-you win, Piper,” Holly said, in a weak voice, “it’s over. You win …”

[Bare]

Piper smirked down with sadistic glee, her heel nature burning through bright and furiously as she watched the older woman kneel before her. This was a moment she ahd long waited for. The crowd at her back, her opponet defeated, humiliated before her. Victory. In all its glory was hers, as was Holly’s dignity.

Watching with a contemptive glee Piper crossed her arms under her bust as she watched the woman, broken down and humiliated start to work her lips over her boots. ‘Oh yeah this is what I’m talking about.’ Piper thought to herself as she looked down, eventually meeting Holly’s gaze.

The buxom brit’s eyes were wide and wet with tears of humiliation and disappointment from her loss, begging for mercy both literally and figuratively. Unfortunately for her Piper wasn’t giving it. ”Aww poor Holly...” Piper said in a faux concerned tone, even placing a hand on her chest as if concerned.

But it was gone in a matter of moments, Piper’s concerned faux expression getting a devious grin to it. “You didn’t listen to the rules of the match! Its a kiss my foot match. Not kiss my boot.” She said like a cat that caught the canary as she raised her foot up pressing her shoe against Holly’s face. “So take my boot off and... Kiss. My. Foot.” Piper demanded, her tone steadily growing darker and more forceful as she shoved her foot deeper against Holly’s face until the woman would get to work unlacing her shoe.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Ugh!” Holly sobbed, tasting the leather and sweat off of Piper’s boot. Wincing, Holly imagined that she could taste her own ass on that boot, as well. On her hands and knees in front of the superior woman, her dreams of no longer being the biggest loser in professional wrestler in ashes all around her. Holly knew everyone watching at home was either crying for or laughing at her, with nothing she could do about it.

Unfortunately, Piper kept talking. Looking up, Holly winced at the younger blonde as she laid down the law. Looking at Piper’s cruel face from beneath her young, perky breasts made Holly feel even smaller than usual, as she scrunched in on herself. Ass in the air, big boobs squeezed between her arms, Holly realized her humiliation was just beginning.

“Nnngh,” Holly whimpered as Piper’s boot ground into her face. Scowling, Holly wanted to fight back … but she knew it would just lead to another ass kicking. Piper had broken her, and now it was time to taste defeat. Humiliation mounting, Holly burst into tears, before she leaned back on her knees and started unlacing Piper’s boot. One lace after the other, Holly’s pretty face shining with tears as she looked up to her superior. Then, Holly puckered her ruby red lips, lifted Piper’s foot, and planted a tender kiss on her toes. Holly’s sobs got louder and harder then, tasting her opponent’s sweaty toe on her lips

“P-please, Piper,” Holly whispered, as she kept the younger woman’s foot in her hands, “no more …” Holly still kissed the foot, working her way up Piper’s foot to her ankle, planting gentle, submissive kisses along the way, pathetically hoping she could earn forgiveness and mercy from the conquering challenger.

[Bare]

Piper smirked deviously as she watched her former opponet, now definitive losers champion lick her foot oh so submissively. Like the good little bitch Piper knew Holly was inside. Watching with smug satisfaction as the older woman slowly unlaced her boot Piper nearly shivered in pleasire as her foot was kissed by the woman.

Now granted Piper wasn’t some deviant foot fetishest that enjoyed this type of thing on the norm. But rather she enjoyed the humiliation, and the cheers said humiliation was esrning from the fans. It wasn’t a single enjoyable factor, it was the culmination of everything about this firsr match, her first victory, that made her shiver.

Watching gleefully as the defeated woman continued to kiss and worship her foot Piper smirked as she allowed it to continued a few more seconds. ”All right thats enough little foot slave.” Piper said coldly as she pulled her foot out of Holly’s grasp, a cruel smirk coming across her face as she looked down. “Man you got really into it. I bet you must have really enjoyed it, probably cause you’re such a bottom feeder.” Piper said mockingly as she pushed the woman off with her foot.

Putting her foot back in her boot Piper didn’t bother to lace it as she stood tall and proud looking around at the crowd with a small smile before looking down at Holly. “Think twice next time before you try and rise above you’re station. Little bitch.” Piper said in a cold, mocking tone before turning and walking out of the ring and to the back, posing and showing off for the large crowd as she did so.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly pressed her lips to Piper’s boot over and over again, equally ashamed and afraid of what was going to happen if she let up, even for a moment. So there she was, totally debasing herself on her hands and knees for Piper, a packed stadium arena and a global audience watching from home. The taste of leather on her lips and salty tears running down her cheeks, Holly just hoped it was enough ..

Finally, Holly was released. She stopped the moment Piper told her to, obediently. Holly kept her head bowed, her hands flat on the canvas, her round ass sticking up in the air as she prostrated herself. Piper’s mockery stung Holly, reminding her that she was the one that picked this fight, which was hers to lose. Holly winced at every word, shame swelling in her chest as Piper mocked her, dressed her down, putting a final exclamation point on Holly’s absolute humiliation for the night. Holly’s face was pushed away roughly by Piper’s boot, but she kept her gaze averted. Her eyes were stinging, and there was a lump in her throat.

When Piper finally stepped away, Holly shuddered. Her bare shoulders shivered as she sank her face into the canvas. Her long black hair tried to hide her shame as she let out a loud, body-wracking sob. Once again, she was ending the night humiliated, shamed, and completely owning the title of Loser’s Champion. Holly lay there for a long moment, face and ample breasts smooshed into the canvas, her ass quivering as she released her angst into a long, miserable, self-pitying cry at her own misfortune. Once again, she was going home with the most incredible mark of shame in all of professional wrestling.

WINNER: Piper Sherwood ... still Loser's Champion, Holly Matheson