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

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Kiss my foot match for the LAW loser's championship: Standard rules apply. Victory to be awarded via pinfall, submission, knockout, count-out, or disqualification. The loser must kiss the winner's foot after the match. The loser will become or remain LAW's bottom wrung: the Loser's Champion.

[Bare]

Tonight was the big night. THE big night. A night that the blonde standing in the mirror couldn’t afford to lose. Piper Sherwood was this blonde, standing in a rather small dressing room. Probablt the smallest one on hand as she spent some time preparing herself for the match ahead. She was up against none other than Holly Matheson herself. Aka the biggest loser in LAW. Literally. The holder of the loser belt had the audacity to call her out. ”So what if I don’t have a win yet... doesn’t make me as bad as her...” Piper said to herself, still furious that this match had been made. For better or worse it was also a match set with a humiliation stipulation too it. Meaning that if Piper won she could make Holly kiss her foot, of course if vice versa well... than the opposite would happen..

“I refuse to lose to that old crone..” Said to herself with a growl of frustration. If she could manage this win not only would it be her first win in LAW, it also meant that she could get quite the revenge on Holly, making the girl refret ever calling her out. But if she lost.. she would have the double humiliation of worshipping that old bitches feet, on top of having that damn championship around her.. “No.. Not happening.” Piper said angrily as she punched the mirror, cracking it before storming out of the room.

Walking briskly down the halls the blonde turned quite a few heads as she passed. No one was used to the serious atmosphere around her, not had they, or anyone for that matter seen the new ring gear she was sporting for this match. But speacial occassions called for speacial looks. And this is one that Piper had been saving, now seemed as good as time as any to bust it out. After all today she was gonna show the world the new Piper Sherwood.

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Reaching the guerilla position she threw a hand up telling the sound guy that she was heading out and to play her new entrance music. Soon the crowd was greeted with a harder hitting, more dramatic song as green and gold pyrotechnics went off. Out from the ramp came Piper, new outfit hugging her physique, making her assets pop in a much more flattering way, along with the new music playing giving Piper a much differen air about ber as she posed for the crowd.

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https://youtu.be/KCqjZIGKR0M

Of course the crowd gave a decent cheer for Piper die to said changes. But for the most part the crowd either booed or remained indifferent to her. Something that made Piper’s hands clench in frustration. None the less however Piper would break out into a run. Scorching down the ramp to the ring Piper would leap up, landing with one foot on the middle rope, Piper pushed off it and flipped clear over the top. Landing on her hands Piper executed a cartwheel before backflipping to land in the center of the ring with one leg bent slightly and her arm raised. For once being able to use her gymnastics to great effect in her entrance. This of course got a MUCH louder pop from the crowd at the impressive display. Smirking she would walk backwards to her corner. Waiting for the so called champion herself with a glare.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly took deep, measured breaths. She had just ended a phone call with her family back home and promised her boyfriend that she was not taking this belt home ever again. The British Bombshell closed her eyes, and took one slow, deep breath. Holly didn’t change in the locker room with the other girls before an important match. Not because her status as a ‘champion’ made her at all important, but because any one of them could see the official worst wrestler in the world as easy pickings if they wanted to warm up a little before a real match. Instead, the buxom British Bombshell would change in an abandoned hallway, peeling herself out of her street clothes and squirming into her tight ring gear quickly, hoping nobody would wander by for a quick peek while she changed. When the Brit felt like she finally had her ample curves tucked and shoved well within the confines of her gear, she pulled her phone out of her bag and made the call. She ended it by saying, “I swear to God, I am not coming home tonight with this belt. Not tonight, not again. If I can’t come home as someone you and our little one can’t be proud of, I’m not coming home tonight. I’m beating her, and that’s it. Love you too. I’ll … I’ll see you later tonight.” The Brit hung up, and dropped her phone in her bag.

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Holly placed a hand on the face of the belt, felt the words inscribed on it. By now, Holly couldn’t count the hours she’d spent staring at this thing, burning a hole through it with her gaze. Knowing she shouldn’t, Holly still couldn’t help but read everything written about her on the internet, everything written directly to her on the internet, involving that damn belt. Now, once again, she had a chance to prove everyone wrong.

Stepped toward the television production crew and passed her gym bag to a road agent. Taking a deep breath, Holly squared her shoulders, thrust her chest out proudly, and stepped out to the arena with her head held high. Immediately, the arena erupted into a mixed reaction. Normally, Holly didn’t even rate music for her entrance, but tonight the ring crew opted to play Chvrches’ “Miracle” … someone’s idea of a joke, Holly figured.

As always, the fans were generally happy to see Holly, but it was a mixed bag. There were scattered cheers, even shouts of encouragement, from the fans that loved an underdog and wanted Holly to drop her ‘title.’ More than that, there were those that thought she was hilarious, and wanted to see the beautiful, busty British wrestler get squashed and humiliated yet again, as she had been nearly every time she walked out to the ring. And then, there were the handful that were angry Holly was wasting their time as viewers, those that wanted her next submission to be her last, to see her broken and leave wrestling forever. Holly narrowed her eyes and looked across the arena.

Holly strode down to the ring, head held high with a stiff upper lip. Holly looked up to the ring, sizing up Piper. Holly had issued the challenge, and there was a sinking feeling in her stomach. Piper looked different, a new outfit, something that framed her body well, made her look much more striking and impressive than Holly remembered her. Holly’s chest rose, as she took a deep breath. The Loser’s Champion pushed through, stepping up the ropes and wiping her boots on the apron. Holly held the top rope and swung out, facing the fans. She raised an arm, pumped her fist and flexed for the fans … drawing a near-universal laugh from the arena!

“Bloody hell,” Holly sighed at the disrespect, shoulders slumping as she stepped between the ropes. The referee approached to give Holly her pre-match check and take the title belt from her. Meanwhile, Holly would eyeball Piper. “Cute outfit … that to go with your new belt?”

[Bare]

Piper leaned back against the corner, waiting and watching with narrowed eyes as Holly finally made her entrance. Almost immediately she couldn’t contain the laugh that escaped her lips from the entrance music that accompanied the girl. Clealry the ‘champ’ didn’t have any choice in her music otherwise she wouldn’t have such a embarassing track.

What was even better was that the fans themselves as they either laughed or cheered for the would be champion, though many more were content to shout sarcastic comments. Those were the ones Piper agreed with most.

Though as the woman got closer to the ring Piper could’t help but tighten her fists to the point her knuckles were white. After all the closer Holly got, the closer that belt got. The better a view Piper got at the disgusting thing. And the more the distate for her record and that belt in front of her grew. She would win tonight, no matter what it took. So serious she was in her thoughts she didn’t even notice as Holly posed she was instead laughed at.

It wasn’t until the biggest loser in LAW spoke to her that Piper snapped to attention and focused on the british woman before her. ”No, after all that belt goes too well with the tacky outfit you always wear. This.” She said while gesturing to the gesr she was currently wearing. “Is to show that I’m no longer the same person I used to be.” She said with a serious expression as she stared down the brit with a ready and competive expression on her face.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly swayed on her hips as she attempted to stare Piper down. The Brit didn’t know why she did this, it almost never seemed to work out well for her. She bit her lip as she glared at Piper, finding herself wishing the blonde hadn’t had a response ready to go. And that she wasn’t wearing brand-new gear. And that she didn’t look so good in it.

“Tacky,” Holly said, her voice betraying how bothered she was. “This is a classic look, I haven’t needed to change it …” She shook her head, before adding, “And you’re not the person you used to be. You’re about to be the new loser’s champion!” Holly stuck her chin out, trying to look tough, give a stiff upper lip. She couldn’t back down, couldn’t give ground. She had to stand up for herself tonight, of all nights.

With her belt passed to the ringside crew and the official announcements made, Holly felt more than ready to start the match. Beneath her ample bosom, her heart was pounding so hard she felt like she could barely hear the crowd. Holly bounced up and down in her boots to limber up, taking deep breaths. As soon as the bell would ring, Holly would lunge in.

The British Bombshell threw her body forward, looking to catch Piper by the wrist and twist her arm into a standing wrist lock, wanting to take control as soon as the match started. The Brit would press forward, trying to twist that wrist behind Piper’s back and press her body against the blonde’s back, hoping that if she was quick enough, she could begin with Piper under her control and this title match starting out on her terms.

[Bare]

Piper smirked a but cruelly as she detected the hurt behind Holly’s words at her diss to the woman’s long standing outfit. The blonde’s high school mean girl experience was coming out and serving her well. After all if there was one thing the blonde was good at from the get go it was trash talk, and against someone like Holly it was very useful for getting in the woman’s head.

”We’ll see about that, me getting that belt is about as likely as you ever holding any other title belt!” Piper snapped right back, refusing to give the British woman the last words before the bell rang officially starting the match.

Throwing her arms up Piper was just quick enough to react as Holly came lunging in to grapple with her from the get go! Instinctively throwing a fist forward Piper ended up wincing as her attack was a second too late before her other arm was grabbed and twisted behind her back. “Guh so that’s how it is huh?” Piper grunted out before wincing again from a extra wrench courtesy of Holly as she further pressed her body into Piper’s back.

‘Guess that answers that question.’ The blonde thought to herself with grit teeth as her free hand reached up, grabbing at the back of Holly’s head. If succeasful Piper, in true heel fashion, would stomp her foot down on Holly’s for a quick distraction. If it worked and got the Brit to lose focus, even for a second, than the ex cheerleader would take advantage by jumping up and throwing her legs forward, attempting to bring the champion down with her for a quick stunner!

[Luncha_Libre]

It didn’t seem to matter how many opponents trash talked Holly while they were beating her up, it always got under her skin. Instead of thinking about how she could keep control of Piper, Holly was thinking about her outfit, and struggling to brush off her trash talk. The women were locking up, and Holly was able to get in, take control, and get behind Piper before she knew it!

“HA!” Holly laughed, grinning as she twisted herself around Piper. “Not so much trash talk now, eh?” Holly tried to twist further into the hold, her chest pressing against Piper’s back as she tried to lock in the hold. Unfortunately, Holly was so focused on being chuffed with herself that she didn’t realize Piper was on the move before it was too late!

“OWW!” Holly wailed, as her foot got stomped on. Holly released the hold, ready to back off, until Piper grabbed her head. “Ah—UGHN!” Holly cried out, then let out a grunt as Piper dropped her into a stunner! Tucking herself against Piper’s body had been a stupid move, Holly realized, putting her right into position to take this move. Holly’s head was rocked, leaving her dazed and stunned. Holly fell to her knees, head rolling back after taking the stunner. Her eyes stared out, shocked and bleary, swaying back and forth as the drop rocked her head!

“Wh-whuh …” Holly moaned, looking around dazed and confused. The British Bombshell blinked, her head spinning while she tried to stay upright. In the end, the stunned Brit fell backward. She was left on her knees, legs spread apart with her head lulled back. Holly’s ample chest was thrust forward as her arms flopped weakly to her sides, left weak and helpless. “What … was that …?”

[Bare]

Piper had dissed Holly’s outfit, one of the things she was best at when it came to wrestling, trash talking the crap out of opponets and making them feel bad. A useful trait she had picked up from her time in high school that worked rather well for her in Law. She could tell, from the moment she had uttered the words that Holly was deeply upset.

However in return for the harsh words it appeared Holly had wanted to get right up against Piper, taking the fight to the blonde! Grunting as she felt Holly press up against her with arms locked around her waist tightly, Piper struggled about to try and get free. A few months ago, she would have panicked and struggled would but fruitlessly, probably only escaping by chance. Now though? Now Piper knew exactly what to do. Not just to escape but to take the advantage.

Raising her leg up she swung her foot down, smashing it down on Holly’s foot! If this blow managed to connect she would throw her arms up behind her opponet’s head before throwing her legs out bringing Holly down with a stunner!

Smiling widely as she connected the move Piper would roll forward after the move, popping up to her feet while turning to look at her kneeling opponet who looked absolutely wrecked by that stunner. ”Its called...” She said throwing herself onto her hands, letting her lower body arc through the air before pushing off with them. ”Losing!” She yelled sending herself flying forward with a front flip drop kick aimed right at Holly’s chest!

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly tried to focus her eyes, but everything felt dizzy. The British Bombshell had been rocked before. Hell, it might have been one of the defining factors in her career! However, the stunner had caught her completely off guard, and Piper had hit her with all of it. So, Holly was left open-mouth, stunned, staring with an empty-headed expression out into space. Holly’s thighs slid down, barely able to support the buxom British Bombshell who was now a target as Piper was getting herself up and taking aim.

“AAAH!” Holly cried out as Piper’s feet slammed into her chest. Holly’s impressive boobs were squished beneath the soles of Piper’s feet as the dropkick landed, knocking Holly back in a flail of weak arms and long black hair as she was sent backward. Holly was left laid out, lying over her own feet as the kick collapsed her the wrong way, ass over her boots. Holly lay there, staring at the lights with her arms spread out above her head, back arched and chest heaving as the kick laid Holly out.

Gasping for air, Holly slowly rolled over to her side. Holly wrapped an arm tight around her aching breasts, looking out in shock as she looked around the ring. Despite the physical punishment Holly was taking, she was also struggling to ignore the insults Piper was throwing at her, but Holly couldn’t help feeling weaker and more powerless with every word. Slowly, Holly would drag her body toward the ropes, looking for some safety from the beating that Piper was already dishing out to her!

[Bare]

Landing the devasting drop kick to her opponet’s chest Piper ended up on her back herself. But given she hadn’t taken any real damage thus far she easily kipped back up to her feet with her arms up. The moment she did a rain of cheers rained down from fans legitimately surprised by the skill Piper was showing. That or from the people that just wanted to see Holly get destroyed.

Speaking of... Piper turned her head to see Holly crawling to the ropes. Smiling cruelly she began to strut towards the older woman. ”Awwww whats wrong champ?” She asked, emphasizing the word champ with a mocking tone knowing that Holly must have been in a very bad way mentally right now.

“Come on poppet I thiught you were gonna show me what for mate? So far all thats happened is you getting you’re bollocks kicked!” Piper said in a mocking and purposely bad british accent that sounded more scottish than anything. Nearing the dark haired woman at the ropes Piper lift her leg up before bringing it down for a brutal stomp aimed at Holly’s ass.