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

[LowDefinition]

Annette stood there ready with a proper wrestling stance to take on Holly's offense. She smiled as she saw through Holly's embarassment, "Come on, we don't have all the time you know~" Annette goaded as Holly took off the humiliating Loser Champion belt. Her hands gestured for Holly to make a move immediately.

And as Holly lunged towards Annette, Annette giggled before making a move on her own, swaying her body to the right and sneak back to Holly's behind and immediately grabbed her hand and pull her arm backward, straining Holly's shoulder joint and grabbed onto the back of Holly's neck with her other hand. Forcefully leading her and pushes her down to the canvas and make her kiss the belt.

"See what I'm talking about?" Annette said as she kept a firm hold on Holly's hand and head. "If you lose yourself that easy, then no matter how good your wrestling is, you're going to stumble and keep this thing on your waist." Annette continued on as she kept Holly under that simple hold. "Do you understand that? Or should I keep going and make it worse?"

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly put everything she had into locking up with Annette. Part of her hated the blonde, at least in that moment. Holly couldn’t help but think this was partly her fault, that DDT had destroyed the British Bombshells and put Holly right on the road to being the biggest loser in all of professional wrestling. Now was her chance to pay her back!

Except that Annette was ready and waiting. “ACK!” Holly squealed indignantly as Annette easily dodged her, caught Holly’s arm and took total control of her body. Holly’s face flushed red as she was shoved down, realizing it was her own stupid vanity that put her in this position. Annette shoved Holly down like a dog, physically forcing her to obey.

Holly’s face went straight into the belt, smacking into it as she went down. Her lips tasted it, and she winced. Holly knew the title wasn’t exactly a pride and joy of LAW, but she wondered if the gross thing had ever been cleaned! Holly grimaced as her ruby red lips left a mark on the Loser’s Title, before she tried to lift her head up. Holly couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Bent over naked, her round ass sticking up in the air while her face was shoved into the dirty belt, it was hard to get too proud. Silently, Holly nodded, willing to agree with anything Annette said to get the blonde to let her up.

[LowDefinition]

As soon as she saw Holly struggled to nod, Annette let go of her hold. Kneeling over the buxom brit, she smiled and taps Holly's shoulder lightly. "That's more like it." She said with a friendly tone, she gazed over to look at Holly's body again. "Well, you certainly don't have the ideal physique for a wrestler. Not that I'm saying it like it's a liability. I mean, a lot of the girls on the company actually don't really have it." She commented, and then she couldn't resist to pinch her hips gently. "Mmm, pretty flabby, but it's not really noticeable with your outfit. I mean, you're not wearing one right now." She continued to comment as she gaze to the brit's butt. "And my oh my isn't this a nice bouncy ass you got here. I'm jealous that my butt isn't as bouncy as yours." She continued her comment as she stood up, she even grabs the loser belt and drags it away from Holly's face before tossing it to the side.

"So uh... What did I say again? You don't need to perfect your techniques, physiques or anything. That's just number two in my opinion, the first thing you need to get out of this humiliating situation is to get your shit together." She restarted her lecture before lending her hand to help Holly get up on her feet. "And how do you get your shit together you might ask? Simple... Well, saying it is simple enough, but it's harder in practice." She explained as she helped Holly get up. "You need to discard your pride, not too much, I don't really want to see more sluts in the company. But at the very least, loosen up a bit... Don't be so stiff, you know everyone in the company loves to get sensual like..." Annette would back off a bit, she would then trail her hands from her own hip to her breasts before cupping it and playfully grope it, continued with a push upward so that she could lick her own nipple with a teaseful look to Holly and smiles "This."

Annette would then stood still, looking on Holly before pointing at her. "So! My first practice for you, tease me. Sensually, like most of the girls in the company do it." She retracted her point after stating that. "It don't have to be drastic, just do something small would suffice, I don't expect your stiffness to be gone that fast anyway."

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly remained on her knees for a moment, trying to suck back the humiliation of being forced to kiss that damned title belt. Holly was positively fuming, now. She had been called out to the middle of nowhere, made herself extremely vulnerable, and for what? To get humiliated even more? By a girl who had an active hand in her current predicament, no less. Still, Holly couldn’t help but think that, at least to a degree, the things that Annette was saying to her made perfect sense. If only she weren’t in this horrible spot, first!

Holly winced when Annette brought up her less-than-ideal body. Being in a locker room full of goddesses like the LAW roster was hard enough but having herself called out by a woman who had proved herself superior time and again didn’t make things easier. Holly sighed.

“EEP!” Holly squealed, as Annette took a thick pinch of her soft thigh. Holly’s skin was cool, smooth and silky. It reddened where she was pinched, just like Holly’s blushing face. The British Bombshell made a motion to stand up, then, feeling increasingly flustered. Still, she listened to her makeshift mentor, for the evening. In the past, Holly had bristled at being called too proud, or stuffy, or too posh for her own good. Especially when it came to wrestling. Holly’s eyes were searching, her mind clearly hard at work when she got up to face Annette again. What came next, however, shocked her.

“What are you doing?” Holly asked, as she saw Annette take a firm handle of her breast and give it a playful little tug. Holly had heard every word that Annette said, but now felt as if it was all completely alien to her. “What was that about?” The shocked disbelief made Holly’s voice thin, almost like a tiny wail. The Brit folded her arms over her own breasts again, trying to cover her nipples with her thin arms as she looked at the display before her. Holly’s knees buckled a bit, nervousness taking over.

“I-I …” Holly started, as Annette’s request began to sink in. Was it a request, Holly wondered. She looked the woman over and shook her head. Face flush and red, Holly blushed nearly down to her chest.

“I … no! Absolutely not!” Holly flashed a defiant look toward Annette, though there was a quiver in her voice. “I’m a professional wrestler, dammit, not some porn star! I’m a wrestler, and I refuse to be reduced to some kind of ring-bunny!” Holly stood defiantly, suddenly, legs spread apart and her bust swelling against her arms as she squared her shoulders and presented herself proudly.

[LowDefinition]

Annette shooke her head and covered her face with her palm upon hearing Holly wouldn't do what she asked. "This is going to be hard..." She lamented, before looking back at Holly and then raises her index finger to Holly's face. Wagging her finger as she shook her head... "Again with that mentality." She said in disappointment before she circled around Holly.

"You see, you ARE a wrestler. I never said that you're not, or even that you're a porn star..." She said while circling Holly. "Though I do admit you have a nice body for that, but that's beside the point here." She stopped right in front of Holly. She showed a very stern and displeased look towards Holly. "You! Know that a lot of the girls in the company are sluts in one way or another, myself included." She took a step closer to Holly. "You! Know that teases, especially sexual teases takes your focus off, a lot!" Another step closer... "And you know that in your predicament right now..." Annette would grab Holly's head and lead her eyes to look at the Loser Champion Belt. "Every. One. Is. Out. There. To. Bully. You. Even. More!" She emphasized each words as she pushes Holly's head closer to the belt.

"I'm offering you a way to deal with this problem of yours..." Annette let go of Holly's head and walks over to the Loser Champion belt, before stepping on it and kick it off the ring. "So you can focus on getting rid of this stupid title!" She shouted to Holly, clearly hated to see Holly being this... hard to be helped, she sighed afterwards "If you keep losing your focus from those kind of things... Being treated like a joke, being approached sexually, and everything... You honestly have no hope of getting rid of that stupid belt." She would then go to a ring post and lean her back to the ring post, sighing defeatedly before gazing to Holly once again. "I'm not mad at you, I'm just... Disappointed."

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly could tell that she had displeased her ‘trainer,’ and she couldn’t tell why that made her self-conscious. Holly rubbed at the back of her left calf with her right foot, feeling self-conscious. Did she need approval that badly, she asked herself? Just because she had stuck up for herself, tried to maintain some dignity …

Holly’s eyes followed Annette’s finger as she scolded the Brit. Holly squirmed under the scrutiny, her tough and defiant façade showing cracks immediately. Then, Holly hopped back, as Annette turned things up a notch and got right in her face!

“Ah! I-I …” Holly gasped. Her face went wide-eyed, her head rocked backward. Holly arched her spine away from Annette’s scolding finger, arching her chest forward. Holly just didn’t know what to do. “Y-you see …” The thing was, for all her stammering, Holly knew that Annette had a good point. Holly’s eyes darted from side to side, as she struggled to think of what to say. There was no counterpoint she could find, however. Annette was totally right!

“NG!” Holly grunted, as Annette took the belt and shoved it into her face. “P-please,” Holly begged, pitifully, her petite nose inching closer to that dreaded belt. Holly looked the thing up and down, then, her pulse racing as she was confronted with her greatest failure. Holly’s eyes darted from the belt to Annette’s fierce face, silently begging her to let up.

“Oh!” Holly gasped, watching Annette kick the belt out of the ring. Holly then planted her hands on her knees and took deep, gasping breaths. Her bare breasts heaved in the gym’s lights, and she shook her head. Her quivering skin made her look all the more pitiful. Holly shuddered when Annette told her she wasn’t mad, ‘just disappointed.’

“I-I … I want to be better,” Holly admitted, after a moment’s silence. “Please. Please, help me be better! I can do it!” Holly bit her lip, trying to hold her head high despite the pitiful state of her body. “W-whatever you want … I’ll do it! Just … just make me better!”

[LowDefinition]

The silence in the room seemed to indicate that Annette's rather harsh words rings into Holly's mind really well. Though with how awkward the silence was, Annette decided to leave the ring altogether... But before she set her foot to the outer ring. Holly said that she would want to be better.

"Oh?" Annette looked over as she undo herself leaving the ring. Walking over to Holly as she continue to plead for help to get better. She placed her hand onto Holly's shoulders. "Look, I just want you to get yourself out of the rut, especially with that shit belt that shouldn't even exist." She said softly, tapping her hands on Holly's shoulders in an attempt to calm Holly down. "Let's restart then." She said as she let go one of her hands from Holly's shoulders.

"So, you want to be better? But you don't know where to start?" She asked before she would then softly and gently rub Holly's bare breasts with her hand. "Maybe we should start with your stance on being teased and stuffs." She stopped caressing Holly's breast as she said it. Stepping away from Holly, she leaned over to the ropes.

"As of right now, you don't really do something right when you're getting teased by others. Not that I'm saying it's wrong to be angry or sad when you're teased or something like that." Annette explained what she thought on Holly so far when it comes to being humiliated. "But you need to calm yourself a bit, contain your emotion... Let your emotion out but in a rather 'just enough' scale. I'll be honest, emotions do bring out power..." She said while approaching Holly.

"But with that power, you left yourself wide open to be toyed around even more." She explained before flicking her finger onto Holly's left nipple softly. "Now... Let's put this into practice then, I'll do something to you, and then you do something to deal with what I do..." She said while moving to Holly's back.

Annette would then put Holly into a standing half nelson hold!! And with her free hand, she would swiftly move her hand to cup a feel on Holly's breast. "I won't put on a kiddy glove just for you... So, how will you escape from this?" She asked while still making sure Holly's right arm couldn't move around much while also molesting Holly's breast.

[Luncha_Libre]

It took a great deal of effort, but Holly managed to get herself back under control. At least, she felt like she was back under control. Annette coming back to the ring, offering to help, Holly still didn’t know what to make of this entire scenario. She wanted to trust the girl. Really, Holly just wanted to believe that there was someone, anyone that could help her, even if it was one of the girls who had helped get her into this position. Holly bit her lip and resolved to trust this.

Holly nodded as Annette talked, and even as she stroked her breast. The British Bombshell let the fingers slide across her soft, ample bosom, and resisted the urge to say anything in response. Listening, she nodded again, knowing that what Annette was saying was right.

“I just can’t stand it,” Holly said. “I … I’m not used to be disrespected. Not as an adult, at least. I just can’t believe these bitches keep picking on me! And the fans! I thought they would love watching me …” Holly trailed off, her eyes heading down to her chest as Annette worked over the soft and sensitive flesh ...

Holly kept a close eye on Annette as she spoke, and as she broke off and paced around her. Holly nodded with what Annette was saying, though it was hard to focus while being so self-conscious about her naked body being on full display in the ring. “I don’t- OW!’ Holly’s reply was cut short as Annette flicked her nipple, drawing a squeal out of the Brit!

“H-hey!” Holly was totally unprepared as Annette swung around her and caught her in the half nelson. Holly tried to twist out, but without any technique or precision all she managed to do, was stamp around the ring and make her hips and breasts jiggle and bounce free! Annette groped her then, kneading the soft flesh. “L-let go!” Holly cried out, face reddening. Still, she heard Annette’s demand, to know how she’d get out. Holly looked over the situation, tried to ignore the fingers working over her sensitive body and tried to twist out of Annette’s grip!

[LowDefinition]

While Annette had Holly in the half nelson hold, she would knead Holly's soft and bouncy breast as well. Without a lot of pressure for starters, to see how Holly would make her move out of this. Seeing that all she did was flailing around without any sort of technique and just try to power it out. Annette would inch herself closer as she presses her body against Holly's back attempting to limit Holly's movement.

"Try not to limit yourself to just free what was locked..." Annette said while keeping Holly in that hold and also tease her while at it. "You had one of your arm free, there is a simple way to do it you know... Don't hold back even if this is just training." She dropped a hint right after, she pressed herself and pushes Holly to look at her free arm as if saying that Holly can get out of this if she could use that free arm in a way or another. "Calm down, try to find another way out."

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nngh! C-come on!” Holly protested, shaking her body in the half-nelson, making her ample bust bounce in Annette’s fingers. The British Bombshell was blushing hard, and unable to do much more than that. Holly listened to Annette’s advice, and took deep breaths. She winced and bit her lip, trying to ignore the fingers kneading her soft and sensitive bosom, and think for a moment.

“Rrggh, dammit!” Holly hissed, struggling to focus against the humiliation. Holly could feel her cheeks burning as Annette’s fingers massaged and teased her and struggled to get that out of her head. She had to get out of this. The arm, that was it. Holly focused on her arm. Biting her lip, Holly took a deep breath, making her soft flesh swell between Annette’s fingers … before she balled her free hand in a fist, flexed her arm, and tried to lean back into an elbow strike into Annette, behind her!