Danielle Degardin vs. Ossi Shamar - First-to-Five Humiliation Selfie Match

[CaptainL]

Now this was more like it! Danielle beamed with pride as she listened to the cheers of the fans, much pleased to know that there was someone with sense here in this arena after all. But she was only getting to the good part - just now, as she turned around to bring her rear end down onto her newly claimed throne! She struck a pose as she hoisted herself off the ground, using Ossi to hold her up as her arms hung over the top rope and her legs crossed below her with the poise and elegance she had honed in her modeling career. A devious smirk crossed her face. Here, she was the queen, and Ossi was barely fit to serve as anything more than furniture.

"Ho ho...I'm sorry, were you saying something, dear?~" Danielle teased, mocking Ossi's muffled protests. Even as she tried to push and pull at Dani's legs and gluteals, or twist her body from side to side, she couldn't wrest herself free.

But it didn't matter if she could get out or not. Danielle wanted her complete obedience and compliance, and this clearly wouldn't work if she was fighting back. Her brow arched with frustration, as she gave her hips a firm twist, looking to grind her ass against Ossi's face. At the same time, her legs went lower, as she latched them around Ossi's ribs and began to squeeze. "S-Settle down-!"

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Ossi struggled desperately as Danielle bore her backwards, her neck now bent painfully against the ropes, face smothered in the model's exquisite posterior. A shrill growl of indignant anger escaped as the Frenchwoman continued to mock her, doing her utmost to keep Ossi in place. However, she seemed to grow impatient with the Syrian heiress's struggles. In a sudden motion she twisted her hips, grinding her rear into Ossi's face and totally cutting off her air supply!

"Nghhh..." she complained weakly as Danielle's legs clamped around her ribs, squeezing tight in an effort to further starve the Arab beauty of air. It was dreadfully effective. With the other woman's rear grinding into her face and her chest constricted by the bodyscissor, Ossi's struggles swiftly weakened, feeble moans of protest muffled by Danielle's ass.

Before long the fight was smothered and squeezed out of her and Ossi sagged limply against the ropes with a whimper of capitulation, arms hanging down by her sides, bust heaving as she tried to breath through Danielle's backside.

[CaptainL]

The reception Danielle got from her little stunt was mixed, to say the least. Many appreciated the view, cheering and hollering at the site, but just as many booed Dani for her ruthless and degrading assault on her unfortunate opponent. All the same, it didn't matter to her. What mattered was that she had put Ossi in her place, and she got to look downright marvelous doing it! With a huff, she turned to look off to the side as she crossed her arms, sitting atop Ossi's face like a queen on her throne or a proud general atop a steed.

If Ossi had trouble breathing before, it wouldn't get much better for her when Danielle clasped her legs around her waist, further squeezing the air out of her lungs. Ossi may have been struggling before, but she soon slumped to the ground underneath the redhead, the fight quite literally choked out of her. All Danielle had to do was to sit and lord over her lowly opponent, chuckling with glee. This was what she lived for.

However, she couldn't deny that she still had to get a submission from Ossi in order to win this fall, and to do that, the Syrian would need to be able to speak. Danielle loosened up on her grasp just to lift off of Ossi's mouth a little, clearing her airways. "Now...are you willing to admit to who the superior woman is? Or do I need to go at it longer? I have all day, after all..." Dani smirked at that last comment; she wanted Ossi to know she was powerless to resist.

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Ossi was almost unconscious, virtually turned into a throne by Danielle's dominating performance in the first round. She lay there, trapped against the ropes in a picture of defeat, acutely aware of how it looked to the fans. She'd come into this match desperate to remove the label of a jobber from her proud name, but so far that mission was failing badly!

The pressure on her face was eased slightly as Danielle shifted position, revealing the flushed, breathless features of the Syrian beauty, her dark hair disheveled from the treatment. Anger fizzed in her mind as Danielle demanded her submission, mocking her mercilessly from her position of power. But right now there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. If she refused, the smothers would simply continue.

"Nghh..." Ossi moaned weakly, eyes fluttering. "I submit... please... I submit..." Her cheeks blushed deeply at having to submit in the first fall, but she couldn't get out of Danielle's hold on her own. All she could do now was give up the first point and hope to regain her strength for the reset!

[CaptainL]

No sooner had the words left Ossi's mouth that Danielle, with a self-satisfied smirk on her face, brought her behind back down on her to muffle Ossi between her rear and the ropes. "Thank you, darling~" she taunted, leaning back against the ropes as she lounged on her throne, with her arms draped over the ropes behind her. She gave another squeeze to Ossi's sides for good measure, even if she may have already submitted; toying with her this way was just too enjoyable.

This was all working out perfectly. The match had barely even begun, and already Ossi was crumpling against Danielle's pushback, with the first fall being awarded to the ex-model in a matter of minutes. And in such a glorious fashion, too! As Danielle ground her hips back and forth to rub up closer still into her foe's face, she wondered how she was going to top this one. She still had four more of these to go, after all.

The referee presented her with the promised phone, which Dani accepted with a curt nod. Holding it high above her, she posed herself for the photo, brushing back her hair and making sure the camera got her good side. She snapped a few photos, comparing each one meticulously to ensure she had gotten it just right; this, of course, had the added effect of making the whole ordeal all the more agonizingly long for Ossi!

"Ah, Miss Degardin, I think it's time..." the ref warned her. Danielle, lost in her own thoughts, only sat there, fluffing her red tresses. "Not much longer, now, I only need to take one more...there, yes, that shall do!"

Passing the phone back, Danielle hopped down from her perch. After dusting herself off, she threw a kick behind her at Ossi's leg, looking to trip her up. "Well, you can stop lazing around now!"

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"No-MMPGHH!" Ossi whined as in response to her submission Danielle returned her rear to Ossi's face, smothering her again. The squeeze around her chest tightened again and Ossi could do nothing but endure it, whimpering faintly beneath the French model's ass.

For what seemed like forever Danielle took selfies, searching for the perfect angle to capture herself, and to capture the extent of Ossi's defeat. Trapped in the hot darkness of her foe's posterior, Ossi slid into a stupefied daze, out of breath and weak. Eventually the selfie was finished - 1-0 to Danielle - and her opponent at last rose from her position, allowing Ossi to gasp for air and disentangle herself from the ropes. She took a staggering step forward... only to fall foul of Danielle tossing a stray kick backwards into her path!

"Oofff!" Ossi blurted stupidly as she tripped over Danielle's deliberately trailing leg and crashed to the mats in an undignified heap. Smoldering with anger and humiliation she crawled away from the Frenchwoman towards her corner. Using the turnbuckle, the Syrian heiress heaved herself upright and slumped in the corner, chest heaving up and down as she tried to get all her breath back before the match restarted.

"You'll... pay for that," she threatened between breaths, though given her current conduct in the match it was unlikely that Danielle would be particularly concerned!

[CaptainL]

Danielle could hardly have thought of a more perfect way to begin her dominance of Ossi. Not only would such a move as this look spectacular, highlighting how thoroughly she had the Syrian under her sway, it would also surely cripple her efforts to resist for the rest of the match. With how long she had been pinned under her ass, Ossi would no doubt be weary and out of breath, and that would only make things easier for Dani to get the next four submissions she needed in. This would hardly be any effort at all!

Adding insult to injury simultaneously, Danielle threw a leg back at Ossi's shin as she walked away, knocking her footing out from under her and letting her collapse onto her face. While Ossi had to crawl hopelessly on all fours, barely able to rise on her own power, Danielle tossed back her hair and sauntered back to her corner with her hands on her hips as though she was walking the catwalk, her chin held high.

A few boos, predictably, resulted, scolding the redhead for her vanity and her ruthlessness, not to mention the disrespect she showed to her fallen opponent. But all she did was shoot back a scowl in their direction. "Oh, bah, cry all you want! You're nothing more than a bunch of illiterate philistines anyway! We all know all the women in the stands right now wish they were me, and all the men wish their women were me. Assuming, of course, you barbarians knew any woman idiotic enough to date you!"

Danielle was greeted by further boos, but turned around to Ossi with her arms crossed and a frown on her face. Her disgust soon abated when she realized her opponent had hardly recovered at all, and she surely held the advantage. She grinned smugly, her eyes narrowing toward Ossi. "Oh, will I? And tell me, how, exactly, do you plan to make that happen?"

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Ossi seethed impotently in the corner of the ring, breathing heavily as she tried regain both her breath and her composure after the disastrous first fall of the match. Smoothing down her luscious dark hair and adjusting her briefs and top back to their proper positions she tried to make herself presentable again.

There were portions of the crowd that seemed to disapprove of Danielle's unorthodox behavior, but that was little comfort for Ossi. Mixed with the boos were plenty of mocking jeers that highlighted just how much some of the fans enjoyed watching her capitulation. Cheeks flaming crimson she straightened up, glowering at her opponent. Danielle seemed unconcerned by the crowds reaction, and even more so when it came to the Syrian heiress. She dismissed Ossi's unconvincing bluster arrogantly, pricking the Arab beauty's pride.

"Oh, you'll find out, you disrespectful cur!" she hissed back, smoldering from Danielle's taunts. Goaded int a perhaps unwise action, with a wild yell, Ossi rushed across the ring, aiming to slam into Danielle with a shoulder barge, hoping to catch the French model off guard with some swift aggression.

[CaptainL]

Danielle stood back as she watched Ossi shake herself, crossing her arms as she looked on with a smug smile. It seemed the little stunt she'd pulled had taken a lot out of Ossi, and they were only a single fall in! If this kept up, she was sure this wouldn't be difficult at all. But she could enjoy every moment of it, especially when it got under Ossi's skin as much as it was now.

She ran her fingers through her hair, tossing it back over her shoulder, before she guided her hands down to rest on her hips, striking a pose in front of Ossi. Danielle loved this sort of attention, after all, and if it came from crushing a clearly and hopelessly inferior opponent under her feet, so much more the better. Even if these buffoons were booing her, Danielle could enjoy it all the same if she could look this fabulous in the process. She saw as Ossi was coming charging at her - but she already had a plan. Smirking wider, Dani took a step off to the side, clearing the way for Ossi to crash into the ropes! "Oops. Missed me," she teased.

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Incensed by Danielle's dismissive attitude and the fans jeering, Ossi's sudden rush was ill-advised as it gave plenty of time for her adversary to react. Nonetheless, she barreled forward, driven by frustration and the embarrassment that had already been visited upon her. She lowered her shoulder, eager to knock her smug foe square on her backside.

But it was not to be. Danielle had seen her coming a mile off, and in an effortless movement the model sidestepped at the last moment.

"Wha...!" Ossi blurted stupidly as Danielle effortlessly avoided her wild charge. She stumbled as she missed her move, only to go careering past the model and crash into the ropes. Bouncing off them, Ossi was sent tumbling back towards her opponent, off balance and at a supreme disadvantage already!