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

[CaptainL]

All Danielle could do was laugh. No matter how much Ossi tried to resist, she was powerless to get the model to so much as budge. In some ways, this was better than a regular match. If it weren't for the stipulations at play, this would already be over. But when things were only to end when Ossi submitted, Danielle had as long as she wished to keep her position on top of her rival. She reveled in her dominance. To cut the fun short would practically be a crime.

"Oh, yes, I think I can!" Danielle snapped back. Seeing how much Ossi was enjoying the sensation of her body grinding against hers, no doubt reminding her of all the ways she couldn't hope to compare to the redhead, she kept it up, leaning in a little further down to bring more weight and pressure against the heiress. As she came to Ossi's chest, she wiggled her hips, keeping her flattened against the canvas. Her grin didn't stray from her face. This was all too perfect. "Having fun down there, are we? Hmm?"

Though it pleased Danielle to have Ossi silenced, she knew she could go one better. She crept just a little bit further, this time resting on top of the Syrian's sternum and shoulders, while her hands pinned down her wrists. With her behind precariously close to Ossi's face, Danielle had come to rest in position for a schoolgirl pin, not that it would bring any relief to Ossi's suffering!

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It was just intolerable. Ossi couldn't contain a shameful moan as Danielle continued to grind against her, pressing the helpless Syrian flat against the canvas with effortless ease. The jeers, hoots and whistles from the crowd stung her ears, but she could to little more than twitch and gasp under Danielle's treatment. Her breath hitched in her throat as their bodies ground together, her hands clenching and unclenching uselessly as Danielle held her wrists against the mats.

Slowly but surely the former model worked her way up Ossi's body before settling into a schoolgirl pin, her nethers just inches from Ossi's face. The arrogant Arab could only stare wide eyed for a moment, the weight on her chest ensuring she would not be escaping any time soon. There was nothing she could do and the heiress knew it.

"Hnnnhhhh! Alright, I submit!" she blurted shrilly. "I submit, I submit, I SUBMIT! Just let me out of this!" Her cheeks blazed with humiliation as she was forced to stare up at Danielle's insufferable expression of superiority, having to submit to a move that wasn't even a real submission. She was just trapped, with no prospect of escape. With her admission made, Ossi lay glowering up at the former model, waiting grimly for the next embarrassing selfie that would soon be coming.

[CaptainL]

The screams and groans and the helpless pleas coming from Ossi were music to Danielle's ears, as the redhead's grin spread wide. She knew there was no way that Ossi could get out of this - and the manner in which she had her held down made it all the sweeter. Not only had she completely crushed the Syrian beneath her, Danielle had done so in such a cruel and undignified manner that her pride was hurting as much as her body. But things were different for Danielle. She was in control. She was powerful. She was enjoying the moment of her triumph - and, as the referee stepped closer to present her with the phone, Dani knew it would be immortalized, and there would always be proof that she was superior in all regards.

She also had to appreciate how desperate Ossi's cries were growing. It seemed that for each fall the heiress lost, her responses were only getting less and less dignified - and they were only at the halfway point. Danielle didn't know how much lower she could go, but she was eagerly awaiting when she'd find out. But the desperation in Ossi's voice gave her an idea, too, as Dani began to hold the phone overhead.

"Oh, there's no need to worry," Danielle said. "I'll let you go...when I'm ready to!" Now, intent on dragging out Ossi's torment, Danielle made sure to take as agonizingly long as possible in setting up the shot. She shuffled her position around, rocking her hips back and forth on Ossi. She tilted the phone and switched around the angle. She brushed a few stray hairs off her brow. "Hmmm, hm. Noooow, what do I want?~"

The crowd knew what she was doing, of course, and they booed her accordingly. But why should she care about a bunch of imbeciles?

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She thought the submission was bad enough, but her tormentor was clearly intent on extracting every second of embarrassment from this endeavor. Ossi squirmed and gasped as Danielle took her time, deliberately shifting and shuffling around on Ossi but keeping her torso pinned flat to the canvas.

Trapped and having given her submission already, Ossi had little choice but to endure it, glowering up at the camera, and the woman holding it. Her cheeks flushed crimson with anger and embarrassment. For what seemed like forever the former model fussed and posed, taking as long as she possibly could to secure the 3rd fall of the match, until eventually Ossi could take it no longer.

"You'll pay for this," Ossi hissed through gritted teeth as Danielle continued to draw out the humiliating pose the Syrian was currently trapped in. "I swear it. You won't get away with this you... you bitch!" Normally Ossi wouldn't have resorted to such coarse language, but Danielle's treatment was breaking down her barriers in more ways than one. She spat the last word out furiously, heedless of the consequences she was likely to incur as a result!

[CaptainL]

No matter how much Ossi struggled beneath her opponent, no matter how hard she tried to fight against her inglorious fate, all her attempts would only achieve one thing - and it was fueling the smug smirk upon Danielle's face, as she took pride in knowing just how miserable she was capable of making her foe. It was a game she couldn't lose. No matter what Ossi did, the fight she put up would only prove she wasn't enjoying such a predicament. To Danielle, that was fine. She didn't want her enjoying it either, so if she wasn't, it just meant she was successful. But then again, was there ever a time Danielle Degardin wasn't successful?

A few times, Danielle had to pause, wondering if she had ruined the shot with how much she was smiling, and if she had come off looking like an idiot. But she shrugged and kept going nonetheless, and at long last she settled on a satisfactory setup - though whether she was truly happy with the composition or if she had simply grown bored of tormening Ossi was anyone's guess; in truth, it was probably both. But she took the photo, passing the phone back over as she got up from Ossi and stepped aside. Her stance showed her pride and haughtiness, her hands resting on her hips as she turned around to face Ossi again.

"Well, you are going to get up, aren't you?" Danielle jeered. No matter how harsh Ossi's taunts had become, the Frenchwoman was still sure she wouldn't deliver on them with the way her luck was going. "We do have a match to get underway. And you do still have a chance of winning." She grinned to Ossi - while she, of course, would never believe such a thing, she wanted to see how the Arab girl might react if she dangled that carrot in front of her.

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3-0. Now things were getting dire. Until this point Ossi's sheer arrogance and confidence had sustained her through the worst of what Danielle had visited upon her, but now things were getting out of hand. She needed to get back into the match quickly, for her own pride if nothing else. At last Danielle seemed to tire of her preening and taking selfies of the trapped Syrian, standing up and leaving Ossi panting on the mats, her cheeks crimson with embarrassment.

She lay there for a moment, simply wallowing in the disaster the match had turned into so far before Danielle's latest barb cut through her self pity, pricking the Syrian's pride with ease.

Eventually the Arab beauty rolled onto her front and crawled to her corner, using the turnbuckle to pull herself into a standing position before slumping in the corner, glowering at Danielle.

"Go ahead and laugh you sycophant," she hissed in fury. "When I am finished with you, you'll wish you'd never entered this ring. The House of Shamar will not stand for your insults." Nodding to herself and drawing confidence from her proud perfect lineage, Ossi steeled her body and advanced from the corner again, arms raised to meet Danielle for the fourth round!

[CaptainL]

Right now, Ossi wasn't doing anything, but Danielle knew it was only a matter of time before her fury erupted. When that happened, the Frenchwoman thought, it would surely be a sight to see - and she grinned wider, eagerly anticipating the spectacle. She knew Ossi would be infuriated, and in losing her composure she would only concede yet another advantage to the redhead who was currently quite content in her superiority.

She watched as Ossi pushed herself back up, staggering to her corner with so agonizing an effort that Dani had to chuckle just seeing it. She'd done a number on Ossi, she could tell, and cutting low a rival was always a point of pride. Meanwhile, she simply basked in her own triumphant glory, leaning back against the ropes with her chin up and her arms folded. Soon, though, Ossi snapped. When that moment at last came, it didn't disappoint.

"Oh, is that so? I see we have a sharp tongue now..." Danielle narrowed her eyes, watching as Ossi came in closer with her arms raised. "Pity that won't be enough." A simple counter wouldn't be enough for Dani at this point; she wanted her next strike to be so spectacular and so devastating that everyone would know Ossi was hopeless. She straightened herself from the ropes, stepping toward Ossi, and suddenly threw up her foot with an axe kick aimed at the Syrian's jaw, her slender leg striking with ballerina-like grace - and aimed right at her skull!

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Ossi advanced, her arrogant confidence flooding back with every step towards the simpering Frenchwoman. Yes things looked bad but there was still time. She could still fight her way back into the match. In some ways this would be even better. She imagined the look on Danielle's smug face when she overcame the odds, coming back to win despite her deficit. That was even more impressive, wasn't it? To come from behind like this and turn the tables? Yes, that was what would be remembered about this match. All her failures thus far could be washed away by turning things around now - a dramatic come back to silence the braying fools in the stands and wipe the smug expression from the face of her impudent adversary.

Ossi was still thinking those appealing thoughts when Danielle's spinning kick crashing into her jaw.

"UNNGHH!" she blurted in shock and pain as the blow scattered her thoughts to the wind, taking her totally off guard. The Syrian heiress spun in a full three-sixty under the tremendous impact, stars swimming in her head. She tottered unsteadily for a moment before crumpling to the canvas flat on her back.

Just like that, she was down again. With a moan she clutched at her jaw where Danielle's blow had struck, screwing her eyes shut against the pain, trying to formulate a coherent thought. One thing was for certain, any hopes she'd had of a heroic comeback were quickly fading as yet again she lay helpless at the feet of the former model, being outsmarted and out wrestled at every turn in front of the jeering fans...

[CaptainL]

Danielle wasn't exactly a very good wrestler. She'd bribed her way through training and drew on her connections as much as she could, seeing such things as hard work and commitment as beneath her. Why bother when she already had all the greatness one could want? Besides, she had her good looks to fall back on, and they had never failed to get her ahead so far.

But that didn't mean Dani didn't have the odd moment where she could pull off something uncharacteristically effective. She would never admit she ever needed to train or take advice from others, but she would have to concede to cribbing a few techniques here and there. And when that happened, she always found it truly impressive, taken down from her arrogant sense of self-importance for long enough to be amazed she was capable of such a thing.

That was what was happening now.

The redhead's eyes widened as she looked up to see Ossi spinning on her foot off the momentum of her kick. The two motions complemented one another in such a fine and elegant display that it could pass for a well-choreographed dance if it wasn't so devastating. She let out a gasp, however slight. Did she really do that? A good portion of the audience, who were unused to such things from Danielle, had to share in her astonishment.

But Dani soon shook her head. She couldn't just stand around there gaping. It wouldn't be a flattering look on any closeups, and it would be bad for her image if she came off as anything but fully smug and superior. Soon, that gasp gave way to a smirk as she folded her arms, stalking closer to Ossi. She looked down at her with a grin. Every step Danielle took was drawn-out, agonizingly slow. Just to remind the Syrian of how much time she would have to react, or to counter, if only she had the physical stamina to do so.

"Well, well," she taunted, standing by Ossi's side. "Perhaps that should be 4-0, now? I do believe this should count as a humiliation. You have to be truly, embarrassingly, hopeless to find yourself on your back so soon again. Don't you?"

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Ossi lay at Danielle's feet, painting a miserable picture after being knocked down yet again by her insufferable foe. Her head ached from the impact, her body sore and her endurance beginning to ebb away. This couldn't be happening to her, being consigned to such a humiliating failure against this woman. She gritted her teeth as she listened to Danielle's incessant mocking, knowing she had to do something to regain her pride. She could not let this horrible individual defeat her! Not like this!

"Silence!" she commanded, voice shrill with pain and frustration. "I... you... this is not over!" The taunts that wanted to jump off her tongue faded into the feeble statement as her mind was filled with the embarrassing memories of the match so far. She'd been utterly outwrestled and outmatched every step of the way - it was unbearable. Worse still, this dismal performance would only serve as fuel for the horrendous rumor that the Syrian Heiress was nothing more than a jobber!

Groaning she rolled onto all fours, trying to push up onto her knees, acutely aware of Danielle watching her every inch of the way. Hoping to take some small advantage of Danielle's overconfidence and at least making it back to her feet before the Frenchwoman saw fit to take advantage of Ossi's weakened state.