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

[CaptainL]

At once, Ossi's proud defiance in the face of adversity seemed to melt away. Danielle had taken control yet again, and now she was more intent on maintaining it than ever before! Her face was twisted into a scowl, her teeth bared, as she let Ossi know exactly how much she despised her with every stomp that wracked her body. But hurting Ossi wasn't what Danielle was here for; she wanted to humiliate her. To crush and destroy her pride. It wasn't a matter of the match any more; this was personal!

In a quick motion, Dani dragged Ossi back to her feet, yanking her top clear from her body in the process. The Syrian shrunk back in shock, and a few cheers went out as her breasts were bared for all to see. The blush across her face testified that Danielle's plans were being set in motion. Ordinarily, indeed, the redhead would be content with what she had done. But Ossi was different. She was someone who deserved far more.

"Yes, that's right!" Dani shot back, the venom dripping from her words. As Ossi tried to reach for her top, Danielle went to crack it across her cheek like a whip. "Since you clearly don't have any other prospects, maybe THIS is what those hooligans really want to see!" Circling around behind Ossi while she was stunned, Danielle would then attempt to deliver a sole kick against the small of her back, looking to plant her face-first into the canvas.

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This couldn't happen. Not in this match against this despicable woman. Ossi could already see the unbearable match reports and the immortalised photographs of her downfall at Danielle's hands. Here she was, humiliated and half stripped by her insufferable foe, but too weak to do anything but mount token resistance. Why had she agreed to this match? It had started out as an attempt to shake off her mantle as a useless jobber, but now it looked like she would be doing nothing but compound that reputation! She reached out in desperation to try and regain her garment, and some semblance of pride along with it.

Ossi let out a gasp of shock as Danielle actually used her own top against her, lashing the fabric across her face in a stinging attack that sent her tottering backwards, clutching her cheek in disbelief. She couldn't believe what was happening to her, but it was happening no matter how she felt. And it was about to get worse as the Frenchwoman took advantage of Ossi's stunned, bewildered state, mocking her ferociously as she gave her withering assessment of Ossi's conduct in the match so far. Her opponent easily slipped around behind her and buried a kick into the small of her back.

"UNNGHHHH!" Ossi cried as she was pitched forward by the impact, her already unsteady legs giving way and sending the Syrian crashing face-first into the canvas. Cheeks burning with embarrassment and her exquisite bronze torso on display for all to see, all Ossi could do was try to drag herself feebly forward in a desperate attempt to escape from her tormentor, the fight all but knocked out of the once-proud heiress.

[CaptainL]

Indeed, any attempts Ossi had to retake her dignity would turn up hopeless by the time Danielle finished what she had in store. The ex-model was intent on making sure she wouldn't have any by the end of this! The sight of Ossi collapsing lifelessly to the ground made Danielle toss her head back with malevolent laughter, and as she kicked at her back, she sent her sprawling to the ground. Now, with Ossi crumpled at her feet, it was all the better for Danielle to stand tall and proud over her hapless opponent, soaking in the glory of her victory.

She was, of course, treated to a less-than-charitable reception, as many of the fans booed her ruthless treatment of Ossi. She shook her head to that with a scowl, directing her attention instead to the reactions she did enjoy - as, nearby, she heard a few cheers and whistles while camera flashes went off! The fact that these people were more eager to see Ossi stripped than they were voicing their favor of Danielle didn't seem to cross the redhead's mind, as her smirk grew wider. And, indeed, she was far from being done.

As Ossi tried to crawl away, Danielle simply brought her foot down harder against her back, bearing her weight forward to hold her in place. Grinning smugly, she pinned the heiress against the mat under the sole of her boot. "Oh, non, non," she teased. "I don't think we're done here!" Bending down, Danielle would next go after Ossi's gloves and boots, looking to pull them off her as well! She had no mercy or modesty she was willing to spare to her opponent!

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Ossi whined faintly as she lay face down at Danielle's feet, aching and humiliated with her bare torso on display for all to see. Her hands and feet slithered ineffectively over the canvas as she failed to even gather the strength to escape. The fans booed Danielle's display to an extent, but many others whistled, hooted and jeered at Ossi's predicament, her jobber status now confirmed in their eyes. Her cheeks flamed red with embarrassment, and she wanted nothing more than to escape her tormentor.

"Nooooo..." she whined piteously as Danielle's foot descended on her back, pinning her effortlessly in place and thwarting her pathetic attempt at escaping. She only managed a token wiggle of resistance, and soon her embarrassment was compounded even further. Her boots and gloves were easily peeled from her unresistant body, leaving the Syrian's wrestling gear strewn over the ring while Danielle resumed her dominant pose over the arrogant Arab.

With a gasp of dismay, Ossi went limp, stripped down to nothing but her flimsy lycra briefs, pinned beneath Danielle's boot. She had been utterly defeated and in the back of her mind she ached with the knowledge that there were still two more photos for her opponent to take. This catastrophe would be immortalized in the LAW record books.

"Please..." she mewled shamefully. "I submit... I can't take anymore... I submit, I submit..."

[CaptainL]

Already having stripped Ossi of her top, Danielle set right to work on divesting the girl of more of her attire. Her intentions were clear; as she pulled off her gear piece by piece, Dani was making off with what little dignity and respect Ossi still had to her name - and she was going slow enough to give her enough time to contemplate the fate about to befall her. She was saving her trunks for last, but she was grinning wide all the while. Danielle was practically counting down the moments to when the heiress would have to face the leering eyes of countless fans and cameras completely naked.

But her resolve had been broken so thoroughly, it didn't even take that long. The mere thought of being stripped for all to see was enough to push Ossi over the edge, as she cried out her surrender in a panic. Danielle hardly cared, though. All it meant was that she could strike fear into her foe's heart, and she found that a flattering thought. Still, she wasn't letting Ossi get off that easily.

"Ah, dear..." Shaking her head and speaking with the soft tones of mock sympathy, Dani bent down, kneeling over Ossi and pressing her knee against her spine. "I know you must be quite sick of this, but this is only fall number quatre, non? I don't think you're getting out that easily...and besides, I still have a picture to take, so let's see you strike a pose!~"

Keeping her knee on Ossi's back, Danielle bore down her weight, pushing into her, with one hand grabbing her hair. With a jerk, she pulled Ossi's head off the ground, looking to raise her higher and display her pained face and bare breasts to the crowd. At the same time, her other hand grabbed the leg hole of her trunks, as Danielle gave a tug to them, looking to pull them off the Arab's legs. Not only was she set to humiliate Ossi this way, with her knee acting as a fulcrum, she was bending Ossi in half at the same time!

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Ossi had held a glimmer of hope that the desperate, pathetic cry of submission might at least give her some respite from Danielle's awful treatment, but it became quickly apparent that no such break was coming. Flat on her front, she let out a faint whimper as she felt the pressure of her opponent's knee press against her spine, pinning her easily in place.

"Gnnghh...noooo!" she whined, fingers curling against the canvas in embarrassment.

But the worst was yet to come. With Danielle's knee pressing her to the mat, she let out a squeal as the woman grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head up off the canvas and displaying her for all to see. Her face was a mask of blushing humiliation, her mouth hanging slightly open and eyes screwed shut against the pain of the hairpull. Her hands remained limp on the mat, but the raising of her head also forced her upper body up to show off her perfectly rounded breasts for the fans. Hoots and whistles and jeers greeted the display as the Syrian heiress was shown off by her conqueror.

The final humiliation came when, while bending Ossi painfully backwards against her knee, Danielle finally whipped the wrestling briefs from Ossi's body, relieving her of the last piece of her attire. Ossi let out a squeak of dismay, now stark naked and trapped in Danielle's clutches with no option but to wait for the former model to take her photo shoot and seal the fourth fall...

[CaptainL]

While Ossi might have been frozen in fear, Danielle was beaming her proudest grin as she looked off toward the stands. This was where she truly thrived - humiliating and crushing her opponents beneath her, and showing them their place! The hold she had Ossi in was perfect. It was painful. It kept her still. And it showed off her body for all to see, as she wrenched her head up with one hand and her legs with the other, giving everyone a perfect vantage point for her shame. It was the most fitting fate Dani could think of for such a usurper, and she was sure Ossi would remember this for a long, long time. Even better was the fact that she was going to have the perfect photo record to look back on this fondly.

Adjusting Ossi's legs so that they were bent behind her and securing her opponent's ankle between her legs, Danielle straightened herself and flicked back her hair. Now with one hand free while the other held Ossi's hair, she could accept the phone from the referee, holding it high above her to get the perfect shot that would display both her triumphant grin and Ossi's humbled visage. It would seem like an agonizing eternity to the Arab as Dani took a few photos, taking the time with each to get it posed just right and prolonging Ossi's suffering in the process. Eventually, though, she let go, allowing Ossi to fall flat on her face as she stepped off.

"That should do," Danielle muttered, taking a step aside Ossi as she lay flat on her stomach. However, Danielle didn't let go of the cell phone in her hands. A wicked grin was coming to her face, as she thought about all she could do with it once Ossi noticed it hadn't left the redhead's grasp!

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Ossi whimpered faintly as Danielle took her time folding the Syrian's naked body into place for the perfect photo, bending her in half with her head and legs both held up, showing off her luscious body for the rabble of the LAW fans. She could do nothing but endure the humiliation as Danielle dragged the experience out, taking several photos before eventually rising, letting the defeated Arab flop face down onto the canvas.

Eventually Ossi dragged herself upright, an utterly pathetic picture now in the eyes of the LAW fans. She had started with such assured confidence, determined to shed the threat of being called a jobber, and now here she was, 4-0 down, stripped naked and with her wrestling attire strewn all over the ring. It was nothing short of catastrophic. She glowered at her opponent, her nemesis, her enemy. Ossi would never forget the treatment she'd received at the hands of the Frenchwoman.

Then she realised that Danielle still had the phone in her hands. Ossi's eyes widened. She looked pleadingly to the referee but the woman showed no indication that she wanted to get involved. Winning the match was no longer a thought that crossed the Syrian's mind, she just needed to stop this seemingly never-ending embarrassment. She looked back to Danielle.

"You... you can't keep that," she whined stepping forward, one hand trying and failing to cover up her exposed breasts. "Give it back to the referee this instant. It's against the rules!" Her petulant demands fell on deaf ears, and she made a desperate, clumsy lunge for the phone to try and prevent Danielle from doing any more damage to her already devastated reputation!

[CaptainL]

Earlier in the match, Danielle might have made the effort to look superior. Now, though, that work was done for her. With her having soundly squashed Ossi in a number of humiliating defeats for the Syrian girl, and remaining proud and smug while her opponent had been stripped and stooped low before her, one only needed to see a single screencap of the match to know who was winning. Not even the boos from the crowd could stop Danielle now, as a sly smile turned up the corners of her lips while she stood before Ossi. She was on a roll, and she knew it, as she stood back her arms folded. She barely had to do anything any more to crush the spirits of her opponent, whose every passing moment had become a lesson in humility.

It wasn't long before the heiress noticed that Danielle still clutched the phone - and with this realization came an even bigger grin. Danielle knew exactly how she could make Ossi do whatever she wanted, and what she wanted was to ensure she would never think to challenge her again. "Oh, is that so? Who left you in charge of enforcing the rules?" Danielle taunted mockingly. "I can't imagine they would give such a position to someone so...unworthy." Then, as Ossi tried to reach for the phone, Danielle simply stepped back and held it higher over her head and out of the Syrian's reach; with how Ossi was preoccupied with trying to cover her shame, Danielle had little trouble keeping up, her foe's clumsy motions hardly bothering her. "I'm sorry, you'll have to try harder than that!~"

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Danielle's smile cut right to Ossi's soul, the Syrian still trying to wrap her head around how this match had become such an unmitigated disaster. She'd lost before - plenty of times in fact - but this utter thrashing at the hands of the former model was even worse than the others. What she'd hoped would turn into a comeback was in fact the polar opposite. She grabbed at the phone, but Danielle effortlessly stepped away, holding it high out of Ossi's reach.

Her blushes deepened as Danielle mocked her unworthiness, her taunts stinging what remained of Ossi's pride. She looked around, seeing cameras flickering and flashing as her capitulation to the Frenchwoman was immortalised by the onlookers. Whistles and jeers filled her ears and she couldn't take in any more. She looked back at Danielle, her gaze a smoldering glare.

"You... you... RAAHHH!"

With a shrill cry of impotent anger, Ossi hurled herself recklessly forward. Abandoning all attempts to cover her modesty, she instead tried to tackle Danielle to the canvas, desperate to get the phone from her opponent before the fifth and final dreaded photograph could be taken!