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

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Grinning smugly, Danielle leaned back, chuckling softly to herself. She wasn't even trying to wrestle Ossi any more - now she was just standing there and gloating, letting the Syrian do the rest of the work in making a spectacle of herself in front of countless leering eyes. Her tactics seemed more at home coming from a schoolyard bully than a competitive athlete, as she held the phone just tantalizingly out of reach from her opponent, and yet, from the anger rising in Ossi's voice, it was just as effective when it came to getting under her skin.

"Yes, dear? You're going to have to speak up, I can barely hear a word you're saying," Danielle taunted. Grinning wider, she held the phone up higher over her head, forcing Ossi to stretch even further. Danielle knew full well that in reaching for the phone, Ossi was only giving the cameras a wider view of her naked body, and the ex-model was all the more eager to further humiliate her in front of a captive audience. She leaned back, forcing Ossi to stretch even further still.

Eventually, the humiliation grew so strong Ossi simply couldn't bear it any more. She lunged forward, poised to tackle Danielle - but little did she know, that was the precise moment the redhead had been waiting for. Just then, as she came near, Dani brought the phone down in an arc, looking to smack it straight across Ossi's forehead. "Tsk! I think not!"

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Ossi couldn't bare the insufferable Frenchwoman any longer. She wanted out of this ring, but not before thwarting the last humiliation the woman hoped to visit upon her. She leapt at Danielle, trying to tackle her, but the other wrestler was more than ready.

"UNGHH!" Ossi squealed as Danielle brought the phone down to smack the naked Syrian contemptibly across the head. The simple blow stopped Ossi's charge in its tracks, sending her staggering backwards, clutching her forehead with both hands as the crowd mocked her. Cat calls, laughter and jeering whistles filled her ears, bringing fresh blushes of embarrassment to the once prideful heiress.

That only piled fresh anger into the arrogant Arab, thoughts of the real wrestling match now thrown from her mind in favour of the rage she felt at how Danielle had dismantled her so effortlessly. It couldn't be allowed! This was an affront to her natural status! With shrill howl she lunged forward again, her tired, sore frame launching her unsteadily forth to once again try to grab at the phone held tantalizingly out of reach.

[CaptainL]

With a swing of the phone, Ossi's charge was intercepted, and she went stumbling back. Danielle chuckled to herself, placing her other hand on her hip as she looked down on the scene. If it was that easy to knock the wind out of her sails, she thought, this would be all too easy. "What's the matter, looking for this?" she taunted, holding the phone up with her other hand. "Come, now, it's right here. You can come get it any time!"

Dani didn't even need to move from where she stood. She knew Ossi would be quick to charge her once again, and she knew just where to strike to halt her in her tracks! As Ossi rushed in closer, Danielle swung up with her knee, aiming a blow to her stomach. She tossed back her hair, giving the Syrian a knowing, mocking smirk. Not only was Ossi so thoroughly and hopelessly bested, but she had no hopes of victory when she could this easily be pushed around by a glorified human turret. Even her attempts to resist were only being used against her!

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Ossi lunged forward again, dazed, weak and angry but with just enough pride left to try and stop this despicable turn of events. However, Danielle had other ideas. This time when she threw herself forward she walked straight into her opponent's counter, Danielle's knee thudding up into her stomach and instantly knocking the wind from the Syrian heiress.

"UNNNGHHH!" she blurted shrilly, clutching at her stomach, tottering unsteadily. Then her already weak legs gave out again and she collapsed in a naked heap at the Frenchwoman's feet, wheezing for breath.

She wanted to fight... wanted to put a stop to this but she no longer had the strength or the will. Crimson with embarrassment she could do nothing but lie beneath Danielle, her naked body heaving as she tried to get her breath back, a truly pitiful shadow of the proud, arrogant heiress that had entered this ring not so long ago!

[CaptainL]

"Pathetic." That was all Danielle could say with a toss of her head, clicking her tongue dismissively toward Ossi as she watched her collapse on the mat below her. After a long and unpleasant bout, the Syrian simply didn't have the stamina left in her to defend herself against Danielle, who, by contrast, no longer seemed to need to exert any effort at all to crush Ossi beneath her feet. The match had ended a long time ago. Danielle had won. All that was happening now was merely a formality.

Soon enough, the redhead would toss down the phone before she slowly sauntered toward Ossi, closing in with a malicious smirk on her face. "I suppose after all I've put you through, I could at least help you back to your feet," she teased - though it would hardly be the most pleasant of aid. Bending down, Danielle grabbed a fistful of Ossi's hair, wrapping the dark tresses around her fingers as she dragged her painfully back up to her feet. With her other hand, Danielle grabbed for Ossi's wrist, going to bend her arm behind her back to restrain her as well as preventing her from covering her shame. For a moment, she would stand tall, holding Ossi still and displaying her opponent's naked form to the cheers and flashes of cameras. Then, jerking herself to the side, Danielle let her go, whipping the defeated heiress straight into the corner!

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Ossi heard the one word that Danielle chose to describe her performance, and right now lying in a naked, defeated heap at the former model's feet she was hardly in a position to disagree. All she could manage was a faint moan of dismay, sagging limp against the canvas with every camera in the arena trained on her to capture the catastrophic defeat.

"Aaghh!" Ossi squeaked in pain as Danielle wrenched her to her feet by a fistful of hair, the heiress tottering unsteadily, only able to remain upright because of the grip of her foe. She made a clumsy attempt to cover up her breasts, only for Danielle to wrench her arm around behind her back, pinning it there and putting her trophy on display for the arena. Ossi did not fight it. Capitulating utterly she hung there in Danielle's grip mewling weakly as the fans drank their fill of her magnificent bronze body.

"Please... no more... I submit... I cannot-," Ossi's blubbering, shameful submission was interrupted when Danielle whipped the powerless Arab beauty into the far corner, not quite finished with her yet it seemed. She crashed into the turnbuckle with a faint cry before slumping in place, arms hooked over the top ropes the only thing keeping her from collapsing into a sitting position.

[CaptainL]

As Danielle dragged Ossi back to her feet, she made little attempt to fight it. If Ossi had her way, she would've accepted losing a few falls earlier, back when she still had the chance to escape with her dignity intact. Even if she couldn't win, it would have been preferable to this. But that wouldn't be good enough for Danielle. She didn't want Ossi to merely lose. She wanted her to be broken of all the pride and hope she had, so that there would never be a question in anyone's mind who would rightfully reign superior.

Once again, Ossi begged for mercy, but the redhead wasn't interested. She tuned out everything she had to say, as she lifted Ossi higher, displaying her for the jeers and camera flashes of the crowd to take in. But then, she turned and threw Ossi into the corner, letting her slump against the ropes. Slowly and casually, Dani sauntered toward Ossi with a swing in her hips and a smug grin on her face. She felt powerful, and she wanted to let that feeling sink in, to bask in this glory for as long as she could.

"Ahh, mon chere, I think you misunderstand...I haven't even gotten a good photo op with you yet. And I want to make it just right. You should be lucky I know just the thing...heh heh..." Unable to hold back the urge to giggle maniacally at the thought of what she was about to do, Danielle picked up Ossi again, snaking her arm between her bare and shapely legs. She turned her over so that her head would be pointed straight down, hanging her upside down before dropping her onto the turnbuckle to leave her dangling against the ropes in a Tree of Woe!

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Ossi let out a faint squeak of dismay as her attempts at submission only served to embolden Danielle, the woman putting her higher onto her tiptoes to give the fans the best few of her naked, trembling body. Then she was tossed unceremoniously into the corner by her nemesis, hanging there helplessly.

She could only managed a coo of protest as Danielle mocked her, the Frenchwoman's sultry tone cutting through the tattered remnants of Ossi's pride. She hung there, unable to do anything but await her fate.

And it wasn't long in coming. She struggled feebly for an instant as Danielle pulled her from the corner only to scoop the defeated heiress up and hang her upside down in the corner, legs hooked over the top ropes and the rest of her on display hanging down in the Tree of Woe position. Ossi let out a faint sob of embarrassment as she went limp, closing her eyes and trying to turn her head away from Danielle as her shapely body was put on display for all to see, her most devastating defeat captured forever by the cameras...

[CaptainL]

Danielle's dominance over Ossi was nearly complete. She had beaten her, forced her into countless shameful positions, stripped her completely naked in front of everyone, and now, hung her upside down from the turnbuckles after she was powerless to do anything to stop her. All the while, Danielle had captured each stage of her agony, in the same shot she let herself pose triumphantly atop her. All that was left was one last word of submission, to at last bring the match to a close.

But it still wasn't good enough that Ossi was resisting. Dani saw her turn her head away, too embarrassed to make eye contact with Danielle or anyone else for that matter, and that simply wouldn't do. She couldn't let the Syrian get away with curtly accepting her defeat, she wanted her to sing it from the rooftops! Bending down lower, Danielle pinched Ossi's face between her fingers, grasping her cheeks. She pulled her head back to lock eyes with her, showing her a malicious grin. "No, no...you should smile for the camera. It's the most attention you'll ever get, after all~" Leaving her backhanded insult to sink in, Danielle pinched tighter at Ossi's cheeks before she let her go, rising to her full height and holding her hand out to accept the camera from the referee. Her fingers wrapped around the shell of the device as she looked down on her foe with a grin. "Now, then, will you be a good girl? Or will I have to...take other measures?"

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Ossi tried to look away, tried not to be involved in this last embarrassment, but her foe was having none of it. Danielle reached down, grabbing the defeated heiress's face and turning her back into the light, forcing her to face her shame. She opened her eyes, looking at the former model's sneering features, helpless to do anything but endure it. Her cheeks flushed as Danielle continued to mock her, but if this match had proved one thing, it was that Ossi was no match for the French woman, and in her current state was in no position to refute any of the insults raining down upon her.

"Nghh..." Ossi groaned weakly. "Yes... yes I submit. Please... just end this. I submit, I submit..." she repeated, her voice little more than a shameful whimper now as she accepted the magnitude of her crushing defeat. She forced herself to look at the camera, shame burning through every inch of her as she waited for the final, humiliating photo to be take to capture her loss at Danielle's hands...