Ingrid Fuentes vs. Ossi Shamar

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As far as Ingrid was concerned, this fight was already over. Ossi hadn't been able to even begin a single attack, and Ingrid was dominating her every step of the way so far. In fact, the pink-haired woman thought she could end things right now, put a stop to this whole farce.

But that wouldn't have been any fun for her, now would it?

She sat up beside Ossi, turning to the fallen brunette with a dark look in her eyes. Turning towards her, she reached down and grabbed the Syrian by her hair, before moving up to her knees, jerking Ossi up into a sitting position in the process. Then, Ingrid moved behind her, lifting an arm to wrap it nice and tight around the other woman's neck, trying to work her into a simple, easy sleeper hold. It was nothing complicated, but it would be undeniably effective once it was locked in.

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"AGHH!" Ossi yelped as Ingrid took a handful of her hair, heaving the Syrian up into a sitting position from her place on the mats. Her limbs flailed around weakly in protest, before she felt Ingrid's arms wrap around her head from behind. Her eyes went wide in realisation.

"GNHG! NO-NNGHH!" Ossi blurted through gritted teeth as Ingrid squeezed the sleeper tight, locking the Syrian heiress effortlessly in place. She wriggled and writhed in her foe's grip, fingers clawing at Ingrid's arm, her legs slithering over the canvas searching for some kind of purchase. However, in her current state she lacked both the strength and the leverage to break free and the crowd were treated to the arrogant heiress choking for breath, her vision blurring under the impact of the sleeper hold...

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Ingrid made herself comfortable behind Ossi, sitting on the mat as she locked in her sleeper. She pushed close up against the girl from behind, her giant, full breasts squashing up against Ossi's back, rubbing against as the Syrian writhed in her grasp. She could feel the brunette's struggles, her helpless attempts to escaping, and she was loving it, loving the sensation of this helpless, pathetic nobody trying to break free of her simple hold. It would have been funny, if it wasn't so sad.

Feeling Ossi weakening in her grasp, Ingrid loosened the sleeper, just enough to allow the woman a tiny bit of breath. She didn't want her passing out just yet, of course, not until she had made a proper example of her. Keeping the hold locked in, the Latina leaned forward, her lips right beside of Ossi's ear as she whispered to her, her voice low and threatening, but still with a hint of a sultry tone to it.

"You don't think it's going to be this easy, do you...? I hope you don't think I'm done with you yet. Oh no, I plan on taking my time and destroying you tonight..."

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Ossi's eyes were beginning to roll, her vision swimming as the sleeper hold took effect on the hapless heiress, her conduct in the match so far having been nothing short of pathetic. She twitched weakly, gloved hands slithering over Ingrid's arms in protest but it was no use.

However, just before the arrogant Arab could be sent crashing into unconsciousness, the other woman eased up the hold, allowing Ossi to suck in a desperate breath. Her eyes flickered and she tried to focus, but despite the small respite Ingrid still held her tightly in the hold, allowing no escape. Then she felt her opponent's breath against her ear, the sultry tones prickling up Ossi's spine and her breath caught in her throat at Ingrid's declaration.

"N-no..." she blurted stupidly, legs sliding back and forth across the mat as once again her feeble struggles began anew. "You can't do this to me! Unhand me this instant!" As she spoke she renewed her pathetic attempts to claw at Ingrid's arm, wishing she could get free...

[Lunaspark]

Ingrid winced, just a little bit, as Ossi began clawing at her arm, her legs struggling against the mat as the pink-haired villainess held her close. In response to the woman's struggles, Ingrid simply smirked, and tightened her sleeper back up, once again cutting off the flow of air to Ossi's lungs.

"And why can't I do it to you...?" She continued, holding Ossi close, her body pressing up tightly against Ossi's own. "Why should I unhand you? Have you not realized that I am in total control of things here, and what you want doesn't matter...?"

She then fell silent again, remaining as such for a few long seconds, before speaking up once more, her voice still a quiet and sultry whisper, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of Ossi's ear. "Tell you what. If you can think of one, just one reason for me to let you go, I will. Just one good reason, alright? Otherwise..."

Her words trailed off, leading back to silence again. She didn't need to say anymore, right? She had a feeling the unspoken threat would be understood.

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Ossi let out a shrill growl of frustration as despite the loosening of the grip she was still woefully incapable of escaping Ingrid's clutches. The other woman pressed seductively against the Syrian's back, igniting a spark of unwelcome arousal in her as their bodies ground together. She jerked and bucked in Ingrid's grip to no avail, forced to listen to her foe's mocking words.

Suddenly Ingrid's voice changed, the other woman's breath tickling her ear as she spoke. Ossi froze, her breath hitching in her throat at the sultry tones of her enemy, her eyes wide. Then Ingrid delivered her shocking ultimatum. Indignant anger swelled in Ossi's chest at the sheer gall of this insufferable woman.

"Because..." Ossi blurted in disbelief. "Because I am an heiress! Of the House of Shamar! None may treat me in such a way. I demand you release me and show due respect to your betters!" Her voice climbed in pitch as she spoke, finishing in a shrill, petulant yell as she renewed her struggles, desperate not to capitulate to her dominating opponent.

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Ingrid went silent for a moment, letting Ossi's words sink in, thinking over them. This...this was a unique opportunity, and one that she decided she could have some fun with.

"An...heiress, you say...?" She whispered, her voice keeping that sultry, teasing sound. She pushed a little harder into Ossi's backside, sensing her growing arousal as she let her generous chest press closer into the girl from behind. "I've never heard of this House...Shamar, you said? But I'm assuming that by your attitude, your family is well off, lots of money in their accounts, I'd assume...?"

She gave her sleeper hold another tight squeeze, holding the struggling Ossi in her grip as she increased the power of her choke. She held it for a moment and then lightened up again, wanting to make sure the Syrian woman could answer her as she asked her next question.

"Then tell me...how much would you offer to me for me to let you go? In fact, let's take it a step further. How much would you be willing to give me from your family's coffers to throw this match...?"

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Ossi whined in protest as Ingrid continued pressing against her, thrusting against the trapped Syrian's back and pressing her chest against her. Her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment at how the match was going - the humiliation almost too much to bear.

Her eyes went wide as Ingrid spoke, detailing a devious plan that might actually give Ossi a win in the ring against the dominating Latina. But such a dishonourable scheme went against Ossi's noble bearing so thoroughly that she redoubled her efforts to escape, voice going shrill with anger and desperation.

"You think I would promise you one cent of our wealth!" she blurted, bucking her hips and kicking her legs as she tugged uselessly at Ingrid's grip. "A brute like you is unworthy of our gold! Take your peasant hands off of me." Unwise as the outburst might have been, Ossi's pride could not stand the woman's despicable proposal - paying for victories would be the ultimate dishonour were it ever to be discovered. She could not run that risk!

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Ossi struggled, but Ingrid held tight, refusing to fully release the sleeper hold, even as the Syrian wiggled in her hold. As Ossi bucked, Ingrid moved her body with her, keeping her held close. If the girl wanted to wear herself out, that was fine by Ingrid. It would just make her further humiliation even easier.

"Really...? Not even a single cent...?" Her arm began to tighten around Ossi's neck, just a little bit more, as a smirk played across her lips. "I'll tell you what. I'll start my offer low. A thousand US dollars from your family's coffers, and I'll throw the match. Just think about how big a win over me at this point in your career could be..."

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Try as she might, Ossi had no chance of escaping Ingrid's grip. The other woman clearly outmatched her in strength and skill, but the Syrian heiress maintained her struggles until she eventually sagged against Ingrid's body, her chest heaving as she tried to get breath into her lungs.

"N-no..." she panted as Ingrid repeated her offer, taking money to allow Ossi a victory. "I'd rather ... lose than sully ... my fortune with the ... likes of you." The words came in quick gasps as Ingrid's grip slowly tightened. Her legs slithered feebly over the canvas as he struggles instinctively continued, but Ossi was going nowhere. Her eyes began to flutter, her mouth lolling open as unconsciousness threatened to wash over her entirely.