PPV Opener - Loser Championship Match: Holly Matheson(c) vs Suzume Sheska - Photoshoot Match

[Luncha_Libre]

Hitting the mat, Holly writhed in pain. Her eyes shot open, and she started to roll onto her belly. Boobs squished against the mat, the British Bombshell tried to drag herself away from Suzume, all the while trying to figure out how the hell she just got dumped flat on her ass by the tiny lightweight!

Holly wouldn’t have much time to think about it, however, as Suzume got up first and took her by the hair. “W-wait, no!” Holly cried out, as her head got yanked between Suzume’s thighs. “Nooo!” Holly wailed, feeling her opponent’s toned legs clamp down around her neck and pour the pressure on. It was a simple hold, but effective, cutting the Brit’s air off and keeping her firmly under the ‘challenger’s’ control!

“Nnngh! Nnah! AAH!” Holly grunted and groaned as she flopped around in Suzume’s head scissor. The Brit’s face went red as she struggled, her arms flailing uselessly as she tried to thrust and buck her way free. Holly’s legs kicked up a few times, hitting nothing before flopping back to the mat. The Loser’s Champion was firmly under control, now, without a chance of breaking free. Worse, her accidental, pitiful moans escaping her throat meant she was starting to lose air, Suzume constricting her too tightly to allow her to fully breathe back in.

“Uuughnnn, l-let … go …” Holly whined, pouting. Face reddening, some drool escaping her lower lip, the Brit stared out at the arena. How did this happen to her? How did this always happen? She was in control a moment ago, wasn’t she? How was this tiny woman suddenly throttling her?

[Noob]

The suplex had taken a lot out of Suzume who despite her rather advantageous position still felt a bit shaky. She had chosen this particular hold as it didn't take much energy to maintain which was great for the panting lightweight. While she could feel her opponent flailing around in a desperate bid to escape, it wasn't particularly hard for Suzume to keep her grip on them. She just continued squeezing her soft thighs tighter and tighter around Holly's neck, turning slightly to follow their movements and then shifting her weight back to keep the struggling Loser's Champ in place.

It felt good to be in control. Suzume could certainly get used to this. She looked down and couldn't help but smile as she saw the look of pure desperation on Holly's face. Was this what it was like to finally put someone in their place? "Eh? Let go?" Suzume asked. She would briefly loosen her grip on Holly before suddenly squeezing the poor woman with all the might she could muster. "No! Give up and I MIGHT!" The lightweight huffed. She wasn't in a particularly forgiving mood after what Holly had put her through.

"Oh! And apologize for the book store too!" Suzume added, now making more demands of her opponent as she continued squeezing the life out of them. She wasn't sure which she would prefer, having Holly apologize or having the satisfaction of knocking her opponent out. Either way was more than fine though. The choice wasn't Suzume's anyway. "Also for that previous fall!" Suzume continued to add. This time she'd reach forward and give Holly a few smacks to her head.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Ngh, noo …” Holly moaned, as she kicked and thrashed between Suzume’s grip. Holly had one moment of domination, one time she managed to get one over on another girl, and Suzume wanted her to apologize for it? Seriously? Holly’s face grew red in irritation … as well as from a lack of oxygen, but also the indignity.

“Nnngh!” The British Bombshell gasped and groaned as she tried to pry Suzume’s legs from around her throat. Of course, with no leverage and her pitiful upper body strength, Holly wasn’t set to make much headway, there. Her chest heaved as she rolled onto her back, staring up at the lights and trying to think of a way out that didn’t involve giving Suzume another point toward victory. How many did she have, Holly wondered? It was getting harder and harder to think.

“N-no …” Holly whined again, this time reaching for the sky. “W-won’t … say it …” The Brit wasn’t finding an exit, however, and her body started to feel heavy. The outstretched arm quivered, then flopped to the mat. Holly’s eyes were wide, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks as she realized how bad this could get, if Suzume kept cutting her air off. Another point for her opponent was bad, but if Holly passed out now, could she even recover? She imagined Suzume playing easily with her ragdolled body, rolling her around, playing with her, humiliating her and sending her home again with the Loser’s Championship …

With what little strength she could muster, Holly started tapping the mat. She bit her lip, still refusing to satisfy Suzume’s demands, trying to keep some dignity, but she had to admit the girl had her beat. Again. Holly slapped the mat with her whole hand, limp buxom body bouncing with the effort as she looked pleadingly at the ref to acknowledge the fall and force Suzume to break the hold!

[Noob]

Less and less resistance was coming from Holly as the seconds passed. The woman would of course make a few more token attempts at escape but it seemed Suzume really did have her beat for now. As her opponent reached up Suzume would grab their hand and push it back down to her side. She wasn't about to let them get any form of relief until she got what she wanted. The lightweight bit her lip as she focused on securing the hold for a few moments longer. That was plenty to do Holly in. Despite a few more protests the current "champ" would quickly fall limp between Suzume's legs.

Finally Holly gave in and slapped the mat. The referee was quickly there to make Suzume reluctantly release the hold. For once she had been enjoying herself during a match. After the fall though the brunette was basking in the cheers from the crowd. Suzume would shove Holly onto their stomach before rising up to her knees. She wasn't one with Holly just yet. After all she had a photo op coming up that she just couldn't miss. Of course she still had to think of a good pose.

After catching her breath Suzume grabbed Holly's shoulders and pulled her closer. She had the perfect idea. This one was definitely going to be going on her official page. She quickly pulled Holly into a seated position and sat behind the woman. Wasting no time Suzume would wrap one arm around her neck, squeezing slightly while her legs snaked around Holly's to try and stretch the poor woman out. Suzume was all smiles as she saw the sudden flashes of light from all the cameras in the crowd. She made sure to constrict her arm around Holly a bit just to make sure she had an extra miserable expression. Meanwhile the lightweight just stuck her free hand out to flash a peace sign to the crowd. "Victory for Suzume!"

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Holly grimaced miserably as she tapped out again, red-faced with her cheeks puffed out. Her face wet with tears, barely able to keep her eyes open, the British Bombshell told herself it was another strategic retreat. Suzume hadn’t beaten her yet, not officially. This match wasn’t over, and she still had plenty of time to come back from this. She just needed a chance.

Holly gasped when Suzume finally released her, her generous bust heaving as she took deep, gasping breaths of air. Trying to roll over to her side, Holly panted, hand over her heart, mouth wide open. “AH!” Holly cried out as Suzume shoved her, flopping her onto her belly.

“N-no, wait! Please!” Holly begged, thinking that Suzume was already moving into the next round. Her body was putty in the lightweight’s hands, however, still struggling to breathe as Suzume wrapped an arm around Holly’s neck, and her legs scissored her waist once again. The Brit was bent and squeezed, bust thrust forward, red face pulled back to show off her pitiful, pathetic expression. Crying, it was only the barrage of flash photography that told Holly what was actually happenng- her second mid-match photoshoot humiliation!

“Oooh …” Holly whimpered, the reality of the situation not being much better than her fears. Holly felt her lower back sting painfully as Suzume stretched her out, her tear-strained face making quite a humiliating portrait for Suzume as she declared victory. Holly looked out at the jeering fans and flashing cameras, all too easily imagining how it would feel if Suzume got that third and final fall, and condemned Holly to the Loser’s Championship once again! Holly’s tears started up again, drops running down her smooth cheeks. The flash photography started up again, Holly’s miserable face and heaving, sobbing rack providing quite the photo op.

“Y-you haven’t won yet!” Holly said, as much for Suzume as for herself. “Let me go, you arrogant bully!” Holly squirmed in Suzume’s grip, but not hard enough to escape. She took a breath, thought about the stipulation of the match, and remembered that this was what she agreed to. This was what she deserved, for being so weak. Still, she had to put on a stiff upper lip. “It’s … ughn … it’s going to f-feel good … to watch you leave with that – ack! That damned belt!”

[Noob]

Suzume had her opponent on full display and the cameras were absolutely loving it. Suzume herself was super excited to be so close to the win. Sure it was the loser's championship but this would still be Suzume's biggest win yet. She cranked Holly back slightly before finally she started to loosen up on the hold. The lightweight was eager to get to the next round though. The score was 2-1 and she just needed one more fall.

Looking to the side though Suzume couldn't help but notice just how absolutely miserable Holly looked. Tears were rolling down the woman's face and she was already a mess. It was enough to almost make Suzume feel bad for her. Almost anyway. This was all their fault after all. Hearing Holly's protests snapped Suzume back to reality. She would let out an involuntary laugh as her opponent called her a bully. "Hah! Really? I'M not the one who started this!" She scolded her opponent. She would give Holly a rough shove forward, pushing the woman down onto the canvas before rising back up to her feet.

"Just get up so I can get this over with." A now annoyed Suzume said, backing up into the corner of the ring. She crossed her arms over her chest now just waiting for Holly to get her act together. Meanwhile her thoughts drifted to the end of the match, already imagining her hands held high in victory with her opponent laid out just as she was now. It brought quite a smile to the lightweight's face.

[Luncha_Libre]

Having her humiliations laid bare was nothing new to the Loser’s Champion- most of the time, that was literally her every moment! This time, however, the moment was totally laid out and planned by her opponent, and there was nothing Holly could do about it. At least normally, she had a chance to fight back, or she could tell herself that. Instead, she was having her spine cranked back, her body put on display while fans took photos and posted them everywhere possible, and there was no one Holly could blame but herself. When Suzume finally let her go and pushed her to the mat like garbage, Holly was having an even harder time holding it together than usual.

Gasping, Holly pushed her top off the mat and took deep breaths. Sweat matting her fringe to her forehead, drool and tears shining on her usually pretty face, the British Bombshell was clearly struggling. She reached out, struggling to pull up the hem of her top and get her bouncing breasts back under control. Holly tried to get her mind back in the game, but it seemed like every pass in the contest was destroying her confidence, while Suzume sounded more and more certain of herself. In any other match, Holly would have been rooting for the ‘challenger!’

“I’m up, I’m up,” Holly said. The words were directed as much to her opponent as they were to the official, who looked concerned about Holly’s ability to get back into the match. “I hope you’re not in too much of a hurry,” Holly said, turning toward Suzume. “Because I’m just getting warmed up! You think you can keep this up all night?” Holly raised her arms, challenging Suzume to a lockup. The referee shrugged and motioned for the next round to stop. The ‘next round,’ Holly told herself as the bell rang and she tried to ignore the shooting pain in her spine. Not the ‘final round.’ If she was going to lock arms with her opponent again, she had to believe that!

[Noob]

One more round. That's all Suzume needed for her first win. She was so close. The lightweight took a deep breath and backed into her corner. The match had begun to drag on and she was starting to feel the fatigue building. She just had to hold out a little longer. And from the look of it Holly wasn't holding out any better than she was. Suzume leaned back into the corner and waited for her opponent to get up, catching her breath as Holly took her time. "Ok Suzume...One more round. That's all you need." She mumbled to herself, trying to keep her composure before taking a deep breath to settle herself.

It wasn't long before Holly was taunting Suzume again. "Pfff...warming up? Well I'm about to put you down!" Suzume responded, giving Holly a thumbs down. It was obvious the lightweight's confidence was growing after getting two out of her three falls already. Her voice wasn't as shaky as it had been at the start of the match. Suzume soon lifted her arms and got ready for the next round. With Holly inviting her in for a lockup, she would oblige. Of course she would have to keep her guard up for a quick strike. It's certainly what she would have tried to do in Holly's position.

Suzume soon locked hands with Holly. She grunted as she tried to push the other woman back into their own corner. While she wasn't certain she could overpower Holly, the woman was looking pretty worse for the wear and at least Suzume would be able to gauge just how much her opponent had left.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly’s bust swelled as she took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This was it. No more mistakes, no more moments of weakness. If Holly took one more loss, then that was it, and her chance to unload this damned title would slip through her fingers. She’d be making the walk of shame out of the arena tonight with that massive belt weighing her down, a beacon of shame and humiliation, and who knew when she would find another chance to rid herself of it?

Goading Suzume into a lockup worked, but in a moment, Holly didn’t know why she had thought it was a good idea. The two women locked fingers and started putting on the pressure. Holly leaned in, her butt flexing, her thighs trembling, her chest leaning forward and pressing into Suzume as beads of sweat formed. Holly had seen the look in Suzume’s eyes, going into the lock up, and heard the tone in her voice. Biting her lip, Holly realized something incredibly uncomfortable … she was starting to get scared of the lightweight!

“Nnngh,” Holly moaned slightly, as Suzume pushed back against her. Holly’s boot shifted, then gave way, and she took a step back. Suzume had a good lead right now, and Holly was having to come back from behind. But, the girl didn’t sound like the insecure little lightweight that Holly had found in the bookstore. “Ngh!” Holly whimpered as her foot gave way again, stepping back, her back arching as her arms began to drop. Now, Suzume was in control, and she knew it! Before Holly realized, she had been pushed back into her corner, grimacing in shame, wincing as she felt the turnbuckle hit her in the back. Held there, the British Bombshell could only shake her head in pitiful protest, whining, “Nooo …” in frustration as Suzume got her right where she wanted her!

[Noob]

Slowly but surely Suzume pushed her opponent back. With a couple of grunts and shoves she had Holly back against the turnbuckle. In contrast to the start of the match, Holly was putting up a rather pitiful resistance against the lightweight. Suzume now found herself in a new situation. She had taken control of the match and was looking to put up a sustained offense. She couldn't let the moment go to waste. "Gotcha! Now take this!" Suzume yelled as she went to drive her knee up into Holly's stomach. If she didn't encounter much resistance she would follow up with a repeat strike just to try and further knock the fight out of her foe.

After landing some quick hits Suzume would grab Holly by the arm and roughly pull her away from the corner. She'd quickly try to throw the woman down to the canvas. Suzume took a moment to take a few deep breaths. Despite her good performance she was feeling the effects of what was becoming a prolonged match. She could feel the sweat rolling down her petite frame as the lights shined bright on the two fighters. Finally she spoke. "Give...up yet? Or do I have to kick your butt more?" The lightweight asked.