Ingrid Fuentes vs. Ossi Shamar

[Lunaspark]

Unconsciousness was coming for Ossi, but Ingrid wasn't going to let it happen. Oh no. She was enjoying this too much.

Before the heiress could pass out on her, Ingrid finally released her sleeper hold in full. She finally gave Ossi a chance to properly breathe, but she most certainly wasn't down with the Syrian yet. Instead, she grabbed for Ossi's arm, and began to drag her towards the ropes at the edge of the ring.

With a cruel smirk still playing across her lips, she made the effort to shove Ossi's back up against the ropes. Then, she would go for her arms, trying to drape them over the top rope itself, so that the younger woman hung there against the ropes in front of her.

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It seemed inevitable. Unconsciousness was coming for Ossi as she remained trapped helplessly in Ingrid's submission, stubbornly refusing any way out of the predicament and thus consigning herself to a definite loss at the pink-haired powerhouse's hands.

However, just before she was knocked out cold, Ossi felt the grip around her neck slacken. Her eyes fluttered, her chest swelling as she gulped in a deep breath, confusion and relief filling her in equal measure.

The respite didn't last long though. With her head swimming and breath coming in heaving gasps, she offered no meaningful resistance as Ingrid hauled her to her feet by the arm, dragging Ossi over to the ropes. She was powerless to prevent her opponent's plan, weak and reeling from the one-sided punishment she'd already received.

"Nghhh..." she groaned feebly as Ingrid shoved her into the ropes, quickly hooking Ossi's arms over the top to leave her hanging there. Her head sagged towards her breasts, her legs like jelly barely able to hold her weight as she dangled at the mercy of her opponent.

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Pathetic, thought Ingrid, not for the first time this match and certainly not for the last. Ossi was pathetic in every way she could think of, and the girl's stubbornness only added to Ingrid's poor perception of her. Ingrid had offered her a way out, and Ossi was refusing to take it. It was a shame. Ingrid really did plan on letting her go, if only she had listened...

As Ossi hung from the ropes, Ingrid let her fingers curl into fists. She watched the woman for a few seconds, before suddenly swinging one of those fists towards her, straight into the girl's belly. Then, the other one came shortly after, the Latina villainess hammering at the Syrian's midsection with a pair of stiff, solid strikes right to the gut.

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This is a catastrophe, Ossi thought in dismay as she was unceremoniously tossed into the corner at Ingrid's mercy. This one sided domination would be seen by all; the wrestlers, the fans - she would not live it down! But there was nothing she could do about it. She refused to give her foe the final satisfaction of admitting her defeat - in that sense Ossi's stubbornness proved to be deeply unwise...

"Unnghh! Unnfff!" Ossi blurted as each hammer blow slammed into her exposed midriff. Her eyes rolled as the breath was smashed out of her body and her legs gave out. The Syrian's limb body sank down into a sitting position against the turnbuckle, her breasts heaving weakly as she tried to get her breath back, legs splayed open and arms flopping limply by her sides in a picture of abject defeat!

[Lunaspark]

Ingrid was having fun with Ossi, she was having fun pounding the hell out of her, watching her flop onto her ass in the corner. But...she wanted to have more fun, she wanted to humiliate the woman further, and she had just the idea in mind.

As Ossi went down, Ingrid dropped to her knees with her, kneeling between the girl's legs in front of her. Smirking smugly, she reached forward, grabbing the young woman by her hair, and she jerked her towards herself. She arched her back towards Ossi, trying to pull her towards her gigantic chest, trying to shove the girl's face right in-between her breasts for a sitting smother!

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In a heap in the corner, Ossi cut a pathetic figure after receiving a crushingly one-sided beat down at the hands of her relentless foe. Her pride was partly to blame, but also her abject lack of wrestling prowess that had been exposed in this match. If you could even call it that. She lay there breathing heavily, in no position to stop Ingrid from continuing the rout! The other woman was only to happy to oblige, taking a grip of Ossi's hair and pulling her face forward. Her eyes fluttered, and to her horror she found herself staring straight into the ample bust of her foe.

"No-no-MMPPGHHH!" Ossi's pitiful protest was cut off as Ingrid shoved the helpless Syrian's face into her breasts, enveloping the hapless Arab in a smothering embrace. Muffled cries of dismay were all that Ossi could manage now, her arms flailing aimlessly as she tried - and utterly failed - to break loose of Ingrid's humiliating manoeuvre.

[Lunaspark]

Once Ossi's face was nestled deep within the cavern of her cleavage, Ingrid released the grip on her hair, instead snaking her arms around the girl's head, fully hugging her now, keeping her restrained and trapped between each of her giant breasts. She could hear and she could feel the younger woman crying out against her, the Arab's breath warm against her own skin, and the sensation of it caused a smile to creep over Ingrid's face, nasty and vicious and vile.

"I did warned you..." she whispered in a soft and sultry tone. "You could have given in at any point, you could have given me what I wanted...but now? Now you're to be humiliated, turned into an example for all of these fans and everyone backstage. Tell me, does that excite you? Thrill you? Do you enjoy being made an example like this...?"

Of course, Ingrid knew that Ossi couldn't answer back, and honestly she didn't want her to do so. She wanted the girl to keep struggling. She wrapped her arms a little tighter around Ossi's head and smiled that much more, watching her, waiting to see what, if anything she'd do next.

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"MMMMNNHHHH!" Ossi whined uselessly as Ingrid's arms coiled around her head, ensuring that her face remained stuffed between her opponent's breasts. She battled for breath in the cloying darkness, trying to pull her head loose without much success.

Her hands floundered across Ingrid's svelte frame, searching for some kind of purchase to aid her escape as her oxygen began to rapidly deteriorate. She grabbed and squeezed and inadvertently fondled the other wrestler in her desperation, clutching at her thighs and ass, pawing at her back and pushing at her breasts.

None of it made much difference - Ossi was doing little more than give Ingrid an impromptu frisking in the ring even as she edged closer and closer to unconsciousness.

Whimpering pathetically, she clutched at Ingrid arms, pulling at them in a final, feeble act of desperation...

[Lunaspark]

Ossi was struggling. She was just about done for, and Ingrid could feel it. Any second now, the girl would be out like a light, unconscious within the valley of Ingrid's chest...and that was the last thing in the world that Ingrid wanted to happen!

At the last moment, at the very last possible moment, right before Ossi could go under, Ingrid suddenly released her from the hug, freeing her from the smother. She moved to hands to give Ossi a quick shove away, while taking a short step backwards herself, hoping that the girl was out of it enough that she would collapse at her feet.

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"Mpphh... mhhhm... nghhh..." Ossi's pitiful whines were only just audible as her struggles weakened with each passing second. Smothered in the enveloping darkness and warmth of Ingrid's magnificent bust, she was helpless and it was only a matter of time before she would go crashing into unconsciousness.

However, her tormentor had other ideas, it seemed, as just as blackness was closing in on her Ossi found herself released, light spilling back into her world. A light shove sent the unresisting body of the Syrian backwards and she collapsed flat on her back in a limp heap at Ingrid's feet. Her head lolled against her shoulder, eyes fluttering and limbs splayed out as she lay there in a picture of abject defeat before her opponent.