Ossi Shamar vs Holly Matheson (L) - "Special Delivery" Match for the Loser's Championship

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly came down with her full weight across the much more slender Syrian princess, hopefully squashing the wind out of her. The Brit rolled off her opponent, grunting as she tried to use the momentum to help herself up. The string of successful hits was taking their toll, and Holly looked over her shoulder to see her opponent trying to roll away.

“Oh no you don’t,” Holly said with a scowl, in the unfamiliar position of being in control of the action. Ossi was bent on getting away, and Holly knew she couldn’t let that happen. Standing up, Holly took wide steps to get herself over Ossi’s body and halt her escape to the ropes with a move she knew would make her opponent sorry- the infamous sharpshooter submission!

“You’re in for it now, you witch,” Holly growled, as she snatched Ossi’s ankles, lifted her legs and stepped between them. The buxom British Bombshell peered down, between her ample chest, trying to get a good look at Ossi’s legs. “Um …” Holly adjusted her grip on Ossi’s ankles, then adjusted the angle she held her legs at. The plan was solid, even if Holly couldn’t win by submission holding in a sharpshooter would certainly take the fight out of Ossi. Now, she just had to remember how it worked. “Leg over the knee … then, yes, then I step through … ugh, bloody hell!” Holly scowled, cheeks flushing in frustration as the anticipatory roar of the fans started to give way to confusion, trying to figure out how Holly hadn’t completed the hold, yet!

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This was not how things were supposed to go. Ossi seethed inwardly as she found herself in a vulnerable position at Holly's feet, found herself crawling away from the loser champ in a thoroughly unacceptable state of affairs. She needed to get her breath back and get back into the match - there would be no pride in scraping a victory against someone as useless as Holly!

"Nggh..." Ossi whined as her attempt to escape was thwarted by Holly's grip on her ankles. She wriggled around in protest. "Get your... hands off me!" she demanded petualantly.

Holly, however, was not about to do such a thing, and the British Bombshell set about trying to entwine Ossi's legs into position for a submission hold of some kind.

For a moment panic filled Ossi when she realised just what her foe was attempting, but that panic subsided a few seconds later as she felt Holly fumble and struggle, trying to correctly put the sharpshooter hold together. Waiting for her chance, Ossi felt the grip on one of her legs slacken enough and kicked out hard, trying to take advantage of her opponent's ineptitude and slam a boot right into her ample bust to put a stop to this foolishness!

[Luncha_Libre]

It was one leg tucked over the other … or was it under? Bend at the knee, then tuck, no, that wasn’t it! Bloody hell! Holly could remember Blanco putting her legs in this over and over again during training, why couldn’t she remember? Cheeks flushing in frustration, Holly’s arms shifted and got increasingly erratic as she tried to force Ossi into the hold … only to catch a boot to her breast for her trouble!

“AAOW!” Holly howled as Ossi’s boot squished into her soft, round breast and squashed it. Holly’s supple flesh was squeezed beneath Ossi’s heel, and she fell back. Holly stumbled, hold totally abandoned as her arms went flailing to either side and she fell back. Holly’s back hit the mat with a thud, and her legs kicked up into the air.

“B-bloody hell …” Holly whimpered, hands crossing her chest. Her fingers kneaded her soft flesh as she tried to massage the pain away. Grimacing in pain, Holly knew she couldn’t let this be it. She rocked her hips to one side, trying clumsily to roll up to her side before Ossi could get back on top of her. Pain mixed with humiliation at failing her own hold, Holly fumbled weakly on the mat, spending much too long on her back.

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Ossi felt her boot mash into the soft bosom of her opponent, the impact both breaking Holly's attempt at a hold and sending her crashing backwards to the canvas, freeing Ossi from the grasp of the loser champ. Huffing with the effort, Ossi grabbed the nearby ropes to haul herself back to her feet, glowering down at her foe who was trying to recover from the blow to the chest.

"Well, that's fitting," she panted. "You can't even perform a simple submission move! No wonder you've ended up here!" The irony that she too was contesting for the loser belt flew by unnoticed as Ossi's arrogant self assurance began to take hold at the sight of Holly writhing around on the canvas. She stomped over to the British Bombshell, trying to think of her own move that would cement her dominance in this encounter.

"Get up you dithering fool, it's time to show you why I'll never be leaving with that belt!" she sneered. Grabbing Holly by the arm, she would try to heave the loser champ to her feet, then grabbing her by the hair, manoeuvring her over towards the turnbuckle. Once there, Ossi would attempt the wrestle her busty foe up into a sitting position on the turnbuckle, straining with the effort and gritting her teeth as she tried to get Holly in position for what would certainly be a devastating power move if she could pull it off!

[Luncha_Libre]

“Sh-shut up!” Holly whimpered, wallowing in self-pity as she lay on the mat. Shaking her head and writhing in pain, Holly tried to roll over and get up, but she froze as she heard Ossi stomping at her. Holly’s eyes widened in fear as Ossi stomped over to her, biting her lip as she realized she was about to be at her ‘challenger’s’ mercy, again.

“AH!” Holly gasped as Ossi took her by the arm, then grabbed a fistful of her soft raven hair to start pulling her up. “H-hey, leggo!” Holly whimpered as Ossi dragged her up, first to her knees, then to her boots. Holly waved her free arm, trying to find the ropes, but couldn’t get them before Ossi had her up, and threw her hard into the corner. “UGHN!” Holly grunted as her back hit the turnbuckle, her curves bouncing and jiggling as she got forced into her place. Holly’s thighs were still jiggling as Ossi took her and hefted her squirming figure up onto the top turnbuckle, where she looked down in horror at the distant ring mat!

“Ohh, no!” Holly said, as her chubby ass settled on top of the turnbuckle. Holly shook her head in protest, struggling against Ossi’s slender figure as the woman mounted her up onto the top rope. Holly was fearful, too fearful to mount a real counter and risk falling to the mat on her own. The British Bombshell just tucked herself in tight against Ossi, waving her free arm wildly in a pitiful attempt to gain freedom with no idea what horrible fate Ossi might have in mind for her!

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It took a bit of work, but Ossi eventually managed to wrestle the feebly struggling Holly up onto the turnbuckle, seating the British Bombshell in place atop the corner pole. Holly grabbed at her, not really making much attempt to escape but simply trying not to fall off the turnbuckle herself from the feeling off it. Lip curling in disgust, Ossi peered disdainfully down at Holly.

"Hmph, how someone like you was allowed pas the front doors I will never know," she snapped, trying to shift her weight into a better position, her feet sliding precariously on the ropes to either side of the turnbuckle as she looked to position Holly for a move.

However, now having the raven-haired Brit in place, Ossi found she wasn't exactly sure what to do. Her last attempt at suplexing her heavier foe had been a disaster - she didn't trust herself to attempt such a thing from the turnbuckle. But now she was here she had to do... something. Struggling to get into a proper position to attempt anything else, with Holly clinging to her, Ossi could feel the impatience of the fans. Coming up here had led them to believe there was something spectacular coming and she needed to provide.

"Stop your wretched struggling!" she hissed in annoyance, attempting to pull Holly down into a headlock tight against the side of her bosom. Gritting her teeth, Ossi then attempted to fall backwards, looking to DDT Holly from the turnbuckle.

But as she tipped her weight backwards Ossi's boots slipped forward off the ropes.

"WAAGGH!" she yelped in panic as she lost control, falling sharply backwards and hauling Holly off the turnbuckle with her, sending both Loser Belt contenders crashing to the canvas in an ungainly, unskilled jumble of limbs!

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Holly had fought, and failed, to struggle her way out of this predicament. Now, she was perched up on the top turnbuckle, big round ass sticking up in the air, just waiting for whatever punishment Ossi was ready to dish out. Holly squirmed in the Persian woman’s grip helplessly, boots slipping on the ropes. Holly’s ass waved in the air, the British Bombshell struggling but paralyzed with fear that breaking free would only lead to an uncontrolled fall to the outside, possibly worse than what Ossi was about to pull off!

“N-no, let me go!” Holly cried, eyes tightly shut as she braced herself. She could feel Ossi pause, making Holly think that her challenger was just milking the moment, making her suffer in anticipation. Holly tried again to break free, but her boot slipped and her round ass hit the top turnbuckle. Before Holly knew it, her face was tucked against Ossi’s supple breast and she was getting yanked down hard. “AAH!’ Holly cried out again, arms flailing as both women came down hard toward the ring mat.

“UGHN!” Holly let out a grunt as her head slammed into the ring. Falling without control, Holly’s lack of defense meant she took the hit full on, stunning her. Holly went stock still, legs in the air, her ample breasts nearly spilling out of her singlet as gravity pulled at her. Holly’s body looked like a cross between a blow up doll and a lawn dart for a moment, legs spread and sticking straight up. Holly’s body slowly slumped over, then, and fell over Ossi’s figure. With a pitiful whimper, the British Bombshell collapsed onto Ossi, her curvier body dropping hard onto Ossi and squashing her beneath her weight, her round ass jiggling in the air with the impact the entire time. In another match, it could have even been a pinfall attempt, one suitably pathetic for the ‘prize’ each woman was fighting hard not to go home with, tonight!

[arktriumph]

The whole thing was a bit of a mess. Losing her footing meant Ossi's descend was an uncontrolled plummet towards the mats, the only saving grace being that she managed to keep a tight hold on her opponent as they fell. Together to Loser Champ contenders went thundering to the ground gracelessly.

"AGUUHH!" Ossi blurted as she went crashing to canvas, dragging Holly along with her for the ride. While in the one hand she did succeed in crashing her foe's skull into the mats in the DDT, she utterly botched the execution and ended up virtually having Holly bodyslam down on her in the same motion.

The British Bombshell's heavier frame flattened Ossi to the canvas and knocked the wind out her, leaving her sprawled out in a wheezing heap below her opponent. Luckily for her there were no pinfalls in this match, so the several seconds she spent with Holly's limp frame draped over her did not consign her to defeat, though it did result in a torrent of jeers from the fans as they watched the hapless pairing duke it out for the worst prize in LAW!

Eventually Ossi gathered her wits enough to stir and with a groan of effort, roll the still-limp form of her opponent off of her. With Holly sprawled out and apparently helpless, the Arab beauty began to crawl on all fours towards the far corner where some the rope had been left, thinking she might be able to use this chance to start trussing the Loser Champ up and get onto the road for victory!

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Holly moaned in pain, body twitching as she tried to pull herself up. Ossi might have dumped Holly on her head accidentally, but as far as drops go, it was still completely effective for sheer impact. The only thing keeping the British Bombshell in touch with reality was the jeers of the fans, taunting both women for catastrophically blowing move after move, tonight. Holly took a deep breath, her curves sinking firmly into Ossi’s body. Here she was, with an opponent that botched as many moves as Holly would, and she still didn’t feel like she could get a leg up. That she was struggling like this, still getting the worst of it, was all the humiliation the Brit could bear!

“Uuughn,” Holly grunted as Ossi, after long moments of the two women’s bodies being left in a heap, started to push her away. Holly didn’t fight it as her thick figure got shoved roughly off of Ossi, rolling onto her backside. Holly took some deep breaths, chest heaving. Holly’s hands eventually found her aching head, grimacing as she tried to fight herself into a sitting position.

Rolling onto a hip, Holly braced herself with one hand against the mat, and the other massaging her aching skull. Blinking, Holly looked across the ring … seeing the Syrian princess reach some ropes in the corner!

“Ohhhh, no …” Holly groaned, eyes widening in panic. Struggling, curves bouncing clumsily in her tight singlet as she pushed herself upright, Holly knew she had to go after Ossi. With staggering steps, Holly lunged after Ossi, looking to grab the woman by the ankle. If she could catch her, the British Bombshell would start pulling back, looking to drag Ossi desperately away from the ropes and back to the center of the ring.

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As she crawled towards the corner to retrieve the ropes Ossi allowed herself a fleeting smile of satisfaction. It had been a bit messy and hardly a triumph of a match, but she'd bested the loser champ. In the end, all anyone would remember would be Holly's busty frame tied up tight like the loser she was, a triumphant heiress standing over her. The image gave her even more motivation.

However, before she could enact her goal, someone grabbed her by the ankle.

"Wha-NO!" Ossi blurted shrilly as she found herself dragged back just inches away from snatching the ropes from the corner. Her gloved hand snatched at empty air, the other losing balance and she fell, her breasts and face thumping into the canvas as she sprawled on her front. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips - she'd thought Holly out for the count, but the Brit had some fight left in her still.

Hands scrabbling weakly at the canvas, Ossi finally tried to address her predicament, attempting to twist her body from side to side in an effort to break Holly's grip on her ankle. However, from her current position she didn't have a lot of leverage and the ropes drew further away as Holly was able to thwart her attempts to close this match out!