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

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“Hnn!” Holly grunted as she yanked on Ossi’s boot, eyes widening when she saw the Syrian princess flop face-first into the canvas. The British Bombshell grinned, watching her opponent’s pert boobs and cute face smash into the mat, but she shook it off. Ossi’s plans had been slowed, but Holly knew the ‘challenger’ wasn’t going to be happy until she had Holly trussed up and shipped back to Japan as queen of the losers, yet again … Holly couldn’t let that happen!

Holly watched as Ossi flopped around to try and make it to the ropes. Holly scrambled, taking wide steps on shaky legs to try and keep her grip on Ossi’s leg. Holly’s legs quivered and shook as she struggled to keep Ossi under her control. Ass shaking and boobs bouncing enough to nearly pop right out, Holly looked absolutely ridiculous but knew she couldn’t let up now, or risk Ossi going on the offensive again. Instead, the British Bombshell had to act!

“I’ve got you now!” Holly stammered, unconvincingly, as she tucked Ossi’s leg beneath her arm. Then, with a wide and clumsy step, Holly tried to kick her leg over Ossi and twist that leg in her grip. Unbalanced and staggering, Holly tried to transition her ankle lock into a single-leg Boston crab. Holly turned around, arched her back and thrust her chest proudly toward the sky as she sat her curvy ass down on Ossi’s lower back, looking to punish the challenger and even things up a little bit, between them!

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Ossi sprawled out on her front, cheeks flushed with frustration as she was hauled away, unable to reach the ropes to begin trussing Holly up to win this match! Instead she was dragged backwards, flopping around like a fish out of water as the Loser Champ clung on to her. Though the motions were hardly powerful or convincing, Holly did enough to stop Ossi wriggling free, leaving the Syrian heiress seething, hands scrabbling at the canvas.

Then her eyes widened in dismay as the dragging stopped and she felt Holly step over her, her leg being tucked under the British Bombshell's armpit. With slow inevitability Ossi felt her opponent's plush backside press down against the small of her back, pinning her to the canvas as she pulled at Ossi's leg, bending her in a single-leg Boston Crab submission!

"GGAHH!" Ossi yowled, shaking her head in denial of what was happening to her. "Unhand me! AIIGH!"

She was stuck fast beneath the worst wrestler in LAW! This couldn't be happening! Pain ebbed through her as the hold, clumsy though it was, began to take its toll. Her arms flailed around aimlessly for the moment as she tried to get some purchase to throw Holly off of her, but for the moment the arrogant Arab was trapped in the submission!

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“You can’t tap out,” Holly grunted, looking over her shoulder at Ossi’s squirming body, “but feel free to give up anyway!” With her round ass pressed firmly against Ossi’s lower back, Holly settled her weight down and cranked on the leg. Holly arched her back for more leverage, her bust thrust forward as she struck a pose on top of her opponent. Holly tossed her hair, squared her shoulders, and took a deep breath that made her chest swell against her tight singlet. It wasn’t often that The British Bombshell was in this position. Actually, it never happened … at least, not until now. It was time for Holly to rub it in!

“Won’t let you go,” Holly growled, leaning backward, “so you might as well go ahead and beg for mercy, luv! I might just give it to you!” With Ossi under her body and under control, Holly decided to lean into the hold. The Brit leaned back even more, scooting her thick ass up Ossi’s back, trying to increase the angle of the hold to squeeze the fight out of the Syrian princess.

Unimpeded, Holly would eventually start leaning back completely. Holly threw her head back, arching her spine and thrusting her chest skyward as she cranked with all her might on Ossi’s leg. Holly let out a loud roar of effort, her body starting to quiver with the effort of keeping the hold locked in, her grip getting more uncertain, the more she committed to the hold!

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Ossi's hands slithered over the canvas, her face grimacing with impotent rage as Holly locked in the hold, now having a firm grip on one of the heiress's legs and cranking hard. A shrill, wordless exclamation of frustration escaped from behind gritted teeth as she struggled, unable to believe she was even in this situation!

"Nghh... beg?!" Ossi blurted in disbelief as the Loser Champ began taunting her. "I will never... beg to the likes of you... aiigh!" Despite her words, the arrogant Arab remained in dire straights as Holly continued to bend her, the buxom Brit leaning back further and further, every inch bringing more pain to Ossi's body.

"NNGHHAAAAAA!" Ossi screeched in agony as Holly bent her full bodyweight backward, compounding the brutal submission hold. Ossi' screwed her eyes shut, face down on the canvas, gloved hands clenched into fists and thumping at the mats in panic. She would not give up, not this time! She couldn't...

Squealing in desperation she summoned what energy she had left and rocked her body wildly from side to side, in a last ditch effort to dislodge the British bombshell from her back and break the excruciating hold!

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“Ah! Calm down, you!” Holly shouted back as she rode Ossi’s vulnerable body. The Syrian heiress was thrashing about like a wild animal, making Holly’s poor hold even more untenable. “Stop it!” Holly shouted over her shoulder, while her thick torso swayed and bounced around on Ossi’s thrashing figure!

“D-damn,” Holly cursed as she finally released Ossi’s leg, abandoning the hold so that she could move her hands upward, and focus on pulling her singlet back up over her rack that had nearly bounced completely free while keeping the hold. Holly stepped over and off of Ossi, hoping that the backbreaking bend on her spine would be enough to keep the Syrian heiress down on the mat for a second.

Once Holly was done tucking her massive orbs back safely and neatly into her ring gear, Holly glanced to the corner, toward the ropes that Ossi had planned to retrieve with designs for Holly’s humiliation. Looking at the prone princess, Holly had ideas of her own.

“You stay there a moment,” Holly said, huffily, “I have plans for you …” Holly planted a boot across Ossi’s lower back, resting her full buxom weight onto a step as she walked over Ossi toward the corner, where she could grab the ropes.

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At long last Ossi felt the excruciating pressure on her spine relent, her struggles finally enough to outlast Holly's submission. The weight was lifted and flopped face first onto the canvas in a limp heap, whining in pain and clutching at the small of her back with one gloved hand. She gritted her teeth, trying to shut out the mocking cheers of the fans as they watched the inept duo trading blows and now, impossibly, she had been put on the back foot by the Loser Champ.

Holly's threatening words eventually dragged Ossi from her self-pitying reverie and she opened her eyes, craning her neck to look around. What she found was Holly making her way over to the corner where the singular equipment for the Special Delivery match had been placed for them to use. She wanted to truss Ossi up here and now! She shook her head, massaging at her lower back that still throbbed from the submission hold. She had to do something. She couldn't just lie here and let this happen!

"N-no..." Ossi gasped as she struggled to push herself onto all fours, rotating and crawling with painstaking slowness away from Holly, her pert ass thrust skyward to be shamelessly ogled by the onlookers. But she couldn't worry about such things now. She needed to escape. She tried with desperation to haul her aching body over to the far corner, hoping to get there and use the ropes to clamber upright before her foe could catch up her!

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Holly retrieved the bonds and turned back toward Ossi. Her legs were jiggling and unsteady as she turned to face her challenger. Holly wasn’t used to having an upper hand against any opponent, even the kind of opponent she usually faced for this belt, but now she had Ossi crawling like a dog away from her.

“Afraid so, luv,” Holly said, watching Ossi crawl to the corner with her shapely ass sticking straight up in the air in an utterly indignant way. Holly smirked, remembering all the times she’d been in that exact situation … except maybe with a little more ass. Or a lot more ass, but that wasn’t the point. Holly shook those thoughts off, looked up to see Ossi reaching the corner, and bound into action.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Holly shouted, as she hit the mat running. “There’s only one way you’re leaving here, tonight!” Bounding to the corner, buxom body bouncing with every step, she rushed to the corner as Ossi tried to get up. Bindings in hand, Holly tried to jump up into the air as she reached the corner. Holly would wrap the bindings around the top of the turnbuckle, using that as leverage with her momentum, helping to get body into the air above Ossi. Tucking her thick legs beneath herself, holding her thighs together and pulling her feet up toward her round ass, Holly would then let gravity swing her down, bringing the weight of her whole body down knees-first onto Ossi’s back, trying to squash the poor girl into the corner!

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Ossi crawled for the turnbuckle desperately. She couldn't let this happen. Of all the shameful defeats she had suffered in LAW, this would be worse than all the rest. She had to stop it; had to beat Holly to save what little pride she could.

She heard the shout of her opponent and fear roiled through her. She tried to move faster, reaching and clutching the bottom ropes. She started to pull herself up, hearing the thundering footsteps of the charging Brit. She just had to get up. She just had to...

"AAUUUGGHHHHHH!" Ossi screamed as Holly's full bodyweight crashed down upon the Arab heiress's spine, the buxom British bombshell having leapt high and used all her momentum to slam her knees into Ossi's back. With no leverage the Syrian beauty lost her grip on the ropes she'd been holding, and her supple body was driven forward and plastered into the turnbuckle front-first! Thoroughly winded and aching, Ossi's legs gave out again and she crumpled like a ragdoll.

She sagged limp in the corner, sliding down until her head hung out between the middle and top ropes, arms tangled awkwardly and legs hanging out behind her, groaning helplessly as she lay at Holly's mercy. At the mercy of the Loser Champ ...

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Holly’s legs came down hard on Ossi’s waiting back, squashing the gorgeous Syrian beneath her buxom body! Holly wanted to cheer for herself, but she was too busy falling! Bouncing off Ossi’s battered back, Holly went falling backward with no control after her drop connected with no control over her descent. Arms flailing, eyes open wide, Holly’s face a mask of shock and embarrassment as she fell hard onto her thick ass, on the mat!

“Ngh!” Holly grunted, as her back hit the canvas. Her thighs jiggled as she flailed, her big breasts nearly popping out of her singlet as she hit hard. Looking up over her heaving bosom, however, it was clear that Ossi had caught the worst of it. Smiling, Holly started scrambling up to her feet, excited at the thought of pulling off a rare follow-up move!

Holly rolled over to her side, and pushed herself up. Ossi was down, and Holly scrambled clumsily to get herself up to where she could capitalize. The knee drop had devastated Ossi, but Holly had lost her grip on the restraints, leaving them dangling off the turnbuckle. Getting up to her feet, Holly walked over to Ossi, and rolled her over so that she was sitting against the turnbuckle. As Holly reached for the straps, she looked down at Ossi, and realized she was in position to, for a rare moment in her career, dominate a girl in the same humiliating fashion she’d had to suffer, so many times! Holly turned, grinned, and presented her thick, round ass inches from Ossi’s face!

“You want to get comfortable before I ship you back as the Loser’s Champion?” Holly asked, with a raised eyebrow. Holly shook her thick ass in front of Ossi’s face, plump cheeks swinging just inches from Ossi’s nose, before Holly thrust her hips back and tried to plant her cushy fair-skinned ass against the proud heiress’ pretty features!

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The thundering leg drop that Holly put all her weight behind had wiped Ossi out. Her back was afire with pain, compounded by the long submission hold she'd endured just moments before. She slumped in a heap in the corner, winded, sore and thoroughly beaten - even if she couldn't admit it to herself. Despite Holly's tumble in the aftermath of the move, the Brit had more than enough time to recover her composure and return to the downed heiress, turning Ossi over and leaving her in a sitting position against the turnbuckle.

Ossi let out a moan of dismay, wishing she could do something to stop this. The cheers and jeers of the fans cascaded down on her as they sensed the match reaching its climax, but the unfortunate Arab's attention was grabbed by something else. She saw Holly's plump rear positioned just inches from her face; heard the threatening words of the pitiful loser's champ.

This can't happen...

"Gnhh, no, YOU CAN'T DO TH-MMPPGHHGHHHH! Ossi shrill protest was smothered into a muffled screech of dismay as Holly's plump ass was thrust back into her face. Her eyes went wide with horror and she bucked and squirmed weakly as her air was cut off by the deep embrace of her foe's backside. Her hands pawed pathetically at the British Bombshell's magnificent rear, more like a lover's caress than a meaningful escape attempt, and her legs slithered uselessly on the canvas.

Soon the fight was ebbing out of Ossi and she sagged limply in the corner, mewling helplessly as she was smothered into oblivion by the Loser Champ!