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

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly thrust her ass backward, feeling Ossi’s features press into the soft cheeks of her ass as she allowed her body to rest against her. Holly listened to the loud cries of the fans mix with the thrashing and protests of Ossi. There was a time Holly would have felt badly about doing this to another wrestler, especially with all the humiliations Holly had to endure in her career, but that wasn’t the case, tonight. Holly had traveled far to get this match, and she was dead set on not coming home with that damned belt, ever again. She was resolved to doing whatever it took to beat Ossi, even humiliate her, if that meant she could start the road to getting her dignity back!

Holly blushed a bit as she felt Ossi’s features slowly caress her ass, and slowly start to fade away. The crowd cheered for the display, and Holly went ahead and wiggled her hips, letting Ossi get further buried as her strength faded. Soon, however, it was back to work. Holly reached for the corner post, and recovered the straps that she was set to use against her opponent. Then, bending over, so enthusiastically that her ample breasts nearly popped out of her top, Holly got to work.

Grabbing Ossi’s ankle, Holly started wrapping the strap around it. If she could affix that, she would start on the other ankle, binding Ossi’s feet together. Then, Holly started to drag Ossi out of the corner, ready to turn her onto her belly and start the work of tying the girl up.

“Still think you’re coming out of this one a winner?” Holly asked, voice husky and face still red from feeling Ossi caress her ass. Things were close now, though, and Holly could almost taste victory!

[arktriumph]

The smother was more than Ossi could endure, and she let out a mewl of dismay as the current loser champ jiggled her ample rear across the Syrian beauty's face. This was a nightmare made real - after all her catastrophic and humiliating matches in LAW, after all her grandstanding and dreams of stardom this was what she was reduced to: getting dominated by the woman who was supposed to be the worst wrestler in all of LAW.

And what did that make her?

Her strength abandoned her has she slumped limply in the corner, breathing in the scent of her foe's backside has Holly set to work to complete the final embarrassment of Ossi's pitiful 'career'. She felt the grip on her ankles; tried to struggle but her efforts now were truly feeble, and the British Bombshell had no trouble strapping her ankles together to begin the process of packaging her up!

With the first stage completed, Ossi found herself dragged from the corner, suddenly able to breath once more as the embrace of Holly's ass was removed. Her eyes fluttered weakly but her body still had no fight left in it, and she remained a passenger to events as she was tipped onto her front with the buxom Brit looming over her. The husky words of her foe brought fresh blushes to Ossi's cheeks.

"Nghhh... please no..." Ossi whimpered pathetically, still groggy from the smothering stinkface Holly had subjected her to. "This... can't be happening..." Her legs twitched weakly, but the bindings on her ankles were more than enough to hold the heiress in place. She tried to squirm from Holly's grasp, but in her current state there was not much prospect of escape...

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly was able to fasten the ribbon over Ossi's ankles. She first restrained one of the Syrian's legs, and then the other. Having turned Ossi over, Holly was in a good position to continue! She would move on to tie up her opponent's wrists, looking to fashion all of Ossi's limbs behind her back, connecting them like stars in a constellation!

As Matheson bent over, as her shapely bust continued to spill out of her one-piece, the crowd continued their cheering! Should Holly get her way, she'd reach for the bow to tie all this together and put an end to the massive black mark on her career that was this loser championship reign! If she got her way, she'd take the bow in hand and with a dainty grunt and a firm shove, she'd push the bow into Ossi's mouth and finally break free from the black mark of being LAW Loser Champion!

[arktriumph]

Ossi's ankles were bound, and she was still reeling from the smother that had put her in this position. There was nothing she could do to thwart Holly's inexorable motions as the Brit bound her ankles and then her wrists, snaring all four of Ossi's limbs together behind her back, too tight for her to ever escape from on her own. She bucked weakly, letting out a sob of horror as she realised this was truly about to happen. She had been beaten! She saw out of the corner of her eye Holly picking up the bow, the last piece of the stipulation that would officially end this match!

"No, no, no, no, NGMMMPPPHHHHH!" Ossi's whimpering was finally cut off as Holly stuffed the ribbon into the defeated Syrian's mouth, the final piece of the special stipulation that confirmed all of Ossi's worst fears.

She had lost.

She was now the Loser Champion of LAW - the lowest of the low. Tears of humiliation welled in the eyes of the Arab beauty as she looked pleadingly up at her opponent, wishing this was all just a bad dream, but knowing that it was not. Her hopes and expectations had been so high, but here she was, the absolute nadir of what only the most sarcastic observer would call a career. Her silent begging was for naught as Holly sauntered away, the buxom Brit having finally rid herself of the Loser Belt, and leaving it with a new custodian.

Ossi was left hogtied in the ring. All that remained was for the attendants to fasten the Loser Belt around her trim waist and hoist her up onto a waiting trolley outside the ring. Ossi's muffled wails of dismay were swallowed up by the cheers and jeers of the fans she was carted off, delivered straight to the bottom rung of the LAW ladder by the British Bombshell...

WINNER: HOLLY MATHESON