A Not-so Dignified Training Session for a Loser (LowDefinition/Luncha_Libre)

[LowDefinition]

Annette had been sending anonymous letters to Holly's locker ever since she got the loserbelt title. The anonymous letter have the same tone on each of it. It's about how Holly sucked and that she needed an assistance to get back up and not be a loser champion anymore, and that Annette have the solution to that… and it begins with Holly to come to her personal gym, fully naked, no clothes covering her body and all that deal.

Although Annette realized that it would practically be very impossible to have Holly follow that letter unless she is that desperate. She is really hopeful that Holly gets desperate on the struggle. And thus, she purposefully do her own training while displaying her whole beauty in the nude as she waited for Holly to show up eventually.

Annette glanced at the wrestling ring as she finished her own training. Sighing and thinking that today might not be the day where Holly comes in, she leave the training grounds to grab some refreshing drink… Although remaining hopeful, she kept watch at the security camera feed to check if Holly would come today and start training on how to not be a loser. Hopefully she would also come in following her order to show her whole body without any clothings. Since of course… this is also part of her training.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly let out a deep sigh as she looked at the stack of letters. They’d been accumulating in her locker for some time, now. Just another weird thing happening to her, ever since she’d gotten saddled with the Loser’s Championship. The British Bombshell felt like she just couldn’t win. Her opponents rubbing it in and treating her like a joke, the fans mocking her and celebrating how doomed she was every time she went out to the ring. Now, random letters showing up, just to dig into her more. Worse yet, these letters made a creepy demand: show up to some gym, without clothes, for “training.”

The letters being anonymous, Holly knew it could be anyone. It could be an old opponent, like Killer King or Sandy White, looking to use her body like a plaything, yet again. It could be a creepy fan, feeling bold enough that he could have his way with the Loser’s Champion, and she could do nothing about it. Despite these fears, though, Holly looked out the window at the address she’d been summoned to, her cab coming to a stop.

Dropping the cash into the cabbie’s hand, Holly wordlessly left the car. She was wearing a long coat, a long black coat that went to her feet. She walked up to the gym door and knocked. No answer came. Holly sighed. The letters had also promised some form of training, and after the last couple of losses Holly had suffered in the ring, she knew she needed any help she could get. Even if she felt some danger, here …

Holly pushed open the door and entered the gym. Once the door was shut behind her, the Brit acquiesced to the demands of whomever sent for her. Holly unfastened the buttons of her coat, and shrugged it off, letting the thing spill to the floor. Now, Holly’s entire, buxom body was exposed. She shivered, her ample curves jiggling a bit in the cool air. Holly was now completely naked, stepping into the gym, save for one item: the Loser’s Championship, strapped around her waist. Holly knew that if this was a prank by LAW management, and that cruel Miss Nata, then she’d be in a world of trouble for not having it on. Holly chewed her lip as she walked into the dark gym, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst …

[LowDefinition]

Annette noticed a cab stopping in front of the gym on the security camera feed. She decided to look at who's arriving, smiling deviously as she saw it's Holly who came out from the cab. She knew that behind that coat... Holly is stark naked. When Holly entered the gym, Annette would undo her twintails and takes a bottle of water with her as she walks towards the training ground.

Holly could hear a door opening slightly to her right, and then suddenly a flash of light as the gym lights go on. And she saw Annette came out from the door, also showing her whole curvy body in the nude, safe for the towel hanging on her shoulders, her body glistening with sweat from her previous training, and that she had a different hairstyle from the match before. "Ah! Welcome! I was wondering when you'll show up. Here, have a drink first, let's get relaxed for a bit. Must be tiring to get here no?" Annette welcomed Holly as she walked to the entrance door while also tossing the bottle of water to her, in a very relaxed way. Annette then locked the entrance door before turning around to Holly.

"Oh, I see you got that humiliating belt in your waist as well... Gee, I didn't ask for you to wear that buuuuut... That's a nice extra motivation for the training." Annette continued to sound very friendly as she approaches Holly. Her right hand tapped on the Loser's Championship belt as she gets close enough to face Holly face to face. "So, before we get started, do tell me about your journey so far, up until you get that belt." She asked, walking to the ring and took a seat on the ringside.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly paced as quietly around the grounds of this gym as she could. Everything about this was unsettling, and totally out of character for the British Bombshell. Still, she was desperate for help, even to the point that she would go to these lengths to get it.

“EEP!” Holly squealed when her host finally appeared. Reflexively, Holly tried to cover herself. Holly’s pale face blushed bright pink, her hair framing the shocked look on her face. Holly’s eyes went wide, her jaw slacked open when she saw the woman standing before her, viewing her in her full glory. Holly slipped one hand between her legs, hiding her mound from view. She put one of her small hands over a nipple, and hugger her bust to hide the other with her arm. The effort was more laughable than Holly’s actual nudity. The soft skin of her ample bust spilled over her skinny arm, the skin muffin-topping over her desperate attempts to contain it. Holly took a nervous jump backward, and her wide hips jiggling a bit as she backed up. Still, jaw hanging open, Holly couldn’t help but make that desperate effort to preserve her little remaining dignity- even with the mark of shame that at least mercifully covered her belly.

“H-hold up a minute!” Holly said, her voice a loud whine. “I- Oh! Hey!” Holly’s mind was racing, trying to keep up with this. The bottle of water flew at Holly, and she tried to catch it with one hand. Her breasts came bouncing out of her grip for just a moment, as she clumsily caught the bottle and hugged it against herself. The chill was bracing, sweat from the bottle slicking her skin and leaving her shiny. The bottle wedged between Holly’s breasts, and she shivered, her breasts straining even more against her grip with the thick, hard bottle wedged between them.

“W-who are you?” Holly asked, her eyes narrowing, as she looked the blonde’s face over intently. “Wait … I know you, don’t I?”

[LowDefinition]

Annette deviously smiled at Holly's effort to cover her nudity. Giggling softly as she saw Holly awkwardly adjust her position to cover her body. She rolled her eyes when Holly asked who she is. "Gee... Do you know me... Will this remind you of anything?" Annette said as she grab a handful of her hair with both of her hands and pull it softly to show Holly her usual hair-do, a twintail... Which will surely remind her of the blonde girl of that sisters team... DDT.

Annette stood up from the ringside and approached Holly with a kind smile shortly after that. "I saw what happened after our match... You... You don't deserve all that humiliation you know." She said as her hand reaches to Holly's forehead and pat her softly. "But here you are, with that belt no less..." Annette let go of Holly's forehead and proceed to walk around her. "I'm going to help you remove yourself from that belt soon, but first..." Annette took her towel and whirled it around her hands, whipping the towel to the floor before sternly looked at Holly. "Shred off all of what's left of your dignity, accept your position as the bottom bitch of the company and stop denying that fact until you get that title off of your pathetic self." She suddenly took a switch to cruel mode and whips her towel to Holly's hands that is covering her bare breasts and womanhood. "Hands off, now." She commanded Holly to fully display her nudity without her covering herself.

"Before you even question why, let me answer it shortly for you. You're the bottom bitch of the company. You're supposed to endure all the abuse coming your way. Forget everything about your own dignity, you have none as long as you have that belt on you." She explained why she did all this at the beginning of her training.

[Luncha_Libre]

Having the newcomer grin at Holly’s attempts to protect her modesty, as futile as they were for the busty British Bombshell, only served to embarrass her more. Holly couldn’t believe how vulnerable she felt, even before Annette clarified who she was. Not recognizing the girl outside of her impressive ring gear, Holly’s eyes widened in shock as she remembered her previous encounter with the woman.

“You’ll forgive me for not remembering,” Holly said, “last time we met, it was only brief. And you and your sister were kind of beating me up …” Holly still heard the girl out. It was too late to back out of whatever this was, now. Even with Annette patting her forehead like she was a child, Holly felt like all she could do was take it.

The Brit looked down at the ground as Annette detailed her current predicament. The words stung, but Annette had a point. How much ‘dignity’ could Holly really have, as the official Worst Wrestler in The World? She didn’t want people staring at her like a piece of meat, of course, but what could she do about it? Did she just have to accept her fate?
“Oww!” Holly whimpered as Annette’s towel snapped her back to reality. Hand pulling away, Holly’s generous breasts came bouncing into full view. The light caught off her soft flesh, showing off every curve of her busty body, anything that wasn’t hidden by the belt. Holly’s body was undeniably soft. Not flabby, she still maintained a perfect hourglass figure, but her body lacked the strong muscle tone that was showcased by the better wrestling girls on the LAW roster. A fact that Holly couldn’t help but dwell on, as she compared herself to Annette.

“So, what are you proposing, then?” Holly said, finally. “What- what are you planning on doing to me, then?” Holly tried to hold her head high, keep a stiff upper lip, but she found it increasingly difficult as Annette verbally tore her down, left her totally exposed before her.

[LowDefinition]

Annette checked on Holly's physical features as she mouthed down on her. She definitely looks pretty average, but even someone with the lack of physical strength could hold on their own if they have the skills. To compare herself to Holly, she did have a more toned body than Holly. But that wasn't what Annette will teach her about here.

"Well..." Annette pondered on, twirling around the towel as she walk back to the ring and enters it. "By discarding your dignity, at least, not all of it... You discard your sense of shame." Annette continued, she then pointed to herself and gestured to show Holly that she also have her body fully exposed. "Look at me for example, I don't mind showing off my whole body." She would then beckon Holly to enter the ring as she walks to a corner post.

"You see, you can have all the techniques in the world." She continued her lesson as she climbs the post. "And those techniques would help you win and all that, for example." She took her position on top of the corner and then leaps up and immediately front flip and landed graciously. "This acrobatic technique, but it means nothing if you're too preoccupied with the shame, or anything else that boggles your mind to pull it off." She continued her explanation once again as she approaches Holly.

"So! Your first lesson, and this will probably be the hardest one compared to the others I prepared. Is to clear your mind from anything that hinders you from making a perfect technique." She said as she presses her point finger to Holly's forehead. "So, tell me, what's bothering you the most about that title you now have?" She walked back and twirls her towel once again. "Was it the crowd? Jeering and laughing at you even if you tried your best? Was it your opponents, who keep on looking down on you? Or was it the fact that you're here, butt naked, open for someone to tease you like this..." She laid her hand on Holly's butt. And she rubbed it along softly, finishing with a slap.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly’s face was fixed in a pout as she listened to the blonde’s lecture. During their match, Holly wouldn’t have guessed that Annette would be so intent on training. She’d spent some time lightly bickering with her sister and had relished in showing off. Of course, Holly remembered how handily and efficiently DDT had handed the British Bombshells their final defeat. That alone, Holly reluctantly reasoned, would be enough reason to listen to Annette, here.

“Well, anyone can see that,” Holly muttered, as Annette talked about her willingness to show off her own body. Holly hadn’t heard too many complaints about her own looks, especially from men, but it was hard not to feel self-conscious when comparing herself to the blonde. Despite her trepidation, Holly followed Annette into the ring, her posture still uncertain and guarded.

Holly jumped back as Annette leapt off the ring post, thinking for a moment the girl was launching into an attack. Holly’s bust heaved as she took a deep breath, settling on top of her belt. The girl was just showing off, it felt like, and Holly blushed. She stopped herself from crossing her arms over her breasts again, knowing it would only get her in trouble with her ‘mentor’ for the evening. There was no denying the girl’s technique was, indeed, perfect … but could Holly really do what she asked?

“Well,” Holly said, crossing her eyes to look up at Annette’s finger poking into her forehead. “I guess the worst thing about this belt … is that some women seem to think it makes me a target. That they get to treat me like a plaything, and not like a wrestler. Then, the fans get started on it, and management doesn’t help …” Holly’s fair-skinned face flushed pink as she recounted her experience as the Loser’s Champion, trying to distill her constant sense of existential misery at being the ultimate jobber into one particular element. Then, Annette emphasized her point with a hard slap! “Eek! Like that!” Holly cried out, pouting. “Y-you don’t get to just do that! I’m a human being!” Holly glared at Annette then, fuming. The busty British Bombshell might have looked ridiculous, nude except for her title belt, but she glared at the younger woman with a barely contained fury!

[LowDefinition]

Annette giggled as she looked at Holly's reaction from taking a hard slap on the ass. She only smiled at Holly who sounded not so pleased with what Annette did. At the end, she wiggled her finger and points to Holly.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about Holly dear~" She said as she continued pointing at Holly's face. "Your emotions getting the better of you." she continued on, reaching for the brit's ass once again and fondle it softly once again. "I can feel your emotions like how I feel your cute fat butt. Making yourself very easy to read." She lectured on as she just do what she pleases on Holly, cupping a generous feel of the brit's bubbly butt. Annette retreated shortly after. Taking a stand in front of Holly. "Okay, come at me with all you got, hit me or something." She said as she gestured for Holly to make a move on her.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Eek!” Holly yelped, as Annette groped and kneaded her pillowy white ass with her fingers. The buxom British Bombshell jumped a bit, a scowl etched onto her face. Holly’s cheeks were bright red, the Brith blushing hard at being groped yet again by Annette.

“We’ll see who gets the best of whom,” Holly muttered, some edge in her voice as she stood across the ring from Annette. The woman’s words weren’t entirely lost on Holly, but the Brit wasn’t yet in a mood to listen. Reaching back, letting her generous breasts thrust forward over her Loser’s Championship, Holly unfastened the belt and let it fall to the canvas.

She then took a wrestling stance- at least, as close to one as she could get, with her ample bosom swaying in the breeze. Then, Holly would lunge forward, trying to lock up with Annette. Holly’s plan was to take firm hold of Annette, heft her up into the air, then try and throw her down hard with a body slam. Arms clearly extended for a grapple, one high and one low, it likely didn’t take much to read the woman’s opening move- and Holly didn’t seem to notice or care!