“Right through this hallway, Miss Matheson,” the stage hand said, pointing Holly down a long hallway toward the LAW medical offices. Holly sighed and walked down the hall. Small white towel in one hand, the British Bombshell tried to dab off the sweat that was making her fair skin shine in the fluorescent lights. Holly was still in her ring gear, having just gone backstage after yet another heartbreaking loss. After the strain she’d just gone through, and the beatdown she’d just received, however, Holly’s ample curves were barely staying in her worn-looking outfit.
The British Bombshell sighed. In her hand was the Loser’s Championship, the belt that Holly had ‘won’ in a hard-fought battle, and she had lived up to that title yet again tonight. The busty British Bombshell looked at the door to the nurse’s office, and groaned, rolling her eyes. Usually after a match, she liked to just slink home (pretty much always with the stink of defeat coming off of her), take a long bath, and get a long massage from her partner. Being the Loser’s Champion, however, apparently put her on enough people’s radar that she couldn’t get away with that one small pleasure, anymore.
“Apparently, LAW management couldn’t have their roster’s new favorite chew toy getting broken,” Holly lamented to herself, pushing open the door and stepping inside. The busty British Bombshell let out a final, chest-heaving sigh as she placed the title belt on a nearby counter. Finding a hospital bed, Holly pulled herself up onto it. “Lord, I hope they don’t ask to weigh me,” Holly mumbled, staring at her prodigious breasts threatening to spill out of her outfit. Gripping the edge of the bed, Holly lightly kicked her feet over the edge and awaited the nurse to come see her and- God willing, she thought- send her on her less-than-merry way.