Danielle Degardin vs. Ossi Shamar - First-to-Five Humiliation Selfie Match

[CaptainL]

This was almost too easy. Danielle didn't even have to do anything to reverse Ossi's attack back on her; all she did was sidestep her charge and let momentum do its work. Sure enough, Ossi went right into the ropes, the motion slingshotting her backward and into Danielle's path, as the redhead stuck out her knee so that Ossi would come careening into it. But just as it struck, there would be a moment where they were face to face - and there, Danielle smirked, looking into her eyes.

"My dear, if you're about to crash...it helps to slow down," Dani muttered mockingly. If Ossi hadn't already crumpled, she would move to shove at her shoulders, trying to take her to the ground.

[arktriumph]

Stumbling back at Danielle after bouncing off the ropes, Ossi was an easy mark, crashing straight into the Frenchwoman's outstretched knee.

"Ouughh!" she blurted, bending forward as the air was thwacked out of her, and in that quick instant she found herself staring into Danielle's beauteous features. She opened her mouth to try and formulate some retort to the woman's teasing, but before she got the chance, Danielle gave the unsteady Arab beauty a shove to her shoulders.

And with that simple shove the Syrian heiress went down again, collapsing ignominiously onto her back and clutching at her aching abs. In a fluster, she tried to shuffle backwards away from Danielle, a desperate maneuver hoping she might by enough time to get her breath back before Danielle continued this interminable embarrassment!

[CaptainL]

Danielle saw the moment where Ossi had made eye contact with her, and it was at that moment when she knew the Syrian heiress had fallen directly into her trap. Ossi knew she had her! With a smirk, Danielle shoved back on Ossi's shoulders, and that proved enough to cause her to plant on the mat below.

Ossi wouldn't stay in one place for long, attempting to crawl away from her foe. Danielle, however, was prepared for that. With Ossi staggered and having to crawl backward on all fours, she wasn't going to get very far. Bringing her hands down to rest on her hips, the ex-model struck a confident and well-practiced pose before her foot shot out to stomp down on Ossi's chest! If that worked, she would keep it there, pressing down on the girl's sternum to hold her in place.

"I'm sorry, were you going somewhere?~"

[arktriumph]

Things were getting out of hand now for Ossi. After the disastrous first fall that left her weakened and breathless, it seemed the pace of the match showed no signs of slowing down. Her awkward, undignified shuffle backwards in an attempt to escape Danielle's clutches was swiftly thwarted when the model advanced, having no intention of letting the Arab beauty gain any respite.

"UNNHHH!" Ossi as Danielle's boot descended on her chest, flattening the Syrian heiress to the canvas effortlessly. She moaned as her opponent pressed down on her sternum, pinning her in place beneath her. The mocking jeers of the crowd started up again as they could see Ossi Shamar once again losing control of the match. "Gnnhh... you can't ... treat me like this!" she blustered ineffectually as she clasped Danielle's ankle, trying to dislodge her tormentor as she writhed beneath her boot.

[CaptainL]

Despite all the efforts the frustrated Ossi was putting up to get a word in edgewise, none of them would move Danielle. How could she? She was dominating the match so far, and she had brought Ossi down with ease, keeping the heiress pinned to the mat with a single foot! She had to be doing something right if she could achieve this sort of success. Dani could only hope her good fortune here would send a message to all those boors who had the gall to say she couldn't wrestle!

Ossi tried to resist, grabbing and pushing at the redhead's bestockinged ankle to try and shove her away, but it did little to help her. Danielle only drove her ankle down harder into her opponent's breastbone, grinding it back and forth to put on the pain and stifle Ossi's struggles. She tossed back her hair and faced the crowd with a haughty smile, grinning and resting her hands on her hips, before she looked back at the downed girl with a sinister smirk on her face. "Oh, really, now? So far, it certainly looks like I am.~"

[arktriumph]

This was intolerable! Ossi knew full well the pitiful picture she must have made, writhing around helplessly beneath the boot of her haughty opponent. Danielle was making an absolute fool of her!

"Aiiegghh!" she squealed as Danielle ground her heel even harder against the Syrian's sternum, keeping her flat on the mat and igniting fresh pain in her chest. Her hands clawed at the Frenchwoman's shapely thigh to no avail. She had no leverage and the more she struggled the more the jeers of the fans cut into her ears. She couldn't lose another bout so soon - not like this!

Eventually in desperation, Ossi stopped trying to push Danielle's foot off of her chest, instead laying her hands by her sides and attempting to swing on leg up as high and hard as she could, hoping to deliver a kick to her tormentor's backside that would hopefully at the very least knock her off balance and give Ossi a chance to get out of this humiliating predicament.

[CaptainL]

Danielle chuckled, looking down at the helpless and motionless form of her opponent. With how she was holding her down with the barest minimum of effort, Dani felt like she already had this in the bag. The fact it was coming to her so easily only made it that much more enticing for her. This was her rightful place, and she was only convinced of this more and more by the results she was seeing!

With her attempt at pushing Danielle's leg away proving ineffectual, Ossi would get a little more forceful, reaching up to dig at her thigh. This time, it was enough to break through the redhead's composure, as she shuddered and bent forward from the burning sensation of the nails against the smooth, soft skin she took such pride in. "Ow-! Stop that!" But rather than get Danielle to step off of her, the attack would only make things worse for the Syrian. Danielle glared down at her, her teeth clenched, and pressed her foot harder against Ossi's chest, rubbing it more firmly into her sternum to try and get her to back down.

Ossi would soon see this plan wasn't working. She was going to need another way out - and, out of desperation, she swung her leg up. In a stroke of fate, the toe of her boot planted against Danielle's rear, and with a yelp, the ex-model fell forward, dropping to her hands and knees on the mat. Ossi was free - but Danielle was only getting angrier, as she glared back at her foe as her hand rubbed at her hip to try and dull the pain. "Hmph..! How lowly! How underhanded!" Danielle did not give much thought to the hypocricy of her statement, or at least she didn't say anything on the subject.

[arktriumph]

Ossi let out a gasp of relief as the pressure from her chest was removed. Her boot connected squarely with the Frenchwoman's rear, knocking Danielle forward and sending the model sprawling onto her hands and knees. With a groan of effort Ossi rolled sideways out of reach and struggled to her knees, rubbing her aching chest with both hands.

At the sound of Danielle's words Ossi glared at her indignantly, rising unsteadily to her feet. Her pride pricked from the accusation, she planted her hands on her hips, glowering at her opponent.

"You accuse me of such behavior?" she exclaimed shrilly. "I am an heiress and will not be spoken to like this! Get up, and I'll show you I need no low, underhanded tricks to put you in your place!" The declaration made the fans hoot and jeer mockingly, the first fall still fresh in their minds. Ossi, on the other hand, was oblivious to the foolhardiness of her statement, eagerly sinking into a wrestling stance and preparing to lock up with Danielle as soon as the Frenchwoman was on her feet again.

[CaptainL]

A mere moment ago, Danielle was proud and assured, confident that she had her rightful place as the queen bee of this ring, and that Ossi was paying for her insolence. But in just a few seconds, everything was reversed, as Danielle was swiftly and comically bowled over by a boot to her behind as she crashed down onto all fours. Now, all that was yanked away from her, and she was filled with a fury, desperate to get back at Ossi for ruining such a moment! Clenching her teeth, Dani heard a chuckle come up from the crowd at the sight of her landing, to which she was quick to respond to with a withering glare that caused the offending heckler to go silent. With a huff, the redhead straightened herself, spinning back around to Ossi as she dusted herself off.

"Fine, then!" Danielle spat, as she came in closer to lock up with Ossi. Staring the Syrian dead in the eye, she pushed against her, trying to bring her weight forward to jostle for control. "If you really can prove yourself worthy of my time through your own merits, show me! Give me your best shot!"

It seemed that Danielle was, for once, actually making an effort at wrestling rather than relying on her cheating ways to save her. Typically, she came up short compared to her opponents, believing in her natural talent and the fact she was owed success rather than making any meaningful attempt to train. Would Ossi be any different?

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Ossi tensed her muscles, scowling furiously at Danielle, who herself seemed equally angry at the recent turn of events that had given Ossi a brief measure of freedom. The two arrogant women advanced on each other and locked up jostling for position.

"Nghhh!" Ossi moaned as she tried to hold her ground against the model, but soon found herself pushed back a step, her lack of conditioning and preparation now showing as she tried to match Danielle's strength. Soon it became apparent that she would not be overpowering the woman anytime soon.

Realising she needed to take a different approach, the Syrian heiress attempted to break free of the grapple, instead attempting to shift to the side and grab Danielle by the arm, trying to twist the Frenchwoman into a painful armbar to finally exert herself on the match.