Rain vs. Lamya: Humiliation Bed Match

Lamya found herself forced to ask a decisive question: was it more important to make the match entertaining, or to keep her victory secure? Unfortunately, she already knew what the answer had to be. First and foremost this job was about the show, her record was an afterthought. That being decided, she really wasn't looking forward to whatever humiliations this angry little girl had in store for her if she just let her go. For a moment she even considered leaning in and explaining to Rain how she could escape the leg scissors, but being too friendly would undo all of the psychological damage she'd inflicted so far. Finally the matter was decided when Lamya noticed how tired her legs were getting from keeping up the pressure and how long it may take to break the girl with just this.

Begrudgingly, the Kuwaiti Kawaii gave a huff of annoyance at the obstinate blonde before releasing her from the scissors. As not to make this seem like charity she quickly followed this up by shoving Rain away from her with both her hands and feet. "Have it your way, but you are only making things worse for yourself... Little girl."

Lamya fully understood Rain's frustration at the 'soft' stipulation on many of these matches, and particularly with the implication that they shouldn't be jumping on the bed (at least for their own safety!). Submissions were her fallback, while her bread and butter was high kicks. Kicking was exceptionally difficult to do when kneeling.

In some small way she was actually glad to see how much fight Rain still had left in her. This match would have been rather disappointing, especially to the fans, if the leg scissors had begun and ended the match all at once. That being said Lamya was slightly less pleased when she was struck, almost a forceful shove, in the belly. With a cute little squeak she flopped over onto her back with a billowing of loose clothing and quickly turned onto her side. Instinctively one long, dangerous leg lifted into a striking position with its foot inclined toward Rain's face but froze. Damn, can't kick like that... Momentarily frozen by a gap in her preparation, namely what to do when she can't kick people in the head, the veiled fighter simply lay there with her leg raised in an awkward but threatening manner.

Lamya realized immediately that her hesitation was going to cost her. She had envisioned a few different ways this could end badly for her; not the least of which being the girl trying to tug off her pajama pants. But nothing she guessed at happened. Almond eyes actually smiled as Rain attempted to simply crawl onto her opponent, as if she would just allow herself to be mounted. It was actually adorably optimistic.

As the blonde tried to climb on top of her Lamya set her raised leg against the girl's side and gave her body a practiced little twist, using her leg like a lever to push Rain over and set them both onto their sides once again. Regardless of whether or not the girl would prevent this maneuver the Kuwaiti would grab a hold of her opponent's shoulders in a sort of gentle lock-up, only as an excuse to lean in and speaking quietly, both her attitude and accent thinned, "It looks like you don't know what to do either, hmm? Humiliation is not something I have practiced." In contrast to how she'd behaved earlier this seemed like an entirely different Lamya, her tone congenial and light. If this match was going to make for a good spectacle these two were going to have to figure something out.

So much for friendly competition! Lamya pulled her hands back quickly from Rain's shoulders in a desperate effort to keep the girl form stripping her and clutched her arms to the front of her shirt. This would, at least for now, keep her chest from being exposed and make it something of a struggle to get the shirt over the Kuwaiti's head; but it did allow for her entire midsection and back to be quickly bared as the over-sized garment engulfed her head and shoulders. "Ack! Nooo!" She didn't particularly like having her veil come off during a match, being topless was quite a bit worse!

Lamya clung onto her shirt as tightly as she was able, but the proposition was ultimately a fruitless one. Inch by inch she could feel the cotton drawing away revealing her olive skin to the viewers at home. "N-No! No no no!" Eventually the garment slipped fully from her grasp and into Rain's possession and took with it the girl's headscarf. In only a few seconds time Lamya had been left naked from the waist up, arms clinging tightly to her chest now that they were the only thing hiding her fleshy globes.

Dark eyes stared at the blonde girl in shock, or perhaps just panic. The expression on her newly revealed face asked 'why', although she knew the answer: because they had to. Black ringlets fell down around Lamya's shoulders as she drew back from Rain in an attempt to regroup. Blushing from head to toe she knelt in the middle of the bed covering her considerable endowments with both arms and wearing only a pair of loose flannel pajama pants. She was quickly trying to assess whether or not she could continue like this, or if she was done already. She really didn't want her tits broadcast across international television, but this was just so soon!

No, she had to continue, somehow. Exasperated Lamya's breaths came quick and heavy causing her breasts to rise and fall dramatically in her arms. For a moment it looked like she might actually cry, but kept control of herself for now at least. Unfortunately, she did spend way too long recovering from the shock and inaction was often expensive.