Culture Clash: British Bombshells vs. The Hoots (Debut Match)

Between Haru's snarkiness and Holly's general lack of helpfulness, Gemma's mood was getting worse by the moment. Red-faced, Gemma struggled and squirmed, but the Hooters girl had her hold locked in tight. Arms flailing about, Gemma couldn't get the tiniest bit of leverage to escape, and that helplessness was doing nothing to improve the British Bombshell's mood.

"Never going to bloody find out, dammit!" Gemma said, to Haru's latest suggestion of a Hooters trip. Gemma wouldn't get much of a chance to stew about it, however, as Haru went back on the move. Haru quickly shifted her legs from punishing Gemma's legs to her waist, grinding the air out of her body before really getting to work. "H-hey!" Gemma protested, as Haru pivoted over, spinning the flailing Bombshell around the ring.

"Squalling stop it, you hot-wing-slinging twit!" Gemma said, crying out her protests as Haru twisted and tumbled the pair of them around the ring. Haru's total control of Gemma's body, spinning and flipping her end-over-end repeatedly, was as amusing to the fans as it was humiliating and frustrating for the Brit! Accustomed to more direct brawls, Gemma had never been put in a hold like this before, and had no idea what she could do, to counter it. Fumbling and flailing, there was nothing for Gemma to do but try to ride it out, and see where things were going.

Dizzy, exhausted and embarrassed, Gemma had no idea which way was up until she realized that Haru had her trapped in a pinfall! "N-no!" Gemma said, crying out in a panic as she realized how close she was to being beaten by Haru, so quickly. Taking everything she had, Gemma bucked her hips, shifting her weight as much as she could to power out of the pinfall.

"Two!"

With a loud groan of effort, Gemma managed to twist her body upright and roll out of the pinfall. Gemma shook her head wildly, white braids flailing in either direction. Looking out to the apron, Gemma barely got her partner Holly into view before she started over toward her to tag out. Still dizzy from Haru's twisting and turning, it was all the British Bombshell could do to keep upright until she reached the ropes, diving for the hot tag! Holly accepted the tag quickly, despite the look of trepidation on her face.

Ducking between the ropes, Holly rushed into the ring with determination in her eyes. Watching Haru manhandle and dominate her partner had given Holly the impression that it was all up to her, to take control of this match and get them the leg up on the Hoots that they were desperately needing. Building up a head of steam, the Bombshell rushed in and launched herself at Haru in simple, direct fashion. Launching her buxom body into the air, extending her limbs as far as she could, Holly aimed to come crashing down and take Haru to the mat with a flying cross body block,

One of the primary tenets about being a Hooters girl was to not only prioritize customer satisfaction over all else, but to ensure that the people were having a good time while you were at it!! And if the raucous applause and echoing chuckles from the audience were any indicator, Haru was doing her owl-themed restaurant proud from just how much the people seemed to be rallying behind the Hoots' cause so early on in the match. The British Bombshells having so far been unable to get in a lick of offense since the match's inception, with poor Gemma having been flipped, slammed, and rolled around the ring much to the crowd's delight.  

"Hey, you're the one who wanted some bloody wrestling!!" Haru retorted before putting an end to the rolling spin cycle, propping herself up on her arms while clenching her thighs around Gemma's waist in the impromptu pin fall attempt. Bridging herself upward while nodding along to each one of the ref's slaps against the canvas, Haru let out a disappointed groan once her rather inventive pin attempt was broken up by Gemma squirming and twisting to the side, freeing her from being pinned and from Haru's taut leg muscles in the process.

*Whew, that was totes fun-...Whooa...think I stood up too fast~...* Haru internalized to herself through scrambled thoughts when she attempted to straighten herself back up. The blue-haired Hoot finding that one simple task to be quite the issue as she wavered on her crossing feet, very nearly tripping over herself with a hand on her spaced-out head. The lingering effects of the tumbling rolls hadn't quite worn off yet as Haru still attempted to scan the ring in search of Gemma, only to turn in place towards the Brit's corner to be greeted with Holly's curvy figure hurtling towards her!!

"Oooph!!" Haru's eyes widened as she raised her arms to brace herself for the impact from the flying Brit, but with the amount of speed Holly had already built up along with Haru's diminished reaction time, the dizzied Hoot would be summarily slammed off her feet to a deadening thud by the rudimentary cross body block. Haru's legs jerking skyward before limping collapsing along with the rest of her, the chipper Hoot now having to deal with being dizzied and flattened beneath the posh Brit weighing her down across her heaving torso. Cait winced from seeing her partner get the wind knocked out of her, the grey-haired Hoot now starting a few rousing claps to rouse the audience and get her partner's attention for what was looking like her own turn to be tagged out.

Rolling out under the bottom rope, Gemma got out to the ring apron and took a deep breath. Hair disheveled, ring gear off-center, red-faced with exhaustion and humiliation, the white-haired Bombshell looked to be in a hell of a state. Pulling herself up with the bottom rope, Gemma sat upright on the ring apron. Thank God this was a tag match, she told herself. Looking back over her shoulder, the punky Brit tried to check and see how her partner was faring, and how much she might be able to catch her breath before it was her turn to go back in, and hopefully redeem herself.

Holly seemed to be doing well, off that initial blow. The cross-body had pancaked Haru against the mat, giving the Bombshell a much-needed advantage. Still, Haru had given Gemma a hell of a run-around, and the Hoots had the fans firmly in their back pocket. Something that didn't set well with usual crowd-favorite Holly, at all.

Hoping that Haru was stunned enough that she could have some leeway, the British Bombshell braced herself, and then spun around quickly. Keeping her belly firmly tucked against Haru's, Holly swung her legs around toward the prone Hoot's head, before wrapping her thick thighs around the girl's neck, trapping her face inches from Holly's bum. Bit vulgar, but she told herself the humiliation her partner just got put through justified it.

"How's the view, luv? You lot seem to prize yourself on your breasts and wings ... how about thighs?" Holly teased, smiling coquettishly as she lifted a finger to her lips. Then, the Brit bucked at the hips, thrusting off of Haru's chest so that she could flip the pair of them over. Then, bracing herself on her hands, Holly clenched down on the headscissor, and began to lift her hips a bit more, each buck and thrust bouncing both young women up and down. But where Holly's body would just be given a thorough, crowd-pleasing jiggle, she aimed to be knocking Haru's head down against the mat in punishing fashion!

Given the amount of traction that Haru's high-flying and crowd pleasing antics had helped her in winning the audience over and putting the hurt on Gemma, it seemed all the more tragic to see all of her shenanigans be upended within the blink of an eye. Taking her swirly, dizzied eyes off the prize led to Gemma making the hot tag and her partner swooping in to save face for their team's less than exemplary start.

Haru muttered incoherently beneath the buxom Brit until a fleshy, pressurized squeeze would clamp down on her cranium, the Hoot flinching with one eye peering open to the sight of Holly's plump backside right in front of her and eclipsing her eyesight. Overhearing the posh Brit's snide comments and imagining her smug expression was already enough mental fuel for Haru to at least muster up some semblance of resistance from this humiliating position. The Hoot pawing at the thick, creamy thighs bearing down on her crimson cheeks while, perhaps unwisely, attempting to banter back with the posh Brit.

"Hugh...If ya mus know, I think ya might have...too much meat on yer bones..." Haru smirked after the rather snide remark of her own towards Holly's chubby thighs, at least by Hooters' high standards. Though she was unable to enjoy her clever retort for more than a millisecond before being flipped over to lay atop Holly and continuously have her head battered into the canvas!! Every bucking hip-thrust of Holly's legs would end up slamming Haru's flustered face to great comedic effect from the snickering audience. Once the thorough head-banging had taken it's course and ended, the disoriented and mumbling Hoot would be left hunched over with her shapely rump comically sticking up into the air and her entrapped head still nestled in between Holly's legs...

"You're gonna be alright Haru!! Just gotta hang in there for now!! I know you got this!!" Caitlyn cheerily replied from her corner with a distraught look on her face. Hopping on her toes at ringside, the busty Cait would continue her enthusiastic clapping and words of encouragement to help spur on her partner into making the tag or changing the tide of the match before things got too out of hand. A scenario becoming more and more unlikely as time went on...

Holly was pleased with her dominant position, and how effectively it seemed she'd turned the match around for her team, but that pleasure was more than a little tempered by Haru's snide remark. Holly's thick frame was something of a sore point for the Brit, and always had been. Despite the fact that none of the fans seemed to mind, nor did her paramour and trainer, the Brit never quite felt secure in how much bounce was in her step, despite all her training. Being surrounded by fit and perky young fighters like Haru all the time didn't help that, nor did the fact that she kept losing to them. Now, at least, the curvy Bombshell had an opportunity to take out some of those frustrations. Cheaper than therapy, at least.

With a playful shrug to the crowd, Holly gestured to Haru's presented bottom with all fingers extended. Then, the Brit reeled back and let loose with a loud "smack," a firm slap right across Haru's bottom, to draw further laughs from the crowd. Again uncouth, but it seemed to simply be that kind of match. Besides, it was helping her confidence massively, having the fans back on her side and supporting her. And now that she was in control, Holly felt she had licence to play, a bit.

"Focus, Holly!" Gemma shouted, from ringside. "Kick her arse, don't just play with it!" Gemma's face was still red, her gear still a bit disheveled, but she had a determined look in her eye.

"Ooo-er, Gemma!" Holly said, tossing her silken black hair back with a laugh. Then adding, under her breath, "Just because she kicked your bum ..." Still, her partner had a point. Haru was too good to take that lightly. Giving her one more pump of the hips, Holly slammed Haru's head into the mat once more, then got back to work.

Adjusting her legs' grip on Haru's head, Holly planted her boots on the mat and leaned forward. Gemma was a high-flyer, focused on speed and cleverness in a style popular in modern UK wrestling. Holly, however, represented the "old-school," grappling-based measures of classic British catch wrestling, which she would draw on here. Reaching down, the buxom Bombshell would wrap her arms around Haru's slim waist, locking her wrist in her grip, then pushing up from her legs to come to her full height. From here, Holly would be able to transition to a belly-to-back suplex, looking to swing the prone Hoot through the air before bringing her crashind down hard, right back to the mat!

In a perfect world, the plucky Hooters waitress would be serving up a thorough butt kicking to the posh Brit for all of the insulting commentary and name-calling back from when Haru was putting the screws to Gemma. But every brain scrambling buck of Holly's legs put that perfect world further and further out of the Hoot's reach, each rattling slam making her more light-headed and dazed from within the plump yet constricting confines of Holly's warm thighs. Haru's cheeky and not ill-intended comment about Holly's figure was coming back to bite her in the rear now that she found herself incapable of escaping the clamped on headscissors, and that specific bite would come in the form of a stinging spank to her orange-jeaned rump.

"Yiah!!" Haru yelped sharply from the unforeseen spank to her jiggling backside that earned a genuine chuckle from the audience. The Hoot's blushing, compressed face grimacing and her legs stiffening from the startling embarrassment of having the posh Brit tanning her hide, squirming in feeble resistance before being nailed with one more hip thrust to the canvas and defeatedly slumping back down. It was humiliating and demeaning to be stuck in this position, especially by a snooty Brit who just moments ago was cockily boasting about how easily she could handle the feisty Hoot. The Hoot now begrudgingly admitting to herself that the haughty Brit may be a problem that she didn't quite have the answer to at the moment...not without help anyway.

Disheveled and disoriented, Haru briefly wavered on her legs after she was hoisted back upward by the tightened waistlock behind her. She limply dangled in Holly's arms before being chucked overhead in the well-executed suplex...but perhaps not well-positioned, as it would send the blue-haired Hoot tumbling back into her own corner!! Haru would tuck her legs in and extend them at the last second for a shaky landing on her own two feet before stumbling backwards to rest her back against the padded turnbuckles.

"Well that was lucky~..." Cait cheerfully stated before slapping her weary partner on the shoulder and vaulting over the top ropes as the legal combatant. The riled up audience would pop from the Hoot's sudden entrance as she sprinted up to Holly. Hopefully before she could turn around in time to see and dodge the fully-steamed spear to her soft gut and looking to mow her back down to the canvas!!

As Holly arched her spine to complete the suplex, the roar of the crowd filled her ears. The buxom Brit felt like she was back on top for the moment, and that alone fetl amazing. The fact that she had been throwing around a girl who had previously manhandled and humiliated her partner was just icing on a rather fun cake, of course. Here she was, completeley dominating a match for the first time in ... well, her life, actually, and by God, she was going to own that!

Completing the suplex, Holly didn't even look back to see the effects. The crowd was roaring, as she stepped forward out of the move. That was all she needed to know. The adorable little Hoot had been chucked end-over-end, and Holly was starting to feel more confident than she'd felt in-ring, for some time. The Bombshell raised her arms, before tucking one against her belly and ducking low for a deep bow, smiling genuinely for the crowd.

"Holly!" Gemma cried out, hands cupped over her mouth. Holly only offered a second bow to her friend and tag partner, missing Gemma's tone completely. Instead, the buxom Brit only grinned wider, expecting to turn around and be faced with a suffering Haru.

Spinning around on her heel in an almost perfect pirhouette, Holly was greeting with something else entirely. "W-wait," she said, gasping as she saw the silver-haired Cait rushing into the ring. "Wait!" Which, of course, did nothing to slow Cait as she came flying into her with a brutal spear!

Cait came in right across Holly's soft belly, knocking the wind right out of her. "Hhhhgggnnnn!" Holly groaned, as her body was folded right in half. Completely unprepared for the move, Holly took the full brunt of the spear. Legs kicked up, head snapped down, the Brit was knocked right off her boots. Her snugly-fitted ring gear crumpled as readily as her body, some slight snapping in the frame of her bodice. Holly's snugly-fitted hemline crumpled, allowing much of her generous bosom to come spilling out of her ring gear and giving the fans a cheer-inducing view of her soft, milky breasts.

Falling to the mat, the Brit was left panting and gasping for air. Gemma stared at Holly, jaw slack, completely amazed both at the display her partner was putting on, and at her ability to completely and utterly eat that spear in the worst way humanly possible. The Brits had lost control of the match in an instant, with nothing they could do to get it back, at the moment. Red-faced, and suffering, sniffling, Holly curled into a ball on the ring mat and began struggling for all her might to get her buoyant chest back into the confines of her ring gear. If it had just been the spear, she might have recovered in time to defend herself. As it was, Holly could only cast a worried glance over at Cait, as she fought to get her freely bouncing bosom back under control before the crowd got a really good look at her. "N-not fair!"

Plowing into Holly with the unadulterated force of a professional linebacker, Cait repelled back to her knees with a dramatic backward flourish of her flowing locks. The sympathetic groans and wild cheers for the gut-busting maneuver swaying the crowd back in the Hoot's favor. Taking a book out of her partner's advertising playbook, the grey haired Hoot would pinch the sides of her skimpy t-shirt and stretch it at both sides. Accentuating the Hooters logo with a sultry wink much to the audience's delight, the kinky advertisement perhaps signaling that Holly was in for just as much of a wild ride as Gemma was not too long ago...

"Whoops!!" Cait balked with her fingers over her mouth from looking downward to witness Holly's severe wardrobe malfunction, the posh Brit's voluptuous chest bouncing free from her loose fitting outfit. The Hoot certainly feeling embarrassed for the both of them once Holly's sumptuous bosom was being broadcast from the monolithic Titantron, Cait slyly attempting to assist Holly in covering herself up by using one of her hands to pull up on the hemline of her outfit.

"I guess you're right, that wasn't entirely fair. But pride does come before the fall...and that was quite the fall." Cait mischievously remarked with a wholesome smile while standing back up. With Holly laid out dead center in the middle of the ring, the grey-haired Hoot already had their next plan of attack well scouted, but she was gonna need some assistance from her hopefully still cognizant partner. "Hey, are you up for a little payback?" she asked while turning back to face her.

"...*pant*...Heh, like you haveta ask? By the way, I totally planned everything out for me to land in the corner like that." Haru blatantly lied with a smirk while pushing herself out of the corner to lean against the ropes on one side of the ring. She was still fairly disoriented from having Holly clean her clock, but the tantalizing prospect of performing this next maneuver was well worth effort of pushing herself through the lingering dizziness.

"...*giggle*...Oh, I know..." Cait cheerfully replied while taking her own position on the opposite side of the ring, both Hoots now waiting patiently while they bided their time in eager anticipation. Clenching their hands on the top rope behind them, the smirking Hoots would teasingly shake their rear ends against the middle ropes while the restless audience recognized the setup well in advance. Both Hoots would soon begin to simultaneously pump their fists in the air to rouse and lead the audience with emphatically repeated "HOOT!!!" chants...

As Holly began to prop herself back up on her knees, both Hoots would sprint forward and twist in place to smoosh the ever-living daylights out of Holly's posh face!! The Hoots performing a double hip bump with their plump backsides, compressing her cranium from both sides in the Deadly Peach tag team maneuver!! Resounding cheers and applause punctuated the moment on cue with both Hoots extending their arms to ruffle up their hair and pose provocatively. After several prolonged seconds of sultry twerking and shaking their bubbly butts to quite literally rub it in Holly's face, the smiling Hoots would mercifully step forward and allow the posh bombshell freedom from the infamous maneuver.

Holly's face turned a bright red. It was no easy task to struggle her bouyant chest back into her top, even with Cait's surprising help. The crowd's cheers had been loud, ranging from the shocked to the supportive to the downright lewd. None of which helped the Bombshell's state of mind. Her partner Gemma, meanwhile, was simply staring up at the Titan Tron broadcast, almost in disbelief. So she wasn't going to be too much help, unfortunately. Once Holly had finally collected herself, she'd lost all sense of her own position in the ring, as well as her opponents'. A mistake that was just about to cost her, dearly.

The crowd had cheered for Cait's flirty product placement, and chanted along in anticipation as the Hoots set up the Deadly Peach. Pushing herself back up to her knees, Holly was looking around the arena in wide-eyed bewilderment. Caught up in her own wardrobe issues, she hadn't been able to follow any of the context clues about what was coming her way. Gemma, meanwhile, had finally able to tear her eyes away from the Titan Tron, and get them back on the ring. All too late.

"Holly, look out!" Gemma shouted, as the Hoots rushed into the center of the ring, in tandem. Holly looked from side to side, seeing her opponent's bodies careening at her with terrible speed. The Brit realized immediately, though, that there was no way she was dodging this one. She looked forward, the camera catching the comically pathetic look of defeat on her face, right before that face was squished hard between two orange-clad bums!

"Aaaauugh," Holly whined, as the two girls twerked up and down her face, mercilessly. All the posh Brit could see was flashes of orange, all she could feel were the Hoot's toned bottoms pummeling her face. That, and the flash photography going whild, in the crowd. "Nnnnnn," Holly whimpered, as her head got shoved back and forth, smothered and covered as the Hoots posed over her suffering. Gemma simply ran her hand down her face, the second-hand embarrassment of her partner taking that move (and everything that came with it) being more than enough to keep the punk's normally smart mouth shut.

When the Hoots finally pulled away, which took much longer in Holly's head than it likely did in real life, her face was a deep crimson color. She lulled lazily from side to side, for a moment, visibly exhausted. Then, finally, the Brit dropped. Falling to her back, arms and legs spread out side, it was all Holly could do to keep staring up at the arena lights, and try to recover from the painful and humiliating ordeal of the Deadly Peach!

Triumphantly striding forward with their arms draped over each-others shoulders, the bombastic Hoots would conclude their notoriously titillating and increasingly popular double team maneuver for a quick photo op towards the flashing cameras. The busty waitresses smiling brightly with fan support now firmly back in their favor with the roaring crowd's raucous "HOOT!!" chants, all thanks to some aptly named fan-service. While not exceptionally painful per se, it wasn't difficult to imagine the extensive damage to Holly's pride. An entire audience getting a hardy chuckle out of seeing the haughty and sophisticated Brit get her face bopped and smothered by the plump derriere's of the perky waitresses~...

"...*whew*...There, I think I roughed her up enough for ya. She's all yours, partner..." Haru cheerfully exclaimed before teasingly bumping her hip beside her fellow's Hoot's backside, the blue-haired Hoot gladly retreating to her corner to take a well-deserved siesta. Of course she knew full well that Holly had her frazzled and was doing quite the number on her before the well-timed rescue of her busty cohort, but she had to save face here, and poking fun at her own slip-up was her way of handling it. She had a great opening, aside from a slight hiccup towards the end there, but this was most definitely her time to recoup and recover while her partner took center stage.

"Thanks for that...*giggle*...I'm not sure how I could have done it without you." Cait said before striding back towards the fallen bombshell. Glancing down at the flustered Brit with the rosy complexion, Cait did feel a twinge of remorse from practically posterizing Holly in their Deadly Peach tag maneuver. The unflattering image of her smushed face was guaranteed to at the very least be a part of this year's Hoots calendar. Which was normally a great honor for any regular Hoot employee, but Cait suspected that Holly would be less than thrilled at the prospect.  

"Call me crazy, but I kinda agree with Haru. I think you'll really look slamming in a Hooter's uniform~..." Cait earnestly said while looking down at Holly. Compliments aside though, Cait would then raise and flex the strained bicep on her right arm. Caitlyn demonstrating what makes her the muscle of the group before kissing her bulging bicep and collapsing down for a hefty elbow drop atop Holly's pillowy chest. Cait remained laid out across Holly for the pin attempt, although rather than securing the Brit's legs, the Hoot would bend her leg and flick her hair with a sunny smile towards the crowd that showcased her pearly whites. Looking more like she was posing for the Sports Illustrated swimsuit catalogue than anything else...

"1!"