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

When the Hoots finally pulled away, leaving Holly to flop down to the mat, she could still hear their voices. Holly scowled, listening to them giggle and carry on, as she was left to wallow in her humiliation. Flat on her back, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath and keep herself from breaking down into tears any worse than she already had, she couldn't help but feel like the Hoots were rubbing it in. Figuratively, after doing so literally.

"Nnuhh," Holly moaned, as Cait assessed Holly's measurements. Weakly, she lifted her arm, and tried to bat away the Hooters girl's attention. Unfortunately, she didn't see the Hooters girl coming down with a hard elbow, right to Holly's chest. "Hooooofff!" Holly exclaimed, air driven out of her lungs as Cait's elbow drove hard into her sofly yielding chest! Holly writhed under her cocky, posing opponent, looking and feeling even more pathetic as Cait went for a dominant-looking pinfall.

After getting her head indignantly bounced about between the bubbly bums of her opponents, all she really wanted to do was curl into a ball and wait for all this to be over. The physical pain was one thing- that she could get over with some recovery time. The shame of it, however, was proving far less easy to shake off.

When Holly felt the weight of Cait settling in on top of her, going for the pinfall, she was tempted to simply lie back and take it. After what she'd just been through, the hoots and cheers of the fans still echoing in her ears, would taking a loss here be any more humiliating? However, her partner at ringside had a very different impression of the whole thing.

"Are you serious?" Gemma said, as soon as Cait started going down for the pin, Gemma was on the move. She had a good deal of ground to cover and not much time to do it, in. Bracing herself with her hands on the top rope, Gemma used that handhold to vault herself onto the top rope. From there, she pumped her toned legs, and launched herself into the air, flying impressively at the two women mid-ring, elbow extended!

"TWO!" the ref called out, just before Gemma came crashing down onto Cait's back to knock her off of the helpless Holly. Rocked to her side, Holly managed to get a shoulder up, hearing the crowd come alive for Gemma's stunt.

"Is that really what you want to go down to?" Gemma asked, as she pushed herself off of Cait. The ref was immediately in her face, ordering her out of the ring. Gemma backed off, complying, but slowly. She seemed a bit more concerned with giving her partner a hard time, over her near-fall.

Scowling, Holly pushed herself up to a seated position. She was irritated, but she had to admit Gemma was right. Pushing her hair out of her face, Holly started to push herself upright. "All right, all right!" Holly said, arms tucked tight to nurse her aching breasts. "If it'll get you to schtum, I'll start kicking her bum!"

As relaxed and confident Cait appeared to be while she posed extravagantly over the winded Brit, she was earnestly banking on Holly breaking free from the pin before the match could be settled on something as trivial as an elbow drop. One of the solemn duties of being a Hooters representative was ensuring customer satisfaction. In this case that meant putting on a bombastic and titillatingly match before the good people hopefully chose to wet their whistle and fill their stomachs at the nearby chicken wing repository.

Not to say Cait didn't feel some cathartic enjoyment from feeling the posh Brit wriggle and squirm beneath her while she showed off her chipper smile and sumptuous frame to the obvious appeal of their nearby fandom. The referee's emphatic "TWO!!" sounding off milliseconds before the Air Raid made good on her nickname as she vaulted clear across the ring to impale her elbow square into the lower back of the grey-haired Hoot. "GAH!!!" Cait yelped before bouncing off of Holly and rolling to the sides to nurse her aching spine on her hand and knees while the audience popped for the display of acrobatics.

"Aww come ON!!!" Haru angrily exclaimed while she fiercely gripped the top rope from witnessing the blatant interference. Vague memories of their first match against the McNally's crew reminded Haru that tag teams around here seemed to have no qualms bending the rules in their favor like that. So the spirited Hoot opted to do as the Romans do by leaping over the top rope herself and making a beeline straight for the haughty Brit from behind. While there was a plethora of options for the blue-haired Hoot, Haru already had the perfect idea to further dole out sweet, sweet vengeance to Holly~...

With a cartoonishly devious grin and a twinkly sparkle in her eyes, Haru would slyly tip-toe behind Holly and sneak into her blindspot as the Brit climbed back to her feet. Haru's grandiose scheme would be dramatically unfurled as she clenched onto the waistline of Holly's prissy white outift and aggressively tugged upward three times in succession for the massive wedgie!! The crowd pleasing spectacle culminating with an emphatic spank to the Brit's pale but still pleasantly pudgy rump before releasing her outfit!!

Cait only had the audience's applause to venture a guess as to what was transpiring behind her, the Hoot wincing with one eye fixated on Gemma being ushered back to her corner by the referee. The high flying elbow drop had stunted her movements and still left lingering pains in her spine, but should Gemma approach the winded Hoot on her way to assist Holly, Cait would spring to life and wrap her arms around Gemma's slim waist. The grey-haired Hoot screaming out in adrenalized exertion as she hoisted Gemma several feet off the air before attempting to implant the Brit's own backside on Cait's bent knee in the Atomic Drop!!

As Gemma was getting barked back to her corner, she could see Haru making her way into the ring. "Oi, ref! Ref, turn about! Oi!" Which the ref obviously cared nothing about, as she was still trying to usher Gemma out of the ring after her own interference. Unfortunately, it seemed Holly was completely on her own ...

"What is she doing?" Holly asked, staring at her partner trying to struggle and squirm around the protesting ref. "So undignifieeeiIIIIEEEEE!!!" Holly's admonitions were cut completely short, unfortunately, as Haru grabbed the waistline of her ring gear, and gave it a merciless yank! In an instant, the fabric was stretched and pulled agonizingly deep into Holly's pillowy bottom, and the Brit was left a startled, teary-eyed mess.

"EEEEE!!" Holly continued to wail, as she went up on her toes in a desperate attempt to relief the agonizing pain. Her hands went down to her front, trying to preserve some of her modesty and alleviate some pain by pulling down on the fabric covering the front of her thighs. As she squirmed and suffered with the wedgie, the Brit's soft, milky bum jiggled and bounced for the audience's pleasure. "Eeeehhhh," she whimpered, trying to turn away, the humiliation clear on her face as the fans got a full view of her bum. "Ssttaaahhhp!" she protested, weakly. Then, things got even worse, as she saw Haru's hand raised.

"Uuuhhhh, nnnoooo," Holly whined, shaking her head vigorously in protest. "Plleeeaaaasee~" Haru didn't relent, however, pummelling Holly's jiggling backside, leaving a clear, bright red, and absolutely humiliating red hand print! As soon as Haru finally released her, Holly would stagger forward, whimpering, before falling flat onto her face. There she would lay, nursing her wounds, with her bottom protruding straight up into the air as the crowd laughed.

"God-sodding squibbling bint!" Gemma cursed at the ref, getting ready to duck past her and get back to the action- only to be cut short by Cait, whom the Brit had completely lost track of! Rushing in, Gemma got scooped up by her slender waist, and hoisted helplessly, high into the air. Then, before she knew what was happening, the punky and spunky Brit was powered down hard onto Cait's knee for the atomic drop!

"Eep!" Gemma squealed, as her tailbone got rocked on Cait's knee. She bounced off the powerful atomic drop, staggering back helplessly. Stumbling toward the ropes, the Brit was so eager to escape, and so uncontrolled in her flailing after that hard impact, that she went spilling over the top rope, and tumbling to the floor below! Still laying with her punished posterior on prominent display, Holly could only barely look up to see that she was completely alone in the ring, now!

Despite the fact that bedlam and general anarchy was unfolding within the match, the fans in attendance apparently couldn't have been more pleased with the referee's loss of control over the proceedings! The riled up crowd letting out a hardy laugh from seeing Holly flail and squirm from having her white outfit now flossing her plump butt cheeks, seconds before loudly popping for the high impact Atomic Drop that bounced Gemma off of Cait's knee with enough momentous force to have the Brit stumble over the top rope!!

"It's not just breasts, wings, and thighs we specialize in. We also serve up a pretty mean rump roast!!" Haru mischievously exclaimed with her hands on her hips and an impish smile down towards the fidgeting Brit. She was beaming proudly after seeing the results of her naughty efforts, knowing full well that going for a slam or strike from behind wouldn't have been nowhere near as much fun as giving the posh Brit a taste of her own medicine, and then some. "Hmm...or is it called pork butt?...Meh, rump roast is funnier~..." Haru briefly scratched her head in thought once the meat phrases started to get out of hand before shrugging her shoulders and approaching her tag partner.

"Whew...guess I can't leave you alone for two seconds, can I?" Haru merrily stated while offering a helping hand to hoist Cait back to her feet, grunting out loud from doing just that. After having such an exhausting first few minutes of the match, Haru could have really gone for a few more seconds of R & R. But when your partner needs you, it's a little easier to find the energy to spring into action.

"Nggh...that felt like longer than two seconds, but thanks." Cait appreciatively replied before straightening out her back, visibly flinching from the lingering back pains due entirely from Gemma's earlier elbow drop. Hauling Gemma up into the air for the Atomic Drop didn't exactly alleviate those aches in her spine. But Cait knew she'd have to tough it out for now while the Hoots temporarily had the advantage over both Brits.

Heh~...Alright, I'll show Gemmy how us Hoots take to the air, and I think miss stick up her butt would like to have a chat with ya~..." Haru said with a hardy slap on Cait's back to get her partner's mind back in the game before jogging to their side. Lining herself up perfectly with the Air Raid siren at ringside, Haru would hop in place to psyche herself before dashing off to the opposite ropes. Bouncing off of them granted her some extra speed to her steps as she rocketed back towards Gemma before attempting the aptly named suicide dive through the top and middle ropes!! Hopefully having a soft and squishy Brit to land upon when she goes flying...

"Alright now~..." Cait ominously stated while standing over Holly, the Hoot stomping one of her feet onto the Brit's jiggling derriere. Complimenting the reddened hand print on one of Holly's butt cheeks with some sneakered treadmarks on the other. "I think I remember hearing you say something about kicking my bum~..." The cheery tone in Cait's voice would do little to mask her true intentions as she proceeded to reach down and wrap her arms around Holly's waist to dramatically haul the Brit back up with one muscled motion. Once vertical again, Cait would twist Holly in place and heave her over one of Cait's shoulder's. With her thonged rear on full display to the crowd's delight and directly next to Cait's smiling face, the Hoot would jostle Holly in place to reaffirm her grip before taking off in a dashing spring towards one of the corners. By ducking low at the last second, Cait intended to deliver yet another charging spear to Holly's tender gut, though with this one leaving her propped up against the corner.

"Bloody! Slagging! Clusterbugger!" Gemma hissed the words at ringside, as the crowd erupted in applause at the chaos that had broken out in the match. The Hoots, for all of their ridiculous product placement and peppy crowd work, were soundly handing the British girls their asses. Gemma almost felt like the whole match was a big joke that she and her partner were the butt of. Speaking of, Gemma had pushed herself back to her feet, after the hard atomic drop had bounced her out of the ring, and was rubbing vigorously at her punished backside. It was galling, getting dumped out of the ring like so much trash, but the punk Brit wasn't about to just take it! No, sir! Turning around, Gemma prepared a few choice words for their bubbly foes, ready to reassert herself in the ring and hopefully inspire her partner to turn things around! That was, until she turned around just in time to catch a glimpse of the high-flying Haru, hurtling toward her with a suicide dive!

"No!" Gemma cried out, as the slender woman came hurtling out of the ring and hit her like a bolt, square in the chest. The Brit went tumbling beneath her foe, the force of the impact bringing both bodies tumbling to the barricade. But while Haru got to use Gemma's soft body to cushion her landing, Gemma had nothing but the rough, hard floor and merciless steel barricade. "Oooh~" Gemma moaned, after her head had been banged hard against the barricade. The look in the Brit's eyes was spacey, uncomprehending, as her head lulled lazily from side to side. Arms and legs spread akimbo, face looking like a dizzy cartoon character, Gemma was clearly out of the fight, for the time being!

Meanwhile, in the ring, Holly's humiliation seemed to be continuing at a steady pace. The 'rump roast' taunts echoed in Holly's ears, as she felt the fabric of her ring gear still digging into her plump bottom. Face down on the mat, bum stuck up in the air for all to see, Holly could feel Cait's shoe come down on her curvy backside. "Owww!" the Bombshell whimpered, "Not fair!" Holly's face was a bright red, as her nearly-exposed bottom continued to draw better cheers than her wrestling had ever gotten! Hot tears were running down Holly's face as Cait scooper her up and mounted the Brit over her shoulder. Again, her exposed ass was on full display, marked on one cheek by a bright red hand, and on the other with sneaker treads. Holly's bum began to jiggle vigorously, as the Bombshell weakly tried to kick out of Cait's grip. Lacking the strength currently to wriggle free, Holly's legs bucked and kicked in a futile, tantrum-like effort.

"Let me down, you! I'll make you sorry youooOOFFF!!" Holly's rant was cut short, as Cait rushed her into the corner. The spear had knocked the wind out of Holly, who could only hang limply from the corner post. Soft body just dangling from the top turnbuckle, Holly was left gasping pathetically for air. Weakly, Holly lifted her head, trying to get a good look at her opponent, able to do nothing more than wait and see what would befall her, next.

Haru always was one to leap before she looked, and with the surging momentum of the match firmly in their favor and compelling her to throw caution to the wind once more, Haru would spread her arms wide and let gravity do the thinking for her. The blue-haired Hoot colliding with Gemma to the intensified applause and camera flashes immortalizing the moment and Gemma's slack-jawed expression before going for the rough tumble immediately afterwards.

"Nnngh..." Haru groaned and tilted her upward, blinking rapidly to straighten her blurry vision and stop the arena from spinning. While not exactly a perfect landing, Haru was only feeling some minor aches and pains thanks to the soft, sweaty, and cushiony Brit splayed out beneath her. Haru breathed out an immense sigh of relief from knowing she was going to walk way from that suicide dive in one piece, relaxing cheek to cheek with the Brit with their robust chests rubbing and shifting together as Haru took a few seconds to mellow out atop Gemma.

"Phew...thanks bunches for catchin me...but still, ya think someone named the Air Raid Siren would know to look out from above..." Haru cheekily commented with a slight chuckle before wearily shuffling back to her feet. Haru slowly guided Gemma to do the same by clamping her hands behind the Brit's head, locking in a firm reverse headlock to Gemma while offering the nearby audience at ringside a beaming smile and a few thankful words from their applause of the Hoot's daring feat. "H-Heh...thanks, I didn't think I'd make it either..." Haru's facetime with the public wouldn't take more than a few seconds before attempting to shove and roll Gemma back inside the ring under the bottom rope.

After taking a step back out of the corner, Cait would offer Holly a cheery expression that was in stark contrast from having just impaled the posh Brit into the corner. At this point, it looked like the snobbish bombshell had sufficiently eaten her snooty words from having underestimated the Hoots just cause they were kinky waitresses with the right assets for the job. Cait proudly placed her fists on her curvy hips like a posing superheroine before speaking back up. "Trust me, you're really gonna dig Hooters and all the awesome gals who work there. And if you've got a special guy in your life, he may actually get a kick out of seeing you in the trademark outfit~..." Cait said in her continuing attempt to encourage Holly into giving Hooters a chance.

Afterward, Cait would reapproach Holly and peel her out of the corner by wrapping one arm behind Holly's left shoulder and hugging her tightly to the Hoot's powerful frame. With a deft hoist that would have Holly's feet dangling below, Cait groaned in exertion and flexed her substantial muscles in the overbearing bearhug while a few grateful fans still whistling lewdly from getting an eyeful of Holly's thonged and milky rump in the crushing hold. The nearby ref did her duty by remembering that Holly and Cait were still the legal gals despite all the bedlam that transpired and started asking the Brit for her submission, Holly's head positioned on Cait's shoulder in the crunching hug...

Gemma could hardly register anything but all-too-familiar coziness of her opponent. Just the soft warmth of Haru's body, settling on top of her. The smell and sight of the young woman's blue hair, draped over Gemma's face. Everything else was blinding pain. The Hoot had come crashing down on her with force, with the kind of unerring accuracy that Gemma usually got to pride herself on. Now, pinned to the arena floor and getting cozily mounted by her opponent, there wasn't much to help Gemma's hurting pride, at the moment.

"Nnngh," Gemma groaned, as Haru taunted her. In her current state, entire upper body in debillitating pain, Gemma didn't really have the strength or inclination for a snarky retort, at the moment. All she could manage the effort for, at the moment, seemed to be writhing and squirming beneath Haru's warm and dominating body, and hoping there wasn't too much attention on her, at the moment. She tried to ignore the loud cheers and applause for Haru. That was fine, the Brit told herself. They can go and clap her. Just ignore the suffering loser, under her.

When Haru rolled Gemma beneath the rope, there was no resistance. Gemma's limbs were limp, as her body went into full recovery mode. They simply dangled at Gemma's sides, as her body rolled lazily under the bottom rope. "Nnuh, th-thanks," the Brit muttered, her half-conscious mind kept on her manners.

None of this was even on the mind of her partner, however, as Holly was trapped in the corner. She glared daggers at her cheery opponent, enjoying the match far less than Cait obviously was. "Bloody hell ..." Holly couldn't help but laugh a bit, however, as Cait struck her sassy superheroine pose. These girls really didn't let up, did they? Holly was shocked to find herself starting to crack, however, and she was beginning to warm up to the two of them. That good cheer was completely replaced by a look of sudden fear, however, as Cait mentioned "a special guy" seeing her in the trademark Hooters gear.

"Oh, bum~" Holly said in a panic, suddenly realizing that she was going to have to explain to her boyfriend/trainer exactly how this match had gone so downhill, and that she might end up having to do it over a plate of neon yellow chicken wings in an outfit two sizes lower than she needed!

Holly wanted to scramble off the turnbuckle, but Cait was right on top of her in a flash! Before the buxom Brit knew what was happening, Cait scooped her up, and locked her in a punishing bearhug. "Hhhnngn!" Holly moaned, as she felt her soft body getting trapped and ground against Cait's. Holly could feel her ample chest being compressed and pinched against Cait's body, suffering without anything she could do about it. She kicked and pumped her legs to no effect, other than giving her soft bum a jiggle for the leering fanboys. Bit by bit, Cait was wearing Holly down, as the ref came up and asked dutifully for Holly's submission.

"Uuuhhh, nnnuuhh ..." Holly moaned, face reddening. Tears were mixing with seat on the Brit's face, as her body was hanging helplessly in Cait's firm grip. "N-no! Never!" Holly said, finally, insisting stubbornly that she was still in this match. Not that she knew how she could get out of this one, or what she could even do if she did manage to get free!

Shuffling Gemma's slackened form under the bottom rope, Haru followed the lifeless Brit soon afterward with the energizing adrenaline from her death defying leap still pumping in her veins. The feeling of total weightlessness culminating with the lingering dread from hoping you would be caught wasn't an altogether unfamiliar sensation to Haru considering her experience as captain of the cheer leading squad. Though a part of her was hoping her family actually hadn't seen her suicide dive, the Hoot getting the idea they may have had several near heart attacks form that one maneuver...

Haru would gently guide Gemma back to her feet by tugging on her arm and wrapping her arms tightly around the Brit when it looked like Gemma was about to keel over from sheer exhaustion. Haru could kind of relate to Gemma at the moment considering she hasn't gotten more than a few sparse seconds to recoup this entire match, the Hoot groaning as she motioned the both of them back towards one of the corners.

"...heh, you're welcome, but don't thank me just yet, Gem..." Haru huffed out against Gemma's neck while leaning up against her, the Hoot getting pleasantly reminded just how snug and comfortable it was to cuddle up against the sweat-drenched and supple Brit. "Here's hoping we can still be buds by this time this is all over though..." Haru coyly uttered with a friendly smile while continuing to lean heavily up against Gemma, enjoying one more sweltering and arousing moment together in the corner before glancing behind her to see if her and Cait were on the same page...

Holly's more "supple" frame was feeling more like a soft, sweaty, and squishy marshmallow in Cait's crunching hold, a notion backed up by Holly's pristine white wrestling outfit. Squeezing the resistance out of Holly would take a few prolonged seconds of pressured grinding, Cait emphatically flexing her biceps in her straining efforts to hug it out with the squirming and fidgeting Brit for all she was worth. Cait's own reddened cheeks and groaning exhale against Holly's shoulder showed that even Cait was getting a tad exhausted. Luckily she happened to glance forward and notice her partner's convenient positioning of Gemma...

"...*phew*...don't think I didn't see you break out a smile earlier. I knew you'd warm up to us eventually~..." Cait gleefully uttered while seemingly easing up on the hold, lowering Holly back to her feet but still serving as her support structure. "And umm, just so you know, it kinda looks like you have everything you need to be a fan favorite right behind you~..." Just in case Holly wouldn't get the subtle reference, Cait would playfully grope the side of the posh Brit's juggling rump to the fervent delight of her increasingly growing fandom.

With a tugging grip on Holly's limp arm, Cait would continue the match per se by Irish whipping Holly clear across the ring to where her British partner was propped up. Haru would dash out of the way at the last second to to have the Brit's collide into eachother and give them some time alone in the corner. But that time would be short-lived as Cait would start pumping her fist in the air to lead a chorus of emphatic "Hoot" chants. All before taking off in a charging sprint and leaping in the air for a flying splash against the Bombshells!! The busty Hoot sandwiching the Brit's together before taking a few steps back from the still reverberating corner...

Gemma could only moan softly, as Haru got her up to her feet. Gemma's eyelids fluttered open and shut, her entire body still rocked by the Hooters girl's bold suicide dive. Her head rolling side to side limply, Gemma was in a daze. She still couldnt' believe the Hooters waitress had hit her with that move- the girls' colorful uniforms and wide-eyed devotion to their brand apparently belied how daring and devoted the two waitresses were! Gemma had faced so many opponents in the ring, but having underestimating these was proving to be the most regrettable decision she'd made in the ring, yet.

Gemma's slender body was putty in Haru's hands, while the Hoot propped her up in the corner. The feeling of Haru's warm breath on her neck, however, helped snap her partially back to reality. "Ooh~" Gemma moaned, at the feeling. Haru's body was soft and warm against the Brit, and she just let herself melt into Haru as she was propped into the corner. Gemma felt her chest swell against Haru, as her breath caught in her throat. Gemma had only recently started experiencing a mix of competition and pleasure in her matches, and Haru was reawakening some of that in her, now. Gemma writhed against the Hoot, telling herself she was trying to get free of her grip and get out of the corner.

Meanwhile, in the center of the ring, Holly's current embrace was proving to be much less enjoyable. Cait had ground her down rather well, in the bearhug, to the point that Holly was sinking into the white-haired woman's arms. Holly's thighs were wrapped around Caits' waist, her arms hanging mostly limp at either side. The posh Brit's face was sleepy; Holly's generous bust was mounted on Cait's shoulder, and her face was sunk into it, like a pair of soft pillows. Despite her shaking her head occasionally to the ref, and whimpring "no" when asked if she would submit, Holly's signs of life were diminishing.

The Brit gasped eagerly for air, when Cait put her back down to the mat. She hung back limply, and would have fallen flat on her back if not for Cait's hand, on her soft bottom. Holly blushed at Cait's words, and at the cheer that accompanied the jiggling of her soft, still-bared bottom. She could only imagine how much it was jiggling about, lacking it's usual support. Holly shook her head, resolving she had to do something about that bloody wedgie!

"S-stooop~" Holly protested weakly, as she struggled to shake her head and get back into the match. There was a distinct tone of embarrassment, in her voice, even if she couldn't help but smile. Getting paraded about like this was only highlighting how badly this match was going, for the British Bombshells, and it was about to get worse. Before Holly knew what hit her, Cait had adjusted her grip, and was Irish whipping the helpless young woman into the corner- and right at her own partner!

Holly and Gemma both stared in wide-eyed shock at one another, right before impact. There was no time to dodge, though Gemma tried to roll out of the way. "Uuuhnnn!" Holly moaned, as she slammed into her friend. "Ooooff!" Gemma grunted, as the wind was knocked out of them, for a moment. The duo squirmed and struggled for position, neither able to get out of the corner fully, in their current state. Gemma shook her head, blushing hard as she felt herself trapped to the corner by Holly's thicker body. Holly couldn't help but lean into her friend, and feel the warm flush of her body.

"Um," Holly said, looking confused, "a-are you, arou-" The more buxom of the Bombshells didn't get a chance to fully ask her question, however, before she was drowned out in a chorus of "Hoot" chants, and Cait came crashing into the both of them. They let out a simultaneous "Uuuugghnnn!" of pain, as both girl's bodies were compressed hard against one another. Gemma caught the worst of it, her back grinding into the corner post. Afterward, she was only able to hang there, seated on the center turnbuckle. Holly came off the turnbuckle, then, mostly just bouncing off of Gemma with the force of Cait's impact. Gasping for air, the Brit turned to her opponent as if she was about to take a swing. Lacking air and strength at the moment, however, Holly could only manage a couple of weak swings before she doubled over. Hands on her knees, head going low and bum raised high, Holly seemed trapped between her opponent and a partner that was in no condition to help her.

With mass bedlam and pandemonium having turned what was an arch-typical tag match into something that was akin to the more hectic tornado tag match, the despondent referee struggled to know where to even begin her reprimanding finger wags. The "Hooting" majority of the audience were clearly enjoying the busty waitresses dismantling of the British duo, and may have pitched a fit if the ref were to disqualify the crowd favorites for their antics. Leaving the ref to play bystander and not interrupt the fan favorite waitresses until the proceedings had truly gotten out of hand, which some would say already have.

Cait backpedaled to around the middle of the ring with a beaming smile after squishing the flattened Brits into the corner, leaving the posh Holly to be the unfortunate meat in their proverbial sandwich. Holly having made a perfect landing buddy for Cait considering how soft and comfortably plump her thicker figure was. Enough for Cait to have a little bounce back after the corner splash as she stepped backward. Cait huffed out a steady breath from the lingering exhaustion of the match and placed an arm around her nearby partner's shoulders, the both of them sporting reddened cheeks from grinding up against their respective opponents. The both of them wincing pitiably from seeing Holly drunkenly stumble out of the corner before hunching over herself, the Hoots glancing to eachother and having the same idea.

"I'm starting to think they've got the picture by now..." Cait uttered with a concerned tone, clearly feeling bad for the overwhelmed Bombshells.

"Oh yeah...for sure...well, how about just one more?..." Haru responded, raising her index finger and flashing her cutest smile. Cait rolled her eyes playfully before nodding her head in agreement. Both Hoots would approach Holly from opposing sides and place her arms around both their shoulders as if they were all bosom buddies, then dragging the Brit closer to one side of the ring and the nearby fans at ringside.

"Hi everyone!! One of our new British friends here thinks it would be totes awesome if she became an honorary Hoot, and maybe even help us serve you guys a good time at our nearby restaurant!! But firrrrrst...she's gotta pass a little test to see if she's got what it takes, and we'll need your help to decide!!!~..." Haru gleefully addressed the audience before both Hoots would scooch closer to Holly from the sides, proudly puffing out their jiggling and sumptuous chests while nudging Holly from behind to do just the same. The trio now hugging each other close enough for their eye-catching busts to be right next to eachothers and grazing the sides of Holly's breasts.  

Haru would raise her arm over her head to generous applause...Cait then raising her arm to around the same decibel level...then both Hoots would an arm over Holly...to which the audience responded with thunderous applause, lewd whistling and "Hoot" chants, the posh Brit clearly having won the crowd over after decisively winning the competition over who has the best rack!!

"Wow, Congratulations~...Consider that you're non-official induction as an honorary Hoot...*giggle*...I bet they can't wait to see you in the Hooters uniform. I know I can't~..." Cait cheerfully said with both Hoots swinging their hips towards Holly's waist to give her backside one last crowd pleasing jiggle. But once Holly had received crowd approval, the Hoots would entangle their legs with Holly's before bending her forward and catapaulting backward to slam her back down to the canvas in their double Russian legsweep finisher, The Perfect Bounce!!! Followed up swiftly by curling Holly over herself in a double leg hook pin attempt!!

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