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 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!

"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.

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!

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.