The Very British Open! (For Acuya & LtLukas)

In truth, Styx wasn’t really targeting Holly’s breasts that deliberately. It was more of a subconscious thing - they were big, bulbous, sticking out, begging to be hit. It was like a bullseye on her chest, and she couldn’t help being drawn to attack. Sucked to be Holly.

Styx threw a smirk Jessica’s way before focusing on her intended victim once more, letting her shadow cast over Holly’s helpless body. She whimpered, Styx simpered, the crowd jeered.

”You know,” Styx whispered as she reached down, barely audible over the chorus of hate. ”There’s a way out of this.”

She grabbed Holly’s hair, forced her to stand, and swirled around, looking to make her roll back into the ring so the entire audience could get a good view of what was about to go down. Maybe even share in the fun with her partner.

Holly was still hissing, fingers kneading her soft breasts as she tried to push past the pain.  The Brit's pretty features pinched into one massive wince of pain, as she tried to push back her fear of the larger, dominating woman.  When Holly was finally able to open her eyes, the entire arena seemed dark.  Styx's looming figure blocked out the arena lights, making Holly feel small and vulnerable.  Helpless, Holly was cornered, wide wet eyes darting back and forth as she looked for an escape route.  "B-back off, of me ..."  Holly whimpered, trying to will her legs to make a break for it.

Before she could make a play for freedom, however, Styx took a fistful of her hair and pulled her hard off the barricade.  "Oooh!"  Holly squealed, as her body was pulled along.  The buxom British Bombshell thought she knew what Styx meant, by "a way out of this," but she couldn't bear the thought of it.  She and Gemma had come out here, issued a challenge, and it was accepted.  Could they really just throw in the towel like this?  Without a fight?  The thought alone was humiliating, and Holly knew it would mark them forever in the locker room, as easy targets.  Assuming, of course, they weren't already!

Holly was spun about like a leaf in the breeze, the hippy girl getting rolled back into the ring with ease.  Lying face up, Holly stared gasping at the arena lights.  Her chest pushed and heaved againts her top, while she struggled to take in air.  She didn't know what Styx had planned, she could only lay there, flat on her back and spread eagle, and hope she could recover before her opponent put their next sadistic plan into action!

In Holly went, and it didn’t take much effort to get her there. Not that it should’ve, really, since Styx could probably bench press more than Holly weighed. But the poor little thing didn’t put up much of a fight. She hadn’t put up much of a fight since they’d started really. Even Gallium - annoying, irritating, ridiculous, bare-footed flop that she was - had gotten in some offense at the start before Styx tore her apart. Holly just took it and took it.

Styx rolled her way into the ring, kendo stick still in hand, and moved off to the bombed-out Bombshell without a word. She looked down at Holly’s sobbing form, calmly examining it, taking a moment to let it all sink in before she raised her stick high in the air, looking like she was about to swing it down like a headsman’s axe, going straight from the beautiful woman’s face…

….but it didn’t happen. Instead, she let the tip of it rest just on Holly’s forehead, poking her, as if she was trying to rouse her back to life.

”First chance. Last chance.” Styx let her gaze wander down Holly’s body, going for her fears. ”Give up.”

Really, Styx was going to beat her around regardless. But she had a perverse little curiousity, here. Just how low could Holly sink?

Holly tried to peel herself off the mat, but it wasn't happening. At most, the British Bombshell was able to hoist her head up, right before it came thudding pathetically back down to the mat. "Ooooh," she moaned, draping an arm over her head. The Brits legs kicked up slightly, but not enough so to kip her up off the mat, only in leaving her knees swaying lifelessly in the air. Holly was going to need a hell of a lot more recovery time, to get herself back into this fight. And that was something Styx was clearly not going to give her.

Holly removed her arm just in time to see Styx looming over her, yet again. The arena lights caught the wetness of her eyes, half-blinding her, but the suffering British girl could still clearly see the kendo stick bearing down at her with terrible speed!

"EEEK!" Holly squealed in fear, bringing her hands protectively over her face. The fact that it never came fully down made matters even worse, showing to Holly and the entire arena that Styx was treating her like nothing more than a plaything. A feeling that was compounded by Styx's gaze, which Holly could feel roaming up and down every inch of her soft, vulnerably quivering body.

The offer to surrender was tempting ... To just let it end, just give up. Gemma might be mad at her, her trainer/boyfriend would be disappointed in her, but the suffering would end. Holly clenched her jaw, tried to fight back any further tears enough to get comprehensible words out.

"P-please ..." she said, still trying to shield her eyes from Styx. "I ... I ..." She really considered it. The open challenge had clearly been a disaster, for them. Bad was going to worse. Holly wasn't busted open like Gemma, but it was coming ... Then, Holly clenched her jaw. Gemma had bled for the team, she realized. For all of Holly's suffering, Gemma had taken it even worse. Holly felt sick to her stomach at the thought, but she couldn't just throw away her partner's sacrifice, like that.

"I ... just need a minute ... and then I'm going to give you what for, you slag!" With that, Holly leaned up, and threw up the old "two-finger salute," letting Styx know exaclty what she thought of her offer. The crowd roared- some excited to see the moment of defiance from the suffering, pretty young babyface. Others, excited to see how Styx and Jessica were going to make Holly pay for that!

Styx never bothered to look up things about her opponents, and even if she’d had the time to do it in this case, she wouldn’t have bothered. That being said, she had to admit, she was getting curious what exactly was the deal with these two.

The questions rose as she watched Holly struggling to her feet. If she’d been the sort of person who actually gave a shit about such things, she might’ve been moved. It was a rousing sort of thing, showed she had some solid fortitude underneath all the skin. Where had she gotten such drive from? What was behind it? She had a body that could’ve won a hentai match easy, but that wasn’t what she was there for. So...what was the goal?

Anyway, the moment of pondering was over. Styx looked down at Holly, blank and bemused, then up at Jessica for a flash. After a quick roll of the eye, she brought her stare back on Holly, with the slightest narrowing of her eyes. Just an inch.

”I see.” She raised the kendo stick up against. ”I guess I shouldn’t give you a minute, then.”

And down came the kendo stick, right on Holly’s head. Not her chest this time, at least.

Holly lay on her back, staring wide-eyed at Styx. Roughtly two seconds after her fingers went up in flippant defiance of Styx, the rest of her brain seemed to kick in and tell her what she'd just done. Whimpering, she squirmed beneath the tip of Styx's kendo stick, dreading the dominant woman's reaction, and how bad it was going to be.

Holly couldn't gauge Styx's reaction, for the life of her. Styx had managed to get into Holly's head just coming down the ramp, but the British Bombshell couldn't pierce Styx's thinking to save her life. Waiting for the blow to come down proved worse than the actual strike, Holly giving hard, full-body flinches, as she waited for the blow to come down.

"AAAOWWW!" Holly cried out, when it finally came. The Brit's hands went right over her forehead, as the the kendo stick came away. Holly could already feel a welt forming, when the blow had struck. Part of her was grateful it wasn't another punishing blow to her aching bust. The rest of her, however, was in agony! Holly's buxom figure, usually carried with grace and poise, was flopping around the mat in pain. Holly's head was in blinding, stinging pain. Her legs bucked and thrashed as the stinging sensation overwhelmed her. "Auugh," she groaned. Holly's boots were planted against the mat, back arching enough that her body was curved into a perfect "c," her ample bosom threatening to spill out of her ring gear and right into her aching face. "Ughh," Holly groaned, massaging her aching skull, before her body flopped once more, flat to the mat. The Brit's curvy legs kicking weakly, as she tried and failed to roll her body away from Styx.

There was a clear vindictive slant in Styx’s strikes, as she brought the bludgeon down on her hapless foe. She was strong enough that she could’ve probably knocked Holly out with a few good, clean cracks on the skull. Could’ve put a quick end to things. She didn’t. Instead, she brought the thing down just hard enough to hurt and leave her woozy, but soft enough to give her awareness of what was going on. As with so many things, this was better right at the edge.

She let the moment sit for a while, giving the crowd time to settle in, before she got them riled back up again by bringing her boot down on the rolling Holly, stepping on her aching body for one more insult. Styx wasn't a light woman by any measure, so it was guaranteed to leave a mark.

Not that she could be bothered to look down and see it. From the look on her face, she might as well have been stepping on a bug.

”Think I’ve about gotten my beast off for now.” She walked over to Jessica with one hand extended and the kendo stick laying on her shoulder, casual as could be. ”Want another hit?”

Holly was flailing pathetically, gasping for air once Styx was finally done working her over. Or, when Styx was taking a break from working her over, at least. Holly laid back, chest heaving as she fought back sobs. The British Bombshell's wide brown eyes were rolled halfway back in her head, eyelids fluttering. Styx had worked Holly's body over expertly, keeping the Brit on the verge of going under without letting her have that kind of release. Instead, the suffering rolled on.

Holly's body was planted against the mat hard, then, by Styx's boot. "Hhhnnnnggh!" Holly moaned loudly, as Styx's boot settled hard into her soft flesh. Other than whimper, there wasn't much Holly could do about it. Styx could pose on her, treating Holly's body as nothing more than a trophy, for as long as she wanted. The crowd might jeer the arrogant display, some might have tried to rally the pretty young face to fight her way back out of this, but nothing came of it. Holly could only struggle for her freedom with all the strength of a malnourished kitten. The tears flowed down her soft face, as she grunted and squirmed uselessly against Styx's firmly planted boot.

Holly gasped for air, when Styx released her. Rolling onto her side, Holly wrapped her arms around herself, trying to nurse away the pain. She coughed violently, her body convulsing as she did so. The poor Brit couldn't even see Styx heading over to her partner, offering to let Jessica back into the match.

Jessica's blood was flowing. Usually she liked to be the one in the ring, doing all the damage, but watching River take some girl apart was poetry in motion. She was her swaggering, bullying self like always and Jessica absolutely loved her for that. When River cracked her head open with the kendo stick, Jessica stomped her ruby red wrestling boots with glee, as if that could be heard over the roar of the crowd.

As much as she appreciated River's immense talent, she had been on the sidelines for far too long. She hadn't had a crack at this one yet, and it didn't appear as if she was more of a threat than Gemma was. And Gemma was awful. "Get me in." She leaned over and stretched as much as she could. River was going to take a few more steps over to her, surely, but the Violent Violet was always eager to cause suffering.

Jessica touched River's rough hand, and she was in. She leaped over the rope and bounded towards Holly with the enthusiasm of a rookie. Jessica wasn't a rookie of course, but the manic smile on her face would have others think otherwise. At the critical moment, she would swing her leg back and then propel it forward, hoping to get a strong kick in to ensure Holly's rest on the mat.

Holly couldn't bring herself off the mat. The buxom Bombshells' entire body was in agony, after everything Styx had subjected her to. Beneath her hair, she was worried that she was starting to feel a bump forming. Her chest was swelling in pain, after all of the stiff shots she'd been subjected to, the tenderized flesh straining uncomfortably against her tight ring gear. It was all the Brit could do to keep herself from from giving up the ghost, but she had to keep fighting. The British Bombshells needed this match, needed to regain some of their tarnished honor. And while Holly couldn't see where Styx had gone, through her tear-strained eyes, and just maybe Holly was getting a chance to rest ...

Holly adjusted her top a bit, there on her back, hoping to alleviate some of the blinding pain she was in. Then, bracing her hands against the mat, Holly tried to push herself back upright, only to find herself still too woozy, to get back up. Body quivering as she struggled, the Brit tried to fight through the pain. It was then, that she saw Jessica leap over the ring rope, and get back into the match!

"NO!" Holly cried out, eyes widening in terror. The Brit had been afraid of Styx, but she'd also had a front-row seat to what Jessica had inflicted on Gemma. The other Bombshell was still laid out at ringside, in a pool of her own tears and blood. That grin alone was enough to tell Holly that things were about to get far worse. "Oooowww!" Holly screamed, as Jessica's boot slammed hard into her chest, knocking the Bombshell back to the mat! Holly was laid out completely, now, spread eagle, completely vulnerable to whatever Jessica had planned, next.