How shall you lose? Kanda Kaya vs Shad Owens.

It was like one of those bull riding simulators as she bucked and wiggled in an attempt to throw him off. Rather than waste energy trying to keep her in place, he simply rolled with her movements, after all it wasn't like he had to pin her to win, just embarrass her and by her own words that point was well reached. Each movement of her wobbled his dick above her face, causing it to wiggle menacingly (or enticingly) above her face. Finally though he had enough and moved one of his hands to press lightly on her clip, see if that would calm her down or speed her up.

Kanda huffed and grunted as she struggled in vain to extricate herself from her degrading predicament. Her cheeks were bright red and a sheen of sweat glistened on her smooth skin both flustered and fatigued. All of her frantic wriggling came to a halt as she felt his hand pressing on her skin, hot to the touch, her eyes staring up at him wide with outrage. "D-don't you dare..." The words were an impotent hiss as already she was debating whether it was more humiliating to submit like this or to endure more in the fading hope of salvaging her pride.

"Oh? But it is so much fun to dare. And your reactions just make it all the more delicious." He stated as his fingers began to slide slowly into her. If they manged to get fully inside he would first begin to pump slowly but pick up speed over time, wanting to see the exact moment of her climax. "Come now my dear, let me hear that primal music, the voice of your body, telling me what it is truly yearning for."

Kanda knew what he wanted, what he was looking for and she wanted to deny him. After the initial gasp as she felt his finger slide inside of her wet pussy she pressed her lips together and pressed her palms to the mat in an attempt to give him no reaction. But as his finger picked up speed the sound her her own wetness grew louder as her humiliation continued. Her cheeks burned bright red as she struggled not to moan or squirm with pleasure. Then her shoulders began to rocked from side to side in an involuntary motion, making her tits jiggle as she did so. Tiny, porcine snorts pushed up from her lungs as she swallowed her pleasure down.

Her breaths quickened as her face grew redder still. Fingers gripped desperately at the canvas in thoughtless motions as her toes curled in the air above her. Loud, sporadic moans pushed up from her throat unbidden. Her own resistance was only making her situation worse the longer this kept up. Finally her glowering eyes began to roll and her hips bucked involuntarily against his hand. A full scream of ecstasy ripped from her lips as she came hard for his finger, her pussy gushing against his hand and over her own raised ass. "No! NO! Fuck, I'm cumming! Fu-uuh-uuuuuck!" Any further words were lost to an orgasmic shriek, quickly muffled by her own hand clasping over her mouth. With her other hand she frantically slaps the mat, signaling her submission before further humiliation can befall her.

A smile crossed his face as her body finally gave him the reaction he wanted. And then it all came to a close with her tapping out on the mat. He let his fingers stay in her her a few more seconds before slowly pulling his hand out and holding it high so the stadium lights could glisten off the liquid coating his hand. This match was another example of why he was a legitimate threat in this company, not just a side piece to the extremely popular Crimson Warrior. "My dear Konda. That was exquisitely fun. If you are ever in the know, I am sure my wife would be happy to have you over for a threesome.". He left her lying there, collecting his clothes and leaving the arena, confident a message had been sent.

Kanda was left naked, glistening with sweat and cum, humiliated and quivering in the middle of the ring. Through a tangle of loose dark hair she looked around to see Shad making his way out, the red light of the broadcast cameras rolling, the flash of innumerable photos capturing this moment, and the thousands of eyes of hungry fans drinking in her defeat. For a few seconds more she could only groan and writhe on the mat before her nerves settled enough for her coordination to return, and then her legs were too numb to allow her to stand. On her hands and knees she crawled across the ring towards the ramp, her every muscle weary and shaking and her head hung low in shame.

Both to her relief and her further shame she was met at ringside by her manager, Lily. The smaller woman helped her down from the apron and supported her as they retreated back up the ramp and into the merciful seclusion of the backstage.

Winner by Humiliation KO: Shad Owens