Proving Ground: Holly Matheson vs. Sora Hyamoto

Holly had him, now! She had to! The British Bombshell felt like everything was riding on this, as she allowed her body to sink hard into Sora's prone figure. She just had to keep him here a few seconds, and she'd finally have her victory.

Holly trembled, as she waited for that fateful "three" count. Unfortunately, it simply wasn't meant to be. Holly's eyes shot wide open, as Sora told her things weren't even close. She could feel the sound of his voice vibrating through her soft flesh, sending a chill down her spine. The massive brute wasn't nearly as finished as Holly had hoped he would be!

Before she knew it, Sora had two hands planted hard on her. "Nnnngh," Holly groaned, as she felt Sora's hands shove into her. He lifted her quivering body into the air, helpless, like he was lifting a simple weight! "No!" she protested, to no avail.

Before she knew it, Holly's helpless body was hoisted into the air. The pin count was broken, Holly's hair swaying in the breeze as the poor girl's curvaceous body was hefted up into the air and thrown away like hot garbage! Holly landed on the mat with a loud thud, drawing a cry of dismay from her fans. Holly herself bounced up, going up to her knees and clutching her chest in pain.

Holly looked over at Sora in wide-eyed horror. The British Bombshell could have kicked herself, for having thought that the powerful young man was on the verge of going down. Looking across the ring, he stood tall, sounded confident, all after Holly had thrown her everything at the brute. It simply wasn't fair! Face reddening, the Brit pouted, and fought back tears.

She tried to ignore his continuing taunts, and focus instead on the mounting chants of "Holly!" from the fans. The fans that loved her, that wanted to see her overcome this brash, woman-hating brute. The young villain she simply had to beat, tonight. Biting her lip, Holly forced herself up onto one knee, then pushed off that to get back to her boots. This could still happen, she told herself. She could still take him down!

"You'll be sorry for this," Holly promised Sora, when he offered her another shot. "Every woman here is going to be waiting for your apology, after I finally humble you!" Holly backed off a few steps, then rushed back toward the ropes. The British Bombshell threw her full weight at them, letting her figure sink into the taut ropes for more tension, before she let them bounce her back toward the center of the ring!

The full run hurt her aching body, but she kept pushing. Arms and legs pumping, chest bouncing, boots pounding the mat as she ran full-tilt toward Sora, Holly built up moment as hard as she could. Then, a few feet away from where Sora stood, Holly summoned all of her remaining strength to throw herself into the air! Spreading her arms and legs wide, the British Bombshell launched herself into a flying cross-body block, aimed square for Sora's broad chest! Closing her eyes and hoping for the best, Holly was trusting to fate to see her through, and hopefully take the cocky young bastard down to the mat!

Sora was sitting upwards and listened to what Holly had to tell him. Without any problems and idiot could tell that Holly was pretty surprised that he was kicking out of the pin just like that. But she just had hit him with some pretty weak punches… and one ddt… so the amount of damage she done to him was almost non.

Sora was smiling when he was making his was way back to his feet. In all his time where he was traveling the world to fight the best of the best he not only learned to deal great damage with his moves. He also learned how to take it and how to stay in matches. And a DDT was really nothing compared to the things he went throw… it might be a big move in Holly´s eyes but it was just a standard move for Sora.

Sora would do as he would knock down the dust from his shoulder after he got back up, before looking back to Holly who screamed at him that he would be sorry… Oh man how many people had said that to him… okay the better question was how many times was he sorry… if he counted right.. and he was never wrong… he was exactly 0 Times sorry for what he did. Because only losers had to be sorry and he wasn´t a loser so he didn´t have to be sorry! If you are the best around you just could do whatever you want.

Suddenly Holly went onto the move she ran away from him. Sora would only smile tired when he realized that Holly was going for. She wanted to get as much momentum as she could to hit Sora as hard as she could.

The fans were still behind that little brat. Sora didn´t know why. It should be obviously that he was the better one here! He was dominating her in everything. He was stronger than her, he was faster and he just was the better fighter! The fans should be cheering for him. He could do it all, he won many titles all around the world! But instead they were cheering for that waist of air called Holly. She was just a untalented, weak eye candy.

Now Holly was heading towards him with her full speed. When she jumped up Sora wouldn´t move away. Instead he would just stand there watching her come towards her. When she crashed against him he tried to put his arms up and warp them around her.

The impact had pretty much force behind it… mostly because Holly went into it with all she had. So Sora was thrown down to the mat hard his back was hitting the mat pretty hard and Holly was crashing down onto his chest pressing out the air of him. This move was surprisingly Painful for SOra cause his ripes were pressed tougher when Holly came down on his chest with all the force and weight she had.

His shoulders where down on the mat and Holly was on top of him, so the ref would jump down onto the mat and raise his hand for a pin count. Be he wouldn´t be able to count “1” Cause Sora was using the force of Holly´s cross body and pulled his legs over the two fighter. He would try to roll through backwards and get onto his knees. When doing so he was still trying to hold Holly in front of his chest. With a smile he would look around before he would lift up one of his legs and put his foot against the mat to push him upwards, he wanted to stand back up again. If he was successful he would walk around in the ring a bit with Holly in front of him. He had no problem holding her there and the fans were pretty displeased to see him handling her so disrespectfully. They still were thinking she could beat him

“Do you have a good look or should I take you higher?” , asked Sora his opponent with a bridge smile on his face. In The next moment he would throw up Holly a little bit before putting her hands under her. One hand at the side of her hips and one hand against her chest. In the next moment he would push her upward into gorilla press. He would hold Holly up there for some moment while looking around in the crowed.

Then Sora would start to walk again. This time he holds Holly even higher above the ring.
“You like it up there?”, he asked her again, after he finished his round walking through the ring. “No?! Oh please just a moment I will get you down there imminently!”

After he finished talking he would pull his arms down and pull Holly down with her. He wouldn´t let her just fall down. He would tear her downwards towards the mat. When Holly had down the half way he would go down onto his right knee pushing out his left knee as good as he could. He would try to aim that Holly´s chest would direly hit the tip of his Knee. He would try to speed her up as much as he could.

If Holly was hitting his knee, it naturally hurt him as well but he didn´t show any of it and kept smiling. He would look down to his opponent and hold her on his knee for a moment before he would just shove her of him and stand back up. He would watch Holly at the floor before bowing down and whispering:

“Come on… you wanted to make me sorry…. Go for it… make me! You just can´t do it… I could give you many chances to attack me… you just won´t be able to do ! I give you one last chance… but not that you can do it… not that you can surprise everyone… no not even close. I Want to show the world how useless you are! No I won´t show it to them… you will do it by failing again… like you always does! And just to let you now…. I AM NOT SORRY!”

Sora would then stand straight again and turnaround he would walk away from Holly bringing some air between them. Then he would start to walk up and down in the ring clapping his hand and call out: “Holly… Holly… Holly!” Just like he want to cheer her up so she would get back to his feet. the crowed would boo him first but then they started to do the same thing. They clapped their hand and called the Name of the Female Wrestler. And soon the whole arena was screaming “Holly!” as loud as she could.
SOra was pissed about that one… how could they. But he would never take his eyes of Holly.

"Hhhnnngg!" Holly moaned, as her soft body sailed through the air and landed hard against the solid wall of muscle that was Sora. The British Bombshell had put everything she had into the flying cross-body, and despite the fact that she was all too aware of how much power Sora was packing in his body, it still shocked her. And it shocked her almost as much, as the force of the move actually took him down to the mat!

Holly's heart jumped into her throat as they went to the mat, her eyes shutting tight as she prayed for a quick pin count. It wasn't going to happen, however. Before the ref could utter a single number, Sora was pushing on her body, hoisting her helplessly upward! Her body tumbled with his, as he rolled over, and before Holly knew it she was being lifted back up into the air in Sora's powerful arms.

"N-no!" she gasped, "This can't be happening!" But it was. Sora looked as dominant as ever, parading Holly's helpless body around the ring. The fans jeered, showing their disapproval as Holly could only pathetically kick her legs in a weak effort to get free. Shaking her head, bucking her soft legs, each step Sora took showed how impossible it would be for Holly to get free of him. Worse, though, was the fact that Holly was all too aware of it. And when Sora threatened to take her even higher, Holly panicked.

"NO!" she wailed, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "Ooohh," she moaned, as she felt Sora's hands grip her body, fingers sinking into soft flesh and hoisting her upward. Holly winced, feeling her stomach lurch as she was swung up into the air! Holly's hair swayed low, hiding the look of abject humiliation on her face. Sora's hand was pressed hard against her trembling chest, giving him a full handful of her ample breasts. "L-let go of me," she whimpered, "stop touching thooose~!" Holly's composure was gone, her best efforts to fight back thwarted. She was Sora's plaything, now, too weak to fight back in any meaningful way. For the rest of the match, she feared she was just going to be Sora's sadistic plaything!

"Please, stop~" she begged, as Sora walked her around the ring. It was a poor choice of words. In a flash of motion, Sora threw Holly down toward the ground! Gravity pulled Holly's figure down, aided by the force of Sora's swing, and the poor girl barely had a chance to cry out before she made impact with Sora's extended knee! Holly's sensitive chest crashed hard into Sora's unyeilding knee, leaving the poor Bombshell lying across him with wide eyes and limp, lifeless-looking body. Up until Sora pushed the posh and pretty Brit off of him like trash.

Holly wrapped her hands around her chest, trying to massage the pain out of her tenderized flesh. "Ooowwwwie," she whined, as Sora leaned over her suffering body and made his threats. "Nngh," she moaned, rolling onto her back, "nooo ... nonono ..." Holly was doing her best to protest, through the blinding pain. Both hands were hard at work massaging her generous breasts, hoping to alleviate the pain. The real pain, however, came from Sora's belittling rant- and knowing that he was completely right! Holly tried her best to rally, to push herself upright. And she couldn't. She tried to rock her body upright, and her body simply wouldn't respond. As much as the crowd chanted for her, as much as she burned wit desperation, Holly just couldn't roll herself upward. Holly could only lie back on the mat, spasming in pain, massaging her aching body and dreading whatever Sora might do to her, next!

Sora enjoyed looking at his work… He saw it and he liked what he has done. He would start to walk around the body of Holly looking down to her. He heard the voiced all over the arena calling her name out loud. But she was not reacting to it in any way. She was just there, lying on the mat. Sora needed to smile with one hand he went throw is hair while leaning against the ropes. She would put his head back and breath through for a moment.

This little girl wouldn´t be able to get back to her feet… the fans could scream as much as they want… she couldn`t fight him anymore. And this was something that Sora loved more than almost everything he crushed her totally… he showed her who was the better one even before the three count would sound.

Sora thought that he should cost out this victory a little bit more. He would push himself away from the ropes and start to cycle the body laying there in the middle of the ring. He would watch it with a smile… Then he would start to join into the cheering of the crowed and would call out loud: “Holly.. Holly… Holly…” Slowly he would walk closer to Holly and look down to her. Then he would bow down and grab her. He would try to pull her back up to his feet, by grabbing her arm. He would pull her close to him and look her deep into her eyes.
“Where are you big words now? Didn´t you say you wanted to win for them… And now you are going to let every single one of them down!”, he said with a cold calm voice. Then he would push her away from himself a bit before putting her head under his arm. He smiled evil.

In the next moment he would put his opponents head under his arms before looking around in the arena on final time. Then he would lift up Holly like he would want to  throw her with a vertical suplex… he would keep Holly up there holding one hand at her tight and the other around her neck. Sora would whisper quiet into her ear while holding her up like this:
“I am NOT Sorry!”
In the next moment Sora would not fall backwards… he would kind of fall directly downwards tearing his opponent. Sora would try to perform his finisher: The Brain Buster. He Wanted to make Holly´s head hit the mat directly with all his and her weight combined.
This was a move with ended Matches. After Sora had fulfilled this move. And Holly was laying down there he would went over her pushing his forearm into her face and starting the pin.

The ref would jump down on the mat to start the count: "1"

Despite her struggles, Holly was utterly failing to get back up to her feet. The British Bombshell had a far less than stellar career, but it was hard to come up with an opponent in her recent past who had destroyed her as completely as Sora Hyamoto had been doing. She'd laid into him as hard as her suffering body would allow, and he was still standing tall over her aching, helpless body!

Holly's feet banged against the mat, as she writhed in agony. The Brit could feel her already ample bosom swelling, the bruised flesh straining against her ring gear a bit after the hard impact against Sora's knee. Worst of all, however, was the echoing chants in her ears: fans pleading with her to get up and get back into this fight. A plea that Holly was in absolutely no condition to fulfill! And when she finally get get up off the dirty canvas, Holly wished she wasn't!

Holly lifted her head to see the disappointed and mournful looks on the faces of her fans. The young women who had cheered her looked near tears, seeing her destroyed like this. The young men tried to look away. Sora had managed to cow and silence the entire crowd with his mocking chant, shutting down the last of Holly's support. And now, there was nothing she could do as the muscle-boung brute took her body, and readied to hoist her up into the air.

Holly winced, as Sora shouted in her face. She couldn't speak through her tears, to try and answer his mockery. At this point, the posh Brit could only stand back and take his verbal abuse. His dominance over her was obvious, now, what could she even say? She only flickered to life again for a moment, as Sora hoisted her up into the air, lifting her body upside down over his shoulder.

"N-no!" she gasped, tears running up her face as she was held aloft. "No! Noo~" Holly felt a rush of blood to her head, as gravity pulled down at her. She feared her ample bosom could come spilling out of her ring gear at any moment, a final touch of humiliation. However, all that came crashing down was Holly's body, and her hopes and dream.

The impact bounced Holly's skull off the mat, rocking her up into a seated position. She stared blankly at her sorrowful fans, as if an off switch had been hit on her body. Holly leaned forward, limply and lazily, before falling back onto the ground. Arms and legs spread eagle, the British Bombshell simply laid back and awaited her fate.

Holly felt Sora's body press down on her, the muscle-bound man grinding her hard into the canvas. Holly sobbed, hearing the referee come down to the count. All of her proud talk ended up here, beaten and humiliated on the mat, lying back and taking it from Sora in the end. "TWO!" the ref called, while Holly only laid there. Her leg bucked up once, weakly. Her chest would grind hard against Sora's, as she tried to get a shoulder up. And failed.

"THREE!"

Sora heard the three counts and needed to smile a bit. It was obvious from the beginning, no even before the match stated that he would be to one standing tall at the end. And Everyone not seeing this was a stupid idiot.

The boy decided to stay on top of his defeated pray for some moments. It was kind of nice up here… he was on top and had a soft warm body under him. Naturally there was a feeling of domination that kept him on her. But after some moment the referee girl would walk over to them and would grab his arm in an attempt to pull him up. Sora would shove her away before getting up on his own. When he was getting up to his knees he was pushing him almost completely up on his forearm lying across Holly´s face. HE would rub it a bit into her face while getting up. When he was on his knees he looked down to Holly´s body without saying a single word… then he looked up to the crowed surrounding the ring.

it was quiet… like no moment before… to each moment he said something or holly or the fans would show their feelings but right now no one was saying anything. Sora was just kneeing there looking down to her before a smile was showing on his face and he stepped up to his feet.  He would stand tall directly above his opponent when the ref girl came over and grabbed his wrist and raised his hand into the air, showing that he was the winner of that match.

Finally the ring announcer would break the silence be speaking into the microphone.

“This match is over and decided… Winner via Pin fall is Sora Hyamoto!”

What a great sound in the ears of Sora another Victory for him. He would rip his hand free from the grab of the ref and would walk over to the edge of the ring, where the ramp up back into the backstage area was. Sora walked to the ropes grabbed the top rope and jumped over it to the outside of the ring, he just needed to go a bit down into his knees after the landing.

The boy would slowly start to walk up the ramp, past the still quiet fans… looks like he totally ruined their evening. But he didn´t care much about that…

Half way up the stage Sora stopped and looked back into the ring to the body of Holly. No… that couldn´t be how he would let her get away. Sora would turn around at the point and walk back down. He walked back to the ring but wouldn´t enter it. Instead he would walk around it and would walk over to the time keeper area. He looked around for a short moment…

There it was what he was looking for. Sora would bow forward and would grab a steel chair with both of his hands and pull it closer to him. He would hold it in his hands for some moments and turning it a bit, watching it closely. It was a simple steal chair… nothing special… no, that wasn´t what he was looking for. It was not right for him. Sora would drop the chair down to the floor before walking over to the announce table. He would look at the padded office chair the moderators where sitting on.

He thought for a very short moment. Yeah that was more what he was looking for. The announcers were looking at him pretty surprised. Sora would walk up to them with emotionless look on his face. “Come on get up I needed this chair!”, explained the big boy the announcer directly in front of him. He was looking over to his partners with a surprised look on his face. He didn´t know what to do right now.

This was taking Sora to long. He would bow down and grab the official at his collar and rip him out of the chair before throwing him into the time keeper area like it was nothing.
Then Sora would reach out grapping the empty chair in front of him. He rolled the chair over the floor closer to him and watched it closely. Yeah this one was better. Sora would pick the chair from the floor and hold it next to his head. While screaming out loud he would try to throw the chair from behind the announce table into the ring. The Japanese Boy would watch that he didn´t hit Holly on accident.  If this was done, SOra would turn back to the time keeper area and get a microphone from there.

With this in hand he would return back into the ring by sliding in under the bottom rope. Sora would stand tall in the ring and look around in the ring. The fans were starting to whisper between them. They didn´t know what Sora was up to but what they know was that I wouldn´t be anything good.

The big Boy started to walk throw the ring, first he would walk over to Holly and grab her hair to pull her into the center of the ring. Sora would lay her there onto her stomach before he would walk over to the chair to place it right next to Holly.

Sora took a seat and land back into the chair. He would look into the crowed for some moment while turning his chair around a bit to watch into even more faces. It took him some times till he finally raised his microphone to his mouth. The fans were curious what he would have to say.

Then Sora would start with a clam voice. “Thank you!“ where the first words coming out of his moth. “Thank you all!” the first fans were realizing that Sora was copping the speech from Holly before the matches Started. “Now!  My match tonight, I am dedicating to all of you!  Your belief in me has shown me that I am a competitor, a fighter, and that I can survive anything thrown my way!  And I promise you that I will pay back that support tonight, by fighting my way to victory!  A victory that I will dedicate to every single one of you!  So, let my opponent bring whatever he wants to the ring, tonight, because with the love and support of my fans, and my own determination, I will weather whatever he throws my way, pin him to the mat, and prove that I'm just as capable a wrestler as any man who steps into this ring!”

Sora would take a short break, without showing any emotions on his face. "I don't care how much 'research' you think you've done, I'm going to show you what a mistake you're making! My career changes, tonight- and you're going to be the first person I pin to the mat in AFW, to start it all off! I'm never giving up this sport! Not for the losses, not for the cruel words of misogynists like you, not for anything! A new era begins for me tonight, and it begins with pinning your shoulders right to this mat!"

It was clear to see that the fans were not happy to hear this… But sora would go on. "Still think you're so much tougher than me, you arrogant bastard? I'm about to teach you some manners!"      

Without any problems Sora was able to memorize all of this… he would take a short break gain looking around in the arena before switching to his own word.
“These were just a handful of lies told to you people! And you were thinking I was the bad guy. Let me tell you something… I am not the bad guy… I am the guy how say how it is… I don´t lie to you! When I came out here I told her that it would be the smartest hand best option for her was to leave the ring… I gave her the chance to avoid this all. But No! She wanted to stay. She wanted to fight against me… but not for you people just for herself. She wanted to keep a lie alive that she builds up around herself like her own little world. She tells herself that she belongs here… but that is wrong!  Over my past I traveled all over the world and fought in many league´s… some bigger then this some smaller… And I met people like Holly over and over. And each one thought `oh look at me I am a wrestler I can wrestle! I am so great at it…´ but these people where wrong!”

Sora took another break and turned his chair around now looking into the other direction.
“I don´t know what u guys know about so call Eyecandy…  So I will start from 0! Eyecandy… are wrestles just like Holly… they are hindered for one reason and one reason only. And no not because of their in ring skills… not because they bring out great matches or a made a match look good, not because their unbelievable Charisma they show when you give them a Mic.
No the reason because they are hired is because of their looks… because of their body! They should look good, what should please the fans. Their looks should lure the fans into the arenas… but in the end it is an insult…
It is an insult to the fans and the wrestlers which have to share a ring with them. I met wreslters all over the world working on their fighting styles and in ring skills, working them almost to death just to get into a league like this one. And then there are people like Holly! They come around the corner and just looks great and management goes like ´oh tits! We need to hire!´
And the end of the song is this matches just like this one here happen someone like me working his whole live hard to get to fight in rings like this needs to waste his time with someone like her. And you are the one screwed over… you came her and pained enormous prices to see good matches and all you get is someone good running over someone like her. But you guys are only seeing one guy running over her… so what do you do? You boo the guys that looks like the bad guys to you… but It is not my fault! It is her fault and the fault of this stupid Seller backstage there. ”  

Sora would turn his chair that Holly was lying to his right now. He would reach down with his right arm and grab her hair before pulling her upper body up a bit. He would force her to look into the crowed. “Look Holly you were the one letting them down… not by loosing this match… instead by competing in it… you should have seen it a long time ago you are no wrestler! You should have quit this business ages before that match! For yourself and for the fans. But you are so an egomaniac, selfish  girl you just want to go on and have them sit through another Terrible match after the next! You finally need to see it that is can´t go on like this… Do it for the fans and quit! You have no talent for this sport…”

Sora would look her into the face before he would look up the ramp. Now he would speak much louder! “There is another person we needed to thank for this horrible match up! No one less then out GM Miss Seller! Thank you Seller for that u wasted all of our times by putting me, one of the greatest and most known names in this industry against someone like her!  It is you fault that his happened to her! If Holly wouldn´t quit it should be you job… no it is your Job to throw her out of here! And the next time you put me in a match better look for a opponent who is a challance for me or at least make me sweat a bit! I want competition!”

The fans were starting to boo the big man again. And this was it what made him really mad! He would throw the head of Holly to the mat, before stepping up again. “How can you do this, guys! You should cheer for my cause I am lying down the truth in front of you! How can you cheer for such a waste of time, space and air!” Sora would start to stomp down onto the back of his opponent.

Flat on her back, squashed into the mat, Holly could only lie there and accept her fate. Sora lingered on top of her after the three count, making certain she wouldn't forget the weight of his large, muscle-bound body on top of her. The forearm, squashing her face against the mat. All adding up to make the buxom British Bombshell look completely, utterly defeated.

When Sora finally got up from her, Holly let out a loud, gasping sob. Flat on her back, Holly let the all-too-familiar feelings of defeat and humiliation wash over her battered body. Slowly, the Brit draped an arm over her face, not even trying to hold back her tears. She had been so utterly convinced, to certain that tonight was going to be different. That she was finally going to get that big singles win she had wanted to give to her fans. Now, however, Holly was flat on her back, having been completely dominated by yet another man in an AFW ring. Her chest heaved as she sobbed, the only signs of life coming from the poor young fighter.

Eyes closed tight, Holly didn't watch Sora as he was presented as the victor to the crowd. She could only hear the announcer, each word feeling like a needle in her heart. Slowly, trembling, Holly tried to roll up onto her side. She slid her hand up to nurse her aching head. The beaten Brit was still conscious, but only barely. Really, it only seemed almost cruel that she was still awake, wallowing in her defeat. So wrapped up in that misery, Holly almost forgot about her brutish conqueror- until Sora had a handful of her hair, and dragged her to the center of the ring!

"Ooooww~" Holly whined, her limp body dragging along the mat. Holly was rolled over onto her belly helplessly, unable to muster even the most meager resistance. Sora had her right where he wanted her, and it terrified Holly to ponder what he had planned next.

However, physical punishment wasn't what Sora had in mind. Not yet, at least. Instead, Holly was forced to lie there and listen as the big man ran through her entire opening promo, an open mockery of her promise to the fans and herself that she would come out of the ring tonight a winner. Everything she'd tried to convince herself of, before the opening bell. The mockery cut her deep, bringing fresh tears streaming down her face.

"Th-that's ... not fair!" she groaned, as Sora's mockery turned from running down Holly's promo, to running down her body and skill. The British Bombshell's face flushed deep, embarrassed as Sora accused her of being hired for her looks, and the insult that would be to the fans. "I-I ..." she protested, in a weak voice. But no words came. Lying flat on her belly, too weak to get up, what was Holly going to say? After the way Sora had beaten her, so completely and utterly, could she really convince anyone she was really a great wrestler? Holly looked petrified. Was Sora right about her, all along?

"Aaaah!" Holly cried out, as Sora bounced her face off the mat! She placed a hand over her nose, clutching at her aching face. Starting to panic, Holly tried to crawl away, get herself out of the ring before things got even worse for her. However, Sora stopped her had with a stiff stomp to the back! "Ooooooohhh~!" Holly howled in pain, Sora trapping her in place. Holly kicked her boots, pounded her fists against the mat. It wasn't dignified, but the posh Brit was throwing a bit of a fit- Sora was continuing his domination of her after the bell, and there was nothing she could do about it!

With Sora continuing to mock and stomp on Holly after the bell, the crowd could tell there was nothing that could help the posh brit. It seemed that the only thing that could be done was the loud booing from the crowd, which was not helping the young woman at all. All she could do was kick her boots in protest as Sora abused her, having been beaten, pulled by the hair, mocked, and stomped on probably tearing her spirit apart. But thankfully for everyone that was forced to watch this, there were more wrestlers in the arena than just Holly and Sora tonight.

Newcomer Mako Adachi had been sitting in her chair with a pissed off look on her face ever since Sora made his speech after entering the ring. Even before the two had come out she had been in the front row, wanting to study and learn from other competitors by watching their matches. And tonight she managed to learn some new things. Number one was that Sora here was the biggest asshole she’d ever seen, and that he had no limit in his arrogance it seemed. This really wasn’t the kind of thing she wanted to learn but oh well.

He comes out here talking all this shit about his opponent and tells Holly to just give up. Then when she has the courage to stand up to the douche in front of everyone, she looses to him. Number 2, bad things happen to good people…this day is just full of depressing lessons it seemed. But whatever now this match can be over with and everyone here, Mako included, can be done watching this guy...or so she thought.

"You have to be fucking kidding me..." Mako said as Sora didn’t leave, but instead got a chair from the announcers and started ranting once again about all this random shit. How he’s so great, others just can’t compare to him, and how this was all Melissa Seller’s fault, she wouldn’t like that for sure. People quickly started booing him, but he would just keep talking about how the crowd should be on his side, and that he wants actual competition. Sora even starts stomping on Holly even now that the match is over. And that pissed off Mako, so much so that after watching this prick all night, she was ready to give Sora a lesson in humility. That would be the third lesson of the night, people like him get what’s coming to them…one way or another.

Mako jumped right over the barricade, and push away a security team member who tried to stop her. The shark would then glare at the man as she took off her coat. Seeing the rage in her eyes, he made the right decision of backing away and letting her do her thing. Mako would then throw the coat to the floor as she approached the ring with the crowd beginning to notice her. Most thought she was a random fan who was trying to show off and most likely get her face beat in. But regardless people were cheering since someone was going to try to shut Sora up, even if no one thought this random woman could succeed.

So wearing jeans and and a white tank top, the Mako would slide right under the ropes before standing right up and staring Sora down while yelling, “Hey asshole! How about you do us all a favor and get the hell out of here! NO ONE wants to hear you whine like a BITCH!” Mako wasn’t even going to let him have the chance to run away though, as she would run right over and plant a haymaker right into Sora’s arrogant face shouting “Lesson time Mother fucker!".

Sora was keep stamping down onto the girl in front of him. He just waited for the referees to come running in and pull him away from her. But he didn´t see anyone coming running down the ramp to help her… Maybe some of the official had the right opinion, just like he, about wrestlers like her. He wanted to send a signal not only to Holly instead to the whole roster backstage! They should see what was going to happen if you would screw with him. He wanted someone to face that was his level… okay there was no one on his level… but at least someone who could hold on with him some time…

Suddenly Sora heard that the sound from the crowed started to chance. Sora would look up the ramp looking if someone would come to save his victim but still the ramp was empty… did this looser have no friends backstage coming to save her. That wasn´t a bit surprising for the big man.

But then he heard a sound from the other side of the ring. Questing he would slowly turn his head and saw that a woman just entered the ring. She was wearing a simple white top and a pair of jeans… This outfit wasn´t the normal out fit for a fighter… was she a fans who watched the match to this point, thinking she could stop him from doing what he wants to do?
At a closer look Sora could see that she had a very trained body… even with her closes on that was very easy to see… maybe she was not coming out of the back but still was a fighter… maybe she was just watching the show…

Sora watched her closely… she was dame hot… went throw his mind when he watched her strong and still well formed body.
The Japanese Boy would leave Holly alone he would just keep her foot onto her back and watch the new girl coming closer.
When she was close enough that Sora could look her into the eyes he saw something. He saw flames of rage. Average people would be scared away from a look like that, but Sora needed to smile when her saw this… he was used to a looks like that… but normally they weren´t so intensive.

Sora would start to walk closer to the new girl in the ring. He listened what she tell him. He needed to smile. If he would get five bugs for each time he heard something like that. Sora put his arms apart and pulled his shoulders up.
“Hm normally when someone enters a ring without getting announced he introduces himself to the other people… so I may ask he the hell you…” Sora was unable to finish his sentence because he caught a unbelievable strong punch right into his face. The hit made his head snap back into his neck, before the big boy would stumble backwards himself. What the fuck was that? Did she just hit him with a hammer into his face… no she didn´t had any weapon with her!

Finally he was able to stop… she was able to send him back a pretty big distance with just one punch. Sora touched the spot where she hit him into the face. No that was a punch… a fucking strong punch.

Suddenly he heard that she called him a mother fucker!

Oh that was something you better not do… Sora stumped back forwards… he wanted payback now… for the punch and the insult in front of all these people! He was walking straight up to that new girl, totally ignoring Holly…
“Okay listen I don´t know how you are and I really don´t want to know… but I know one thing… I will make you pay for this!” Sora would then try to reach out with his left arm hopping to grab Mako´s hair and pull her a bit down before he raised his right arm aiming to sent a punch at the head to the new girl!

"Uuuugh! Uuuuugghnnn! Nnnnghhaaaahh!" Each stomp of Sora's boot on Holly's back drew another cry of anguish from the battered British Bombshell. Arching her back and writhing in agony, Holly's immediate reaction was to start tapping the mat, signalling her complete and utter submission to Sora in hopes of pleading with him to stop. No one was coming from the back to help her, Holly figured. Neither of her tag partners were here, tonight. She had no other friends in the locker room. She was alone, with no defense against Sora's brutality!

"Oh, God, no! Please!" Holly cried out, as Sora's boot came down mercilessly. Again and again, trampling her lower back. A look of sheer horror overtook Holly's face, as tears flowed freely from her face. Her trembling body was helpless, and Holly could only imagine how much damage Sora was doing to her body! All because she was too weak, too incompetent, to defend herself. Now, he was in position to not just end her hopes for this match, but possibly put an end to her wrestling career!

As she lay there, suffering, Holly could hear a voice, and a sudden rush from the fans. Bewildered, the battered buxom Brit couldn't imagine what they were cheering. Then, she heard the voice of the newcomer. Sora's boot rested on Holly's back, keeping her trapped the way a cat plays with its food. Weak, Holly reached out, but lacked the strength to crawl away. She whimpered, finding it hard to imagine that anyone- even this woman speaking so boldly to Sora, just now- could do anything to save her!

Then, however, she heard the crowd erupt! The newcomer had laid into Sora's face with what sounded like a powerful blow, rocking him! He actually got off of her! Taking a deep breath, Holly pushed through the pain. Rolling over again and again, the British Bombshell did her best to roll over to ringside, and away from the two fighters in the ring.

Sparing a moment to look up, Holly took the measure of the woman who had come out to save her. After the dominance that Sora had just displayed, she couldn't believe someone would speak so boldly to him. Threatening, name-calling, challenging him without a hint of fear in her voice. But there she was. Holly's tear-strained eyes widened, as she looked the woman over. With pristine white hair, a toned and powerful-looking body that she clearly had no issue showing off, the woman was a vision. Her arm and shoulder were covered in tattoos, adding to a definite badass mystique.

Holly let out a sob, as her lower back spasmed in pain. Her night was over. Sora had finished her off, and made easy work of her. Humiliated, humbled, there wasn't much left for the British Bombshell to do, but slink away to the locker room and lick her wounds. Rolling off the ring apron to the dirty floor below, Holly only hoped the newcomer would fare better than she had.