Ignominy And Humiliation !

Debbi and Diane were already bickering. They both wanted to be in the blue corner. Debbi because blue was the national team colour of Italy and she wanted to fight as a representative of both England and Italy in honour of her parentage. Diane wanted the blue corner because she thought of herself as representing the ancestral rights of the blue blooded aristocracy. As referee, Jeff decided in Diane's favour. "You're in the red corner Debbi, it matches the colour of your costume" he decided. "What there is of it" Diane smirked, considering the skimpy red bra and knickers which were all that Debbi was wearing.

Eamon meanwhile was at his avuncular best and had warmed up the crowd ready for the contestants appearance. So when Debbi entered it was to cheers and wolf whistles, while Diane was met with a chorus of boos that only the most charitable would describe as good natured. "Plebs" she muttered under her breath. Jeff took the mic to explain the rules of the contest, such as they were. The fight was to be decided by a submission or by a shoulder pin for a count of ten. The announcement that the loser would be hosed down outside in the car park as a further forfeit was warmly received by the watching staff. Jeff drew the two adversaries together to warn them that he wanted a good clean fight. Debbi had expected the sort of impenetrable costume that Diane had selected for herself but she had not considered that Diane would also be sporting sports shoes while she herself was barefoot. "That's not fair" she protested. "It was agreed that I would choose the costumes once the concession was made that you could pick your opponent and for some unfathomable reason you chose me" Diane pointed out. "Why you would do that when you knew it would be certain to end in defeat I have no idea" she continued confidently.

The two retreated to their respective corners where Carol and Aditty were acting as their respective assistants. Eamon rang a bell enthusiastically to signal the start of the contest and Debbi hurled herself across the ring at Diane. Unfortunately, her bare feet quickly began to slip and slither in the slime of the mud which had been liberally spread all over the ring. She was already toppling forward when she made a **** lung at Diane's midriff. Although she was able to grasp her opponent around the waist. Debbi's surge had lost all momentum and all she had succeeded in doing was to make herself **** to Diane being able to reach down and grab Debbi's own waist in a firm lock. With Debbi held fast and with her feet slipping, it was a simple matter for Diane to bend her double and deftly unclasp her bra, before wrenching it clean off of her body and hurling it out of the ring. The bout had only been going for twenty seconds and Debbi was already topless !

Diane pushed Debbi further down onto her knees, attempting to bury her face in the mud. She partially succeeded before Debbi wrestled clear but as she tried to stand, her feet once more slipped beneath her and Diane was able to push her onto her back. Jumping on top of her, Diane tried to clamp Debbi's wrists. "Submit ?" she asked. "No way" hissed Debbi, kicking out and bucking frantically. Diane pushed down on Debbi's shoulders and Jeff began to count. "One, two, three.." Debbi was able to partially rise and stop the count. Diane tried again. This time the count reached five but Debbi was still able to rise enough to stop it.

Diane tried a different approach. She got up and stood on Debbi's wrists and then reached down to grab her ankles and pull them right back over her head. Diane then squatted down on Debbi's ankles, trapping her shoulders too. Surveying Debbi's upturned ass, it was too tempting a target not to rip the flimsy thong knickers off, thus rendering Debbi once more naked. Diane looked down at herself and there was rather more mud than she would have liked spattered on the small amount of flesh that she did have showing. But she knew she would soon be showering in the privacy and comfort of the executive bathroom and the view that she knew Debbi was presenting more than compensated for that. Stew had had clearer shots of Debbi's asshole and pussy during previous stunts but even through the mud, he was getting pretty good shots for his live stream.

Diane looked over at Jeff expectantly. Debbi's shoulders were surely pinned ? Jeff began to intone "One, two, three..." Diane could feel Debbi still tensing and trying to push beneath her but in the position that Diane had manoeuvred her into, there was nothing she could do. Diane began to slap Debbi's upturned ass in time with the count "...eight, nine, ten, out !" The bout was over. Once more it had ended in ignominy and humiliation for Debbi. Diane beat a final triumphant tattoo on Debbi's ass and got to her feet to receive the plaudits of victory.