Mixed rosters: Lindsay Scatch Vs Nico Marelli (complete)

"Nghhhh... might be an idea..... but first of all I will escape.... nghffhh..".
All blushed in Lindsay's cuddly bearhug, Nico kept struggling... which just resulted into tiring himself. Linsay could rock and squeeze him as she pleased now, and Nico couldn't do anything about it.

She hastily squeezed tighter and tighter.
"GO DOWN ALREADY!" Lindsay squeaked, pulling tightly.

"N...nfhhh...." Nico was trying to fight back... and failing. As the boy became too weak to struggle, his tired face would now lean down onto Lindsay's lage bosoms. He tried to breathe, but Lindsay's contricting hug didn't allow him to get enough air.

The boy was obviously all hers at this point, and all she needed to do now was to choose the method of Nico's defeat.

She began to just apply heavy...relentless...pressure.
"Go...to...sleep!"

With each attempt at breathing, Nico would be squeezed closer and tighter in Lindsay's bearhug, until his lungs could not get any air at all.

"Ngffffff...." The last, stronger squeeze from Lindsay caused Nico to tilt his head back with a breathless groan. Then, his drowzy head would drop again, face falling onto the comforting cradle of her bosoms as he passed out in her anaconda-like embrace.
His eyes finally closed, the cute boy was now asleep like a baby in Lindsay's arms.

Lindsay tried her hardest to stand, carrying the boy up.
"Lets see if I can carry you away"

Normally it should have been hard For Lindsay to carry away a grown man, but Nico was a small boy, possibly weighting even less than herself.
In any case, there was nothing he could do to stop Lindsay from picking him up, since he was snoozing quietly in ber embrace.
All the while the crowd kept cheering and laughing in glee, obviously not minding at all the match revealing to be one-sided but loving how the Italian boy had been reduced to a cute and helpless burden in the arms of a sexy girl.

Lindsay carried the boy off, and to her car.
From there she took him to her apartment, and room.
She set him down upon the couch, going to get dressed.

Nico had been knocked out for good by Lindsay's final bearhug, as he keep taking a nap in her arms during all the time until he was dropped onto her couch.

Finally, the cute boy started to come back to his senses, his blurring eyes focusing on a living room, which was clearly furnished with a female touch, including the crouch where he was laying, still in his scantly wrestling attire.

"G-Guh... Where...what...???", he would mumble in embarassed confusion, then becoming all red-faced as he rememberd of his own demise... his last conscious memory of the match being of himself laying his sleepy face onto Lindsay's perfumed bosom... and surrendering to her embrace.

She returned to the room, in a attire of panties and a t-shirt.
"Hey sweetie! Wanna practice on how to beat someone like me?" She smiled to him.