Isa vs Ataru - Cross/roster match (complete)

Best 2 of 3 rounds match - Standard rules: long pinfall (count of five), submission or KO to win each round.

Ataru was excited at the idea of a new match in the Tension arena... and a bit nervous because it was against a girl from Friction, which meant that the young Japanese boy didn't know anything about her next female opponent. Not that his record against Tension women had been particularly impressive in any case, considering that he was not exactly the bulky kind of wrestler, and that many of the female foes he had faced lately had found their easy ways to embarass, seduce or just plain overpower him.



Anyway, he was going to face one of those girly girls from Friction tonight, so he was convinced to have very good chances to win this time! Or that's what the cute slim boy was telling himself, sitting on a bench in the dressing room, waiting for his turn to appear on the ramp. Isa was the guest after all, so she was going to enter the ring first.

Isa was nervous. Ther reason wasn't that her opponent was new to her. It wasn't that there was going to be multiple rounds either.

It was the fact that her opponent was going to be male.

Isa hadn't really wrestled men before. Granted, she had gotten some experience with Alicia's friend Dmitri, but that was about it. She knew that men often weren't that much greater opponents than women, but this situation still had some sense of the unknown to her.

Besides, why had the management even assigned her to this match? The reasons she could only guess. Was it because of her poor performance in the SS match? Was it because someone really wanted to see her wrestle males? Or was it just something everyone had to do at some point? And why had she felt like she couldn't turn down the offer?

Isa - The Angel Of Ice:

But would she show her worries to the crowds? No way. The blonde put on a brave and kindly smiling face as Mountain Sound started playing on the arena and she started heading towards the ring.

Hopping gently into the ring, the blonde then proceeded to jump sitting on the top rope, crossing her legs and gracefully waving at the crowds, then repeating her actions on the opposite side. After that, it was time to settle down to her corner, and find some relief from the spotlight as her opponent was finally going to be revealed.

Listening to Isa's theme, Ataru couldn't resist the curiosity to take a look of his mysterious opponent, and so he peeked from the backstage at the beautiful girl while she walked her way to the ring, finally doing her graciously teasing leg crossing number for the fans. The audience responded with loud cheering encouragements for Isa, making it quite clear who was their favorite for the incoming match.
Ataru himself was inevitably affected by the lovely looking opponent, admitting to himself that she looked like a fairy tales princess. "Woah...focus Ataru, focus. You're not here for a date 0///0", he would scold himself half-seriously.

Soon his turn to show up came and Ataru walked to the ring wearing a hooded jacket over his usual wrestling attire made of stretchy pants with a Japanese flag on the side and matching boots. Giving random hi fives to the fans, he felt quite confident about his chance. His opponent looked more like a model than an actual wrestler after all. Well, not that he looked like a bodybuilder himself too.

Once on the ring, and having taken his jacket off, Ataru realized that the Scandinavian girl was actually a bit taller than him, and he couldn't help but notice her sinuous, shapely and... yes, also strong looking legs. But hey, Isa still looked like a gracious princess which could not affect his self-confidence. Well, maybe a figure skating champion giving due credit to her legs.

Anyway, the Friction girl looked quite nervous (which made her even cuter to Ataru's eyes), so the Japanese boy decided it would at least give her a kind welcome, more or less: "Well looks like we are opponents tonight. My name is Ataru and I hope we have a good match", he said stretching out a hand for Isa to clench, then adding with a cheeky wink "...Also, no hard feelings when I'll win ok?".
Far from being meant as obnoxious cockyness, that last part was actually part of the usual, harmless ring "trash talk" to spice up things a bit from the crowd, and Isa could probably tell from the slight blush rising to his face that the cute boy was trying to dissimulate some slight nervousness himself.

Isa was watching intently as Ataru was making his appearance, wanting to gather as much information about him as fast as possible. The blonde always wanted to form a clear strategy as early as possible, and observing her opponent's entrance would probably offer her a lot of important clues for that.

As the guy was approaching the ring, he exuded mysteriousness, and attitude of a bad boy. Despite the high fives, Isa felt that he was probably quite merciless as an opponent.

But that all changed as the guy entered the ring, taking off his hoodie jacket. Now dressed in only the Japanese-themed pants and boots, he suddenly had a much more friendly and, well, less dangerous appearance.

Approaching Ataru, Isa did her best to appear as confident as possible. And indeed, her own confidence was actually increasing by the second. She could deduce that her opponent was most probably local, potentially making him the fan favorite, but despite that, the guy wasn't that big or strong-looking either. That was good news.

By the time Isa was clenching Ataru's hand, it was obvious that she had the size advantage here. Maybe she had a good chance of overpowering him after all...

"Hello Ataru, I'm Isa, the Angel of Ice!" she started with a graceful tone. "I can see that you're the local fan favorite..." she continued, simultaneously noticing the boy's slight blushing as well. "But I'll assure you, there's a lot of work for you to achieve your goal!" she concluded, raising her eyebrows briefly while taking a few steps back.

The bell was quick to ring, and Isa decided quickly to start off by finding out about one key question: Ataru's strength. Raising her arms up, the blonde was inviting him for a traditional lock-up.

Ataru watched at Isa slightly rising an eybrow before getting ready for the match, basically unfazed by his little friendly provocation as she sized him from head to toes and got into her stance.

Well he (or his cute, totally non-intimidating body) surely had succeeded in his effort at making her feel more confident and less nervous. And there she was now, taking the middle of the ring and inviting him to a starting lockup.
Ataru decided to go for a traditional test of strenght entwining his fingers with hers, both hands above the contender heads as they faced each others trying to push the opponent backwards, or possibly down to their knees.

"Unf.... not half bad Isa-chan", Ataru said with a half grin as both of them seemed to be straining without taking much advantage.
Actually, Ataru was not pushing all out: confident in his supposigly superior upper body strenght, he was mostly trying to gauge Isa's physical ability at the moment.

And soon, the boy tried to apply more strenght: "But now.... nnghhff... 0///0". Now... the Japanese boy could be right on his assumption, maybe, but he still had neglected a detail: Isa's size advantage was granting her a much better leverage.
And so, Ataru's increasing efforts were not producing the expected progress, causing his cute face to blush some more: A clear sign that something was not going along with his plans.

Ataru seemed to be all too keen to accept Isa's challenge, and the boy was quick to lock his hands with the blonde's. Apparently he was confident of his strength and capabilities - or underestimating Isa's - but that just made Isa even happier. She would quickly find out about his strength level, and that information was crucial to forming her own strategy.

Isa counted on her solid legs, but her size advantage definitely helped as well. Their contest started off somewhat mildly, and it was clear to Isa that neither one of them was pushing all out from the beginning. For the blonde the key point was to examine Ataru's capabilities, and applying more pressure only progressively granted her a good chance of doing that.

But soon Ataru's face started showing elements of struggling. His face was blushing, and Isa took it as a sign of his capabilities soon being reached.

The blonde still packed some more punch though. "Quite good, Mr. Ataru, but can you handle this one?" Suddenly, Isa applied a lot more pressure against her opponent's arms, hoping to break up the boy's stance and manage to push him backwards. What she actually wanted to achieve was to push him all the way to his back being against the ropes - now that would be a fun way to start off the match.

Ataru couldn't push back Isa and viceversa, both contenders struggling from supremacy to not much avail. Being about as strong as the cute Icelandian girl was embarrassing to accept... but he had not seen the worst part yet: Groaning and blushing in shocked, embarrassed disbelief, the cute boy was slowly but gradually overpowered as Isa started to apply more pressure to her test of strenght.

As the blonde beauty put her size advantage and her superior legs strenght to good use, Ataru's face was blushing ever deeper and not only from exertion.

"Nghhh... unnff... n-no way... 0///0".  Step by step he was helplessly walked backwards, furtherly demoralized at how Isa was doing it with a sweet teasing smile curling her lips until he had been hopelessly pressed to the ropes.
With that, Isa had definitely gained a starting advantage on her cute male foe, proving that he was physically weaker.

Pinned between the ropes and Isa's body, the young male was too much flustrated to figure out with any counter strategy for now, so he just kept trying to push back...and he kept failing to escape. The crowd roared happily at the scene, furtherly demoralizing Ataru as the arena was cheerfully starting to support the Friction girl.

Isa was fairly confident she could still push a bit more - and that turned out to be true. Ataru started slowly but surely getting pushed backwards, and based on how his face had started looking like, the boy was already giving his all. Good news. Apparently Ataru was quite an average Japanese boy, not especially strong, but still brave enough to test his skills in the AFW arena.

Isa on the other hand, as a relatively tall Nordic blonde, could be counted here for a descendant of the Vikings, strong and ready to conquer the ring from the hometown boy.

As Ataru's back was nearing the ropes, Isa was expecting the crowds to begin supporting her Japanese opponent. But instead, for some reason she couldn't figure out, the audience seemed all too happy about her establishing physical dominance over Ataru.

"Nice try, brave boy!"

Right now, the prospects of the match looked good to Isa. Ataru was clearly someone she'd be capable of overpowering. And his moves weren't really smart either, the boy just kept trying to push Isa away from him to no avail.

Isa then started hooking her leg around Ataru's own, hoping to trip him to a sitting position aided by a push. If successful, the blonde would be having hold of Ataru's hands above his head, with the boy sitting with his back against the ropes having her thighs right in front of his face.

"See, there's no point in trying to fight those, Ataru!" Isa would then say in a teasing but cheerful tone.

Having easily pushed Ataru to the ropes had made Isa much more confident and now the Scandinavian beauty was eager to furtherly tease and demoralize her cute weak opponent.

With her smooth leg hooked behind his legs, the boy was easily tripped into sitting back onto the middle rope.
"Gasp...! 0///0". With his hands still entwined with hers, Ataru was even more under Isa's control now and she was just loving it. His cheeks turned to the brightest red from having those supple thighs displayed right before his face.
The Japanese boy tried to get out from the embarrassing uncomfortable position but he had no leverage to struggle effectively. His efforts resulted into nothing more than bouncing into the ropes, much to Isa's amusement.

By now it had become clear to Isa that the odds might have actually been even more heavily on her favor than the blonde could have expected. Even if Ataru was a brave contender, so far he seemed to had been lacking the strength needed to counter Isa's actions. And maybe the guy wasn't even that experienced after all, making him suitable prey for the blonde!

Ataru was clearly struggling heavily and trying to free himself, but to no avail. Isa started actually feeling a bit guilty - had she been pressing too hard on him? Had she lured him into a test-of-strength totally unprepared? Should she retreat now for a bit, and let the Japanese boy to get on the offensive?

Nah. He was just in a too vulnerable position to let him go. Maybe she could give him some opportunities later, but not yet. Instead, the blonde would be releasing the hold of his hands, and instead grab hold of his head, shoving it between her thighs for a tight standing headscissor hold.