Isa vs Ataru - Cross/roster match (complete)

The ref girl seemed to have enjoyed her share of fun with the current match and now she was ready to "professionally" get back to her role like if nothing had really happened!

Giving her a scorned stare, Ataru hinted at rolling away but to his bad luck, Isa was there to help him up to his feet... and toss him right to the ropes.
Disoriented and not ready to come out with a counterattack strategy, Ataru could only run forcefully back to the awaiting nordic girl, who was ready to welcome him with a neatly executed clothesline.

"Unnghff..!". With a faint groan, the young Japanes went back down to the mats at Isa's feet, rubbing his sore neck and winching in dazed pain.

Isa was momentarily feeling a bit uncomfortable about the recent incident with the ref girl. Sure enough, she had absolutely nothing to complain about! Despite her moment of hot temper towards the ref girl, she had been all nice and complied with her requests. Even too much. It had become clear that the ref girl was all too happy to see Ataru in trouble, and that meant she could be potentially biased... Something that Isa was not eager to take advantage of!

To overcome that feeling, Isa decided that she needed to get Ataru up, but only to then down him again. The blonde proceeded to execute that plan with the clothesline, and sure enough, Ataru was still too dazed from all the previous squeezes and pins that the boy was promptly sent down right next to Isa.

The Japanese boy was already clearly in pain, so it was only fair towards him for Isa to try finishing him off again, right? Following that logic, Isa decided to quickly attempt jumping heavily on the boy's chest, then grabbing his leg for a cover while pressing his shoulders down with her thighs and subtly squeezeing her legs around the boy's head as if an encouragement to just stay put! Surely the ref girl would be up-to-speed with her count this time....

After being toyed by his opponent and even the ref girl, Ataru was now being methodically softened up by the scandinavian girl: letting out a faint groan of pain when she nailed him with a clothesline, the Japanese boy crashed back first into the mats, too stunned to react and roll away in time before Isa would hip-drop right onto his chest.

"Unnghfff!", Dark spots danced before Ataru's eyes as the wind was crushed out of his lungs and Isa reached for his leg ready to cover him for the pin.

This time, the ref girl was happy to oblige with Isa's expectations as she promtly went to the mats and started the count: "ONE! ...TW-Ohh??".
Nonetheless, the ref stopped half from completing the second count when the young boy reflexively used his only chance to kickout and break the pin. "Hrrumpff...! @.@"

However, each desperate escape from Ataru was quickly depleting his stamina, and while he was slowly trying to crawl away from Isa's clutches, breathing heavily and with his tired body all glistening with sweat, his tank seemed to be clearly out of fuel now. "Uff..ufff..."

Surely this was it. Ataru had been stunned by the clothesline, his air had been driven out by the drop and his shoulders were solidly put in place. There was nothing he could do.

But still, somehow, the boy managed to kick out. Isa could not understand how that could have happened, but evidently it had. Even the ref girl seemed quite puzzled, maybe even disappointed...

"Wow... You must be quite used to taking a beating..." the blonde commented to Ataru, partly as a genuine compliment, but partly also in a subtly sarcastic tone as the girl was somewhat frustrated and disappointed with the turn of events.

But as soon as Isa rose, Ataru started crawling away. Naturally, that had to be stopped. The blonde then promptly grabbed the boy's ankles, and started positioning herself on top of his legs. Isa was trying to get Ataru into a tight Boston Crab hold, hoping that getting it locked in could finally break the Japanese boy's spirit.

"Umpf...why thank you...", Ataru grumbled back, not missing the hint of mockery in Isa's praise, but he didn't stop his attempt at crawling towards the ropes, well knowing that he needed a short break.
Eventually, it was the nordic girl who stopped him before he could reach his goal, taking a grab of his ankles and straining pull them backwards.

"Oh no...! A-Almost there....!!!", Ataru would protest in shocked alarm, trying to kick his legs and stretching forward towars the ropes but they remained tauntingly inches out of reach. "Unfhh...! D-Dammit...", the young boy would let out a breathless groan when he felt Isa gently plop her butt onto his back: the clear sign that his tugging and struggling had failed and she had locked the Boston Crab in.

Isa was even more amazed that Ataru had managed to break the pinning attempt as she saw the struggle he had with crawling away from her. It was somewhat discouraging, almost as if she had felt that the boy had no right of trying so persistently to fight back, if it was so hard for him! Well, of course he had, but he was just being a tad more stubborn opponent than what Isa had gotten used to before. Usually by this time, after dominating her opponent such thoroughly with her holds, the blonde would have already gotten some points scored to her favor.

However, that wasn't the case now, and the only way to proceed was to make Ataru suffer even more. The Boston crab sounded like a good choice of trying to lure the boy into submitting. And sure enough, it was easy for the blonde to get once again hold of him, and locking the hold in place.

Glancing over her shoulder, Isa could see the Japanese boy's hand being only a few inches away from the ropes. That provided Isa with some guilty pleasure. She would have never admitted it, but the way Ataru was now so close to achieving freedom seemed like a good payback of her having already been so close to scoring a pinfall on him. This just made them even now!

"Oh, Ataru, I'm not stoppin' 'til you're tappin'!"

"Uunghh...", Ataru had to groan in uncomfortable response, gritting his teeth as Isa furtherly pulled his legs backwards, adding to his straining pain while also embarrassing him with the feeling of her soft tush sitting on his back.

Squirming in discomfort as he fruitlessly tried to reach the tauntingly close rope break, Ataru would also try to kick his legs free, only to find that the lovely blonde had tucked his shins nice and snug under her armpits, locking him in for good.

"Nnnghhh.... n-not going to happen-ghhh...! 0///0", the Japanese boy retorted amidst groaning underneath her. Stubborn to the bitter end and resolved not to give up like a wimp, Ataru was unwittingly playing along with Isa's plans there. He might endure the pain and not submit maybe, but her submission hold was sapping more and more of his stamina, gradually rendering him as weak as a kitten, all buttered up for whatever Isa would like to do next.

Isa had gotten the Boston Crab locked in well, and rather painfully as well. Ataru was close to the ropes and he had already been annoyingly persistent, so the blonde was already eager to seal the first round in her favor. The Japanese boy was quite slender, and Isa was guessing that his ability to counter her submission holds had to be limited....which only meant that had he had any sense in him, he would have been submitting sooner rather than later!

However, while Isa was persistently keeping the hold locked in longer and longer, and Ataru's resistance was getting practically nonexistant, the boy was still too stubborn to submit. Sighing in frustration, Isa admitted to herself that she had to change her strategy once again. "OK, OK. If it's not going to happen this way then..."

The blonde let Ataru's legs go, but quickly turned around, and tried to put the boy into a Camel Clutch hold instead! "...then I'm afraid I have to do it like this then!" Isa stated with a tone that was half-cheerful, and half-impatient at the same time.

Maybe Ataru's stubborn resistance was not setting him free, but it sure was helping Isa look good, allowing her to display her full set of grappling techniques as she locked him from one hold into another. And now it was the turn of a good camel clutch, as Ataru realized when she sat down onto his back again pulling up at his chin.

"Urrgh... m-my back.... @///@". His sore back was streched once again as uncomfortable pressure was applied to Ataru's neck too, causing the trapped boy to groan and squirm desperately. But with his arms draped over Isa's thighs, it was unlikely for him to get the needed leverage to escape. Though, his mind didn't miss the hint of nervousness in Isa's cheerful voice, suggesting that maybe the girl's muscles were getting tired. The ref-girl approached asking if he would give up but Ataru shook his head.
"All I need to do is to endure a little more and I'll break free eventually", he thought in self encouragement, flexing his muscles to put up further resistance.

There was only one problem: Isa was still ontop, a profitable stance to shift into a sleeperhold or a scissorhold submission that would totally mess up his escape plans.

Getting Ataru turned into a Camel Clutch proved out to be no problem for Isa, just as the blonde girl had been suspecting. The boy was already way too weak to offer any meaningful resistance, and Isa got the hold locked in truly well. And she was not taking it easy with the pressure...

Considering that, it was quite a disappointment for Isa as Ataru was still refusing to submit when the ref girl asked whether he would be doing so. Isa reacted by shooting an astounded glance at the ref girl, who just shrugged in response. "How can he endure so much? Why is he so stubborn?"

Maybe finding answers to those questions inside Isa's head could give her keys to finally make the boy surrender. Her Camel Clutch was still thoroughly locked in place with Ataru offering no signs of resistance, so maybe Isa had to take her strategy to a mental level again. "Oh, Ataru, why are you so stubborn? Is it because you're fighting in front of your home crowds? Come on, don't worry, they will forgive you, even if you lose... It will be much easier for you that way..."