Isa vs Ataru - Cross/roster match (complete)

Ataru's martial arts background had granted his body the resilience and flexibility to endure so far, but Isa was now attacking his willpower too, speaking soothingly as she kept sapping his resistance in her camel clutch.
"uunghh....y-yes...will be.....much...easier... N-no...I must not liste-nngghh...", the silly boy tried to stay strong but he was getting weaker and more docile with each new second.

Whether the pressure from the home crowds actually was a reason for Ataru's stubbornness remained somewhat of a mystery to Isa, as the boy was already too strained to form any decently coherent speech. He was first mumbling something that sounded like him being somewhat in an agreement with Isa, but the next second it was as if he was telling himself not to listen to any of the blonde's words.

"What? You don't want to listen to me? Hmph... Well, I can help you with that!" Isa started with a disappointed tone, that changed to comforting towards the end of her last sentence. She was definitely going to make it easier for Ataru not to listen to her words. But she wasn't sure it her way of doing that was the one the boy would have chosen though...

Isa loosened her camel clutch, but only just enough to get Ataru's head positioned between her thick thighs. Then she would press them hard against his ears, hoping that the resulting harsh squeeze on his head would both block any sound from his ears, and finally earn her a submission too.

Feeling Isa relent the pressure of her camel clutch, Ataru had thought that his stubborn endurance had finally paid off... but his delusions were short lived as he soon felt her long legs wrap around his head again, silken-smooth thighs covering his ears and pressing strongly around his head.

"Unnnghhhh...oh not..nngh...again... @///@", The young boy tried to wriggle his head in the hope to ease the painful pressure felt to his ears, but doing so he had just unwittingly assisted Isa's thighs in wrapping tight and snug around his neck, having him right back into another picture-perfect headscissor submission!
"Gasp....! @///@", he squirmed around meekly, hands running along Isa's glistening thighs trying to pry them apart, but his squeezed head was now too dizzy to coordinate an effective escape attempt. Not now that his stamina and willpower had been drained to their lowest in any case.

There was at least one way Ataru was very different from the opponents Isa had gotten used to, and that was the fact that he kept on verbally expressing his feelings of despair. Usually the blonde's opponents had been more of a silent type, especially when they were suffering, but it was constantly obvious to Isa based on what she was hearing, that Ataru was clearly struggling.

As the boy's hands wandered on Isa's thighs, the blonde let out a deep sigh. Still, even with her headscissor hold thoroughly locked in place, the boy was not surrendering. Especially with the scissor hold now being at maximum pressure, she couldn't understand why he hadn't just quit already! Glancing at the ref girl, Isa gave her a somewhat worried look. "Hey, do you think that he even knows that he can tap at any time? People can do that here in Tension too, can't they?"

Ataru's struggles were clearly getting weaker with each passing second as Isa put her perfectly sculpted thighs to good use, squeezing the remnants of his strenght out of him while choking him neraly unconscious.

The touch of his hands along her legs only amounted to provide her a strenghtless caress now, while the Nordic beauty took her time to chat with the ref girl about his possible dumbness, like if Ataru was not even there.

The dark spots dancing before his eyes and the increasing numbness invading his mind told Ataru that he was certainly going to sleep any moment now.
"Nghff stopfff... I ggivnnhgh...unnfff...". Accepting the inevitable, Ataru was now trying to speak out his surrender, but even that was difficult in his current conditions.

The ref girl's response to Isa's question was just a confused shrug. Apparently she was wondering about the same thing, but did not really think that Ataru would be dumb enough to not know all the ways he could signal his submission with. But she was concerned enough of the situation that she sat down in right in front of Ataru with her legs astride, so that she could evaluate the boy's situation better.

Isa on the other hand thought she could hear Ataru trying to say something, but his words had no chance of coming through as they were muffled by Isa's mighty thighs crushing his head. The blonde's reaction was to maintain the hard squeeze, and lean forward to hear him out better.

"What were you trying to say Ataru? If you want to submit, you can just tap on my thigh at any time. And that what you're doing now is not tapping, it's caressing!"

Helplessly thrashing around in Isa's tight headscissors, Ataru couldn't help but wonder how such smooth sexy thighs could turn into lethally constricting coils once wrapped around one's neck.

His mind was growing foggy with each pulsation from her legs muscles but, numbing pain apart, the boy's predicament was made even worse by the way her opponent and the ref girl were closely inspecting him while chatting carelessly, treating him like if he was just unable to do anything right, including submitting.

The fans laughed even louder at hearing Isa patronize (or would be better to say "matronize") Ataru, instructing him on how to properly submit like if she was talking to a little boy.

Such humiliation urged Ataru into a slight, instinctive burst of wriggling resistance, but it only lead the poor boy to waste the latest ounces of energies, leaving him strenghtless and groggy inbetween Isa's tightening leggy vice. "D-Dammit... you-nnghhfff....ggrrfhh... @///@", his words subsided into a breathless gurgle while his air-deprived mind started to treacherously suggest that closing his eyes would not be a bad idea.

As many of the fans bursted out in laughter after Isa's little lecture on submitting to Ataru, the blonde couldn't help but blush a little. She was inherently a kind and sweet girl after all, and it wasn't at all in her intentions to humiliate Ataru! Well, humiliating him any more than necessary to win him, that was. Even if the blonde was absolutely determined to win him, she had absolutely no reason to make him suffer excessively.

And that was exactly the reason Isa was being so impatient about his submission right now. She knew that the squeeze she was putting his head in had to hurt, and that by now most of her opponents would have already submitted long ago. But he was still just trying to endure, trying to keep on going. That was making Isa feel unsettled.

"Ohh, come on Ataru, you're not escaping this! Tap on my thigh Ataru, tap!"

Having so much fun at dominating a wannabe-strong boy was probably a surprise to Isa herself, but the blonde girl was certainly not the sadistic kind of wrestler, and so she started to talk with a soft persuading tone to Ataru, even while squeezing him into helplessness between her smooth yet strong thighs.

Isa's gentle persuasions would easily slip the idea of surrender into Ataru's half-conscious mind, going as far as to suggesting him HOW to make his submission evident.
With a breathless sigh, the now purple-faced boy would run his hand along her smooth thigh once again, this time finding just enough strenght to meekly but clearly tapping a few times.

Isa's faith was getting thinner as Ataru's hand started caressing her thigh once again... But this time, the boy clearly had the wisdom to finally tap! While it was very meek, it was still clearly seen by the blonde, who immediately raised her sights towards the ref girl. The official had witnessed the tap too, and nodded to Isa as a sign that the submission had been accepted.

Letting out a deep sigh accompanied by the comment "Finally!", Isa started getting slowly back up again. Ataru was clearly all too weak to get back up right away himself, so the blonde decided to make a small parade around the ring. Stopping at each corner to get slightly up the ropes, the Angel of Ice would wave cheerfully at the crowds, and blow some kisses to their direction as thanks for their support.