Giulia La Rocca vs Nico Marelli - POW match (complete)

Nico was getting sleepier and sleepier in the inescapable vice of Giulia's thighs. Still feeling the rhythmical pulsations around his neck, but they wave of painful numbness transmitted from his squeezed neck to the rest of his body ahd gradually subsided into just plain numbness... which could only mean one thing: she was pulsating him to sleep in her tight headscissors, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He dimly felt his arm being dropped down to the mats, hearing Giulia saying something about him being out. Twitching in her hold a bit more, he tried to say something... to lift his arm... to let the ref girl know that he was not done yet.
But all he could do was to get limp like his arm, and go to sleep like a good little boy with a faint sight.
"Nnnffh.... zzz.... @///@"

"Finalmente!"

Finally, Nico was clearly out, at least to the eyes of the ref girl and the crowds, and Giulia was declared the winner of the first round! It had took more time than Giulia had expected - but that was more due to the boy's resilience and endurance, rather than Giulia's own inefficiency of executing moves on him. The fellow Italian was a brave wrestler boy indeed, and the sight of him clearly belonged to the ring, but that didn't mean at all that Giulia should have gone easy on him, not to mention that he would be able to overcome her strength.

But right now it was time to celebrate. Getting quickly up, Giulia decided to leave Nico flat on the mat for a while, as she proceeded to get up on all the corners to celebrate her first victory with the crowds. She was also sure to show off her body to the crowds, squeezing and twisting the ropes between her thighs. It was only fair to demonstrate the audience what exactly had just caused Nico to get knocked out! Giulia wanted them to see her strength, and make them confident that the second round was not going to be any easier to Nico at all.

Most of the male fans had been jealous of Nico for getting the chance to be close and personal with Giulia's luscious thighs. Though, some of them would hardly have the courage to trade places with the Italian boy, now that they could see the sheer power of those pythonian thighs constricting the ropes.

Squeezed unconscious by those amazing womanly coils, Nico was now suffering the consequences of their "seductive embrace", taking a forced nap while Giulia enjoyed the happy roars from her fans.

Soon Nico was brought back around by a pungent scent as the ref girl approached him with an inahalant stick. "Uuunhg...! W-What...where....??? Uuuhh... @.@". In spite of his head still spinning like crazy, realizing that he had just disgracefully lost the first round was not a hard guess for Nico, especially with Giulia's fans mocking him all the time while he shuffled up to his feet.

The bell rung right away, as if eager to give the fans what they wanted: more Nico in Giulia's clutches. "Uhh..d-dammit...", wobbling into his guard, Nico tried to be ready for a counter or a defensive move, but his unsteady stance was quite revealing about the effectiveness of Giulia's KO scissors.

This match was like Giulia's bread and butter. This was something she was usually really good at, and something that she enjoyed doing. All those brave boys who were eager to wrestle but weren't really big or strong themselves always jumped at the chance of being faced with a short girl like Giulia. Only to be then destroyed by her strength worse than they could have ever imagined... On Giulia's opinion, that was clearly the script for this match too.

The Italian lady had decent time showing off her capabilities to the crowds, while it took some time for her fellow Italian opponent to regain his consciousness. Finally he did and started getting back up again - but the ref girl was keen to stick to the schedule. She called on the second round already, even though Nico was clearly not yet ready for it. Giulia on the other hand was ready though...

"All right, round two!" Pointing up two fingers to the roof as a signal for the second round, she had her sight set on Nico like a huntress on her prey. And immediately after that she started charging towards him, with a plan to get him downed right away again with a stiff Lariat.

It took most of Nico's actual strenght just to shuffle up to unsteady feet assuming a hint of a fighting stance, and there was the bell giving him no breather, allowing Giulia to rush at him swinging a lariat.

"Ugh...!". What followed was partly lucky and accidental, as Ryu ducked and dodged the incoming strike with a drunken-boxing-like movement... which was actually due to his drunken-like state.

"Woah... too close.. o.o' ", He would sigh, managing to bounce onto the opposite ropes to try a comeback, running towards Giulia for a wannabe-strong attempt at a clothesline.
"KYAAHHH!"

Well, well. That was a surprise! Based on how dizzy Nico had still been, Giulia would not have expected him to dodge her attack. Never! The consequence was that the girl ran straight through to the ropes, bouncing back from them towards Nico again. Apparently he had somehow managed to get into the opposite ropes himself too, and now the two were approaching each other at a rapid pace...

It was clear to Giulia that there was going to be no dodging this time. It was also quite certain to her from pretty early on that Nico was going to attempt a Clothesline - the boy was clearly trying to stiffen his arm for the move.

Giulia decided that Nico gould achieve what he was wanting to. But he would have to pay for it. As his clothesline connected, Giulia was sent falling with her back crashing to the mat. But as his arm connected her body, the girl tried to grab a sturdy hold of it against her body, hoping that the boy's movement would thus be abruptly halted, and his body yanked falling down too as a consequence!

In Nico's current conditions, he was grateful just because his feet had kept running properly without tripping and ending into a disgraceful tumble, and he was even more pleasantly surprised when he managed to deliver his clothesline, which was basically his first successful maneuver in the whole match so far.

"Unghh!" With the contenders running into each others and thus providing extra-momentum to their clash, the young boy had let a faint grunt of pain at the impact of his stretched out arms across the firm upper body of the fellow Italian powerhouse-girl. Though, he expected Giulia to have taken the worst part of it.

What Nico had definitely not expected was from Giulia to be reselient enough to pull out a counter while being nailed by a clothesline herself!
"W-WOAH-UNGHHHH!!". Forcefully dragged along Giulia's fall, Nico dropped face first into the mats, lingering in a woozy state afterwords.
Dark patches danced before his eyes as he tried to recollect his straight thinking, which made him unable to follow up and capitalized his (partly) successful attack.

No, Nico's clothesline wasn't strong enough by itself to force the Italian powerhouse to fall with such a crash. She could have definitely at least softened the fall, had she wanted to. But Giulia's plan was to get Nico down, and she didn't mind at all making him look at least a tiny bit good in the process. If anything, it just served the purpose of playing games with him...

Those games could continue now that the boy's body had fallen down too, and in even harder fashion than Giulia had expected. It was clear that the impact was making him dizzier again, subjecting him to be a prime prey for the bloodthirsty Italian. Giulia just smiled as she knew setting him up to whatever hold she liked would be a piece of cake now...

The Italian girl grabbed hold of Nico's body, yanking him up into a sitting position in front of her. Giulia on the other hand sat down right behind him, close enough to squeeze her thighs around his sides and apply a sleeperhold around his neck. She wasn't keeping the holds exactly light, but still not too hard for Nico to be unable to speak.

Giulia had already interviewed the boy a bit in the beginning of the match, but she had gotten few answers. She wanted to find out, whether the boy would be more talkative now.

"So, Nico, you like POW matches?" she started talking gently into the boy's ear. "Have you had many of them? How's your record in them?"

Before Nico could fully recover from the unexpected tumble, Giulia had already fully taken the upper hand, having the cute boy sit up so that she could happily wrap herself around his smaller frame, having him locked nice and snug into a bodyscissor-sleeperhold combo.

"n-nggfhh... 0///0". Nico had tried to struggle his way out of Giulia's womanly coils, but the beautiful powerhouse had quickly asserted her dominance, squeezing him into a softened state. Feeling her feminine muscles flex around his waist and neck, not aiming at rendering him unconscious but squeezing enough to keep him docile and woozy, the Italian boy had no choice but to stay enveloped in her "loving embrace" and listen to the teasing questions softly spoken to his ear, like a warm breeze grazing his blushing face.

"uhhhnh... N-not really fond of them...", the trapped boy answered reflexively, still struggling but getting weaker and easier to contain as Giulia had a tight hold on her cute prisoner.

"Been in some... But.. C-can't remember my record... 0///0. Also...s-stop ungfhh... asking during a fight... @///@", Nico blushed ever deeper, not eager to confess that he had barely won one single POW challenge, losing all the others. Admitting it would feel especially demoralizing when he was helplessly stuck in Giulia's sleeperhold. He rather resumed his squirmish struggling, but he was clearly not going anywhere.

Giulia's dominance was established now in the second round again, as she got Nico placed tightly in her sleeperhold-bodyscissors combo. It was an exhilarating feeling of having him imprisoned against her body, almost as if he was just her little teddy bear! Or some other cuddly toy, one that she could be playing with for the whole night...

Based on his words though, the boy was clearly not ready to surrender to his fate. He was clearly in denial of the situation, especially concerning whether Giulia had the absolute power to freely choose her own words. The Italian girl had let out a giggle after Nico's comment on not being fond of POW matches, but the way he was demanding her not to ask questions was making Giulia put on a more serious face again.

"Oh, I shouldn't ask questions? Really? You're the one to decide on that?" the girl said in a stupefied tone, before tightening her squeeze on both Nico's sides and neck for a good few moments. Maybe that would teach him something on what she could ask and when...

"I don't think so Nico, I don't think so..." Easing her holds again and hoping that he had learnt his lesson, Giulia decided to proceed with her questions. "What have you faced as a prisoner then, Nico? Getting cuffed? Spanked? Chained up?"