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

Nico had actually just wished that Giulia could be so much overconfident to REALLY let him come down from the turnbuckle. But as they say, beggers can't be choosers, and Giulia had her own plans on how to 'put him down' while providing an impressive, enterteining display of strenght and skills for her newly conquered fans.

"Woah..! W-Wait wait that's not what I mea-unnnghhhh!!! @_@". Effortlessly lifted over her strong shoulders, Nico was abruptly brought down not once, but twice with Giulia's patented "La Bomba Romana".

After a second loud slam aimed at turning Nico's lights out, and consequently a second, meeker groan of numb pain from his lips, the stunned boy was covered and almost cradled in Giulia's pinning position as she prepared for a self-made pinfall count.

Having delivered a double version of her finisher, the busty powerhouse was certainly expecting an adequate selling from the weak, overpowered fellow Italian boy. And Nico was not disappointing, mumbling and whimpering inchoerently as he was like curled up in her pinning embrace.

Nico's desperate pleas rang on to deaf ears, as Giulia was determined to make the boy go through her locally named finisher. Even more suitable for an Italian like him, it's effect was plainly obvious as the impacts were producing meek cries of pain out of the boy, seemingly almost knocking him out by themselves! But that was not the Italian girl's goal. No, she proceeded to promptly pinning the boy, slamming her hand against the mat for her own count!

"1!....2!....3!!!"

But if Nico wished that the count would have made Giulia to go away from him, he would have been sorely disappointed. "Well, now I know why you wanted to have a KO match... If this wasn't one, you would have surely been defeated a million times already!" the girl taunted her weak opponent, only proving her dominance further to him. But she ended up with a warning. "I'm not sure if it still was a good decision from you though..."

Repositioning herself only slightly, Giulia took a better seat on Nico's chest, having her legs closer to the boy's head. Then, she wanted to pull Nico's hands over onto her thighs. And she had some orders. "Try them. Try them, feel them, squeeze them. Feel my muscles, feel their strength! And then tell me, an honest answer Nico, do you really think that you can stand any chance against them?"

Stunned after two of Giulia's patented powerbombs, Nico had no choice but to lay down helplessly as the strong girl pinned him down and slapped her hand down three times, which didn't earn her official points, but allowed the buff beauty to enjoy her dominant position over the fellow Italian boy once again.

Though, Giulia was far from done boasting about her superiority, as she scooted forward onto the boy's chest, pinning him into a taunting schoolgirl pin as she guided his hands onto her thick thighs.

"Ugh...s-so strong.... 0///0", Nico had to admit with a deep blush of his face. His hands squeezed, or better said tried to squeeze Giulia's sexy muscles. They felt like velvet-layered steel under his fingers.
Pinned like that, looking up at her confident smile over her abundant bosom, overpowered by the unmovable strenght of her thighs, Nico could not feel more belittled and emasculated. And Giulia was enjoying rubbing it in by having him admit his helplessness.
"Ughhh... but... that doesn't mean that I can't try to.. 0///0", Nico still wanted to say that in spite of her strenght he could fight and try to win... but he had to admit that it would have sounded more pathetic than recognizing Giulia's overpowering strenght.
"uff... looks like I'd have... ngghh... the same chances to move a mountain",
he had to admit as he was powerless to budge her off, pinned so effortlessly by Giulia's powerful thighs and hips.

Giulia was happy with Nico's answers. She was happy with what he was doing. The fellow Italian was doing exactly what Giulia had asked for. He was saying exactly how the situation was. He was not trying to defy her orders, or present any groundless claims of his own capabilities. He was clearly understanding his place and chances. And that was promising for what was to come...

Giulia let out a giggle. "Oh, yeah, that's right Nico!" she began, looking down at the boy's face. "But of course you can always try! And get beaten over....and over....and over....and over again..." the girl continued, lowering her head gradually closer to Nico's ear between each "over", so that her words could eventually be whispered to the boy's ear. "Keep that in mind, when you'll be waking up again..."

Then, while still pressing his wrists down, Giulia moved her body to sit right on top of Nico's face, trying to block the boy's airflow as efficiently as possible, while her velvety steel thighs began crushing his head. She had now demonstrated her dominance already enough to the crowds, and was now eagerly waiting for officially getting the boy as her plaything...

Nico knew well that being knocked out again by the strong beautiful opponent would mean for the Italian boy to lose the match and become Giulia's toy for the rest of the night. But pinned as he was underneath her sexy hips and powerful thighs, it didn't look like he could do anything about it.

Nonetheless, the Japanese boy was provoked into a struggle-of-sorts by Giulia's taunting whispers to his ear. Bucking his hips and squirmings underneath her, the cute boy was still powerless to escape, but Giulia had obtained what she probably wanted for her grand final: A weak, overpowered boy meekly trying to resist as she proceeded with her womanly way to suffocate him: "Wah-mngfffhh...! Mpfffhhh... 0///0". Nico's protests were promptly muffled by Giulia's firm yet teasingly soft buttcheeks as she scooted forward, covering his face under her curvy hips.
The Italian boy tried to wriggle his head in need to breath, but Giulia's strong thighs squeezed him denying any room for his struggles, making her facesitting nearly airtight.
"Mnnnffh... @///@".

This was it. Giulia was sitting on her throne. She knew that there would be no way for Nico to escape anymore. She had made sure that the boy's airflow was totally suffocated by her crotch, and that her thighs were punishing his head like no other. She was the supreme Italian, and Nico was nothing but her subordinate.

Nico seemed to be well aware of his dire situation, as the boy began his desperate final attempt of breaking himself free. But all of his struggles only made Giulia chuckle. "Yeah, that's right... Just keep on doing that, it'll only make you run out of air faster..." the Italian girl taunted, despite knowing that it was unlikely that Nico could hear much of her words.

Giulia was determined to claim her final victory now. She had had all the fun she wanted to have with Nico as her plaything in the ring by now, and she was already eager to have fun with Nico as her plaything in her apartment...

Nico could hear Giulia's boasting happy voice while she kept wriggling her butt onto his face, keeping him completely enveloped in a suffocating jail of constricting thighs and smothering hips. He  couldn't tell what she was saying but he knew for sure that he was being taunted, lulled into helplessness without being able to escape.

"Mnnpfffh...mmmrpfhh.... @///@". The sexy Italian powerhouse was right in her teasing words: Nico's fruitless squirmings were only assisting with the depletion of his air supply.
Before long, Nico was light headed underneath the seductive humiliating prison of Giulia's facesitting, his struggles slowing down as she could tell that the cute boy mumbling and squirming under her butt was becoming more tired docile with each passing moment.

Next stops in order for Nico's humiliating facesitting travel were going to be 'dizzy', and 'drowsy'. Helpless passenger of Giulia's train to slumberland, the smothered boy didn't look like he could avoid the last stop, 'beddy bye'.

Giulia was patiently waiting. She was sure that this was it. She was waiting for the moment that she could no longer feel any resistance from Nico at all, hopeful that it would signal the boy being finally knocked out for the second time. Then, she could reclaim her final victory, and the prize that came with it.

Once Giulia would be confident of Nico having finally reached his final stop, the girl would lift his other hand up, checking whether his arm would indeed flop again powerlessly to the mat. And if her test succeeded, she would finally get up from Nico's face, careful not to wake him up. Then, she'd place her other boot on top of Nico's midsection for a final victory pose, ready to get officially declared the winner of the match!

Unable to breath and hopelessly lolled back and forth along with the swaying of Giulia's hips. Nico was starting to feel like he was being comfortably cradled. Of course, it was a bad sign, meaning that his consciousness was slipping away into blissful sleep, letting Giulia's inescapable facesitting slowly but surely lull him to sleep.

Soon, the boy drifted into unconsciousness with a faint sigh, totally unaware of his spaghetti-like arm getting lifted and dropped back to the mats.
Lots of cameras got Giulia's beautiful victory pose as she placed one dainty foot on Nico's chest, posing in all buff curvaceous beauty over the defeated boy.

The ring announcer confirmed her flawless victory, yelling over the enthusiastic roars from the crowd.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE'S YOUR WINNER: THE STRONG AND BEAUTIFUL "FORZA ITALIANA": GIULIAAAAAA LAAA ROCCAAAAA!"

All the while, Nico snoozed blissfully at her feet. Maybe he would have a less serene expression on his face, if he was aware that he now belonged to Giulia for the whole night.

Giulia enjoyed this moment indeed. Putting on a good old victory pose over a defeated opponent was always worth the struggles and efforts that had been put into the match. Her curvy and strong body was righteously towering over the unconscious male's downed form, basking in the applause and favor of the crowds. And even in favor of the ring announcer's too, as became evident by the admiring adjectives accompanying the Italian's victory declaration!

Blowing kisses towards the crowds, Giulia let them express their appreciaton for a little while longer. But then she raised her index finger on her lips for a hushing gesture, waiting for the roar to die down. Then she picked up Nico's other arm, starting to drag the boy's body towards the ropes. Sliding out herself between them, she then slid Nico under the bottom rope onto the apron's edge. Jumping down from the apron, she then picked Nico up onto her shoulders, starting her march towards the exit while taking the boy in a Fireman's carry to backstage as her prisoner...


Winner: Giulia La Rocca by KOx2
Nico becomes Giulia's POW