Lisa Giordanni vs "Mad" Max

Lisa was able to armlock her opponent, and she pulls his arm back, trying to put pressure on her hold. She was doing some effort there, and her opponent said, with clear pain in his voice:

"Ah!!! You crazy bitch...this isn't some submission match!!!"

"Well, then, let's see how longer can you stand it then!" She answered, with a laugh.

Max wasn't sure which was more pressing a matter, the woman sitting on his back, or the pressure being applied to his arm. He knew that bucking his body in this position wouldn't do much for getting Lisa off of him, but he had a free arm to use. He decided to try and throw a strong elbow blindly backwards, hoping to hit the buxom brunette Italian. If he managed to get a hit, he would continue throwing his elbow in that direction until either Lisa was knocked off of him or until he was stopped.

Lisa pulled his arm towards her, trying to strech his shoulders. Then, when she moved down to reach for his other arm, to jerk his back as well, she got hit right on her ribs by the boy's elbow.

"Argh..." Lisa feels the hit, and moans.

She was trying to keep on control, but she got hit again. And again. And again. Each time it seemed to be stronger than before, she blocks it with her arms, releasing him from her hold. She was also off balance by the impact of the blows, and struggling to keep on top of him, but she is afraid she won't be able to hold him up for much longer.

As soon as Max felt his now sore arm released from the hold, he aimed one more big elbow backwards while trying to buck Lisa off of him. He wanted to get himself free and he was going to try and do it so that he could get in the most advantageous situation. As soon as Max could feel the freedom of Lisa no longer being on his back, he would waste no time in turning around and trying to straddle her, aiming to land a few punches at her to see how she liked having fists flying at her face.

Lisa releases his arms and loses balance as he turns around. She tries to use her arms to not fall, but her torso gets projected foward as he twists his hips under her, and now she's close to him. The brunette feels the first punch hitting her cheek, getting her dizzy. Then another, from the left, then another, and other. She got hit on her chin by a quick hook, falling to her side, face down on the mat.

"Ahh... ahh..."

The brunette was stunned by the blows she received, and tries to get up again.

Max smirked a bit as he felt his punches actually landing on her face. "How do you like it?!" Immediately he would try to mount Lisa by straddling the Italian and trying to grab her wrists in his hands to pin them above her head. "Seem familiar?" he would say with a smirk if he managed to succeed, ready for his follow-up.

Dizzy with his punches, Lisa couldn't help being rolled and getting under his control. He mounts over her and pins the brunette just the way she had him. Mocking with her, the Italian girl groans, trying to break free, but without success, as she was still weak from his strikes.

Max's lips curled into a smirk once more as he successfully mounted and pinned Lisa to the mat. "Don't worry though...I'm not going to smother you," he said with a little cackle as he used his other hand to grab a handful of the buxom Italian's breasts, giving a squeeze to gauge the brunette Lisa's reaction.

Lisa tries to get free from his clutches, but with no success, She feels her shoulders streched by his pin, and that took away her arm strenght, she could not take them from under his control no matter how hard she tried.

"Damn... he's too strong!"

Helpless under him, she gets fondled again on her boobs. She moans slowly and slightly as she gets her big, sensible breasts teased and groped.

"Ahh... no... stop it!"

She gets squeezed hard, and moans louder as her nipples get harder. She tries to twist her back to escape, but due to her situation this probably would just make her tired.

Max's grin grew larger as he heard Lisa moaning from his groping of her large orbs, prompting him to release her wrists in order to make the situation even more desirably in his favor.

"That's right...you moan for the crowd...moan for me," the silver-haired wrestler said as he grasped both of Lisa's boobs with his hands, pulling a bit at the swimsuit fabric that covered them to try and start to rip it and expose the large luscious lovelies he was working. Max was rather confident, which inflated his ego, that despite Lisa's growing struggles and her free hands, that she would be too distracted by the squeezing to provide a troublesome counter to the situation.