Lisa Giordani vs Toshio Akamatsu

Toshio moved fast enough to avoid the gut stomp, spinning to Lisa's side to try to catch her in the ab stretch. Lisa, however, was just as fast, spinning her body around to meet his and slamming a knee hard into his midsection. The blow caught Toshio by surprise, causing him to double-over, wide-eyed...

...right into Lisa's rack. His face went beet red, but before he could rasp a witty comment, Lisa grabbed him by the shoulders. Gasping, he grabbed for her wrists, but he was too late: tilting back, Lisa sent him flying head over heels before crashing hard onto his back in a suplex. His back arched off the mat for a few seconds, his mouth open in a silent cry of pain, before he collapsed fully to the mat.

Lisa's knee hit home, smacshing those handsome ripped abs of her opponent. She smiles slightly as he doubles over, and then she feels his head falling right into her breasts.

Blushing a bit, but not losing any momentum, the brunette quickly lifts him with some difficulty but in a perfect motion, as she was strong enough to do so, and drops to her back, making him fall from her 6' height with a loud crashing into the ground.

"Ghh!" She groans with the impact.

Lisa takes a deep breath and sits on the floor, turning her head to look to the downed Toshio. Then, she crawls over him, placing her large chest over his also large, but in a different way, torso, resting as she waits for the pin count.

Toshio moaned a little, feeling Lisa's chest squashing against his own. He was barely aware of the feeling of his opponent's curvy body against his. He allowed himself a weary, and satisfied, groan as he relaxed...

...until the sound of the ref's voice made him realize that this was not, in fact, a pleasant daydream, but rather him lying down pinned, and about to lose the match!

"...Two..." the ref counted, before Toshio groaned and twisted his body to get a shoulder up. "You...could...have waited...until after our tussle...to use me as a bed..." he teased, despite his weariness.

Lisa smiled as she heard the referee counting. But, as she was about to win the match, Toshio's shoulder went up, breaking the count.

"You...could...have waited...until after our tussle...to use me as a bed..." he says to the brunette, who at this point was frustated, but not losing her joy for fighting.

"Well, guess I'm not using you as a bed then, I'm putting you to bed instead!"

Saying this, Lisa shifts position and covers his body with hers, her bigger height giving her an advantage at covering him in a 69 position. Then she spreads her legs and place them around his neck, going for a scissorhold on the downed Toshio.

"Night night!"

"Oh...likely story..." Toshio said in response. He tried to roll over, but Lisa was quicker. Toshio gasped as his head was suddenly trapped tightly between Lisa's thighs, cutting off his air supply. He gagged and pried futilely at Lisa's legs, even though he had a really nice view from where he lay.

"Mmmmnph..." He wasn't about to give in yet, and continued to struggle underneath Lisa as he tried to free himself from her legs.

Lisa grins as she tightens the hold on Toshio's neck, that was crushed by her mighty thighs. She sat on the floor and moved her large hips down to put more pressure on him.

"You're not going anywhere, just relax."

The amazon brunette feels his strugglings increasing, but she kept him locked on her scissor, aiming to make him tap, or, if needed, knock him out.

Toshio felt Lisa's legs tighten even harder around his throat, completely cutting off his air supply as they slowly crushed his throat. He was writhing on the mat now, pawing at Lisa's strong thighs as he tried to somehow force himself free.

"Mmmmnnnngh..." Feeling his body weakening rapidly, Toshio tried to roll, hoping to get the two of them closer to the ropes before he passed out...

As her opponent struggled, Lisa moved her strong thighs down, aiming to keep him at place for the KO. But Toshio's movements were swift, and the girl couldn't keep him still, eventually getting close to the ropes as he roled and she did the same.

Breaking her scissor, the brunette angrily got up and grabbed Toshio's waist from behind, to lift him up and exherting pressure on his belly.

"Ghh!" She groans with the effort.

Then, attempting to lift her opponent, she walks to the center of the ring with him and jumps on him to the ground, in a reversed variation of her finisher: Bearhug Drop.

Toshio was breathing shallowly as Lisa finally released him, allowing him to take a deep gasp of air. His gasp quickly turned into one of surprise, however, as Lisa's arms suddenly slid around his well-built waist, her chest pressing against his back as she pulled him up to his feet.

He knew what was coming next, but he felt too weak and sluggish to stop it. He was lifted up off of his feet, and then the blood rushed to his brain as he was tilted over, slamming back-first into the mat. "AUGH!" he gasped, the slam leaving him lying spread eagled on the mat, unmoving.

Lisa panted after dropping her opponent to the ground, standing on top of him for a while. The girl looks to Toshio's face, he was frowning after taking such an impact, pressed against the ground by the gravity and the tall brunette's weight.

"Ahh...ahh..." she moans slightly.

After that, the brunette moves her torso against his face, and drapes her legs around his, starting to apply a grapevine while pinning both his arms down, and with her breasts over the strong opponent's face, she waits for the referee to count down the pin.