Nanako Jounouchi vs Toshio Akamatsu

At the speed Nanako was coming at Toshio and the weight that was coming with her her shoulder check would be like being hit by a bus. She would slam headlong into her male opponant, driving her shoulder into his, and her power would win out. Thew momentum Toshio had given her had now been used against her arrogant opponant, and the amazon had been thankful for it.

Now that she had driven Toshio off his feet and into a crouch Nanako was all too happy to take advantage of the position. Reaching out she would grab for his head and immediately pull it between her smooth thighs, trying to trap him there as she set up for something big. Leaning forward, unintentionally pressing her large bust up against Toshio's back, Nanako would wrap her arms around the man's chistled waist. Then with a slight grunt she would haul him up into the air, flipping him upside down, keeping him suspended in the air.

Without further ado, Nanako would drop to her knees, trying to drive Toshio skull first into the mat for a powerful piledriver.

Toshio was still wincing, clutching his hurting shoulder, as Nanako grabbed at his head. His upper arm was a throbbing mass of pain, and he didn't know if he'd be able to move it that well. Even so, he was not about to lose now-- he had to take this busty bombshell down, or the fans would never respect him again.

As he was dragged unsteadily to his feet, he lashed out with his free hand, sending a punch into Nanakos unprotected midsection. If this made her loosen her grip or pause at all, then he would keep punching until she let go-- otherwise, though, her superior strength would be enough to forcibly bend him downward in preparation for whatever she was planning.

As Nanako prepared to set Toshio up for what could be a devastating move it didn't occur to her that her male opponant had any strngth to fight back, and was surprised when she felt him sink his fist into her stomach. "Ugh!" the amazon cried out, and she paused in pulling Toshio again, which prompted the man to drive more blows into her gut. "UGh! Guh!" Nanako continued to cry as the hits kept on coming, stopping her from moving in on her opponant.

Wincing through the pain, Nanako would try something else. After what Toshio put her through already she wasn't eager to go through anymore. The guy was a perverted jerk after all. So while he was still crouched before, Nanako would raise her amr up high before her, and then bring it down hard on the top of Toshio's head. If this made him stop punching she would do it some more, slamming her fist fist and forearm on top of his head over and over again, trying to make him more docile with it.

If Nanako managed that she would follow through with what she had planned and lift Toshio into the air before piledriving him.

After the first punch connected, Toshio retained some home that he could take back control of this match. That was until Nanako retaliated with a forearm to his head. Lights danced across his vision as he swayed under the blow, almost falling over. Gritting his teeth, he held on, swinging another punch at Nanako's exposed belly. This earned him another blow against the head, and this time, it was enough to drop him to his hands and knees.

"Uuuungh..." he groaned, completely dazed after Nanako's brutality. "Nnnnno...fair...I was gonna win the crowd..." he mumbled deliriously even as he was pulled back up to his feet. He was barely even able to resist as Nanako clamped her legs against his head in preparation for a piledriver. The only thing Toshio was aware of was that his head was caught in something, and he felt unbalanced. Gingery, he wrapped his arms around the two vice-like things and found two soft round handholds to grab onto to hopefully pull himself upright.

It was only as the cobwebs slowly cleared that he realized he had a nice hold of Nanako's ass. "Erm..."

After driving her forearm into Toshio's head severak times (and taking a few more stomach punches in the process) Nanako would finally be able to drive Toshio into a more submissive state. "Ha! Take that!" Nanako shouted triumphantly, and would finally be able to pull Toshio in between her legs. Sje would then bend forward to wrap her arms around his waistm but ti was then she would feel something. Something she certainly didn't like.

Nanako's eyes widened and her face went red as a tomato. Looking back she saw what she feared. Toshio was groping her butt. His rough hands were caressing her ass cheeks like they belonged to him!

That was when something inside Nanako snapped, and she grit her teeth and let out a furious growl, her arms tightening around the man's waist. "That does it!!" she snarled, and would then lift Toshio into the air, but instead of a piledriver she would lift him up onto her shoulders, but that would only be for a second before she would abruptly powerbomb him hard into the mat.

Toshio had a sudden rush of vertigo as his head became free. He blinked when the scenery changed in front of him. He could see nothing but bright, almost blinding lights and steel girders. "Wha....?"

That's when he realized that he was upside down and looking at the ceiling. It took one more second for him to realize that Nanako was holding him above her head. "Hah..wha...m-maybe you should let me down?"

Another second later, Nanako did that, powerbombing him hard, back-first, into the mat. Toshio's entire body jolted as though shot, before he crumpled onto his back in an unmoving heap. The audience collectively winced at the powerful slam. Even those who didn't like Toshio had to agree, that must have hurt. Toshio apparently agreed with their sentiments, as a small, barely audible groan could be heard as he lay spread eagled on his back.

The slam to the mat was a hard one, harder than most wrestlers in the busniess could hope to achieve. With Nanako lifting Toshio so high and slamming him so hard into the mat it was no wonder Toshio looked like an absolute wreck afterwards. But for the first time Nanako didn't care. This guy was not only an arrogant jerk but he was also a big pervert. The amazon couldn't beleive he had the nerve to grope her butt like that!

"I'm not letting you off easy anymore!" Nanako declared, still keeping her arms around Toshio's waist. "You're going to pay big time, pervert!" Astonishingly Nanako would begin to pull Toshio up off the mat again, soon lifting him up onto her shoulders again for what looked like another powebomb. It turned out that was exactly what it was, and with a shout of effort Nanako would attempt to powerbomb Toshio a second time.

Toshio groaned as he was lifted off his feet. As well built as he was, he dangled like a rag doll in Nanako's incredibly strong grip, and was lifted over her head with astonishing ease by the enraged amazon. All the while, he was too stunned to fight back.

So it was that he was powerless to stop Nanako's second power bomb, the impact once again sending a tremendous jolt through his body before he went still. The audience winced again at this impact. It was clear that Nanako had forgotten entirely about winning and just wanted to hurt her opponent now.

The second powerbomb was just as hard adnd brutal as the first, one thar left the audience once again groaning in sympathy for poor Toshio. Not that he didn't have it coming. In fact people were starting to urge his amazon opponant to more to the man, just to teach him a lesson. Nanako was all too happy to oblige. She was thrw putting up with Toshio's antics any longer. "I'm gonna teach you to never do that to that again you sicko!" Nanako declared.

Reaching down the amazon would attempt to pull Toshio up and onto his feet, giving him the help he would probably need after two powerbombs. Once he was end, Nanako would try to bend him backwards, wrapping her arm around his throat in an attempt to apply a standing dragon sleeper.

By this point, Toshio could barely even move. His entire back felt rigid and numb after those two successive power bombs, and even if he had the willpower to move, his body simply wasn't responding. He groaned as Nanako grabbed a hold of him, dragging him shakily up to his feet, her grip the only thing keeping him from collapsing back to the mat.

Through the pain, he was dimly aware of the fact that he was getting his ass handed to him. He was also, on some level, aware that Nanako was really, really angry at him. "'m....ss...sssorr..." he mumbled, trying to say "I'm sorry," though on some level he was aware that that might not cut it any more.

Any further attempts at communication were cut off, however, as Nanako's arms slid tightly around his throat, constricting it. It felt like an iron vice had been clamped around Toshio's skull, and he gasped, grabbing weakly at Nanako's arms and prying at them even as his knees buckled. He tried in vain to gasp for air as Nanako began to slowly but surely squeeze the air out of him.