Recovery time in the gym (for WrestleAngel)

Taking in the busty, curvy form of Lisa, Toshio felt an erotic thrill run down his spine as he stood back up. "Well, okay then, Miss Giordani." He stretched out his arms to give Lisa a nice view of his upper body. "I'm game if you are! Any rules you wanna use for this fight? Because you're going to lose all the same."

Lisa widened her eyes a bit when Toshio showed up his physique to her. She had the same feeling that she got when met him for the first time, in their match at Tension Arena: that Toshio was much more interested in flirting and having fun than in the actual wrestling itself. That was going to be interesting...

"Haha, you wish!" the Italian giggled a little, before streching herself as well, playfully mimicking Toshio in a showoff of her own, the size of her round breasts getting more evident with that. " Hmm, rules? I don't see any judges here!" Lisa said, and out of nowhere moved quickly to grab Toshio by the back of his head and begin to pull it towards her torso, starting the fight without any warning!

Toshio's grin widened a little as Lisa stretched, giving him a very nice view of her ample bosom. So nice, in fact, that it left him completely distracted to what Lisa was saying. That was, until she suddenly lunged forward and grabbed his head.

"Whaaaa-MMMPH!" his exclamantion was cut short as he was squeezed tightly against Lisa's torso, her breast rubbing just above his shoulder. "Mmm...so...that's the way you wanna play..." Grinning a little, he wrapped his powerful arms around Lisa's midsection to use her move against her, giving her a powerful squeeze as he suddenly straightened up, lifting her up off her feet in a bear hug! "Gotcha!"

With her sudden grab, Lisa managed to catch Toshio off-guard, giving her a good edge as she began to grapple with him, trying to dominate the boy and take him down to the ground for a quick submission. But her opponent apparenty wouldn' just let the brunette bombshell handle things so easily like that!

"Ghhahh!" Lisa groaned as she was lifted up in a powerful bearhug from Toshio. Panting and moaning, the brunette felt the painful squeeze on her belly as her opponent crushed her body against his. Lisa moved her hands and tried to pry Toshio's arms from her body, but they were way too strong.

"Ahhnn...damn it..."

Lisa had to get away. With a swift move, the brunette slammed both palms on Toshio's ears, aiming to confuse him enough to get out of his bearhug.

Toshio grinned as he squeezed into Lisa, feeling the fit girl's curvy body writhe and twist in his grip as he gave her a sample of his strength. Just as he was about to amp of the pressure, though, Lisa's palms slapped hard against his ears. "Ow...hey!" he protested, releasing Lisa as he staggered back to clutch his ears. "Shit, now they're ringing..."

It was a kind of cheap shot, yes, but it didn't hurt Toshio so much, so Lisa just giggled a little, before grabbing his torso and, as he was dizzy, began to take him down to the ground, steadly and quickly but not too roughly.

If she succeeds, the brunette will move in order to lock the boy into a chickenwing, to quickly wear down those powerful arms of him.

Toshio blinked as he felt his brain wobbling like jello in his skull after that weird move of Lisa's. He shook his head, trying to clear away the cobwebs, but his few seconds of inaction were all the time that Lisa needed. He gasped as her arms encirced his torso, before he toppled down to the mat with her on top.

"H-hey!" he stammered, blushing as he felt Lisa's generous bosom pressing up against him. He struggled to escape, but Lisa quickly managed to grab one of his arms and fold it behind his back ina well-executed hammerlock. Wincing as he felt the pain build in his shoulder and arm, and still feeling Lisa's round orbs pressing firmly against his chest, he nonetheless fought back, cupping a hand under her chin and pressing back to arc her head back and put some pressure on her neck. At the same time, Toshio would try to arch his back and, hopefully, roll the two of them over.

Lisa pressed down, pinning Toshio with her bigger body, as her round breasts rubbed against her opponent's body. All that squeezing, of course, made a spark rush through her spine, and got her nipples stiffened. She let out a hot breathe, but proceeded to secure her position.

Grabbing one of his pulses, Lisa began to lock one of his arms behind his body, applying pressure to his shoulder. But before she could take care of the second arm, his hand moved up to her chin. The brunette groaned, grabbing his wrist, but before she could easen the pressure, she lost her balance as Toshio began to roll with her, and she felt on her side with a moan.

Also, she had to release the chickenwing, and so she lost the control. Panting a little, Lisa attempted to secure his right arm, and pull it in between her thighs, in a swift armlock.