Elisa Hamilton vs Nya Flynn - standard match

Elisa would wince a little bit as she watched Nya fall to the ground and would walk up next to the squished girl "Wow, I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that much damage...I'll try to make it up to you " Elisa would say apologetically as she would try and turn Nya around so that she would be facing towards Elisa now before quickly but gently lowering her bottom onto Nya, no doubt her weight would still cause a tiny bit of pain to the woman caught underneath but Elisa wouldn't worry since it would probably be insignificant. Elisa wouldn't be holding onto Nya's shoulders and would allow them to not touch the mat, Elisa didn't want to insult her opponent by going for such a quick and easy pin.

Nya's world was a blur right now. Between the splash and bearhug, her lungs were desperate for air, and despite her urge to fight, her body won out, and rested on the mat taking in as much fresh air as she could.

When Elisa went for the cover, sitting on Nya's midsection, the young irish girl's body jerked in response while the ref went for the cover.

"ONE!TWO!" she called, before Nya yelled, throwing up her shoulder to break the pin.

As Nya would throw her shoulder up to break the pin Elisa would be pushed a slight bit further down her opponents body and would gasp and say " Whoa, be careful you might hurt yourself!" Elisa would then grab Nya's face and try to lift to put it between her own breasts, trying to stop Nya from making any other sudden movements, both women would be sitting now in the position that Elisa had tried to set up

"W-wait, what are ye- MMPH!?" Nya was cut off into a muffled gasp when ELisa shoved the redhead's face between her large breasts. The normally pale Irish face blushed as red as her hair, arms flailing while she struggled to escape. Throughout all of this, the dirty part of her mind was loving the treatment. Balling her fist, she shot a couple of stiff punches to Elisa's midsection, forcing a release while she rolled away, desperate for air.

Elisa's face would get slightly more flushed and pink looking as she squeezed Nya deep into her cleavage, trying to give her opponent as much breast to face experience as possible. However when Nya started sending stiff blows into Elisa's body it only took a few for Elise to let go of her hold as she would then hold the area that Nya had just swung at while watching her opponent desperately roll away for air, Elisa would slowly get back up to her feet and try to shadow her opponent from behind.

"Is...is that how ye treat all the girls ye meet?" Nya asked, leaning against the ropes while Elisa approached. As soon as she got near, she would be surprised with a quick forearm to her jaw, followed up by a dropkick that at best might stagger the giant woman.

"Yes actually " Elisa would say slightly embarrassed but seeming genuine in her answer " Would you like special treatment? " Elisa would ask as she looked her opponent up and down, being distracted just long enough to take a sudden forearm to the jaw which would cause Elisa to back off a little bit as she would hold her face, clearly not being giant in terms of pain tolerance, before the dropkick would send her back, making Elisa's back connect with the ring ropes behind her.

Seeing the chance to turn the tide, Nya pushed herself forward, meeting Elisa with a kick to the midsection before leaning over to hook her leg up for her exploder suplex. However, when she attempted the move, the tall woman barely left the ground. IN the span of a second, the redhead realized she had left herself wide open for the reversal. Blue eyes wide, she looked down at Elisa and tried to back away.

Elisa would realise what her opponent had tried to do and couldn't help but smile at the effort that she put into trying to make the move work and the confidence she had in herself, Elisa however would grab Nya as she tried to back away and pull her up to her feet before trying to drive her hip into Nya's waist, trying her best not to damage Nya too much as Elisa thought that since her hips were well shaped and soft that it would somehow soften the blow.

Nya's escape would bear no success, with Elisa dragging her back into a hip check that dug into her gut, easily doubling the Irish Lass over. Given all the punishment she had taken so far, it's a wonder she was still standing. Spit flew from her mouth onto the mat with her lungs begging for a proper breath, her body leaning against Elisa's.