Elisa Hamilton vs Nya Flynn - standard match

Elisa would let Nya lean on her for a bit to get her breath back before irish whipping her into the nearest turnbuckle, using her weight to put more momentum behind it.

It seemed Nya's break would not last long, and despite her opponent's mannerisms, she still had a match to win. That was proven when Elisa sent her headfirst into the turnbuckle pad. The blow felt like someone took a sledgehammer to her temple, sending the irish lass staggering a bit.

Elisa would try to quickly get behind Nya again and would try to follow her assault by turning Nya around and giving her a soft shove into the turnbuckle before trying to splash her body against Nya's, trying to land her Nya's face in-between the turnbuckle and her boobs and would then lean against Nya and try to smother her in the corner while looking down at Nya's eyes.
Elisa wanted to win the match but she didn't want to hurt the cute Irish lass too much so she decided to focus on minimum damage moves for now.

Nya's stagger was stopped by the giant, who spun the redhead around. Placing her hands on Nya's green top, right on her breasts, the woman shoved the smaller wrestler into the post. Her hands clasped the top rope, doing all in her power to keep from falling flat on her ass. Though Elisa seemed intent on finishing this once and for all, running forward and leaping into her in another splash, crushing the poor young woman between the post and her body. When the giant backed away, the redheads body pitched forward, her face landing right between Elisa's breasts. The taller wrestler didn't need to do much in terms of keeping her there, as the splash took nearly everything out of her.

Elisa leaned forward to cut off all avenues of escape, and now all she had to do was wait. Nya's arms struggled, trying to push her opponent away, but to no avail.

"Mmmmmmph.......mmph....." she grunted, but her blue eyes slowly began to close, with her pale arms falling limp beside her. Within moments, the Irish Lass was knocked out cold, sleeping in the cleavage of her gentle giant.

Elisa would watch the Irish lass as the panic in her eyes and struggle slowly dissipated and would hold her against the turnbuckle still but move her body back a little bit to see if she was still awake and would find that Nya had been knocked out cold, Elisa wouldn't have noticed it previously but now she would hear the wild chanting from the crowd die down, had they been chanting during the whole smother? Elisa would ask herself before turning towards the ref to check if she had just won the match.

The moment Elisa pulled away from the corner, Nya's body collapsed onto the canvas, laying still except for the steady rhythm of her breathing. Acting quickly, the ref checked to make sure she was indeed out, and called for the bell. Running over to Elisa, the ref raised the woman's arm declaring her the victor.

WINNER: Elisa via Brest Smother Knockout!

Elisa would feel like leaving Nya on the cold mat would be mean after the effort she had put in and when she looked down at the soundly sleeping Nya and decide to lift the woman up and carry her backstage to find her a bed or at least something somewhat comfy to leave her in, the crowd would cheer as they seemingly thought that Elisa's motivations were different than they truly are. Elisa would find a couch backstage and put Nya on it before leaving a blanket on top of her, hoping that it would make up for the crushing that she had gave the Irish woman.