Isa vs Ataru - Cross/roster match (complete)

The ref girl acknowledged Ataru's submission, her eloquent gesture immediately followed by the bell ringing to confirm Isa's victory in the first round.
Ataru's neck was thankful to her perfectly sculpted thighs as they mercifully released him, letting her male opponent lay down and take his rest, a dazed weakened mess laying down at her feet as Isa happily paraded around the ring, taking the chance to throw blowkisses to her newly conquered fans.

After one minute or so, the Japanese boy managed to crawl his way to the ropes and use their support to get up to his feet.
Huffing and shaking the cobwebs off his head, Ataru realized that his futile stubborness in round one had brought nothing good to himself, depleting most of his stamina and leaving him at quite a disadvantage. And he was not going to get more time to recover, as everything was ready for the second round to be started.

As Isa had made her celebratory round around the ring, her focus began switching back to Ataru again. And despite the fact that the blonde had taken her sweet time to engage with the crowds, the boy had still not managed to get back up again! Instead, he was crawling rather slowly towards the ropes, starting to then grab them for some support that he was obviously needing in order to get back up. Isa felt a bit strange seeing that, as part of her was feeling a bit guilty for putting Ataru into such poor condition, but at the same time part of her was somewhat delighted that his prolonged resistance hadn't left him without consequences...

"Hurry up Ataru, let's get the second round going!" The ref girl was getting impatient by the Japanese boy's slow pace, deciding to attempt speeding up his progress. Her success with that remained limited though, and as soon as Ataru was on his feet, she made the signal for the second round to begin. She even gestured Isa to come at him, clearly signalling her eagerness to get the match going again.

Isa obediently followed the ref girl's gestures, approaching Ataru steadily with a determined appearance. As soon as he would be within reach, Isa tried to grab a good hold of his arm, and then yank him hard towards her, swirling his body around her trying to get him whipped to a corner. The blonde would be immediately following, hoping to crush his body with her own against the turnbuckle.

If Isa felt partly guilty and partly excited by this new experience of having a male opponent all weak and worn down thanks to her leggy holds, the ref girl had no doubt about her feelings: She was thoroughly enjoying this show of sexy domination from the Nordic girl (and from herself at some point of the match too!).

The second round started with a forceful run towards the opposite corner for Ataru, as Isa met poor resistance to her irish whip.
"Ooff...! U-Unghff... 0///0". Ending back first against the turnbuckle, Ataru had no chance to move away in time as his beautiful blonde opponent promptly followed his run, smooshing him into the corner with her sexy body.
He let out a breathless groan in response to her successful starting move, sandwiched between Isa's perky breasts and the corner as he got the wind pressed out of him in such "intimate" way.

To be honest, Isa wasn't all that prepared to get the second round going so soon. She would have preferred to observe Ataru's actions a bit longer, but she was feeling the pressure to get things going. Even the ref girl was almost demanding her to do so! That meant that Isa had to go with the first thing crossing her mind - getting Ataru whipped to a corner.

The easiness of that however proved to everyone that Isa was in no way too early with her actions. If anything, it was only too early for the Japanese boy, who was still overwhelmed by the exhaustion from the previous round. He was easily whipped to the corner by the blonde, his body getting promptly smashed between the turnbuckle and the girl's own. The Angel of Ice was feeling almost guilty for making him look so weak...

But then again, why should she have? They were having a fair fight, and surely no one had forced Ataru to get up in the ring tonight. He must have known what could be coming at him, and he should have been ready to face the consequences. Like the two additional smashes Isa was about to give him with her body, hoping that they would make the boy fall to his knees...

Isa was certainly not a heavyweight, but still needed some moments to catch his breathing after being pressed into the corner by her well executed bodypress.

"Uff uff... I won't surrender to just a simple body pre-nghfff...umfff... 0///0" .
Ataru was trying to voice out his defiance while starting an attempt at pushing off Isa, but the Nordic girl was faster, adding an additional couple of body-bumps into the weakened boy's frame.

As expected considering Ataru's overall air-deprived state, even with Isa's soft curves those additional strikes were enough to force Ataru down onto his kknees right before her long glistening legs.

Isa claimed the status of an angel, but she was no angel of mercy. At least not tonight... Tonight, in the ring, she was the Angel of Ice, with the imperative goal of freezing her opponent to defeat. And even if he was defiantly trying to deny it, Ataru was already in dire need of some defrosting.

Isa's body presses were exactly as effective as the blonde had hoped for, and Ataru fell on his knees right in front of her like an icicle. And Isa already had a plan how to freeze him in his place...

Ataru's head was already dangerously close to Isa's legs, and it's inevitable fate was obvious to many at this point. And sure enough, the blonde wasted no time with pushing and shoving the Japanese boy's head squeezed firmly between the might of her thighs. But to really freeze his movement, the Angel also grabbed hold of his arms, pulling them uncomfortably upwards behind his back, almost as if he was getting crucified. They were still very close to the corner, but Isa considered it doubtful that Ataru could do anything to manage touching the ropes, and escape her graceful torture.

With a scissorhold specialist such as Isa, Ataru' fate appeared to be sealed the very moment when he dropped down to his knees right before her long, perfectly sculpted legs.

Before he could try and sneak away from such dangerous position, the Japanese boy had been shoved head first inbetween her toned thighs, trapped in a standing scissors hold as the nordic beauty had locked her prisoner in place by crossing her ankles with ballerina-like graciousness.

"U-Unghhh... not again...! 0///0". Once Isa had started to straighten her legs and apply pressure around Ataru's neck, the trapped boy had once again felt the velvety smoothness of her thighs around his head turn into a constricting vice, eliciting a muffled groan from him as the painful squeeze around his neck turned into a wave of weakness washing down his body.

Ataru instinctively tried to bring his hands up to her thighs, wanting to escape from her sensually lethal coils before it was too late, but Isa knew better as she grabbed both his wrist, pulling his hands apart and thus making Ataru completely helpless in her "crucifix headscissors".

If Ataru had to look quite powerless and puny in that sexy hold, Isa was certainly looking great with her dominant squeezing pose over him, and the fans were showing all their love roaring enthusiastically for the Angel of Ice and her gracious queening over the immobilized male opponent.

To be honest, Isa hadn't necessarily tried out this kind of move ever before. Sure, she had used countless variations of scissorholds in the past, but it might have actually been the first time she used exactly this type. And she was glad she did! Not only did the "crucifix headscissor" hold feel fun, effective and dominant for herself, but based on how the crowds were reacting, they really liked it too... And Isa aimed to please.

Granted, this was the first time she fought in Tension, so there was a chance that the crowds just generally favored the female fighters in matches. Isa couldn't know whether or not that was true. But then again, her opponent was a local, so logically they should have been rooting for him! If they were really that excited of Isa's dominant showing, maybe the hold looked very good indeed.

Besides, crucifixion and angels were kind of related matters. And as she was the Angel of Ice, maybe she should consider making this a new signature move of hers! If not even a finisher...

"So, Ataru, you DO want to submit already, do you?" the blonde tried to query her troubled opponent. But as soon as she had asked the question, she realized that in the crucified position, Ataru would definitely be unable to tap, and his words would only get muffled between her thighs. She did give him five seconds to react though, before shouting out cheerfully "OK, not yet then!"

Instantly after those words, the Angel began falling backwards to a sitting position. Of course, she held on tight to Ataru, causing his head to get driven to the mat in the process... And immediately after the impact, the blonde rolled the two over so that the Japanese boy would be laying on his back. Positioning herself to his side, Isa then hooked the closer of his legs for an apparent pinfall attempt, while keeping her other leg pressing across Ataru's shoulder and throat.

It appeared like Isa was starting to get a liking for teasing her handsome, weaker opponent with playful taunts, and dominating him with her legs-based moves.
And while she certainly wasn't a 'dominatrix' of sorts, the positive response from the crowd, and the solid possibility to win this cross-roster challenge were certainly encouraging her to continue on that path.

Ataru's predicament was quite the opposite: trapped in her crucifix headscissors with no chance to escape, use his arms or even talk, he was teased by Isa's rethorical question without a chance to fight back. And before he knew what's going on, he had been brought down, bumped head first into the mats, rolled around, and furtherly tangled in her clutches.

"uuunghff....fuuu... d-damn... 0///0". Twitching in disoriented distress, the Japanese boy had somewhat lost directions there. He knew he was locked on the mats but his vision was partly covered by one of the nordic beauty's smooth thighs as he squirmed tentatively within her bodily coils.

And then, Ataru learned something more about his current predicament, as he heard the ref girl slapping her hand to the mat and calling numbers: "ONE...! TWO...!". He was down for the pin!
Groaning and squirming, he tried to struggle and flex his limbs, soon realizing that he was basically immobilized, except for one of his legs having some freedom of movement. And the count was not stopping!

Dammit, was he really going to lose the whole match this early after submitting for the first round loss?!? His restrainted, ashamed struggles went more urgent and frantic until his foot came to lay upon something elastic.
"THREE..! FOUR...FI...oh! Stop stop!". Saved by a lucky rope break!

Had Isa been watching this match in the audience, she would have probably been surprised by her own behavior too. She wasn't usually one to taunt her opponents at all, and even if her words were still now far from mean, there was some distinct newfound confidence and boldness in her behavior.

It was mainly a result of two factors. First of all, she was clearly in control of the situation. It was as if she could have done almost anything with Ataru that she would have wished for. It was obvious that unless anything shocking happened, this match was going to turn into her favor. Secondly, she was basking in the seemingly endless favor of the crowds. They were liking what they were seeing, and Isa aimed to please.

Considering these circumstances, the Angel of Ice shocked as the ref girl ceased her count again on the last second. "W-what? What now?" The blonde was prompt with following her orders, but there was some distinct confusion and irritation in her voice, before the ref girl pointed at Ataru's leg having reached the bottom rope. Briefly rolling her eyes, the blonde's urge to lecture the ref girl about counting was this time extinguished by the clearly disappointed tone she could hear in the official's stopping orders. It wasn't as if she would not have wanted to see Isa winning...

"OK Ataru, looks like you got lucky!" the blonde stated at his face, while wondering why on earth the boy still had the will to continue this match, and his troubles any further. But it wasn't as if she would have been without a plan on how to continue...

Getting up on her knees, Isa tried to roll Ataru over to get him surely far enough from the ropes. She wanted to then position onto his back, pressing the boy's chest to the mat. Her thighs would try to find the weakest spot on Ataru's waist before applying crushing squeeze, while her hands would work to press his wrists firmly to the mat above his head. If she got him set up just as she planned for, the blonde was confident that he was going to be trapped, without enough strength to push her weight up. "So, tell me when you know how to get out of this one!"