Isa vs Ataru - Cross/roster match (complete)

The blonde beauty was having more and more fun in this cross-rosters match. Exactly the opposite than Ataru, who was having more and more troubles resisting her sexy strong legs.

The Japanese boy had just saved himself by a pinfall attempt when Isa rolled him away from the ropes, pressing him down to the mats and settling herself on his back.
"Unngghhhff.... !!". Ataru felt her thighs wrap around his waist and squeeeeze the air out of him as Isa had methodically softened his abs, and he couldn't do anything about it, with her hands pinning his wrists down.

As predicted, Ataru's strenght and stamina had been drained enough to keep him under her body, reduciing his struggles to uncomfortable squirmings that the nordic beauty was probably loving. All the while, Isa's warm breath was bathing his neck, furtherly embarrassing her prisoner while she teased him.

Isa was really determined to soften up Ataru now. While he was already struggling, apparently he still had enough endurance to keep the match going. And even if his prospects of success appeared abysmal, the Japanese boy did seem to have determination.

But so had Isa too. She was really trying to break Ataru's will of resistance now. Her thighs applied mercilessly pressure around the boy's waist, and she was not about to stop any time soon. "So, no ideas, huh? Well, I'll give you thirty seconds of time, and if you haven't figured out an answer by then, you'll have even worse to come... OK?"

Despite their threatening message, the blonde stated her words in a cute and innocent tone. She wasn't being mean, right? She was just being generous, letting the Japanese boy know what was going on... But she was certain that Ataru would find no way of escaping too, as his squirmings only served the purpose of emphasizing the blonde's dominance, rather than providing any actual chances of escape.

If that turned out to be true, the blonde would finally, after thirty long seconds for Ataru, announce "OK, time's up!" Then, Ataru would feel the pressure on his waist cease, but still have her wrists pinned to the mat. Then, the blonde would move further up along the Japanese boy's body, taking a seat on his shoulders, wanting to then squeeze her thighs firmly around Ataru's head. "Now, I'm not sure if I'll want to release you from this at all any more..."

Isa had promised Ataru more troubles if he couldn't figure a way out of the breath-crushing squeeze of her bodyscissors, but she did it with a sweet teasing voice, which made it even more demoralizing for the trapped boy.

Thirty seconds of fruitless struggles only amounted to wasting Ataru's stamina, and so the blonde beauty could easily passage her prisoner into her next scissor hold, moving her long legs over his shoulders and soon starting to squeeze his neck.

"U-unghffff....not if I can esca-nghhhhh... @_@".His ears were mostly covered by Isa's smooth thighs but he could still hear talk about not letting him go anymore, which nudged him into a more urgent struggle...but how? With his hands still pinned firmly in her grip, the cute boy had no chance to fight back.

Isa was one to almost never lie, and that held true this time as well. As she was telling Ataru that it was likely she didn't want to release him from the new hold at all anymore, she really meant it. And it meant that Ataru could feel it in the power of her scissors... The blonde was going all out with all her power, giving Ataru no mercy at all. She was determined to finally break his will of resistance.

That of course meant that she was giving the Japanese boy no opportunities to escape at all. Even if he wanted to do something, Isa was making sure that his hands had no freedom, and his shoulders were firmly pressed to the mat under her weight. There would be no other way to get out, than submission, and Isa was determined to wait for it for at least a whole minute.

However, if after all that time Ataru was still dumb enough not to actually submit, the Angel knew she had to change her strategy. Confident that Ataru would be by that time totally incapable of providing any kind of resistance, the Angel was planning to finally put the boy into a finisher of hers...

Incapacitated to escape or fight back, Ataru was subject to the rhythmical pulsations of Isa's toned thighs around his neck, feeling their embrace alternating from velvety smoothness to hydraulic pressure.

"Unggh...ungfh...nghh...@///@". After a good minute of constant squeezing, the Japanese boy still refused to tap out (or he was too dizzy to think straight), but he totally belonged to Isa's thighs now, unable to match their strenght as the Angel of Ice methodically drained all his resistance.

Soon, Ataru was too weak to fight back, tauntingly rocked back and forth in Isa's pulsating headscissors as the nordic beauty could enjoy how his breathless groans kept the same tempo of her repetitive squeezing.

Isa kept squeezing and squeezing, but Ataru refused to voice out any signs of surrender. Frankly, the blonde began to feel quite confused over his persistence. He had to be suffering, right? He had to realize that he had no hope, right? Why did he still keep on? Was he masochistic or something? Or just too stupid to know what was good for him?

The blonde shook her head, as she began feeling guilty for having such negative thoughts over her opponent. According to Isa's approximation, the whole minute had pretty much been gone by now, and even some of the crowds were clearly starting to get bored by the halted action. So, she had to change her method.

"Well well, one can't blame you for being a quitter, that's for sure..." the blonde commended her Japanese opponent, as she finally released her scissorhold. But she did really want to finally gain a submission out of the boy! So, the blonde rose up, trying to pull Ataru up with her too. She wanted to position him standing in front of her, before tucking his head between the already familiar coils of her thighs again. But this time, she wanted to take hold of his waist, and pull his body up as if she would be setting him up for a piledriver!

But in fact, Isa's plan was to use her Frozen Driver... Her plan was to continue by dropping down to her knees, and slide her hands on Ataru's body to stretch his legs painfully backwards while maintaining the pressure of her thighs around the Japanese boy's head. And this time, Ataru would be in a very good position to tap!

What Isa missed to notice during her lenghty headscissor hold was that Ataru had been incapacitated to submit, not only because of his locked hands, but also because her pulsating thighs around his neck had soon reduced him into a groggy, half-conscious state.

Given his current conditions, it was no surprise that Ataru couldn't put up any resistance while the nordic beauty lifted him up, in preparation of her signature move.

"Nnnnngh...what...oh no.... I...uuunnngghhh....! @.@".  Vertically lifted up into a piledriver position with his head secured once again within the velvety, insescapable vice of Isa's thighs, the young Japanese had been brought back to the mats head first as Isa dropped to her knees, before he could voice out his submission.

Groggy and disoriented again, poor Ataru could not let himself drift to sleep though, because of the painfully stretching pressure applied to his legs as the Angel of Ice completed her finishing maneuver.

"Ummrrghhff....!! @////@". His screams were muffled by Isa's thighs again as he was twisted in such awkward position, but this time his hands were free, both of them still laid on Isa's smooth thighs after he had fallen into her Frozen Drive. And even he had been temporarily stunned after hitting his head to the mats, the fans were now roaring in excitement realizing that Ataru was going to tap out any moment now.

Ataru had been a brave and persistent contender, but Isa was at least as determined to declare the game over for him by now. She didn't know if the men of Tension were always this stubborn to keep themselves still in the game, but apparently at least sometimes it was hard for the boys to admit defeat... Tonight had already been a long affair in the ring, but the positive side was that Isa had clearly been the superior one throughout the match! If anything, this little venture of hers to Kyoto could even end up broadening her fanbase...

But there was still one thing missing: Ataru's submission. So, the blonde decided to remind him yet again of his fate, even going as far as declaring her own finisher out loud... "OK Ataru! This is the Frozen Driver, my finisher! You know what that means?" she began, pointing her words also to the ref girl to make sure that she would be ready to catch the Japanese boy's submission. "It means this it it! You're not getting out anymore!" The blonde then added, still enhancing her words by applying maximum pressure on her squeezing hold.

Isa was boasting gleefully, having Ataru completely immobilized in her perfectly executed signature submission.
Once again, it was time for the young boy to feel her smooth beautiful thighs turn into sensually constricting coils around his neck, and there was nothing he could do to resist, not to mention escape.

"Mnnnghhfff....nnff.... @///@". Each flexing from isa's thighs resulted into a new wave of numbing pain spreading from his squeezed neck to his body, while his stretched and twisted legs amplified his discomfort.

Under such constricting persuasion, Ataru knew that trying to furtherly resist would have been nothing but masochism at this point. He had been outclassed, overpowered and squeezed into defeat by the nordic beauty, and the time had come to admit it.
*TAP TAP TAP TAP* A series of meek slaps on Isa's thighs signaled Ataru's submission as he fruitlessly tried to voice his surrender too:
"I-mgghhff..giivvmnnff... @///@".

The ref girl acknowledged Ataru's submission, making an eloquent signal that was followed by the bell ringing, together with the loudness of the arena, erupting with enthusiasm at Isa's triumph.

Honestly, Isa was almost getting somewhat impatient with Ataru's persistence. While she did appreciate his willpower to keep on fighting, it had begun to look like nothing could make the boy submit. She had ample skills with her scissors, but if he kept on trying to resist, even the blonde could have soon been running out of ideas.

Luckily, the boy finally seemed to come to his senses. Isa could feel meek tapping on her thigh, and even the ref girl appeared to notice it as well. It made the blonde feel extremely good! Her pride was actually even strengthened by the fact that Ataru had decided to tap on his thigh - the blonde would have predicted for him to tap on the mat by default, but signalling his submission like this ended up just emphasizing the might of her thighs to herself, and to everyone else in the arena...

Certain that her victory was now sealed, Isa dropped Ataru's legs down, and released her scissorhold completely. The boy fell flat onto the mat, but the Angel of Ice rose up and begun her little victory celebrations. She proceeded to each turnbuckle, waving at the audience and blowing kisses to the crowds to thank them for their overwhelming support! Clearly she could have many fans here in Kyoto as well...

But after all that triumph, Isa was sure not to leave Ataru behind all by himself. He was the local contender, and surely had a fanbase of his own too... Besides, the blonde's nature just demanded it. So, she proceeded to check up on Ataru, offering him her hand to help him get back up again. "Hey, I hope you're OK there, Ataru?" Granted, she hadn't given him any mercy during the match, but that didn't mean she couldn't still be friendly with him!