Lisa Giordani vs Toshio Akamatsu

As Toshio watched, Lisa circled him for a few seconds, before dropping low-- a tantalizing movement that showed off much of her ass-- and went forwards for a tackle. It looked like Lisa wanted to get down and dirty on the mat.

Even then, Toshio couldn't help but smile. "Oooh, straight to business, huh?" he teased. His bit of MMA experience came to the fore as he let Lisa's arms slide around his waist, dropping down onto his back with her on top. His limbs shot out, his legs wrapping tightly around Lisa's waist while one arm circled around her head, aiming to press her head against his abs. With his other hand, he would try to slide one arm under Lisa's and force it back in a modified chickenwing. All the while, he let himself drink in the sensation of Lisa's body pressing against his, of her breasts compressing against his pecs.

Lisa grabs her opponent's waist, feeling his tight abs under the pressure of her arms as she takes him down to the mat, getting on top of Toshio.
The brunette would then try to sit on his stomach, but she got her head grabbed. She struggles to get it out of his control, when she gets her arm draped over her back and pulled Her shoulder takes pressure, and begins to hurt.

"Ahh..." The curvy girl moans at the pressure of that hold.

She tries to use her free hand to punch his head, while trying to get her other arm free. If she succeeds and is still trapped between his legs, she would try to stand up to her feet, bringing Toshio with her as she lifts his back and fall on the mat, hitting it on the ground.

At first, Toshio thought he had Lisa: he had folded one of her arms, and had the rest of her body trapped in his arms and legs. Feeling her sexy body pressed against him, all he had to do now was sit here and wait for her to tap. "Just let me know when you want me to stop, babe," he said. "I can keep this up all day-- WHAAA---"

The next thing Toshio knew, he was being lifted up off the ground as Lisa stood up, wrenching her arm free in the process. Stunned, Toshio had no time to counter before he was slammed down, back-first, into the mat. "AH!" he cried out, his legs loosening from around Lisa's waist. He winced at the pain of the impact. "Damn girl, how strong are you..."

Lisa manages to lift Toshio up, and quickly fall with him on the ground, dropping his back against the hard floor and hearing him crying and groaning.

"Do you really want to know?"

She was still trapped beneath his legs, but the brunette was close to him, so she took this advantage and put her hands together, and hammered them at his bare stomach, trying to inflict a strong hit to get free from his legs. After that, she would try to pull one of them into a leglock.

"UGH!" Toshio's body jolted as Lisa slammed him with an axe handle blow to the chest, causing his legs to instantly unravel from around her. As he lay coughing under her, he suddenly felt her grab for his leg. "Hey, d-don't touch that--" was all he managed to say before Lisa's slender legs wrapped around him, trapping him in a leg lock. "AGH!" He was soon lying with his back against the mat, shutting his eyes as Lisa stretched away at him.

Lisa keeps pulling his leg, putting real pressure on it as she's a determined fighter. Twisting his knee with her strenght, she yells:

"Come on, give up!"

She will keep the hold until he taps out or breaks free.

"Ugh...hell no!" Toshio shot back, unwilling to submit so early in the match. He did admit, though, Lisa had him good. He winced as she twisted further at his knee, causing him to shut his eyes and fight back a cry of pain. Damn, she was better than he had expected.

"Alright...try...this!" Utilizing his upper body strength, Toshio pressed his elbows against the mat and twisted his body, trying to turn them over and reverse the figure four. If that didn't work, however, then Toshio would instead try to pull them towards the ropes and make a grab for them.

Lisa was trying to keep him down, but Toshio knew a counter to her hold. The brunette got her body twisted, making both wrestlers go face down to the ground, and the girl feels her ankle being compressed hard by her opponent's reversal.

"Ghhahh!" She groans in pain.

The brunette begins to crawl to the ropes, trying to reach them as quickly as possible, to avoid more damage on her ankle.

Toshio grinned a little, pushing himsefl up on his palms to amplify the hold. "How's that, babe?" he taunted as he heard Lisa cry out. "If it hurts too much, just let me know!"

A second later, though, Toshio fell down to his front again as Lisa dragged them towards the ropes. Before long, the ref was tapping him on the shoulder, telling him to let go. Sighing, unhooked his legs and rolled back up to his feet, before turning and stomping down once on the back of Lisa's thigh.

Lisa got reliefed as she reached the ropes and the referee broke the hold.

"Ah.. nice..."

The brunette was getting up, using the ropes to help her, her ankle hurting a bit, when she felt her tight stomped.

"Aah!"

She rubs the hurt spot, while holding the ropes with her other arm. She quickly tries to get to her feet and turn to her opponent, before he strikes her again.