Lisa Giordani vs Toshio Akamatsu

As Lisa hoisted herself up on the ropes, Toshio took the opportunity to keep the pressure on her. As Lisa turned to face him, Toshio would move forward, pressing his body against hers, his abs pressing up against her cleavage as her put an arm around her head.

And then, shifting his balance backwards, he would press his knees against her stomach, falling back to suplex Lisa to the mat.

Lisa turns to face Toshio again, but he didn't gave her time to leave the ropes. quickly pressing her against them. The next moment, the brunette got her head grabbed. She tries to struggle to get out of it, but then her stomach got lifted by his knees, and then she got droped on the mat.
Before landing, Lisa tries to roll and fall on her butt, if she succeeds she will try to grab his head and drape her legs around it, in a headscissor.

Toshio's eyes widened as, somehow, Lisa managed to flip her body just in time, landing on her butt. Before he could do anything else, though, the busty Italian's legs shot out, clamping around his throat in a vice as she successfully implemented a head scissor.

"Accckkk.." he gasped, sinking to his knees and clutching futilely at Lisa's strong legs. His air was cut off tightly, and he could practically feel his face beginning to turn blue. He was far from helpless, however: he suddenly rolled, trying to roll Lisa with him to get her onto her front. If this worked, then Toshio would flip his lower body so that he was sitting on Lisa's ass, hopefully weakening her scissors or even forcing her to let go.

Lisa was able to flip her body and fall on her bottoms as he suplexed her. Softening the impact, she was able to quickly drape her legs around his head, crushing him under the pressure of her thighs.

"Yeah, got him!"

The brunette notices that her opponent was about to roll, so she suddenly moves her hips down as he begins his movement, trying to slam his head on the ground, before flipping to get on top of him and hold his legs on the ground, hopefully.

Toshio gritted his teeth as he felt Lisa's hips grind even further against him, restricting his movement even further. He was gasping in desperation now, his legs kicking at the mat as he felt himself being worn down. He kept at it, rolling around...

...and suddenly saw stars as Lisa rotated her lower body, slamming his forehead against the mat. "Unnngh..." he groaned, slumping against the mat. Toshio's well-built body was left face-down on the mat, easy prey as Lisa rolled on top of him. Despite his stunned state, Toshio felt a tremor of excitement run through him as he felt Lisa's curvy body lie against his back.

Quickly moving her hips down, Lisa slammed her opponent's forehead on the mat, and kept pressing her thighs against his neck on her strong headscissor.

"Yeah, I did it!"

The brunette then tries to reach for his ankles, trying to grab them and pull against his back, putting some pressure over his spine as well while tightening her scissor.

Toshio gagged loudly as he once again felt Lisa's legs encircling his throat. Pawing at her legs, he suddenly felt her also grabbing at his feet. He was soon groaning as she pulled back on his legs, arching his spine painfully as she kept him pinned down to the mat.

"G...dammit....this...isn't a good...first date.." he managed to say past the encircling vice that was Lisa's thighs. Pressing his palms to the mat, he tried to pull them closer to the ropes, aiming to grab the ropes and force Lisa to break before he passed out.

Lisa was putting great pressure on both her opponent's back and neck with her painful hold.

"G...dammit....this...isn't a good...first date.." The curvy girl hears him saying, between groans. She smiles:

"Aww, don't be sad. Just tap out, and I'm open for rematches!"

But, unfortunately for her, his arms were still free to grab hold of the ropes that were hanging close to them. The referee came in for his rescue, and the brunette had to release him, kicking his abs as she gets up.

"Come on, are you going to use them everytime?" Lisa was upset.

"Hfff...hff...not...everytime..." Toshio wheezed as he pulled himself back up to his knees. "You should see me without--UGH!"

Lisa's kick hammered into his abs, causing him to slump against the ropes. He shut his eyes, breathing in laboured gasps. "Okay...now you're...just being mean..." he managed to say.

The kick hits home, sending Toshio to the ropes. Smiling as she saw him shut his eyes, apparently tired and weakened, Lisa gets closer to him.

"Okay...now you're...just being mean..."

"Don't be sad. Want a hug?" And the brunette grabs his waist with her strong arms, lifting him from the ropes and pressing her breasts against his face. She tries to take him away from the ringside, and move to the center of the mat, to prepare her finisher.