Lisa Giordani vs Toshio Akamatsu

Toshio, however, wasn't about to give Lisa the chance to get another hit in. As the Italian girl rolled upright, Toshio jumped back, aiming to nail her in the side of the head with a drop kick.

Lisa didn't see it coming. As the brunette wrestler was on her way to get up again, she felt the hard impact of Toshio's dropkick hitting her head, that sends her rolling through the mat, ending up face down, next to a corner.

"Ahh..ahh..."

Dizzy, Lisa was breathing slowly, trying to recover her senses and get up, using the ropes to do so.

Toshio was still a little pissed at Lisa as he stood back up. "Aw, did that smart?" he teased as Lisa hobbled over to the ropes. As the Italian girl moved to pull herself up, Toshio walked up behind her, dragging her upright before turning her around and sending a hard knee to her midsection. If this connected, then Toshio would follow up by hooking one arm around her head, and another behind her thigh, before falling back to suplex her hard to the mat.

Lisa was taking her time recovering, using the ropes to help her in getting up again, when she felt strong hands pressing her armpits.

"Ghh..." The brunette groans as she gets lifted.

Then, turned around and placed at the corner, Lisa was still a little bit dizzy, but, noticing her opponent coming for an attack, the brunette attempts to jump and hit his stomach with a dropkick. If it succeeds, she will take more time recovering, and then, if he's on the floor, will jump over him and try to chokehold Toshio. If he stands up, she will try to tackle him down and chokehold.

"UGH!" Toshio was caught by surprise as Lisa's boots nailed him in the midsection again. He almost couldn't believe it: for every attack he had, Lisa seemed to have a counter. Was there no way to gain the upper hand in this match?

Looking up, Toshio saw Lisa come rushing towards him. Although winded, he wasn't too out of it that he couldn't react, and he would try to slide an arm around Lisa's head as she barreled into him, before falling down beneath her and shooting his legs around her waist for a body scissor, trapping her head and midsection as they both went down to the mat. "Hmm, I see you want to get to the "up close and personal" part early, huh?" he teased.

Lisa feels the impact as her strong legs kick her opponent's chest and sends him to the ground. Wasting no time, she jumps over the downed Toshio, attempting to take control of the match. But her movements were still not very coordinated, and, as she tries to mount him, gets her head grabbed and her slender waist scissored hard. The brunette girl moans with the pressure.

"Ahh!"

Knowing for sure that she was in a bad position, Lisa tries to punch his ribs to loosen the hold hopefully.

"UGH!" Toshio coughed as Lisa's fist ploughed into his ribs. At this angle, however, the blow may not have had the force that Lisa would have wanted. Either way, it still had its desired effect of making his grip loosen. He was quick to retaliate, however, releasing Lisa's head before slamming an elbow down into it. This done, he would unwind his legs and roll to his knees beside her.

Lisa was able to hit him with a punch, that didn't go out really strong but it made possible for her to escape his hold. But, before she could get away, her head got slammed hard by Toshio's elbow, what made the Italian girl moan, and hold her hurt spot.

"Ghh..."

As she got hit, her opponent rolls to his knees beside her. Lisa tries to bearhug him and pin Toshio to the ground.

Toshio thought he was in the clear as he elbowed Lisa and rolled away. The busty Italian proved him wrong, however, reaching up and wrapping her arms around him, dragging him down in a bear hug.

"Gahh..." Toshio rasped, feeling his ribs being compressed by Lisa's strong grip...though the feeling of her boobs pressing against his chest were a nice distraction from the pain. Despite himself, he smiled. "If...you...wanted to get down on the mat...then...why didn't you...say so?" As he spoke, he reached his hands up, pressing a palm against Lisa's mouth and using his free hand to pinch down on her nose, putting her in a modified smother in the hopes of making her let go.

Lisa was still dizzy from the blow as she grabbed his waist and went down with him to the mat. She could feel his breathing through his fit torso, and her soft yet firm breasts compressed against his naked chest. But the brunette couldn't put that much pressure on his waist, as Toshio was able to go for a move of his own. After hearing his mocking, Lisa would answer, but suddenly her mouth got pressed by his hand and then, her little turned up Italian nose was pinched.

"Ghhmppfff..." The tall girl moans, trying to breathe.

Lisa tries to move her hands from his waist to stop the smoother from going on.