Giulia La Rocca (D) vs Troy Lincoln - Una Guerra Patriottica

[Jaystar]

Was the pain in her back part of her plan? Was the aching in her head a chapter of her script? Were the heavy intakes of air she was needing to take to actually keep herself going at the top of her to do -list? No, no and no, but then again, wrestling matches did not always go how you wanted or expected them to. Sure, sometimes the level of opponents was such, that... Well, Giulia could do with them exactly as she pleased, but tonight was not one of those nights. Tonight she actually had a capable wrestler as an opponent... And an insufferable bitch as his companion. Tonight she was going to have to take the hard way to reach her goals... And at least she was still in the game.

And not only that, but frankly, getting on top of the game as well. The kickout had saved her, but the way she managed to let that momentum work in her favor was playing this card into her hands now. In one swift move, she had managed to not only wrap a beautiful sleeperhold around Troy's neck, but also finally gotten her legs into use. Finally, they were free to do what they did best. And based on Troy's actions and reactions, they were doing their job extremely well.

So well in fact, that she finally had the chance to talk back to the missus by the ringside. "Hey, bitch! Let me know when he's asleep! I'm sure that's a familiar sight for you, in those many lonely nights of yours..." the Italian shouted from behind Troy's back, fully focusing on maintaining her hold as tightly as possible instead of caring about whether Betsy could see her face. This was the moment, this was the chance to really wear Troy down, and she wasn't going to miss it.

Of course, the Patriot still had good stamina, and Giulia could eventually feel him starting to try making his way back up again. But that wasn't a problem. She was going to keep on applying her hold as viciously as she could to make his life and efforts as difficult as she could... And even if he'd actually manage to make his way back up, this was a far more leveraged position than the previous one. From here, she could easily just hop down from off his back should the situation develop towards a dangerous direction... And maybe even give a knee strike to his lower back afterwards as well!

[BlackAkuma]

There was a physics lesson, here. Troy was no expert on the subject, but he was fairly sure that Giulia’s body scissor was made all the worse by her size, or lack thereof. Having this kind of power spread across a smaller surface meant that the pressure was focused, and concentrated, that it came down harder per square inch than it would’ve with most women. It was the difference between getting squeezed by a steel bar and squeezed by a steel cable - both were painful, but one was more likely to leave bruises while the other was likely to cut you in half.

Fascinating, really, but Troy was having a little trouble appreciating it while his stomach was being ground into a fine paste.

”Shut up, you little troll!” Betsy stuck her tongue at Giulia as Troy continued to suffer in the hold, stumbling about as the Italian’s hold punished him. ”Troy, come on! Shake her off, shake her off!”

While he could appreciate the support, that was a far easier thing to say than to do. Giulia’s grip was deceptively powerful, feeling as if she’d turned her body into iron. He tried to pull at her arms and push at her legs, but there was simply no give - she wasn’t going anywhere, wasn’t budging, wasn’t giving a single inch. He could fight all he wanted, but she had him locked up tight.

If he was getting her off, it must be with something else. Desperate as it was, he saw a small sliver of hope over his shoulder - he gritted his teeth, planted his feet, and drove himself backwards, trying to ram her against the turnbuckle, and sandwich her against the pads, hoping that might be enough to dislodge her.

[Jaystar]

This was once again a moment, when Giulia had to appreciate the level of Troy's skills, stamina and the capabilities of his body. Many, many other opponents that she had been faced with would have easily succumbed to the hold she was applying on him. Possibly even for the sleeperhold or the bodyscissors by themselves... But the combination was definitely a killer one. But still, still he managed to start pushing himself upwards, eventually securing his footing once more... And forcing Giulia to make yet another decision over whether to stay mounted on his back, or to plant her feet safely on the mat.

Now, the Italian didn't know if you could have called it a lesson in chemistry, but her decision was mainly rooted on one chemical - oxygen. Troy was inevitably going to run out of it sooner or later, and all the physical efforts that he was making were only going to accelerate that equation to come into play. There was a good chance that he could just collapse. And if she got him to that point, then it would be much easier to continuer dealing with him later.

Of course, she wasn't immune to hearing Betsy's orders either. It would be so much more fun to prove her that in fact, he couldn't do what she was telling him to.

Unfortunately, all good things tended to come to an end. Which was exactly the case when Giulia realized that Troy had begun stumbling towards a new direction a bit too fast for her liking. In fact, it was even questionable whether you could have called it stumbling any longer - or a determined drive to flatten the Italian's body against the turnbuckle.

Now, she didn 't have much time here. The corners of the ring were always deceptively close after all. But she had to try. Thus, the Italian tried to jump off the Patriot's back at the last second, trying to get to the side of him instead of between his back and the corner, and hopefully use his momentum against him as well so that she could get him falling backwards, and smashing his upper back or head against the turnbuckle!

But if her timing was even a little bit off, the ring was going to feature a delicious Giulia panini.

[BlackAkuma]

Desperation was driving Troy more than anything as he made his way around the ring, struggling to stay standing as she continued to saw him in half with her legs. The level of power she could bring to bear was truly insane - he couldn't imagine what she did to get this kind of strength in her lower body, but it must’ve been an unfathomable workout routine. He would even say that her leg strength exceeded his own by no small degree, and given their differences in height and body type, that was no small statement. This woman was an aberration of nature.

But he wasn’t done, not just yet. Troy was fairly certain he could shake her off, he just had to use the ring to his advantage. If he could get her off and hit her with something devastating, then maybe, maybe he could bring this to a swift close. The sooner, the better - he didn’t like this trend Giulia was showing, where she continued to whip out surprises and get the better of him.

Troy took a look over his shoulder to gauge the distance, planted his feet, drove back towards the corner, and…

He wasn’t sure what happened next, actually.

As near as he could figure, though, Giulia dislodged at the last second, a move that used Troy’s own momentum against him. He wound up crashing his back against the turnbuckle, a move that left him crying out in agony, and fell forward, going down to his knees with his opponent still wrapped around him. All that effort, and he’d just wound up making his situation even worse.

[Jaystar]

This would have been a very, very bad time to have her timing off, but luckily for Giulia, she managed to nail it. And also nail him, as Troy's back crashed right into the turnbuckle, just as the Italian had intended to. The cry of agony was an excellent sign of confirming that, and the way that he flopped forward onto his knees was like candy for her eyes. Although, as she was getting hungry, the Patriot could also serve as prime meat to grind into a sausage for her Hot Dog.

The Italian took a quick glance towards Betsy, wanting to see her expression... And also resisting the urge of showing her tongue at her. But this wasn't the time to get distracted... Her focus had to remain with Troy. The momentum was heavily on her side now, and the worst thing she could have done would have been to lose it on her own.

Grabbing Troy by the hair, La Forza Italiana pulled his upper body back up straight again... Before pushing it abruptly backwards again, wanting to get it crashing hard against the turnbuckle once more. Wanting to leave him sitting with his back against it, the Italian then delivered two devastating stomps... One to his belly, and one to his chest. Yankees loved their boots, right? But what she wanted to conclude her sequence of moves with was getting up to sitting on his shoulders, take support with her hands on from the top ropes, place her legs on each side of the turnbuckle, and most importantly, his head and neck squeezed tightly between them.

Sure, the referee was probably going to tell her to stop soon enough, but this was simply about proving a point... And dealing some psychological damage along the way. It was a high time to get him scared of her...

[BlackAkuma]

No. No, no, no, no

Betsy looked on from the sidelines as the match rapidly spun out of control, with Giulia’s big butt firmly settling into the driver’s seat. He’d had the little troll doll dead to rights for a while now, but it was starting to look like she was taking control of things, steadily clawing her way back in with those thick thighs of her. Could those legs really hurt that much? She wasn’t that big, how much power could she even have in them?

It must’ve been enough to get the job done, because she had Troy down on his knees, barely able to move. Giulia didn’t give him long to recover, though, as she moved in and grabbed him by the hair to force him up, a detail that Betsy didn’t miss. ”What the heck? Hair! Ref, tell her to stop grabbing his hair!”

She wouldn’t hold on to it for long, however, as she proceeded to trade that hold in, switching up and getting those legs around his neck. Troy cried out and began to buck and squirm, feebly pulling at her thighs, looking for the smallest bit of relief while she cranked up the pressure. His face was turning red in record time, and Betsy could tell he was having to figh for every breath, all while she held the ropes above him for leverage.

”What is this bullshit? Ref, count faster!” She called out as the referee started his suspiciously slow count, dragging out her husbands agony. ”Troy, hold on!”

[Jaystar]

Giulia had already decided not to pay attention to Betsy any longer... But damn, that bitch was loud. Especially now that her beloved hubby was actually facing some mild trouble... So no, she could not NOT to pay attention to her incessant squeaking right now.

But there was a marked difference here. What she could do now was to choose how she reacted to the distraction, now that she was firmly in control over Troy. And also, the desperation of the blonde bitch was admittedly becoming music to her ears. Such, that the Italian wanted to hear some replays.

What that meant in practice wasn't good news for Troy though. "Hair? Tell her to stop grabbing his hair?" Well, the blind bitch had apparently missed that she wasn't even grabbing his hair any longer. But of course, now she had to do it again. There was a good opportunity to give his hair another tough pull, right between the two stomps.

Of course, Giulia's questionable headscissor hold in the corner wasn't left unnoticed by the wifey either. Funnily enough, it almost seemed to get unnoticed by the referee... It was actually Betsy's words that got Giulia to pay attention to the ref's slow actions in the first place, and once she glanced over her shoulder at him, the look on his face gave the impression that he was enjoying more of watching the Italian's actions, rather than being concerned over any rules being potentially broken. Funny!

Betsy's demands did eventually prompt him into action though. But his slow and unprofessional reactions led to the Italian girl deciding to test if she could trick him even further... "Look, a break!" the girl exclaimed, right before pushing herself up using the top ropes just enough to release the scissorhold from around his head for a second, before her thick thighs smacked back onto his shoulders again and re-wrapped the squeeze. And sure enough, the trick worked, with the official starting the count from one again. Funny!

Then the Italian got another idea. Releasing her hold from the top ropes for a couple of seconds, she had just enough time to shout "Look, no hands!" to the referee... And yes, surely enough, he decided to start the count again. Laughable, but still funny!

Of course, while Giulia's little tricks were supposed to give her a moment of amusement, and even more importantly to rile up Betsy even further, the main purpose was still to weaken Troy's condition even further. No, she knew that he wasn't going to submit for this... But any second more that she could get her squeeze rendering him more weakened and stunned was soon going to help her to finally deliver some big, and hopefully decisive moves on the big guy.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy looked on from the sidelines as Giulia continued to torture her husband in that little thigh trap of hers, clamping down on his skull with shocking power. As much as it pissed her off to admit it, the woman had some impressive strength below the belt, and was kind of glad she wasn’t in Troy’s place right now - she’d probably be taking it way worse. Granted, if she were in the ring, she wouldn’t have gotten in that spot in the first place - she would’ve just spent the match dancing around the ring, punching her in her big, stupid, incredibly punchable face.

But at least she wouldn’t have to endure watching Troy like this for much longer. The ref was about to count her out, and then…

…oh, that little bitch.

”Hey!” Betsy slapped the apron as Giulia kept resetting the count, squeezing more time out of the move and squeezing Troy’s skull in the process. ”What is this? Ref, do your job, stop letting her get away with that!”

It might’ve been a pain for Betsy to watch, but it was far less pleasant for Troy to endure, as it felt like his skull was being crushed by a pair of steel girders. He thrashed about in her hold as she continued to apply teeth-grinding pressure, cracking his skull like a walnut. He wasn’t about to give up, but he knew this position was untenable - he needed an out, and the sooner the better.

The only way Troy could go was forward, so that was where he went - he waited for Giulia to reset the count one more time, then surged straight ahead and jerked down with all his strength, trying to pull her off the ropes and hurl her to the mat with an Alabama Slam, hoping that would be enough to dislodge her in the process.

[Jaystar]

No, this little game had not been originally on her cards at all, but the referee suddenly, and rather surprisingly dancing exactly to her tune brought her this prospect and opportunity, that was too hilarious to miss. The well-being of Troy's head seemed to be a totally secondary concern for the official, who was clearly more interested in seeing Giulia's thighs flex around it time and time again, taking every opportunity that she was giving him to break the count. She couldn't tell for sure whether it was due to some bias, naivety or simply incompetence, but she wasn't complaining.

Unlike Betsy. This time, she actually might have had a good reason to. But it still didn't mean that Giulia would have not liked hearing her woes. Instead, this opportunity was an irresistable one to make them louder again.

Once more, the Italian let go of the ropes... This time letting her upper body fall backwards all the way down to a level position with her legs. "Look, I'm just... Using him as... A little bit of... Training equipment!" the debuting girl stated this time to the official, in between performing a few "situps" while still taking support from Troy's head with her thighs. It must have been hell for him... But hey, at least he got to see how she trained to get so strong!

Inevitably though, there was always going to be a point where Giulia's tricks were going to backfire. She just had to try assessing the right point for not taking it too far... But Betsy had succeeded with blurring that vision.

Just as the Italian was trying to grab the ropes once again after her little exercise, the pained Patriot suddenly surged forward, getting his strong-thighed pest's balance all out of position... And her legs loose enough so that when he went for the Alabama slam, the Italian was sent straight back down to the mat.

Painful? Yes. But despite the aching having made its return to her back, oh, this little game had been so worth it.

[BlackAkuma]

On one level, Troy could understand where Giulia was coming from. This was her debut, after all, and every wrestler knew how hard it was to shake off a bad first impression. Wrestling fans had long memories, they tweeted and gossiped and spread their opinions on forums throughout the internet. If she didn’t impress the first time out, they would be dragging her name through the mud for months. It would take more work than it was worth to get them back.

She needed a good start. Needed to make an example. That was fine…just not at his expense. And definitely not at his wife’s expense. Troy absolutely did not want the shitstorm that was coming his way if he lost a POW match in front of his partner.

So when he put Giulia down, he put her down hard, hammering her into the canvas with all the force he could muster. It left her laid out, hurting, and wide open for-

”A bearhug!” Troy’s eyebrow raised as Betsy called out her suggestion, waving her arms to get his attention as she did. ”She squeezed you, you squeeze her!”

It wasn’t the first thing that popped into his mind, he had to be honest, but there was some sense to it. He had a strong enough upper body to do some real damage with it, and it would give him the chance to catch his breath, which he sorely needed. Plus, it would make Betsy happy. So…

Troy reached down, grabbed Giulia by the hair to sit her up, then wrapped his arms around her chest and arms to pulled her up into a crushing bearhug, holding her tight against his chest and letting her legs dangle while he poured on the pressure.