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

[Jaystar]

Well, if she couldn't keep him at bay high up, she could always try down low. As Troy had so generously pointed out, the shorter Italian was quite attractive...ly positioned for all kinds of kicks and punches when standing in front of him, then it probably didn't hurt - or was going to hurt less - to get him grounded. On a more equal footing, or rather, lack of it, it was surely going to be much easier to attack and grapple with the big guy.

Besides, Giulia wanted to get her legs into use. That desire proved instantly to have been a sensible one, as her attempt at kicking Troy's legs proved an instant success. Dropping down in front of her, it was then easy for the Italian to give him what she wanted, which this time was a hard, relentless squeeze around his waist as her style of payback for the kick and punches.

Funnily, Giulia soon realized that she was still rather attractively positioned to deliver some punches, but luckily, the strength of her thighs was keeping her opponent's hands rather preoccupied. At least for now...

But there was something that bothered her. And also made her squeeze Troy's body a bit harder... Something that she had heard, which was something that she did not appreciate at all - and something that could not be left unaddressed.

After squeezing Troy's waist for a while, enough to prove a point about the capabilities of her thighs, the Italian finally released his body, kicking and shoving him aside against the ropes instead. Then she got rather quickly back up, but turned her focus to the woman beside the ring ropes. Marching towards her, the Italian had a clearly unhappy expression on her face.

"Hey, donna... I am perfectly capable of handling that, OK? You better keep your mouth shut!" she scolded at Betsy right in front of the other woman. Sure, she may have turned her back at Troy momentarily to do so, but to get this one straight was certainly of more importance to her than her ring positioning. Besides, she doubted that it would take too long to make her point clear to this skinny lady.

[BlackAkuma]

Troy worked hard on his body, doing his best to keep it in the best shape he could. A lot of hard hours in the gym, running on the treadmill, lifting weights, pushing things around, that sort of thing. Football had taught him how to maintain a good body, despite all the rigors and time that life of the road with wrestling required, so he found himself in better shape than many in their line of work, with a slim, taut waist that few could hope to achieve.

And, right now, it was all working against him. There were many benefits to having a slim midsection, but one of the drawbacks was that it made you so much more vulnerable to bodyscissors than most, a fact he was learning in the worst way possible right now.

Giulia was a small woman, but she had the thighs of a giantess, and they were currently in the process of sawing him clean in half. He croaked - a hoarse, wet noise - as she clamped down and took the breath clean out of him, with her legs pulsing and pushing and growing at the cost of his own body. He wasn’t in her grasp for too long, but it felt like a small eternity to his ribs. He fell to the side, expecting her to follow up right away, though he couldn't even guess how.

As it turned out, though, Giulia had other interests. Namely, her cheerleader at ringside.

”Excuse me, Ms. Thick Thighs?” Betsy looked the Italian up and down with a cocked eyebrow. ”I was just trying to give you props! You look like you could use all the help you can get, you little troll doll!”

Troy could’ve pointed out that she and Giulia were pretty close to the same height, but he was far more interested in taking advantage of the opening that had just been made. His stomach hurt, but not so much that he couldn't move in behind her back, wrap his arms around her waist with his head under shoulder, then lift up and fall back, attempting to bring her crashing down with a belly-to-back suplex.

[Jaystar]

Obviously, Giulia was extremely keen on constantly maintain her focus on figuring out how to make this giant, powerful hunk that she had been put into this ring with her prisoner for the night, but as it turned out, the size difference of the battling duo was hardly getting left unnoticed by everyone witnessing the fight. And even if Giulia had clearly recognized his obvious, well, raw talent, it wasn't as if Troy would have been unusually big or strong for a male wrestler... And those were exactly who Giulia had come for to LAW to battle against! And obviously, it meant that she did have a point to prove here... One that certainly was the exact opposite of what she had just been hearing from the other side of the ropes!

Sure, Betsy didn't mean any harm. Had Giulia had different motivations and personality altogether, she could have regarded her words as encouragement. But Giulia was Giulia. And she could not interpret the words that she heard as anything else than inherent signs of lack of trust in her capabilities, and her perceived ineptitude. This was her debut, and she needed to get those assumptions overturned. Immediately.

Besides, she could tell that Troy was already reeling. He most likely was going to for some time now. Perfect time to make her point clear to the little cheerleader.

Betsy was anything but apologetic though. If anything, her choices of words went more towards provoking the Italian even more...

But to Giulia, that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that this blonde genuinely did not seem to believe, that she could hold her own against Troy.

Pointing her finger aggressivly at the blonde, Giulia's tone was agitated even further. "Well, I'm sure that you would for sure use all the help you can get against a guy like..." then pausing for a moment to ponder whether she should actually use the words "your husband", before deciding to go for "him, but I don't think you have seen the guys I've-..." Her words ended abruptly with a sudden gasp and a shocked face, as the Italian could feel Troy taking a sturdy hold on her from behind! She could only tell that this wasn't good, before her comparatively small body was getting lifted high up in the air by the powerful male, and her back slammed hard against the mat with the merciless suplex! The Italian had to let out a moan of pain from the impact, being left reeling on the mat holding her back...

But she probably wan't the only one left reeling. In fact, when Troy had begun lifting his opponent, Giulia's legs had flailed, jolted and kicked aimlessly around in a futile effort to escape... But all that had caused was her other boot giving an inadvertent smack at Betsy's chin in the process! She had indeed wanted to scold her, but not exactly in a physical way like this...

Well, not yet at least.

[BlackAkuma]

When Troy came to LAW, he’d expected that something like this would happen sooner or later. As much as he loved Betsy, truly loved her, his wife could be difficult at the best times, especially when it came to other women. You kind of had to be a little fiery to go into the business of a female boxer, and that was her all over. They already knew that sparks would fly from time to time when it came to mixed matches, with LAW being the way LAW was, but they’d agreed to do their best when it came to staying out of each others way when it came to matches.

That being said, Betsy was, well, Betsy, and there was only so much guff she could ever take and keep quiet. Giulia, it seemed, had a talent for pushing her towards her limit. Sure enough, his wife came up on the apron, getting way too close to the match at exactly the wrong time. He lifted Giulia up with the suplex, sent her flying, and brought her down for a crash landing, but following up on the attack was the last thing on his mind and he had only put a token amount of power into the attack.

Troy had sensed that Giulia made contact with something as he lifted her up, and hearing his wife cry out just confirmed his worst fears. He shot up right after hitting the mat and looked over just in time to see Betsy flop over the apron and fall to the side of the ring. ”Fuckfuckfuck-”

He went into a hard roll, tumbling under the ropes, and came down on his feet right beside Betsy, who was already in the process of standing up on wobbly feet. He took her by the shoulders to keep her steady and get a good look at her - didn’t look like she’d taken any real damage, just enough to shake her up.

”Babe? Babe, you okay?” He looked her over once again, just to be sure. ”What happened?”

Betsy shook her head, waved it off, and took an unsteady step back. She gained her footing fast, though, and straightened up to put his mind. ”I’m good, I’m fine, see? Just get back in there and kick her fat butt, okay?”

[Jaystar]

Giulia certainly wasn't happy about this pain she was feeling now on her back. No, not because getting thrown and slammed down with a suplex would have been a particularly new or unexpected thing to her. But what she was more disappointed in was her own lapse of concentration... How could she have gotten that distracted by Betsy? Surely it had been a coordinated trap? How could she had fallen for it like that, and left herself all vulnerable against her actual opponent behind her? If she was going to let a guy like Troy throw her around to his heart's content, all her power was going to count for nothing, or do nothing to prevent her certain demise...

Through her disappointment though, Giulia could soon feel some rejuvenation and schadenfreude running through her veins as she began to realize what had actually happened and was going on. Instead of benefitting from his opponent's downed position, Troy had made it out of the ring instead! The Italian got up to her all fours, and only then realized what had actually hit her foot midway through the suplex. Had she really kicked Betsy in the process? Well, she certainly hadn't intended to do so, but damn, right now that was very fun news!

By now, Giulia had to get herself up and make her way by the ropes to properly see what was going on. And she did so just in time to see and hear Betsy telling Troy to go kick her fat butt.

Oh, OK. Sure. She could work with that.

Turning around so that her back was leaning against the ropes, Giulia couldn't resist tormenting Betsy just a little more - despite her earlier inadvertent, painful little mishap. Flexing her thighs and glutes, the Italian made sure that they were perfectly available for the couple outside the ring to see. "Oh, you sure you want him to get his hands on this?" Giulia began in a teasing tone, looking over her shoulder at the couple behind her back. "I mean, if he wins, this is what he'll be getting..." the Italian decided to provoke the couple a little further, wanting to see their reaction, but also ready to immediately spring away from the ropes towards the center of the ring should she detect an imminent attack approaching.

[BlackAkuma]

Troy winced at his wife’s words - a visible, undeniable scrunching of the face - not because he didn’t expect her to say that. It was on brand for her, speaking out, letting the world know the first thing that came to her mind. Most times, it was what he loved about her, one of many things, but he was also aware that it could have a different effect on the people around him—case in point, his opponent for the evening.

He wasn’t surprised by what he saw when he turned back around, but he really should’ve. Sure enough, Giulia was putting the topic of discussion on full display, leaning against the ropes and giving millions of watchers a perfect view of her backside. The crowd was, naturally, appreciative, and thousands of phones came out to commemorate the moment in glorious 1080 quality. In fact, Troy might’ve been the only guy in the building not smiling.

He sighed, opened his mouth to speak, only for Betsy to step in front of him, turn around, and put her own butt up for comparison. ”Nothing but fat! Way too big for that little body of yours, you damn hobbit!” She gave her own but a hard slap. ”What would he do with that when he gets this all day, every day? Huh? Once we get home, you’ll just be sitting in a corner while I show you how a real woman gets down!”

Troy pinched his nose and looked up at the referee, who was so taken off by the whole situation that he’d forgotten to start a count. ”Okay, I’m just…I’m gonna get in there and start wrestling again. Yeah. You two, Jesus.”

Troy rolled back into the ring, popped to his feet, and gave himself a quick slap in the face to refocus on what was important. He brought his focus on Giulia again and started to circle her again, though he leaned in as they got close to whisper her way. ”Look, this is awkward enough, could you not…you know? Do that?”

[Jaystar]

Now, Giulia had arrived in LAW first and foremost to fight. To battle against the mightiest male fighters on the roster, and to prove everyone what she was capable of along the way. She was there to display her might and supremacy inside the ring, her power and skills, no matter her stature.

Now, despite all of that, did wrestling contain some inherently kinky elements to her? Yes. Was she proud of her body? Yes. Did she enjoy showing it off in her matches? Yes. Was putting her body on display counterproductive towards her primary goals? No.

There were absolutely no downsides in showing off a little bit of what she'd got to the prissy little wife. And no, when it happened at the LAW arena, it was never going to be only her... But those thousands of phones coming out would surely only contribute to the debuting wrestler's goal of making her... ass famous around a new wrestling promotion.

Besides, the wifey's reaction was hilarious. She sure knew how to run her mouth... And slap her own ass. Giulia did also take note that despite the fact that she had just inadvertently kicked her in the face, the woman wasn't even coming close to the ring to risk any occurrence of physical confrontation. As irate as the woman was, the Italian doubted that hesitance over potentially messing with Troy's success in his match would have been the motivation behind it. "Come on, his thigh is thicker than that ass!" Giulia then lamented down towards Betsy in a dismissive tone, before taking a few steps towards the center of the ring, seemingly having had enough for now of the heated exchange. "Ain't she a nutcase?" the Italian then spit out more quietly towards the referee along the way, accompanied by an appropriate eyeroll to make him pay attention to her, for her.

When she turned around again, Troy had apparently decided to take the situation in his own hands once again, and made his way back into the ring. And he began circling her again like a prowling hunter - with Giulia holding no doubts over what he was really hunting for. That allowed for some natural closing in between the supposedly battling duo...

But what Troy did next was certainly a surprise for Giulia. Instead of trying to lay his hands on her, he was actually secretly asking her to behave. Now, Giulia could partly understand where he was coming from, but really, this was just a bit too much.

Leaning also in towards Troy, Giulia made sure that when he was whispering her way, the Italian got very close to his body, placing the curve of her hip strategically pressing against his crotch while she was listening. She wanted for sure to make it look as annoying to Betsy as she could, but it wasn't the only reason behind her positioning. She actually wanted to respond to Troy by whispering as well. "I know what? Do what? Is it now my fault that you guys are making my debut awkward? And who even brings their wife into their POW match anyway?!?"

In reality, Giulia did not find the situation that awkward at all. This was actually more like fun for her. But she certainly didn't mind making Troy feel as awkward about this all as possible - she was going to have to beat him later in one way or another anyway.

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, he didn’t think that would go anywhere, but Troy had to try. He had only known Giulia for a couple of minutes, but he could already tell that she and Betsy were like two magnets - the same but always opposing each other. Strong, energetic, combative woman, the sort that would never back down, no matter how sensible it was. He was just going to have to grin and bear it because he doubted it would get any better.

That said, he had to laugh - a good hard laugh - at the question about bringing Betsy to his POW. ”You say that like I could do anything to stop her.” Getting Betsy to do anything she didn’t want to do was a physical impossibility, and they’d already agreed to be open and honest with each other regarding matches. It wasn’t like he could keep this a secret from her if he tried, anyway. She would find out, sooner or later, probably sooner, and when she did…

Granted, he wasn’t so into his own thoughts that he didn’t notice the way Giulia was rubbing against him, and he certainly didn’t miss the completely natural and unavoidable reaction his body had to having an attractive woman rubbing against him. And, of course, neither did Betsy.

”Hey! Ease up, wide load!” She slapped the apron. ”You’re wrestling him, not giving him a lap dance!”

Ugh.

Giulia did have a point, though, in that they were making her debut awkward. This was a wrestling match, and one he intended to win, stipulations be damned. So, with that in mind, it was time he got to it.

With her in close, Troy ducked down, wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her up and drove forward hard, dashing across the ring to smash her into the nearest turnbuckle. He didn’t hold back with it, either, figuring that Giulia would have the body to take him going with all he had to offer.

[Jaystar]

Giulia didn't mind this unusual scenario that much, but she still did kinda mean what she had said to Troy. She certainly wasn't going to be held accountable on her opponent's wife's behavior, that kind of idea was just absurd! Sure, a common saying was that it never hurt to ask, but in this instance, Giulia was honestly thinking that it almost should have hurt to ask...

The main thing keeping her though from acting on such thoughts were her efforts at displaying a rather intimate moment with her opponent, especially to everyone outside the ring. Besides, she was fairly confident that the sensation of her strong, womanly body against his own was going to elicit a reaction out of the patriotic wrestler, even if her wife was present... And she surely hoped that it would, since if her assumption would turn out to be false, this night was going to be so much less fun!

Troy's chuckles and outright laughter though told her that there was something in the dynamic that Giulia wasn't fully comprehending just yet. She could have given it a thought, hadn't the wifey once again started giving out her unwanted opinions from behind the ropes. Planting her hands on Troy's chest, the Italian glanced over her shoulder once again to tease the skinny blonde even further. "A lap dance? You call this a lap dance? Well I feel so sorry for your man, if he never gets a proper lap-... Oh?!?"

Apparently Giulia had gone one step too far, and Troy had decided to take matters into his own hands. Or more accurately, Giulia's body into his strong arms as the Italian suddenly noticed having gotten picked up and carried away towards a corner! And unfortunately the speed was only increasing, with the unavoidable result of her back crashing into the turnbuckle!

Giulia had to let out a cry of pain, as the impact also evoked some of the earlier pain on her back inflicted by the suplex. It was such a heavy impact, that for a moment the Italian had to catch a breath in the corner, with her arms draped over the top ropes on the each side of the cornerpost.

[BlackAkuma]

Giulia was small, but strong, with a lot of muscle packed into that tight body. Betsy had been calling it fat, but Troy could say with authority that it wasn’t - at least, not for the most part. As picked her up and barreled forward, he could feel the power underneath her skin, the solid muscle of her leg, bursting with explosive strength. In fact, he was willing to bet that, if they’d been the same height, she could come closer to overpowering him, at least with the lower body.

But they weren’t close to the same. Nowhere near. He had size and strength on his side, and at the end of the day, that counted for a good deal. It gave him leverage, took away her options, and made it so that he would always be in a beneficial position. Kind of sucked to be her, but there was no way he wasn’t exploiting that.

The advantage was put in stark display as he rammed her into the turnbuckle, hitting with concussive force that knocked Giulia’s breath away. A fact that Betsy used to get her words in, naturally.

”Oooooh, what was that? Can’t hear you!”

Troy just ignored her and went back to work, wanting to run with the momentum now that the match was going in earnest. It was tempting to go for something big, like a superplex, to end this early, but he decided to play the smart game for now, take his time and be safe. They still had a good ways to go.

With her leaning on the ropes, Troy stepped back, drew his arm away, then leaped in and swung it out, slicing into her chest with a vicious knife edge chop, one with enough power for her to feel it through her tight top.