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

[Jaystar]

Giulia could afford to admit herself when she had done a mistake, and this was definitely one of those times now. She had let herself become way too preoccupied with teasing the blonde bitch outside the ring, and forgotten to actually focus adequately on the match at hand... Which certainly was a problem when facing someone with the size of Troy. And the price she had to pay for that was making itself painfully evident in her back right now...

The Italian could hear Betsy's continued blabbering from outside the ring, but this was no longer the time to pay attention to it - not that she could have done that anyway now with the air driven out of her lungs. From now on, she was going to have to do the talking inside the ring... At least until a suitable opening should present itself again.

Problem was though that Giulia had been rammed against the corner hard, with the top ropes keeping her upright by the arms draped over it, and it felt like the cornerpost had almost become embedded between her ass cheeks. And the Italian was sure that the American wasn't going to let this opening pass by without continuing to take advantage of it...

Her suspicions got confirmed as soon as Giulia felt the vicious knife edge chop hit across her chest! The pain ensured that the buff Italian was going to stay planted in the corner for some time more... And also inserted some thoughts into her head about Troy probably liking it rough, however this match was going to turn out. But this wasn't really the time to start thinking about that kind of things yet...

Giulia was still squarely in trouble, but the Italian tried to at least deliver some kicks into the patriot's shins and knees should he try to approach her close enough for yet another chops or some other predicament for the debuting Italian.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy winced as the chop crashed into Giulia’s chest, knowing well the pain she was going through. She’d taken some of Troy’s chops, before, too, and she knew how rough they could be on your breast. Not that Troy would ever hit her with that when they traied, but she’d asked him to chop her a few times, wanting to know what it felt like, and he’d reluctantly obliged after an hour of prodding and nagging.

Granted, Betsy had way more chest to work with than Giulia, but still, she couldn't imagine it was a good feeling. Which, maybe she was. Kinky bitch. ”Oooooh, that looked like it sucked, tatter tot.” Betsy winced and pouted as she strolled to the corner. ”Better do something fast, before my man runs all over you.”

‘Her man’ was in the process of doing just that, though he took a quick break to recoup after laying into her like that, letting the pain from the chop run its course. He rolled his eyes at her antics, but maybe he should’ve kept them forward - if so, he might have seen Giulia’s kick coming.

She nailed him right on the shin, making him cry out, and hopped back, a mix of surprise and pain. It was also a clear indication that she still had more than a bit of energy to work with, but that wasn’t a problem. He knew how to run her down.

He lunged in and seized her arm, roughly yanking her out of the corner. Twisting about, he put his all into sending her running toward the opposite side of the ring, launching her with a solid Irish Whip.

[Jaystar]

Giulia had to admit that she had just suffered one of the more vicious chops during her career as a wrestler... A stark reminder for the proud Italian of just who she was dealing with in the ring tonight. LAW certainly hadn't given her a cute, brave jobber boy to face for her debut, facing whom had become almost a habit in some other arenas for her in the past... It wasn't as if she would have had a problem with that kind of fights, but she was always keen to prove herself against any competition inside a wrestling ring, and Troy was her challenge of the night.

That challenge was turning out to be tough, but certainly not unbeatable. The latest proof of which was the effect of her stiff kick onto the Patriot's shin... The bigger man had to step back and leave Giulia some space, which certainly gave the chance of catching a quick breath and regaining some momentum. But the guy was still a bit too close for comfort...

Wanting to get Troy still further away, Giulia took a quick step forward, with the aim of giving her opponent a strong push backwards, and a taste of the strength of La Forza Italiana. But right before the push would connect, the Patriot managed to already counter by catching hold of the Italian's arm, and yanking her even harder away from the corner!

The combined momentum sent Giulia swiftly across the ring, her body crashing hard against the opposite corner. As a result, the turnbuckle gave her yet another "chop" across her chest, with her body leaning against the cornerpost and her arms draped across the top ropes... And her behind once again becoming the natural target for Troy to aim (or stare) at.

[BlackAkuma]

Troy didn’t know any Italians - far from the most common ethnic group where he’d grown up, in Middle America. But even he knew the stereotypes, how aggressive their women were supposed to be. He’d always assumed they were just exaggerating and it was just a little old-school thinking, but now that he was in here with one and dealing with it? Yeah, he could see where that perception came from. Giulia was a handful, inside and out.

The only natural way to deal with it was to take control, hammer into her, and end the match as quickly and definitely as he could. Getting crap from his wife at ringside helped push him along, too - the sooner he could get her home and calm her, the better for everyone within earshot.

He took a moment to wiggle his leg after, trying to shake off the pain from the kick, before he turned his attention back to Giulia. His throw had done a real number on her, laying her out across the turnbuckle and giving him a good view of her backside, whether he wanted it or not. It was a little hard to avoid, honestly - for her size, she was unnaturally blessed in that department. Clearly not skimping on leg day.

He brushed that off as he moved in, looking to see if he could get the advantage on her before she could recover. He had a good idea of what to go for next, but he needed some elevation. ”Let me just…”

Troy reached down, wrapped his arms around Giulia’s waist, and promptly picked the little woman up, only to set her down on the top rope in a seated position. Halfway there.

[Jaystar]

Giulia was starting to take a bit too many hits here. Sure, she was far from exhausted and still had plenty of endurance left, but the momentum was swinging towards Troy's favor... And constantly taking hits wasn't going to help her at all with her hopes of getting back onto the offensive. Besides, the latest hit against the turnbuckle had been quite a tough one, and she couldn't ditch the need to recoup.

Of which Troy seemed to be acutely aware, and not letting the stacked Italian stay for too long untouched and on her own by the corner. Sure, she couldn't help with certain elements in his view probably aiding to unintentionally lure him closer, but it wasn't as if Giulia would have left Troy by himself either had she been in his boots.

Sure enough, the Patriot was soon mumbling his intentions, and picking his Italian opponent up painfully easily - for Giulia. La Forza Italiana was supposed to have a rather thick and muscular body, not one that was just ripe for picking at any time, and positionsed seamlessly however her opponents happened to feel like.

But that's exactly what happened. Giulia felt like being Troy's little toy as she was seated on the top ropes by the turnbuckle, clearly being set up for something. Such a painful feeling...

The Italian knew that she was going to have to invent somethimg, and fast. "I can't let him do this to me... If he's going to slam me down, he's gonna come down with me!" Giulia swore to herself, as she was waiting to find out what Troy was exactly setting her up for...

[BlackAkuma]

Looking on from ringside, Betsy chewed on her lips as she watched Troy plop Giulia up on the top rope. She couldn't help but be a little worried about things, even with him being in control of things at this point - after all, there was a stigma with these sorts of matches. To the best of her knowledge, no man had ever won these sorts of things. It was just a foregone conclusion that the woman would come out on top and drag the ddue home for the night. Only, in this case, the dude was spoken for, and while Betsy wasn’t exactly against the idea of involving a temporary third party into the relationship, it wasn’t about to be a snotty Italian hobbit. Not if she had a thing to say about it.

Troy’s thoughts were more practical, focusing on just finishing this match and getting home with his wife. He was already going to have to fight a battle when this was over, and he didn’t want Giulia involved in it. After he won, he’d just let Betsy make fun of her or whatever she was jonesing for, then let her go on her way. No need to drag this out.

She set Giulia up on the top rope, then planted his own feet on the middle ropes, taking a moment to get his balance and secure his footing. Once he was sure of his position, Troy dipped down, pulled Giulia over his shoulders, and stood tall, hefting her hardened body up with ease.

With her up high, he took a deep breath, psyched himself up, and leaped backwards, attempting to send her crashing to the mat with a high-altitude version of the Samoan Drop, driving her hard right into the center of the ring.

[Jaystar]

Giulia was acutely aware that she needed to somehow stop what was about to be getting done to her. She was acutely aware that Troy's strength was more than sufficient to pick her up and throw her around. And she was also annoyingly acutely aware of the pickle the big guy was being in, with his wife out of all persons giving him, and herself, a hard time by the ringside as well, which probably made him longing hard for finishing up his job quickly, at the expense of Giulia's debut match in LAW ending up in a humiliating loss.

Unfortunately, she was also acutely aware of the fact that her back was facing the big guy as he was heaving her up, greatly limiting her possibilities to defend. Sure, she could try throwing some elbows behind her back, but the Italian doubted they would prove to be much more than a nuisance for him. Thus, probably not even worth the shot. She just had to wish for some kind of opening, when he would finally start throwing her down...

Unfortunately, while Giulia was certainly very skilled and strong wrestler, she did have her weaknesses as well. And she did overly rely on certain of her assets as well. Her thighs were a great exampler of just that. They could often be very lethal, but if they were somehow played out of the picture and she couldn't use them to her advantage, she could be left with little alternatives to subsitute their prowess with.

Right now Giulia's thighs and legs were facing outside the ring. They were nowhere near at getting at Troy.

This was the Italian's fundamental problem with stopping Troy from what he was about to do. And when she found out that he was going for the Samoan drop, her situation did not become any better at all. In that position across his shoulders, her legs were going to be worthless.

Giulia paid the price as her body smacked hard againt the mat. Troy had managed to do exactly what he had wanted to, and the Italian was left rollling over and reeling on the mat... Coincidentally, not far from the spot where Betsy was standing beside the ring.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy, more than just about every one else, could appreciate the rarity of what she was seeing, here. Between the two, she was far more of the daredevil type, the sort of person who would enjoy taking flight out of the corner every now and then. This sort of thing was never Troy’s scene. He was more about keeping it in the middle of the ring, letting his mat work and strength take him to the win. He played it safe most times, and there wasn’t too much safe about launching yourself across the ring with an irate Italian across your shoulders.

Not that Betsy didn’t approve, mind you. Far from it. ”Hell yeah!”

She threw her arms up high as Giulia came crashing down to the mat, making a louder sound than you would’ve expected from a body like that. The woman was solid, there was no getting around it, but that wouldn’t stop Betsy from poking the bear. ”Oh, wow, that looked like it sucked.” She stuck her head in under the bottom rope, just to make sure Giulia could hear her. ”Biting off more than you can chew, huh?”

Troy, for his part, just rolled his eyes as his body did the same, coming over to his chest and pushing up. He didn’t think that would be enough to finish Giulia off, but he hoped it was - the sooner this was over, the sooner the sooner it could all be behind them. He shuffled forward on his hand and knees, wrapped his arms around her leg, and leaned on her chest to get the pinfall going. The referee slid over and started slapping the mat to make it official.

[Jaystar]

This certainly wasn't going as well as Giulia had been hoping for. She certainly had had every intention on making her debut match a dominant one, one that would allow her to make her mark in LAW, and one that could immediately prove her worth and capabilities against any kind of opposition that LAW would be providing her with. She certainly had held every intention to show that she could easily handle someone like Troy.

But no. She was actually struggling against Troy. Was he a far better, stronger fighter than Giulia would have wanted to give credit for? Or was she actually thinking way too much of herself and her capabilities? Was her level actually far lower than she would have wanted to admit, even to herself?

These thoughts of self-doubt could have easily started to take over the Italian's head as she was reeling from the Samoan Drop. Luckily, there was this blonde bitch running her mouth, who guaranteed that any of those thoughts were promptly replaced by irritation and anger.

Oh, she would have loved so much to just throw an uppercut right to her nagging little chin. Too bad it was still a foot or two too far away.

Besides, the Italian soon got another stuff to think about, when Troy began setting her up for the pinfall. Expected, but still annoying. She was going to kick out of this, but she really wanted to kick out strong, and use the momentum to turn the tables on Troy.

"1!"

"2!"

Finally, La Forza Italiana kicked out powerfully from Troy's pinfall attempt, wanting to carry the momentum to get herself as high up as she could. With the same movement, the Italian would then try to wrap her arm around the Patriot's neck, while trying to get herself positioned behind his back... If successful, she would then try to apply a proper sleeper hold around his neck from behind, while clamping her legs around the man's sides!

[BlackAkuma]

Just three seconds. All Troy wanted was three damn seconds. It wasn’t that long, but it felt like an eternity as the referee slapped the mat, drawing out each impact. He’d known that something like this could happen when he came over to LAW - the promotion was notorious for mixing eroticism into matches that didn’t even call for it, after all, and Betsy could be volatile during the best of times. But this kind of drama wasn’t what he needed in his life.

After he won, Betsy would probably want him to drag Giulia back and humiliate her a bit. Not going to happen. He’d let her get a few words in after the match, but then he’d let the Italian firecracker go. Maybe work out a deal where she bought them dinner or something to forego the stipulations. Seemed like a fair trade, and it would appease his wife. Everybody could win, here. In a manner of speaking.

One, two…

”…damn it.”

Troy groaned as Giulia kicked out, once more extending this match past the point he would’ve liked. He almost had to admire her resilience, but it was causing serious complications that he didn’t want to deal with. He was just about to move on to another move, when she crawled over him with a burst of energy, getting around to his back and clamping on.

”Hey, stop-” Troy started to pull at the arm around his neck, when the real pain registered, as she clamped down around his midsection with a powerful scissorhold. His hoarse cry was cut short as his innards were pulped, giving way under the ridiculous amount of force she brought to bear. He knew she had strong legs, he could see that with his two working eyes, but seeing and experiencing something were vastly different. Her legs were like iron girders, slicing into his body with an unrelenting pressure.

All Troy could do for the time being was to try and push his way up, rising up with wobbling feet. That alone would be a significant accomplishment, and then he could start thinking about getting her off of him, preferably before he passed out.