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

[Jaystar]

At first, Giulia wasn't worried. Her confidence, and adrenaline, were sky high after having gotten a little moment of fun, refreshing play with Troy. Obviously, she could handle him. Yes, he was big and strong and blah blah blah as he had already proven tonight. But based on the past few moments of this match, her worries had been largely alleviated. Besides, she highly doubted that the Patriot was going to be capable to go for any meaningful move any time soon, such as...

"A Bearhug?" Bah! He wasn't gonna be able to do that. Besides, she was going to get back up out of the way anyway, before he could even try. "She squeezed you, you squeeze yada yada yada..." Gosh, Giulia certainly hoped that she wasn't going to have to listen to that shit any second longer once this match was over.

But then she identified a problem. Her back actually hurt a lot. Getting back up again actually wasn't just a matter of... Getting back up again. It was actually painfully slow to even get to do a situp, contrary to how easy it had been just moments ago.

Suddenly it became much easier though, but in a very bad news kind of way. Now it was her turn to get pulled up by her hair... Funny that the annoying yapping had just gone silent. No complaints over this one, apparently.

Not that the Italian would have wanted to complain, anyway. Pulling hair was nothing. To her it was perfectly normal inside the ring... Hell, it was perfectly normal to her even in rough sex. Besides, as soon as he was gonna have her pulled back up, she could deliver a kick to somewhere to stop him on his tracks.

But what the Italian couldn't predict though, was that the bearhug started already from the sitting position. Her defense was planned to activate way too late. In horror, Giulia could feel her body getting picked up painfully easily, and the crushing squeeze tightening even more painfully around her body. She was trapped.

This was one of those moments, when her small size definitely managed to bite back on her. Her strength and muscles didn't really matter, and her legs were useless. Instead, the crowds got to see her comparatively smaller body getting crushed and dangled in the air against Troy's bigger and taller one, and it was also Betsy's turn to enjoy of what she was seeing instead, as the Italian could definitely see behind Troy's back.

[BlackAkuma]

And, oh, did Betsy enjoy this.

She looked on from the sidelines as Troy scooped Giulia up and proceeded to put on a serious crush, compacting her with his iron body. She damn well knew how hard her man could get - all over - and while she’d never been hugged by him quite like that, she could imagine how much it hurt for the Italian’s body to get pressed up against it. All her bones grinding, muscles squishing, her legs dangling in the air, looking all helpless. It made for a funny picture, and there was no way she was going to let the opportunity slide to rub it in.

”Oh, what’s wrong?” Betsy hopped up on the apron to get a better look. ”Feeling a little tight? Hm? Not liking that? Do you want-”

The referee had about enough of it and came over to shoo Betsy away, forcing her back down to the floor, which Troy was grateful for. He was starting to wish he could just tag Betsy in and let her finish this off, like she clearly wanted to do. It was definitely better than being caught in the middle of this, that was for sure.

”Sorry about this.” Troy sighed and gave Giulia another hard squeeze, trying to ramp up the pressure and make it hard for her to expand her lungs, effectively smothering her. ”Look, just give up, okay? I’ll forget the POW thing and we can all go home.”

[Jaystar]

Troy's bearhug was serious. The most accurate way to measure and prove it? How little Giulia really minded about Betsy's jeering while being subjected to it. The Italian was really having to consume her energy for simply trying to endure it, trying to somehow render herself as relaxed as possible to get subjected to the least amount of pain and pressure as possible. But she simply had to. She couldn't succumb to this one. She couldn't let her own foolishness backfire against herself like this... She couldn't subject herself to such a humiliating loss.

Betsy on the other hand was having the time of her life. This probably was a highlight of her evening. And if Giulia only had been in a place to enjoy of it, she would have certainly appreciated the official's draining patience for the blonde. Probably very unfairly compared to what they'd had for the Italian's antics, but hey, Giulia wasn't complaining.

A highlight for another audience kept still going on strong though, as Giulia's small yet mighty body continued to get helplessly punished by the Patriot. Or, it wasn't specifically the punishment that was the highlight... It was more like the way all the cameras were able to easily and freely zoom in on the rookie's muscled behind dangling in the air. It was pretty certain that no matter the result of the match tonight, she was going to end up as a certain type of fan favorite among the LAW viewership in any case. There were surely so, so many who would have loved to smack that.

No one was able to do that right now though. Not even Troy. He was busy squeezing... And apparently, also negotiating.

Giulia kinda appreciated his suggestion and words. She kinda was tempted to agree with him. Especially, as the squeezing was more than kinda getting worse all the time... But still, her stubborness, her pride, her grit were the factors preventing her to go along with his ideas...

"I'll... Never... Surrender..." the Italian hissed as a response through grittted teeth with the little air she any longer had available right into Troy's ear...

Oh, his ear. This was a funny thought. Not really one that she was probably going to be proud of... But the referee was having their hands full with attending to Betsy for the moment.

With that, quickly and sneakily, yet still rather shamelessly, Giulia bit Troy's ear in a devious attempt to get the muscled Patriot to finally release herself.

[BlackAkuma]

Troy was afraid that his offer might come across as a little condescending, but he meant well. Unlike a lot of guys would have, he wasn’t in this to just cop a feel on a hot girl - mind you, Giulia did feel good grinding up against him, but he was doing his best to push that out of his mind and focus on the task at hand: crushing the life out of his opponent and hoping against hope that she would see reason.

The absolute last thing Troy wanted to do was bring over a house guest that didn’t want to be there. Betsy would’ve gotten a kick out of it, sure, but that didn’t make it more appealing. If she just gave up, he could take the win and they could all go home happy. Well, happier than they’d be otherwise.

But if there was one thing Giulia and her wife had in common, it was that she was stubborn. Really, annoyingly, amazingly stubborn.

Troy had a deep sigh as she whispered, more irritated than aroused by it. He turned around and prepared to launch her with a belly-to-belly suplex, when he felt her lips closing around his ear. What was-

”Hey, stop!” Troy cried out as her teeth clamped down on his lobe, digging in deep. She wanted him to let her go and that was exactly what happened as he pushed her away and stumbled, hissing as his hand came up to check for blood.

He wasn’t the only one who wasn’t happy with it, either. ”Ref, are you blind!” She slapped the mat and wagged her finger at Giulia. ”You little cheating goblin!”

[Jaystar]

It really was a little bit of a shame that when looking back at this, Giulia would ultimately always know what ended up saving her from the bearhug. It certainly was nothing to be proud of... Even though, then again, nothing that she should have been too ashamed of either. Sure, it wasn't fair, it wasn't sportsmanlike... But come on. This was wrestling. Worse things kept on happening all the time anyway. Right?

Now, why Giulia did so was totally another question. Troy had mentioned the POW stipulation, and she could have totally forgiven him for thinking that the main driver behind her, admittedly a bit desperate move, was to ensure that she got to take Troy home and have some devious fun with her. But by now, that almost couldn't have been further away from the truth. Sure, while she wasn't going to mind getting the chance to force the Patriot to give her a pleasurable reward for her victory, truthfully, she was kinda sick and tired of being in the vicinity of him and his wife already.

Although, then again, it would have been fun to see the look on the wifey's face if she fucked her husband...

But above all, simply, she just couldn't lose this match.

Basically, nobody was happy by this point. Betsy was fuming from all of Giulia's shenanigans. Troy was irate for his wife's behavior, and the Italian's choices of actions. Giulia was fed up already, her victory being severely delayed by now, and her body much more exhausted than she would have ever liked.

As soon as she had felt her feet touch the canvas once again, Giulia had relatively quickly stumbled backwards, until her back was finally resting against the ropes. Troy was surely feeling stronger now, and she desperately needed recovery from the bearhug. Draping her arms over the top rope, the muscled Italian kept a constant eye on the Patriot, ready to dodge out of the way at any moment if he decided to attack towards her... But while also trying to relax her muscles and regain her strength and endurance as efficiently as possible.

[BlackAkuma]

Seriously, ear-biting. Who the hell did that?

Giulia apparently, and Troy would be lying if he said it wasn’t more than a little irritating. Yeah, this whole thing had gotten way too personal for his liking, but he didn’t think they’d devolved to that point just yet. From what he’d seen of her, he figured she was an honest opponent - yeah, she got a rise out of making Betsy mad, but that wasn’t exactly abnormal for other females, more like the kind of friction he would expect in a match like this where his wife was nearby.

Now that illusion was shattered, and it was an aggravating truth to come to grips with. So that was the way they were going to do this? Fine.

”She’s on the ropes!” Betsy cried out as Giulia stumbled into the corner. ”Run her over!”

For the first time in this match, Troy and Betsy were on the same page. He sneered her way, still rubbing his ear, then broke into a wild run across the ring. Despite his size, his football career had taught him to get good speed over a short distance, and he used that expertise now, as he charged in and threw his full body weight at her, looking to crush her with a body avalanche.

[Jaystar]

Yes, Giulia could still hear all of Betsy's protests... But this was once again the point where the reality of her having to not pay attention to the blonde bitch at all had fully sunk in to her. She had to focus on Troy, she had to focus only on his actions... Which was practically also dictated simply by her own survival instinct, at least for as long as her legs still felt this wobbly, and her midsection this fucking sore.

She hadn't become deaf though. Even if Betsy seemed to have begun assuming so... Now, Giulia had gotten the feeling that Troy and his wifey were not necessarily always agreeing on everything, but at this point it wasn't tough to guess what he was thinking. Especially as the lady was telling him to basically act like an enraged bull, something that was very common for people to start acting in after having gotten their ear bitten.

While Giulia was leaning against the ropes, she had taken care of not placing herself exactly in the corner. From afar it might have looked like she was pretty much dug into it, but in reality, she had a good flex in the ropes for a reasonably quick escape outside the ring to her right. Whether it was quick enough was another question though, but she didn't really have the chance to test that theory in practice... Before she already had to count on it, as Troy had promptly taken up his wife's suggestion and was now raging at her.

Luckily, the Italian's little escape path worked just in time, leaving Troy's body hitting nothing but the turnbuckle. For now, Giulia had to be content with observing how the Patriot's form was going to be taking the hit, as she wasn't quite ready yet to climb up onto the top rope... Although that was her mid-term plan, as soon as her legs would finally find a better footing first.

[BlackAkuma]

”Come on, come on, come on...”

Betsy could sense that this match was reaching its climax, progressing to the point where the pendulum would swing one way or another, and the tension was starting to wear on her. As much she hated to admit it, Giulia was putting up a hell of a fight, surviving against a guy who was about twice her size and even getting the better of him occasionally. If she’d been up against anyone but her husband and if she hadn't been at ringside, she could even see herself cheering on the Italian, but the wasn’t the way the dice fell.

For better or worse, she was right here, and there was only one side she was backing. ”Come on, Troy!”

Troy was coming on pretty hard, storming across the ring at top speeds, putting his all into it. He wasn’t ignorant of the risk, but he felt confident in thinking that there was no way Giulia could move in time. He’d done good damage with that bearhug, to say nothing about all the hits she’d taken through the match. It was a lock.

He only learned how much it wasn’t a lock when Giulia nimbly slipped out of the way, giving Troy nothing but a turnbuckle to run into. He crashed hard with his chest, bounced backwards, and only managed to go a few stumbling steps before he was forced to fall to his knee, rubbing his aching sternum. It wasn’t a good place to be, but his body demanded it, too winded from the toll of the match to make a quick recovery.

[Jaystar]

Giulia had barely made it out of Troy's way, but her confidence for success with it had likely been higher than the probability for success with it had looked like to the audience beforehand. After the mighty bearhug, having her muscled body flattened against the corner might have looked like a suitable conclusion, the final nail in the coffin for the at times cocky upstart in this match. But it wasn't to be. The sneaky Italian had found her way out of the line of fire once more, leaving Troy as the only victim to get buried by his own body avalanche.

Or no, he wasn't exactly buried just yet. But Giulia still took the time to observe exactly the effects of his own move. It looked like a crushed chest, uncontrollable stumble backwards and a fall to one knee. All still within a jumping reach from the ropes.

No, Giulia still didn't feel like she was ready to attack. Her legs felt still rather wobbly. But she also knew that she couldn't let this opportunity slide. If she would keep on wasting moments like this, this match was never going to end. Not to her favor, at least.

Fighting through her exhaustion, and admittedly still pain, the short Italian forced her way up the ropes. Troy was in a vulnerable position, and she had to take advantage of it. And she had to do it as fast as she could... So without a moment of any further reprieve, Giulia launched herself off the top rope towards Troy, trying to land her thighs on his shoulders, and let the momentum inevitably make him fall backwards. If she could just get herself sitting on top of his shoulders, get her legs squeezed in a figure four around his head, and pressing his shoulders to the mat, there was no way that he could have gotten himself back up from there any longer, right?

[BlackAkuma]

Troy stumbled around, disoriented trying to make sense of his environment. This match had worn him, far more than he ever expected - who would think that some Italian girl barely half his size could give him this much of a hassle? But there was no getting around the reality of the situation, she’d been a constant threat throughout the match, and came close to beating him more than once.

If he could just lock onto her, get a hold of her, he was sure he could end this, right off. But where…

”Oh.”

Troy figured out Giulia’s position way too late - as she was flying through space, heading straight towards him. While she wasn’t that heavy, she was damned solid, especially in her lower body, which made her one hell of a missile. She came down right on his shoulders and there was no fighting the inevitable - he tipped over and fell flat on his back, the wind sufficiently knocked out of him.

To make matters worse, she clamped her thighs around his head, locking in a figure-four.

To make matters even worse than that, his shoulders were on the mat, which the referee didn’t miss.

She dropped to the mat beside them and started up the count, as Troy strained and struggled beneath his opponent, desperate to get his shoulder up. Even if he did, though, that wouldn’t guarantee his freedom, not with the way her legs cutting in his throat…

”1…!”