Sven vs Lisa Giordanni

"Yeah, that's what you get, bitch!" Sven growled as he mercilessly crushed Lisa's body against him, his powerful arms crushing her slender waist with a great deal of power. With Lisa's back already injured from earlier he was targeting that to further injure his foe. And having Lisa's sexy body up against his wasn't bad either.

But then Lisa had to go and ruin it by firing a knee into his balls. "AAHH!!" Sven cried out as familiar pain overtook him. The face that she was hanging in the air meant that the blow didn't hurt as much as it could of, but it still pissed Sven off.

"Grrr...you're dead meat!" Sven growled, and with the bearhug still in place he would then drop drop Lisa to the mat backfirst, with him landing on top of her to crush her between him and the mat.

The pressure on her waist was overwhelming, and she felt that her air supply was almost over when she hit his crotch with her knee. But instead of making him let her go, but instead he kept crushing her.

"Ghh! D...damn..."

Then Sven jumped while still holding the brunette's waist, dropping the girl's back on the mat and landing on her, crushing Lisa with her own finisher, the Bearhug Drop.

"Ghh...it can't...be... my own...move..." the Italian groans, humiliated for having her finisher used against her.

After dropping Lisa onto the mat Sven would slowly peel himself off her, his balls still aching from the low blow Lisa had given him. He growled furiously, glaring down at Lisa as she lay groaning on the mat, apparently using her own finisher against her. He didn't mean to, he just wanted to hurt her for that crotch shot.

"You really want me to fuck you up, don't you?" Sven growled, and would stand up up, but as he did he would grab a handful of Lisa's hair, using it to drag her over to one of the corners. Once he was there, Sven would attempt to slam her face into the turnbuckle, hoping to stun her with it. If that worked, Sven would set her up in the corner, placing her arms over the top ropes and taking her legs to hang on the middle ropes, hanging her up like a piece of clothes and making her utterly helpless.

Lisa was down at the ground, breathing with difficulty after tasting her own finisher.

'Ghh..." she groans, her eyes closed and her arms clutching her hurt belly.

The brunette amazon begins to try to stand up, and it seemed that her opponent would help her doing that, but in a not very pleasant way: pulled by her straight long hair, the girl cries as she got dragged to the corner, and slammed roughly on it, hitting her forehead and getting a bruise on it.

"Ahh....ghh..."

The girl was at her knees, and before she could do anything Sven grabbed Lisa's body and placed the diva at the ropes, trapping her on the corner, so she couldn't do anything but squirm helplessly.

"Wh...what...are you... g...going... to do?"

After hanging Lisa up in the corner like a piece of meat Sven stepped back a bit to admire his work, looking her half naked body up and down with a grin. Knowing she was helpless to stop him, Sven would walk up to Lisa and grabe on of her breasts, groping it in his hand, giving it a few hard squeezes.

"What am I gonna do to you?" Sven repeated, grinning as he groped her boobs. He would then release her breasts and clench his fists in each hand.

"I;m gonna beat you into next week!" And with that Sven would start to unleash a torrent of punches on Lisa, aiming for her face, punishing Lisa with a furious series of left and right hooks.

Lisa was hanging at the corner, squirming and struggling but with no use. She watched as Sven walked to her, grinning. The girl knew that he was planning to torture her more, her expression had shame and fear. Then the tall brunette got her breast grabbed and squeezed hard, making her scream and moan:

"Ahh...ghh...stop..."

Her opponent did that, but what he did next was much worse: Lisa started to get mauled by his furious hooks, left and right. Blood would spill from a open wound at the brunette's mouth with each strike.

"Ghh...ghh...ahhh..." the girl moans as she gets punished.

After some blows, Lisa's head was limply hanging foward, the blood falling on her chest and on the mat. The broken diva begs:

"Ghh...please...stop...I...give..." It was only loud enough for Sven to hear, and the judge was watching from a distance so she didn't stop the fight yet.

Over and over again Sven would hammer Lisa with his furious and brutal punches, snapping her head back and forth with utmost glee, a sick smile on his face as he did so. The sight of her blood excited him even further, and even when she started begging he didn't stop, and because the ref didn't hear her the match wouldn't be stopped either.

Fianlly after a good couple dozen of his punches landed Sven would let up on Lisa, stopping his barrage of punches and looking at the damage he had inflicted. It made his smile grow wider.

"I'm not done with you yet, bitch," Sven snickered at Lisa, knowing that she had already tried to give up earlier. "When I'm done with you, you'll never want to mess with me again!"

Having already battered her face, Sven would next start throwing heavy kicks straight into Lisa's midsection, hammering her belly over and over again with his powerful leg, really wanting to make sure she would not be able to fight back after this. He would throw a dozen or so kicks, and after he did that, he would complete the brutal combo with a sharp knee straight into Lisa's naked crotch.

Stuck in the corner of the ring, Lisa moaned with every punch she took in her face. Blood trickled from the cut in her lip, and a wound was opened on his forehead. Sven was messing up with her pretty model face, and that was hurting on the girl as much as the strikes she was taking.

Tears drenched her face, mixing with the blood of her bruises and the drooling on her mouth, and along with her painful expression and beauty that made a picture that would get sadistics like Sven and his fans excited. The crowd roared with the cruel man performance.

But as the referee didn't stop the match, he continued his assault on the beaten diva. Lisa groaned as his strong legs smashed her slender belly against the corner, the pressure of the impacts sending blood from out of her mouth. After taking a dozen of those kicks, the girl received a last one, aimed at one tender, special part of her body: her tight exposed womanhood.

"Ahhh!" screaks Lisa, on a low volume and high pitch.

Sven;s leg would slam into Lisa's exposed belly over and over again, battering her up and making sure she was drained of all the will to fight. Then when the knee to her crotch connected he grinned evily, relishing in her pained cry. After he connected it, he wouldstep back from her, grinning at her pained, drooling expression.

"I suppose you want to give up now, don't you?" Sven aked with a cruel grin. "Well too bad. I still want to make you suffer a bit." Sven would then grab Lisa's hair and use it to pull Lisa off the ropes, and if and when she fell to the mat, Sven would swing hos foot upwards, making sure it connected with Lisa's stomach just before she hit the mat.

After being crushed on her belly and crotch by Sven's devastating combo, the girl stood at the ropes, helpless. She couldn't breathe properly, so even wanting real badly to scream out her submission, she couldn't say a word.

So the bigger brunette was still on the ring suffering at the hands of her merciless opponent. She got her hair grabbed and pulled to the ground, and she landed on the ground with Sven's foot on her belly, making her spill some more blood from her mouth. Lisa stayed down, with her eyes shut and her legs spread, moaning deeply from the pain of her injuries. The referee came closer to check her.

From a distance, the referee looks to the broken, half naked diva and turns to Sven:

"Don't you think it's enough?" Then she get to her knees next to Lisa and was ready to declare the KO.