Nanako Jounouchi vs Toshio Akamatsu

Nanako would keep spinning faster and faster with Toshio in her grasp, whirling him about like he was a toy, and the amazon was making it look easy. Unfortunately this move also had the unwanted side effect of making Nanako herself dizzy, and couldn't keep this up for long. "Waaaaaahhh!!" Nanako screamed as she was getting dizzy, but refused to release Toshio until she was sure she was going fast enough.

Finally when Nanako was spinning her fastest and Toshio was at his dizziest the amazon would release the man from her grasp, catapulting him across the mat.

Toshio's world devolved into a kaleidoescope as Nanako spun him around faster and faster. He became increasingly lightheaded and disoriented, and the experience seemed like a worse torture than any other hold that Toshio had been put in in his wrestling career. Pain was one thing, but this move was making him feel genuinely sick.

Just when it felt like Toshio was going to throw up, Nanako threw him. The impact of his back against the mat jarred his spine, and he let out a soundless cry of pain as he arched up, his world now a mixture of agony as well as dizziness. "Guuuuh..."

After spinning for Toshio for so long Nanako was pretty dizzy herself after launching him like a missle across mat, stumbling about the mat a bit as she tried to regain her bearings. "Oooohh..." Nanako groaned, feeling a little nauseas herself, but unlike Toshio she would recover much quicker, shaking her head clear to straighten her senses out. When she did, she would turned to her downed opponant, and she grinned proudly. It was time to step it up a notch!

Approaching Toshio while he was down, Nanako would take hold of his feet and try to drag him to the center of thering, far from the safety of the ropes. Once she did that, the amazon would roll Toshio onto his back, then move to stand over him, her feet on either side of his head. His vision would be filled with the sight of her tall body towering over him right before she sudden;y kick her feet out from under her, aiming to drop her butt down hard on Toshio's chest, her full height and weight being used to try and crush her opponant.

Toshio blinked rheumily as the ceiling seemed to move above him, hardly feeling the mat rubbing against his back as he was moved to the centre of the ring. Groaning, he blinked again, and this time saw Nanako standing above him, her tall, curvy body almost filling his view. For a moment, Toshio suspected that he had been knocked out, and was right in the middle of a very pleasant dream.

He was disappointed...and quite hurt...however, when instead Nanako dropped down on top of him, butt-first, bringing him sharply back to reality while expelling all the air from his lungs. His lower body jerked awkwardly, and he groaned as his body slackened again. At the moment, his body was becoming a nice library of bruises and hurts thanks to the amazon.

Nanako's full nearly 200 lbs weight came crashing down onto Toshio's chest in the form of a rather damaging butt drop which was lucky not to have caved Toshio's rib cage. Sitting upon her opponant's chest Nanako looked down at Toshio from between her legs and smiled when she saw just how out of it he was. That's what a pervert like him deserves! she thought in satisfaction. Nanako saw the butt drop as one of her more devastating moves. It was quick, it was easy, and with her weight it did a lot of damage.

Which is exactly why she was going to do it a second time. Standing back up off of Toshio's chest she would assume the position she was just in moments ago, with her looming menacingly over her downed foe. Then of course a second later she would kick her legs out and drive her butt down on Toshio's chest again for a second brutal drop.

As Nanako got up off of Toshio, the amazon's opponent was left lying on the mat, breathing raggedly. The drop had done more of a number on him than he cared to admit, and he shut his eyes, trying to fight out the pain as his bare chest rose and fell. All the while, he was conscious of the fact that Nanako was standing up, probably preparing herself to do the same thing again.

"D...dammit..." he muttered to himself. "I'm...not a...damn chair." Acting on instinct, he willed his body to roll sharply to the side, just as Nanako came dropping down on him again.

As Nanako came down with her second buttdrop the crowd was waiting on the edge of their seats for the results. A second one would probaly be the end of Toshio after all. What was more humiliating than to be put away by a womans butt? So they waited for Nanako to come down again, but to everyone's surprise, inclusing Nanako's, Toshio would be able to roll away just in time to avoid another butt drop, leaving Nanako to collide with nothing but Mat.

"OWWW!!" Nanako cried out when her rear impacted with the mat instead of Toshio's soft body. She sat there on the mat, rubbing her sore behind, wincing in pain as she did so. "Owwwww....that hurt," the amazon whined,

Rolling away, Toshio pushed himself up to his knees, counting himself lucky to have avoided that given the state he was in. Kneeling upright, he glanced at Nanako...and was treated to a full view of rubbing her backside. "Ah..." he gaped, almost suffering a nosebleed then and there. A rare moment of self-control, plus his determination to win this match, prevented him from doing so.

While Nanako's back was turned, Toshio would spring forwards and grab the back of Nanako's head, before flipping over her shoulder. If all went according to plan, he would land on his butt in front of her, and, in the process, would slam her forehead against his shoulder in a stunner.

WIth Nanako rubbing her behind trying to stop the aching that was originating from it she was not able to see Toshio sneaking up behind her, far too preoccupied with checking if her butt was okay.

It wasn't until Toshio had grabbed her head and flipped himself over her shoulders that she knew she should have been paying more attention. She was convinced of this when her face then slammed into the man's shoulder.

"UUGGHH!!" the amazon cried out, her head snapping backwards off of Toshio's shoulder where she would come to land on her back on the mat. It had taken a while but Toshio had managed to down Nanako once more, and she lay there groaning in a daze.

Sitting upright, Toshio exhaustedly raised a fist to the crowd, indicating that he was still in it to win it, no matter how tough his opponent was. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he staggered back up to his feet, still hurting from the punishment Nanako had dished out on him earlier. With Nanako now slumped face down on the mat, however, he once again had a chance to turn this match around.

Grabbing Nanako's arm, he pulled the tall girl to her feet until she was standing upright. Leaning against her, he wrapped one arm around her shapely waist and another around her thigh. "Liftoff!" he shouted, arching back with the amazon in an effort to lift her off her feet and scoop slam her hard onto her back.