Slippery Submissions: Fuuka Yamagishi vs Momo Yamamoto

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Everything in this match just seemed to come up Fuuka in a way she had never expected when she signed on to become a wrestler. What was a grab into power punch for Momo turned into an escape and a headscissor for the bluenette. Another damaging, weakening squeeze to be put onto the throat of the struggling Heart Throb, who was still determined to fight.

Fuuka knew what it was like to be humiliated in the ring, but what Momo was being put through felt like it had to be on another level. She was getting decidedly beaten to the point of looking outright helpless, had been stripped of her top and left bare breasted, and she was having this done to her by freaking Fuuka Yamagishi of all people.

This was Fuuka's first fight since the Rose Gold match as well. Anyone who even remotely followed LAW knew what kind of a joke of a jobber that she was. Fuuka openly admitted to seeking out losses out of spite to her parents, and asked the champ to dominate her. Then was made to beg and plead after Rose's brand of humiliation proved too much for Fuuka. She deservedly got no respect as a fighter. That's who Momo was outright jobbing to.

As Momo started her escape, Fuuka thought that had to be the only thing keeping Momo in this. The sheer volume of humiliation a loss would bring her. She'd get laughed at no matter what, but as the saying went: winning cures all woes. If Momo won, she'd have a solid 4-2 record, and with time, people would only see the Fuuka match as another win on her resume. But if she lost. If she couldn't make the comeback. This match would stick to her forever. Momo got her rope break, but she still had to get progress if she wanted to save her reputation.

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Momo got to the ropes and huffed out a sigh of desperation, wheezing as she laid there, just trying to recover from that tight headscissors at this point. Pushing herself up slowly and crawling to the ropes, she used them to start ascending back to her feet, looking completely beleaguered and exhausted at this point, but a determined expression on her face as she turned to face her opponent who seemed like she was just effortlessly winning this.

"I am not going to lose like this, do you understand me!? This... this stupid oil is not going to be why I lose, and I'm going to take you down!" yelled out Momo, eyes wide in panic despite her bold words. "You're going to submit to me, and you're going to feel really, really bad for everything you did to me, including... including taking off my top!" She then coughed, trying to take another deep breath.

Her body was still drenched in oil, and her hair was a complete mess as it was haphazardly framing her face now, sticking to wherever the oil made it stick to. The Heart Throb was content just for now to try recovering still, holding a hand to her neck. She had nothing good coming from rushing after Fuuka thusfar; maybe it was time that the bluenette came to her instead.

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Fuuka looked at Momo and saw a girl who was freaked out, disheveled, furious, desperate. Though the Cutie would likely never admit it, pitiful, was the word that came to Fuuka's mind. The culmination of everything that Fuuka had done to Momo in this match had rendered her pitiful. "If it helps at all, I already do feel bad about that Momo," Fuuka said.

But really, the fact that Fuuka earnestly wasn't trying to humiliate Momo and felt remorseful about it just managed to make it even worse. Fuuka, this cute, tiny little button of a wrestler who doesn't actually want to hurt anybody, is completely and utterly dominating Momo so badly that she's humiliating her without even trying. Fuuka didn't know how often matches went like this. She was in no way a LAW historian. But she did know someone who was, and they were a journalist at that. Fuuka's mind wandered to wonder if and where this match would land on a "Most Humiliating LAW Losses" list if Shiori Takeda ever decided to write something like that.

But remorse or no, Fuuka had to refocus. With the opportunity so prominently displayed in front of her, Fuuka wanted to win. Even if she was okay with being a jobber, she never tried to lose. And this could very easily be the best if not only real chance to win that she'll ever have. Continuing from when she had spoke earlier, Fuuka said, "But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you win! I'm ending this!" Fuuka had come to a decision. She was ending this now. Momo couldn't win anymore, and Fuuka didn't want to keep humiliating her. Momo was past her limit, but refused to acknowledge it because she too desperate to try saving some face, but that was simply beyond her capability. She had lost this match when she had proved unable to adapt to the oil. It had just been Fuuka chipping away and grinding the Cutie down ever since. So the greatest mercy that Fuuka could offer was ending this ASAP. And so, she went in.

Fuuka observed that Momo was nursing her throat with her right hand, which meant that the rest of her right side was an insufficiently guarded target for her. The coder glided in, looking to lower her shoulder and connect it just above Momo's right hip before she could get an arm there to protect it. Fuuka would then try to push forward and thrust the Heart Throb into the ropes, and then lift Momo up as she bounced off. Fuuka would end up falling, as handling that much speed and weight being thrown around was too much for her. But it was alright, that was the plan. Because Momo was coming down with her. Fuuka, freaking Fuuka Bazooka Yamagishi, was about to drop Momo with an off the ropes body slam.

And now for the submission. Fuuka didn't like what she had come up with. It was far more humiliating than what she wanted to do to Momo, but the bluenette didn't have anything else that she thought might be beyond the Cutie's ability to power out of. With Momo on her stomach and Fuuka on her back, the jobber turned dom took one of Momo's legs in each arm and tucked them tightly under her armpits. Oil or no, Momo's feet would be too big to slip out of Fuuka's squeeze. And now for the finisher, thought Fuuka with a deep breath as she pulled her leg back, then shot her heel forward into Momo's crotch. "Give up! Give up! Give up! Submit! PLEASE!" Fuuka would plead with her eyes squeezed shut as she repeatedly jammed and grinding her foot between Momo's legs. She neither wanted to do this or watch it, but it was fastest thing she could think of to formally end a match that had been won in spirit long ago. This wasn't a formal move in Fuuka's arsenal, but fans would go on to dub this move "Machine Gun Fire."

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Momo felt like just screaming at this point as Fuuka was apologizing and saying she was going to end this. It had been the most frustrating day of her wrestling career, and possibly her life, and she couldn't fathom actually losing like this. She didn't know how she could live it down if she couldn't even do a single thing against her opponent here. Still, she wasn't about to go down without a fight regardless. And as Fuuka went towards her, Momo went to meet her, only to be shoved into the ropes. And then, a moment later she was lifted up into the air, looking a bit shocked before being slammed directly into the mat with a body slam, her sizeable breasts jiggling upon impact as she arched her back. "Ahhhhh...!" she yelled in pain, trying to stifle it. She had minimal energy at this point, and this was just something else that hit her hard and sapped almost the rest of her energy out of her.

"No...!" shouted Yamamoto before she was shoved onto her front. Fuuka had then locked her legs under her arms in a Boston Crab. The main in the Heart Throb's back was killing her as she reached out, trying to find a way out, letting out yells and moans of pain. But her voice sounded more and more tired as she tried to reach out. She saw the ropes, but they were so far away, but that didn't stop her from trying to crawl to them, made harder by the oil making her hands slip with each attempt, as she squeaked and yelled in pain.

But then, she felt a sharp pain and pleasure ripping against her crotch. Her eyes widened as Fuuka began to grind her heel between her legs, and Momo positively shrieked, falling and burying her face in the oily mat, hands behind her head. She moaned and yelled in pain and pleasure, exhausted, unable to continue fighting now. With a loud, prolonged whine, she knew her options were limited. She could continue to take this humiliating move which could end in... a horrific and embarrassing explosion, or she could give up now and make it all end. As much as Momo didn't want to lose, she wasn't ready to take that humiliation. Suddenly, she just kept her face buried in her hands and pounded the mat with her hand, submitting to her opponent and praying she would release the move soon!

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Fuuka won. Fuuka actually won. After the most humiliating defeat she could have suffered, she turned around and gave Momo the exact same type of night that Rose Gold had given her. Crotch pounding and all, to Fuuka's chagrin. She was a resilient woman, no one could deny her that. But Fuuka was also a kind woman. The first thing she did wasn't celebrate. The moment the match had been confirmed as over, Fuuka bolted out of the ring, searching for Momo's lost top. "There!" Once she found it, Fuuka took it back into the ring, and returned it to its rightful owner.

"Again, I'm truly sorry for tonight. I hope this can help at least a little, though I understand if you hate me Momo." Only then, with her duty to her opponent fulfilled, did Fuuka allow herself to take in the cheers of the crowd. While the cheers were wild and varied, there was one name getting said loudly enough to catch Fuuka's ear: Oil Queen.

"Oil Queen, huh?" she mumbled to herself. "Well I guess the oil helped my a lot. I was like a whole different wrestler with it. I wonder if I might have actually found something that I can be decent at here." Fuuka gave the crowd four bows, one in each direction, before preparing to exit the ring and head home. She had quite the fun night, her friends may very well try to organize a victory party for her.

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Momo was released and she immediately held her crotch in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes as she fought back outright sobs. Fortunately for her, it was a skill that she had become rather good at. It was a miserable, awful night with a miserable, awful match that she had gotten completely trounced by, and she had never been so humiliated in her life. She curled up on the mat, just hoping this was all a dream she could just escape from and this never even happened.

But then it was shattered when she felt Fuuka try to give her bikini top back to her. Sniffling, she looked over at Fuuka with big doe eyes, almost ready to cry right there, but she gave her a scowl and yanked her top back, covering her chest with it and turning away. She knew if she even spoke, the water works would start. She had nothing to say to the girl who had taken her top and embarrass her anyway.

After Fuuka had left, the referee told Momo she had to leave. Taking a deep breath, she covered her bare chest as she made her way out of the ring to the crowd who was laughing and making fun of her. She kept her head down, waiting until she got to the locker room to have a good cry. She would later find out that her opponent was even considered a jobber, making her loss even more humiliating. Momo was in disbelief, and she needed to have a turn-around somehow. But for now, she would try to cope with her humiliating loss.

Winner: Fuuka Yamagishi