Slippery Submissions: Fuuka Yamagishi vs Momo Yamamoto

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Fuuka didn't have the kind of perfect memory to know this with absolute certainty, but she'd have been willing to bet just about anything and everything she had that this was the first time in her life that she had been called a bully with complete sincerity. And while it wasn't intentional on Fuuka's part, Momo wasn't exactly wrong in this moment. Fuuka had been ragdolling and humiliating Momo for this entire match.

Momo was pushing up on Fuuka's chin to get the bluenette off, but that was her only concentrated motion in what was otherwise a mad thrashing to not be underneath Fuuka's body any longer. It was in a position like this that size and strength still reigned supreme despite the oily terrain, so the Heart Throb was soon successful in dislodging Fuuka.

Then Momo did something... strange. She clutched the bottom rope and began to just hold herself there. Trying to regroup and recover a bit was one thing, but this seemed like a really weird way to go about it. Fuuka's only guess at Momo's reasoning was that she felt this covered her chest the best. Believing that pursuing Momo on the rope was wrong from a moral standpoint and risky from a practical one, Fuuka complied with Momo's demand and gave her some space. The bluenette kneeled down and sat on her heels as if she was on a tatami mat, and simply waited.

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Momo was clinging to that bottom rope with her arm still over her chest, like it was glued there at this point for her fear of exposing her chest. Eventually, time passed... and even more time passed... and even more uncomfortable time passed until the crowd kept booing. And all Momo did was try to wrap her mind around how to proceed until the referee had finally came up to her.

"Momo, you need to get off the ropes..." said the referee gently.

"No! You need... you need to disqualify her or or or or... get me... something to wear, right now!" said Momo in a panic, clutching that rope even closer with a worried whine.

"I can't do either of those things!" yelled the ref with a groan.

"Yes you can! Just... just find me a shirt or something, I don't know!" answered Yamamoto, lip quivering.

The referee simply sighed and said, "I'm sorry Momo..." And then she threw up a finger. "ONE!"

"Wait, what are you doing!?" asked an alarmed Momo.

"I'm getting ready to disqualify you," answered the ref. "TWO!"

Momo's jaw dropped as she looked at Fuuka, her voice squeaking in panic. "You should disqualify her! She... she ripped off my top!"

"THREE!"

"No, no, no! I can't lose to her like this! Please!" whined the normally cheerful and bubbly Cutie, just begging now.

"FOUR!"

"...OKAY! Fine..." said Momo miserably, sliding herself out from the ropes and then slowly standing, bowing her head with her arm still clamped over her chest. She pouted, which would look all the more adorable if it wasn't such a sad display right now. With a brief sniffle, Yamamoto would turn almost completely red, knowing she wasn't able to continue to hide her chest at this point. And she knew this was just how LAW ran.

And so she dropped her arm, revealing her full breasts to the crowd who began to cheer for the display while Momo looked humiliated, not daring to look up at them, or even her opponent right now as she tried to deal with the current set of embarrassment. If she could deal with that, she might be able to go on like nothing was happening, she thought. She just needed to hope she could cope with that sooner than later.

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It seemed like Fuuka wouldn't be made to wait too long, as the ref was soon on Momo, ordering her to release the ropes and get back into the fight. The Cutie clutched onto that rope like a baby to its security blanket, but at the last moment, her desire not to lose overcame her desire to not have her bare body exposed to the crowd, and she got off.

Fuuka stood up from her kneel as Momo accepted that trying to cover herself was pointless, and let her arm drop. The increase in the crowds cheering at the sight of the tan girls breasts was audible. Though Momo had been coaxed off of the rope, she wasn't looking at anything but the floor, much less trying to attack Fuuka. Something had to happen, and it looked like Fuuka would do it.

Normally, Fuuka was not very comfortable with attacking. But she found herself surprisingly capable in the oil, so the bluenette had been able to make it work when she had tried to attack before. Unlike before, Fuuka had no hopes that an attack may simply go through undetected. She knew that Momo would still notice and react, for better or worse. And while she sympathized with Momo's plight, it did not mean Fuuka would hold back for her.

Fuuka would run at Momo head on, but just before she actually got into range, the coder would slide around her left side before trying to dive at Momo's legs from behind for a takedown. It was obvious that Momo struggled to move and balance in oil. It was the reason the match situation wasn't totally reversed. So, Fuuka wanted to go for something that would force Momo to quickly move her feet if she wanted to be able to defend herself from the attack.

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Momo thought that this might have been one of the most humiliating days of her life, and possibly in her career, playing them through her head as the crowd cheered her rather lovely breasts being fully visible to her now. Yamamoto could have just curled up in a ball and disappeared right there if she could, but unfortunately she was still standing in the middle of the ring, with all of this terrible oil that had made her night miserable.

And soon, she remember the one other terrible thing in her night: Fuuka. That blue-haired bully! She shot her head up, watching her come at her. And, surprisingly, as Fuuka swung around, trying to take her down Momo had acted just a little bit quicker. And while she evaded the oil, she had still slipped and fell onto her back, right beside Yamagishi.

Momo's eyes widened as she looked over at Fuuka... and then they narrowed, looking as angry as her adorable self could muster. "Yoooooou...!" And then, Yamamoto would pounce on top of her, starting to fire forearms directly at the poor blue-haired girl's head, trying to just unleash all of her frustration out on her opponent. It was probably the most motivated that Momo was right now, as adrenaline took over and a desire to get back at her bullies being funneled into beating up the particular one in front of her!

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The concept of "Fuuka takes advantage of Momo's inability to handle oil" was nearing dead horse territory at this point, but that was simply how tonight had played out in the ring. Fuuka at least understood the fighting concept of exploiting a weakness as much as you possibly could. But her limited ability to get damage off of each instance of the bluenette doing so, combined with Momo's strong desire to save some face tonight by coming back for the win, meant that Fuuka would have to rinse and repeat quite a bit before she could claim victory.

But luckily for Fuuka, she could exploit Momo's oil weakness rather consistently. She had the Heart Throb in a lose-lose. Either be too slow to dodge, or too off balance to not fall. Momo chose the former, but either way, it'd have been the same result; Momo on her ass with Fuuka ready to capitalize. The Cutie tried to counterattack from the ground, but ignored the flow of the fight in her anger. After getting taken down, it just simply wasn't her turn to attack, and Momo was shut down simply by Fuuka getting on top of her first.

But Momo still kept trying to attack, this time with punches. But she only dug her hole deeper. Punching upwards, with no good way to put her weight behind her fists with Fuuka atop her. The punches were left so weak that even Fuuka herself could've thrown harder punches if she went for a ground and pound. But that would not be the bluenette's angle of attack.

With Momo's punches coming in like they were, Fuuka was able to grab one arm, and then the other. Knowing she had to work quickly, Fuuka would pull herself forward, her butt sliding over Momo's chest as the bluenette opened her legs wide so she could close them around Momo's throat. The tan girl's Adam's Apple would be pressed up against Fuuka's crotch as the techie tightened the grip of her thighs. She didn't know if this was called a reverse figure four headscissors, a turnaround figure four headscissors, or something else entirely, but it didn't matter. Fuuka did know that it was a scissor choke, probably the best tool she had for dealing as much damage at once as possible.

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Momo Yamamoto let out a shrill yell of frustration when one of her punches were caught. "You... are so completely unbelievable!" shouted Momo as she tried to wrench her arm back. What came after was Fuuka getting in close and personal. With her eyes wide, she tried to scramble away, scooting back in the oil to no avail. As Fuuka's crotch moved in tight against her neck, she had at least enough talent and know-how to deal with a headscissors. She was hardly a scrub, despite her current time in this match inferring otherwise.

As the Cutie struggled in the hold, she would grunt and whine out, struggling until she was able to turn the entirety of her body over with great effort, using her stronger hips, until Fuuka was now on her back and Momo was on her knees. The exhausted-looking Momo got herself halfway there, groaning as she began to push herself up a bit more, the bluenette's legs rising with her slightly as the Heart Throb attempted once, before slipping, attempted twice, then on the third time performed a flip up and over Fuuka's body, dislodging her head from the hold as Momo crashed onto her front, gasping loudly as she held her neck.

She coughed and sputtered, trying to crawl away as she held her throat. She wasn't sure how many more holds like that she could handle. That one had taken a lot out of her as it was, and she wasn't even sure when she could try mounting more offense with how winded she was right now.

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Much like Fuuka, Momo also did have advantages in this match that she could try to use to bring her disaster back to a win. Those advantages were of course, size and strength. In a situation where functioning around the oil gimmick was less important, Momo was able to use her athleticism to flip Fuuka over while in the headscissor and break free to get away.

But the damage was clearly accumulating on Momo. Her fatigue was visible, and she made no moves towards a counterattack. All the Cutie did was cough and try to breathe after being relieved the pressure that had been on her throat. Once more, it was on Fuuka to attack. She didn't really have a new approach, feint, or fake out to go for. She had to try something again, and hope Momo wouldn't be able to adapt. A hope Fuuka felt comfortable putting faith in considering all of her previous successes came from one flaw that Momo was yet unable to overcome.

Fuuka would try to slide into Momo's legs once more. She would disguise it as a shoulder charge into the Heart Throb's chest, but would instead go down to the mat and try to slide into and take out her legs. If it worked, Momo would presumably land face down, and Fuuka would mount her back. Unsure of what to, Fuuka ended up improvising. She would try to pin down Momo's shoulders with her knees, grab the Cutie's head, and push it down into an oil puddle to try to suffocate her. After all, all it takes to drown somebody is a puddle.

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Momo whined miserable as she crawled away, trying to push her body up off the oil. Her hair was caked on her face as she brushed it out of her face. She couldn't believe the state she was currently in as she pouted, holding her neck still as she struggled to stand, her body crying for her to give it rest. She wasn't about to go down quite like this though. She wasn't going to go out in such a pathetic display. Momo knew she was better than that. And so, Yamamoto stood up, ready to fight again.

And she saw Fuuka coming right at her, getting ready to defend herself until she slid directly into her leg. "Gah!" yelled Momo, falling face-first into the oil again with a long groan of pain. The Cutie had to move though. She had to keep going. But then she felt Yamagishi already on her back. In a panic, she began to thrash, feeling Fuuka trying to get on her shoulders and grabbing for her head.

And then she felt her face being pushed into an oil puddle below her and she started to buck even more, managing to keep one of her shoulders from being pinned. She sputtered, feeling her lungs growing tight as she was being drowned. She fought to get her head back up and gasped loudly, only for it to be shoved in again. A few more moments later, the brunette managed to fight her head away with a coughing fit, looking rather beleaguered. Turning, and twisting her body, dislodging herself enough with her desperate thrashing underneath Fuuka, Yamamoto eventually ended on her side, panting loudly before reaching and grabbing hold of Fuuka's hair. "Get... off of me!" screamed Momo, eyes wide and her voice sounding more rough. Then, Momo would line Fuuka up and pull back with her free hand and aim and fire a hard punch right towards Fuuka's face, probably the best one she could muster in her entire career, desperate to just get herself a moment to spare, or any kind of opening away from her blue-haired opponent.

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Fuuka was worried about having to recycle a trick, but it looked like her concerns were unfounded, as this interaction had ended like almost all the others: win Fuuka on top. She then had to fight and struggle to keep Momo's head down in the oil of course, but Fuuka did a good job of it until Momo was able to trash her way onto her side, and grab Fuuka by the hair once more.

"Ah!" yelped Fuuka. With the techie finally in her grip, Momo wound up her fist for the big one. But it would not connect. Fuuka grabbed Momo's wrist and pulled both it forward and her own head back. It was a bit of a sharp yank on the bluenette's scalp, but her slick, oily hair was able to slip through the clutches of Momo's fingers. And with Fuuka's head already moving backwards, she had already managed to get out of the way of what looked like a very painful blow.

With nothing to absorb her force and momentum, Momo would fall forward, once again ending up down on her stomach. A perfect opportunity for Fuuka. She slid herself up next to the Cutie and clamped her thighs around Momo's neck for a side headscissors. Fuuka wondering if this hold was it. It wasn't something that you could just "because oil" your way out of. And eventually, Momo would be to gassed to overpower Fuuka to escape. But then again, Fuuka also knew the main reason she was a jobber was her offensive weakness. For all she knew, Momo might not even be halfway done yet. She could only wait and see.

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Momo had thrown her punch, but Fuuka had seemed to get narrowly out of the way, making Yamamoto look even more frustrated. This girl was managing to luck out, even when Yamamoto had her set to actually be hit. With an adorable squeak of anger.

The brunette had toppled over with a loud groan onto her front again, pushing herself up with gritted teeth until a side headscissors was locked on again. Gasping for air yet again, Momo was being suffocated once more by her opponent's shapely legs. With a grunt, the Cutie's outright anger and frustration seemed to be fueling her through this match now as she tried to pry those legs apart to little success.

Momo was determined not to lose--in fact, she knew she could pull off a win here! She was a good wrestler, darnit! And she wasn't about to simply let some girl luck into some win over her like this! The tanned girl would push herself off the mat with a loud grunt and start to slowly push herself and Fuuka backwards, huffing out exertion as she did so and just trying to get back to the ring ropes.

After some time, the Heart Throb was finally able to sling her foot over the bottom rope and she scrunched her face tight, waiting for a rope break so that she could have another chance to rest from this latest series of holds, just trying to survive in this match right now as her anger towards this girl grew stronger.