Less Than She Wanted, More Than She Bargained For: Yukari Takeba (D) vs Fumie Suzuki

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Yukari wasn't too incredibly solid on the rules yet on account of her newness to the sport, but she didn't know that a wrestler leaving the ring was supposed to initiate a disqualification count. The ref however, seemed to have not a care in the world. Does under the ring... count as in the ring... somehow? the actress thought to herself as she pondered the situation.

Then a familiar voice rang out, Fumie's friend. Clearly speaking with the intent to distract and annoy Yukari for her opponent's benefit. The brunette could certainly refute the argument. She knew why she was wearing such an uncomfortably revealing outfit while also already having explained her change in demeanor. But getting caught up in somebody in the stand would just be giving the heckler what they wanted. So Yukari just drown her out and continued to wait for Fumie.

When Fumie finally came back out from underneath the ring, and tried getting back in, Yukari spotted her rather quickly. The height and physical abilities of the little gremlin of a wrestler made it so that she struggled somewhat to climb back in, allowing the actress to get to Fumie before she was back in the ring. However, the speed at which Yukari reached Fumie proved to be a detriment to the actress. Fumie had not yet pulled the arm holding her new sword into the ring yet. thus Yukari could not see it. Thus, when the brunette reached down to grab Fumie, she swung her wooden weapon, and cracked Yukari clean across her chest.

"GAH! WHAT?!" Yukari cried out as she held her smarting breasts as the bounced from the impact. But Fumie wasn't done yet. She starting swinging her sword wildly at Yukari. The actress covered her head with her arms, but they, along with her chest, belly, ribs, and hips where given wacked and smacked from every direction. The legality of Fumie's actions was the last thing on Yukari's mind, she just wanted to make this stop. To that end, after enduring Fumie's blows long enough to regain her bearings, Yukari powered through and fired a high kick at Fumie's wrists. The intent was to send the sword flying out of her opponent's hands and out of the ring.

If Yukari succeeded, she wouldn't be in any serious pain, since Fumie had little to put behind her attacks. But she would certainly be sting all over her body. "Why was that even down there?" she asked. "How did you know it was down there?" Not waiting for an answer, or perhaps planning to force it out of Fumie, Yukari grabbed her opponent, and threw her to the ground, away from the ropes. Then Yukari would kneel down onto Fumie's back and pull her opponent's leg up around the back of her neck, trying to lock Fumie into a Stretch Muffler.

[Ichi]

     Fumie might have been physically weak, but her reaction time was decidedly not weak. Years of video games and a naturally fast reaction time meant that Fumie could react quite quickly. Although Fumie was not expecting a high kick, high kicks are not the fastest attack—the leg still has to travel a pretty large distance to reach the target. Couple that with the fact that Fumie's wrists were a small target, and Fumie was able to move her wrists out of the way of the incoming strike.
     And as Yukari's high kick whiffed, she (presumably) left a vital target open: her butt. Seeing an opening, Fumie's instincts took over. She would attempt to swiftly lash Yukari's butt with the wooden sword. Regardless of whether or not that strike landed, Fumie would circle to her left, attempting to cut an angle and make it harder for Yukari to get her bearings.
     "Oh! S-sorry!" Fumie exclaimed as a sudden realization hit her: she had unintentionally hit Yukari in both her breasts and (possibly) butt. Regardless, Fumie would continue attempting to barrage Yukari with a series of whacks, this time on her torso instead. "I didn't mean to hit you on your... well... those areas..." Fumie's voice trailed off as she said those words.
     Assuming that Yukari had not made any serious attempt to stop her or escape thus far, Fumie would then attempt to feint a whack to Yukari's breasts. But instead of whacking Yukari's breasts, Fumie would alter directions mid-swing and attempt to whack Yukari in the face. Her swing, however, would unintentionally be aimed at Yukari's eyes!

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When Yukari kicked her leg up to disarm Fumie, she was expecting her attack to hit. She really wasn't expecting the somewhat unathletic hacker to actually be able to get out of the way in time. "Huh?!" gasped Yukari as her foot hung high in the air with nothing to show for it. The actress knew that she was probably about to take some more painful whacks from Fumie's sword.

"Ahh!" Yukari yelped as Fumie effectively spanked the actress with her wooden weapon. Yukari stumbled forward, just getting her foot back under herself in time to keep herself from falling over entirely. Fumie had slapped Yukari's breasts back and forth repeatedly before finishing it off with a smack on her ass. Frankly the actress was pissed right now at the smaller wrestler, with much of the anger Yukari had felt for her situation now started to be focused in on her opponent. Then Fumie started apologizing for hitting her breasts and butt. Not something that Yukari particularly cared to hear at the moment in her current mood. Especially when Fumie would follow it up by reeling back for another swing of her sword.

But Yukari was grateful for Fumie's apology for another reason; the orange haired girl paused to speak. As a result, Yukari was able to regain her bearings well enough to get a hand down and catch Fumie's sword as it flew towards her belly. "Save it," said Yukari as she would rip the sword out of Fumie's hands. Tempting as turnabout was, Yukari knew she was angry enough that she probably wouldn't be able to stop herself once she started. So the actress just tossed the sword aside.

"If you really want to make it up to me," Yukari would say as she moved to grab Fumie. "Then you can kiss the boo boos better." Assuming that she was able to get her hands on Fumie, Yukari would then drive her knee up into the smaller girl's stomach and then push Fumie down to her back. The celebrity would follow up by jumping forward and front flipping through the air to land butt first onto Fumie's face with a Senton. Yukari would then stay there, taking her seat on the hacker girl's face.

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     Fumie's eyes went wide as Yukari tore the wooden sword from her grasp. She was not expecting Yukari to recover so quickly and disarm her. The orange-haired girl's quick mind then registered two simultaneous inputs: Yukari speaking, and the fact that Yukari was moving in to grab her. Fumie tried to move back to avoid Yukari's grasp, but Yukari was too fast. Fumie was ensnared. And by the time the knee came, Fumie had already deduced that Yukari might try to make her kiss either her breasts or butt—an enticingly humiliating prospect for the lewd little gremlin, but not one that would so easily materialize: Fumie was not one to submit so easily.
     "Ouf!" All Fumie could manage was a quiet squeak as the air in her lungs was unceremoniously forced out of her lungs. To the small hacker girl, the knee felt like a sledgehammer. The muscles in her torso tensed, as if trying to tighten around the point of impact, tightening so tightly that it almost felt like they were about to rip themselves apart. Fumie's knees went weak and tears filled her eyes. She began to fall foward, only to be caught by Yukari and shoved onto her back.
     Fumie writhed around on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. Light from the overhead ring lights refracted through her teary eyes, casting rays of light across her vision.
     Then, the light faded as an opaque form occluded the light from overhead. An instant later, a bright flash of light momentarily filled Fumie's vision, making it go white. Her head jolted under the impact of Yukari's body, and with the hard floor underneath, it felt as if Fumie's head were being crushed. And Yukari wasted no time getting into a seated position on Fumie's face.
     "Bridge up! Push her forward! Work to get your head free!" yelled a familiar voice, who had traveled along the front row of the audience to the side that Fumie was currently on.
     But Fumie was too dazed to register the instructions. Her head was swimming and she felt a distinct lack of something: oxygen. As the worst of her daze began to wear off, Fumie began to struggle underneath Yukari.
     The referee, meanwhile, did not count out what was supposed to be a pin. She was still as wilfully negligent as before.
     Eventually, the lack of oxygen became painfully poignant for Fumie. Her lungs burned, desperately craving oxygen. She started to panic, still stunned and not fully aware, but knowing that she needed to breathe. She began thrashing around wildly, writhing her little body in all sorts of directions while simultaneously pushing at Yukari with her hands. But it was no use. Desperate to get out of the position and not entirely aware of her actions, Fumie would attempt to sink her teeth into Yukari's butt. Should she succeed, her teeth would couple with the soft adipose flesh, forming a transient bond. Insofar as there was lip contact, Yukari's presumed desire for Fumie to kiss her butt would be satisfied, if only for a brief moment. But then, all there would be would be teeth.

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Yukari wasn't sure if her knee strike had some sort of rage super boost behind it or what, but Fumie went down hard when it connected. The brunette even saw tears forming in the little gremlin's eyes as she dropped to the floor. With that, it wasn't surprising that Yukari was able to connect her Senton into Facesit combination with no more trouble than it took the trained acrobat to do a front flip.

Yukari initially landed on top of Fumie in a way that would have counted as a pin, but she didn't want that. Yukari pulled her legs off of Fumie's shoulders to do a Facesit with nothing else attached. Doing so quickly enough that neither she, nor anybody else realized that the referee had no intention of counting the pinfall anyway had the actress decided to maintain it.

Yukari hadn't expected Fumie to be able to resist her. That was because she had not realized that nothing was stopping her opponent from biting her. "AIIIIEEE!" yelled Yukari as she shot up off of Fumie like she had sat down on a burning stove. "You little-," the actress grumbled. "Just how many things do you want me to make you regret?"

[Ichi]

     It felt like coming up for air after being submerged, as if her head had broken through the surface of a body of water. Fumie gasped for air. She blinked several times, her vision quickly coming into focus as the realization that she had bitten Yukari's butt sank in.
     "Just how many things do you want me to make you regret?" snapped Yukari.
     "I don't want to regret anything," replied Fumie, who took the question literally. "I just wanted to defend myself against your public lewdness." Fumie paused. Despite not being the most socially aware, she knew she could have phrased that better. Although part of Fumie did want to piss Yukari off just so she would get rough with her—that part was at odds with the fan in Fumie who wanted to ingratiate herself to Feather Pink. Admittedly, that might have been a lost cause at this point. Fumie tried not to think about that though. "You're too strong for me," Fumie continued. "I have to use these sorts of tactics to make the fight more even."
     With that, Fumie would attempt to roll out of the ring and go underneath the ring. She would attempt to make an escape and regroup, although there was no telling what Yukari would do.

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Yukari was initially peeved at Fumie's deadpan response to her words. But even through her anger, she had to recognize that she couldn't deny what her opponent said about the imbalance of the matchup. Yukari could have gone into some Feather Pink-esque monologue about fighting fair, but the actress knew well enough how well that applied to the real world. Not to mention the fact that Yukari was really not in the mood to flip on her actress mode right now.

"Oh no you don't! Not again," said Yukari as she began to give chase to Fumie once the Lightweight started trying to get under the ring again. The brunette really did not want to deal with Fumie popping back up with a weapon again. Or even just to have another who knows how long lull in a fight that the actress really just wanted to be over with at this point.

Owing to her superior speed, Yukari was just able to snag Fumie by one of her ankles before she managed to escape. The actress had her opponent pretty much hanging upside down against the ring apron. Yukari would then use her strength to drag the smaller girl back into the ring and away from the ropes. Then once they were about at the center of the ring, Yukari would try to use her hold on Fumie's ankle to flip the hacker girl over onto her stomach and lock Fumie into a Single Leg Boston Crab.

[Ichi]

     Damn! thought Fumie as she felt Yukari grab onto her leg. Fumie let out a squeak in response to being hoisted up and held upside down by her ankle. Moments later, Yukari began to drag Fumie towards the center of the ring. Fumie immediately turned onto her front and started to claw at the mat, only for her to immediately stop.
     It took all of Fumie's strength not to moan. Her breasts discreetly rubbed up against the ring canvas as she was dragged back. Even her shirt and bra in tandem were not enough to deaden the rubbing sensation. Bolts of pleasure shot through Fumie's sensitive nipples, like a million tiny fireworks going off at once. She wanted to moan out lasciviously, but she managed to suppress her moans. Her chest felt like it was about to explode as she held in her vocalizations, her face turning red in the process.
     But to an outside observer, it merely looked like Fumie was struggling to escape. Her squirms of pleasure looked like pathetic struggles to escape. And her red face made it seem like Fumie was exerting herself—which she was, just not for the reasons that everyone thought.
     But the nipple stimulation would not last forever. Just as Fumie was beginning to get delirious from the pleasant stimulation, her leg was wrenched into a single leg Boston crab. She let out a visceral yet cute scream, all of the tension from earlier being released in an explosive yell. The tendons and ligaments in her hip began to cry out in agony as her leg was pulled back. Her fists pounded the mat while her eyes began to tear up.
     "Is... that all?" croaked Fumie, her voice faltering as she winced. It was not a taunt, but the way Fumie said it, it sounded like a taunt. In truth, however, Fumie was curious about how far Yukari was going to go. And secretly, Fumie wanted Yukari to go even further.

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Yukari let out something of a sigh of relief when she managed to snag Fumie's ankle. She really did not want to deal with the gremlin sneaking under the ring again. Who knew what else she had prepared under there to use so she could try to make up the differences in skill and physical ability between the two. Thankfully for the both of them, Yukari did not catch on to Fumie's moans being those of pleasure.

Fumie had the expected reaction when Yukari locked her into the Single Leg Boston Crab. The orange haired girl had already proven to be highly inflexible, so it was no surprise that she was taking the submission hold notably poorly. But then the gremlin threw out a taunt, asking Yukari if that was all she had despite being pushed past the brink of tears. At least that was how the actress interpreted it.

Yukari got trying to look tougher than you felt, she really did. But in Fumie's case, it just came off as pathetic when she tried to do it while beaten, screaming, and crying. The brunette looked back at her opponent, the top half of her eyes lidded as she gazed a lazy glare at the gremlin. "I can give more if you want it," Yukari said as she began to transition.

Yukari would keep a hold of Fumie's leg, as she intended to use it to pull the smaller girl up onto her shoulders. Once Fumie was in position, the model would start pulling down on the hacker girl's thigh and chin, locking in a Torture Rack. Yukari had considered going into her signature Bow and Arrow submission holds instead, but chose not to, believing that they may cause poor Fumie to break. And as much as she irritated the actress, Yukari had no desire to genuinely injure her.

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     Fumie offered up no resistance as she was put in position for a torture rack. Still delirious from the pain, it took Fumie a moment to recognize what move she was about to be put into.
     "Ah! Wait! I might break if you put me into that hold!" Fumie cried out as she realized her predicament. But Yukari did not wait, and instead began pulling down on Fumie's thigh and chin. Fumie cried out as her body was wrenched over Yukari's shoulders. The orange-haired girl tried to struggle within the hold, but to no avail.
     Meanwhile, the cameras were practically eye-fricking Yukari, capturing every detail of Yukari's scantily clad form. One camera was trained on Yukari's breasts and cleavage, and another camera was trained on her butt. The screens around the LAW arena shamelessly broadcast Yukari's assets, displaying them clearly to the crowd! And should Yukari have even a modicum of awareness, she would realize exactly where the cameras were pointing, based on what was being broadcast on the screens!
     "Careful, Fumie! She might go for a lewd attack from that position!" a voice cried from the front row. It was woman from earlier, and she had a grin on her face. Her fiery red hair framed her presently mischievous expression. "Considering what she's wearing, she might try to finger you!"
     The notion of "fingering" spread through the red-haired woman's immediate vicinity like a wildfire. The audience around her realized that, yes, Yukari was in a position to finger Fumie. And they figured that with Yukari's revealing attire, she might be lewd enough to actually do so.
     "Finger her! Finger her!" A lone chant rose up from the audience, near where the red-haired woman was. But this time, it was not the red-haired woman making the comment. More voices joined in with the chant. "Finger her! Finger her!"
     Soon, a good portion of the arena was chanting for Yukari to finger Fumie, even though it was not a hentai match. "Finger her! Finger her!" The chant continued, clearly audible at this point.
     "Oops. Sorry about that," apologized the red-haired woman, her voice drowned out by the crowd. "I didn't mean for it to end up like this."
     Through the pain of the hold, Fumie manifested a blush. She could clearly hear what the audience was chanting, even as her body was wrenched in the hold. "But... that would be violating!" she whined from atop Yukari. "I'm not sure if I want that kind of 'more'!" Fumie was conflicted. Part of her did not want to get violated in a standard match. But part of her did. Part of her wanted to be one-sidedly ravaged and lewded, exposed for all the world to see. Yet, regardless of her conflicting desires, for now, she was at the mercy of Yukari.