Submissions and Sparring

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Fuuka hadn't exactly given a Shakespearian effort with her selling of the full nelson, so it wasn't all that surprising when Jenna proved unconvinced that the bluenette was struggling with the hold. Therefore it was also unsurprising when the surfer girl swapped out her full nelson for something else, yanking one of Fuuka's arms down behind her back before jamming it back up into a hammerlock.

"Hssh!" Fuuka hissed in pain as her shoulder was bent and twisted by Jenna. But the computer girl quickly settled back down. A hammerlock sends a big jolt up the arm in the moment it's applied, but it isn't very bad beyond that typically. However, Jenna started to flex her submission expertise as she climbed up on Fuuka's leg to generate leverage for her free hand to put into twisting Fuuka's shoulder further.

In addition, the opposing forces that Jenna was putting on Fuuka began to twist her upper body, while her lower body remained stationary. While this did apply pressure to Fuuka's spine, it was something she could brush off without much thought. And while there was certainly more pressure on Fuuka's shoulder than she was used to with a hammerlock, it only really amounted to anything serious whenever Jenna thrusted Fuuka's arm to send another jolt up her shoulder.

"It's worse to handle than the full nelson," said Fuuka. "But I'm too concerned if I'm being honest. Plus..." Fuuka decided to try to make use of both her free arm, and the stipulation that she was allowed to try escaping. The lighter haired bluenette reached her free hand up behind her head and tried to grab Jenna's neck and pull hard to throw the submissionist off balance and make her fall. Then Fuuka would use the opening to get up and get some space before Jenna could recover and go for a grounded hold.

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It was still a relatively basic move, but Jenna had to admit, she was surprised that Fuuka was holding up so well. Whenever she was in a hammerlock, Jenna found herself often speechless from the pain. Sure it was relatively easy to maneuver out of, but that didn't mean the initial shock was paralyzing. For Fuuka though, this didn't seem to be the case at all. Maybe this girl actually was a sponge when it came to pain...

Jenna didn't have too much time to dwell on it however, as Fuuka opportunistically used the surfer girl's distracted state to push out of the hold and drag her down to the mat. Caught by surprise, Jenna tumbled downwards with a shriek before catching herself on her hands and knees. She slowly picked herself back up to her feet, blowing a strand of hair from her face as she eyed her opponent with a slightly more annoyed look.

"Fine then Fuuka, that was all... just a warm up! Now it's time to get serious!" Jenna declared. Putting on her game face, Jenna steadily approached her opponent before throwing one hand behind Fuuka's neck and another one onto her arm. It was indicative of a collar and elbow lockup, but in reality, the move served as a decoy. After a few seconds of grappling, Jenna would swipe out her leg in front of her, hoping to catch and trip Fuuka down back-first onto the mat with a leg sweep!

Considering that Fuuka was technically supposed to allow Jenna to perform any move she wanted, the tactic was a little bit underhanded. But considering her opponent's endurance, Jenna wanted the element of surprise to help accentuate her next move. If she was successful, Jenna would immediately set about working on a ground assault. After Fuuka had fallen to the mat, Jenna would drop down directly on top of her, driving all of her weight downwards into her smaller opponent.

She would then quickly obtain control of Fuuka's wrists before pinning them directly to the mat above their heads. Her legs would snake down the length of Fuuka's body before stopping at her feet, where Jenna would then coil her ankles around her opponent's in order to lock them into place. With the two wrestlers now pressed so close together, Jenna couldn't help but blush as the rush of heat and warmth from her opponent's body overtook her senses.

Were this an actually match, Jenna would be hard pressed to control herself, but given that she was trying to prove herself, Jenna decided to instead focus on delivering a powerful grapevine stretch! The move would force Fuuka's limbs to spread out in opposite direction, putting significant strain on each of her joints. Jenna continued to spread out her opponent further and wider, listening attentively for any signs that the attack was working at chipping away at her opponent's resolve.

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Fuuka smirked a bit when she saw the look on Jenna's face after the smaller girl had broken free of the surfer girl's hammerlock. "Well, I'm ready for you then, Jenna," said Fuuka as she waited for her opponent's next move. At first, Jenna went high, but she was just grappling. Fuuka was a bit confused, unsure if the larger wrestler wanted her to push back or not.

But before Fuuka did anything in response, Jenna went down low. Sweeping Fuuka's leg and putting the bluenette down on her back. "AH!" she yelped in surprise as she fell. Fuuka honestly didn't know what this was meant to do for Jenna when she could've just pushed her down on tackled her, but either way, now Fuuka was on the ground.

Once Fuuka was down, Jenna was quick to pounce. Pinning up her hands and laying down flat on top of the smaller girl as she locked in a grapevine. Though Jenna was a bit taller, the two girls' bodies lined up evenly enough. Hips to hips, belly to belly, chest to chest, and face to face. Though oddly, the surfer girl started to go red as she stretched Fuuka's arms up and stretched her legs out.

Fuuka tilted her head, asking, "Why do you look more uncomfortable than me? Are you alright?" with a touch of confusion in her voice. The lighter haired bluenette was still doing rather well. She had no shot of escaping this unlike last time, but Fuuka did handle stretch based submission better than submissions that were more bend and twist in the wrong direction style. Fuuka wanted to say those were joint lock submissions, but she really didn't know enough about the terminology to be certain.

Another thing that Fuuka started to note was the contrast of the temperatures across her body. The cool air running through the gym flowed over the sweat on her exposed crotch and inner thighs, as well as her armpits, making her stretching limbs somewhat cold. Yet the heat from Jenna's body coming down into her chest, and the surfer girl's warm breath on her face made for a much hotter situation for the core part of her body.

As Jenna continued to bear down pressure on Fuuka's legs with her grapevine, the techie felt them spread apart further little by little. Until eventually, she let out a moan, "Oooh, uhhn." But it was a moan of pleasure, not pain. It wasn't from a secret masochistic side that Fuuka had though, it just felt good. Like a nice, deep stretch that your body can't quite accomplish with its own flexibility and needs a partner to reach. Not that Jenna would go for it, but Fuuka honestly wouldn't mind staying in this for awhile.

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C'mon, this had to be it -this had to be the move to finally make her opponent squeal! Jenna ignored Fuuka's comment at first. While it was true that she had been caught off guard by just how good the girl's body felt against her own, she certainly didn't want Fuuka to have the added benefit of knowing just how distracted she was by their shared warmth.

Instead she listened attentively for the signs of a much more rewarding sound. A groan, a cry, a whimper, anything to signal that she was finally putting the hurt on this girl. "Huh?" Jenna's ears picked up a sound too crazy to be true. A moan! Jenna eyebrows piqued up in a state of surprise. Her mind quickly began to reassess her own position. She wasn't rubbing, grinding, or doing anything else that would warrant such a sound. She was simply stretching with all her might, and by every metric, Fuuka's limbs should be on fire by now! But instead, the blue-haired girl was simply moaning as if she was in the middle of a relaxing massage, not a powerful, limb-straining, full body stretch!

Jenna growled as she continued to splay out Fuuka's arms and legs with all her might, but it was useless. Despite all her efforts, Fuuka was simply enjoying this too much. With a disappointed sigh, Jenna finally released the pressure of the hold, lying limp overtop Fuuka's body as she tried to catch her breath. "Fine, I'll admit it... you're resilient. But trust me, I still got a whole ton of tricks up my sleeve" Jenna said as she set about punishing the girl with a whole new layer of resolve.

So far Jenna had tried bending and stretching her opponent. The next natural step would be twisting, but getting into the position she wanted would be a bit tricky. Jenna would start off by using her overtop pin to rock her opponent slightly onto her side. From there, Jenna would quickly clamor to dismount and place herself opposite Fuuka's back, while still holding onto her waists to ensure she simply didn't roll back onto her rear. Jenna threw one leg overtop Fuuka's body, while the other would attempt to slide between her opponent's thighs. If successful, her feet would meet on the other side of Fuuka in order to lock into place and straddle the girl's leg.

The maneuver would require a surge of strength and speed from Jenna to pull off, but if she was successful, she would then lock the hold in place by reaching over Fuuka's neck with both hands and cradling her head tight against her collar. Her body would yank in the opposite direction of the neck crank, thus pitting Fuuka's torso against it's spine in a beautiful grounded abdominal stretch!

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Fuuka imagined that Jenna would take rather poorly to her thinking that the surfer girl's grapevine submission actually felt good. So it wasn't much of a surprise when Jenna declared for the second time so far that it was time to up her game. Fuuka was hoping that Jenna would get stubborn and try to force the smaller girl to feel pain from the grapevine, alas, Jenna was a bit too level headed for that.

Jenna rolled Fuuka over onto her stomach before getting right back down on top of her, this time on Fuuka's back instead of her chest. The surfer girl once more began tying up Fuuka's legs, with her own. Once that was locked, Jenna got her arms around Fuuka's neck and began pulling. And in very short order, as Jenna performed her technique with the efficiency of someone with immense amounts of practice, Fuuka was transitioned from a grapevine into an abdominal stretch.

"Ah," winced Fuuka. "This one stings." Where Jenna had made her misstep with the grapevine by going for something that was both submission and pin, now the dark bluenette had Fuuka in something that pure submission. yanking on the smaller girl's neck and twisting her lower back. But Fuuka was ever resilient, declaring, "But that doesn't mean I'm even close to giving up yet!

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Finally! It was a... a wince. It was a small victory, but progress nonetheless. A sign that Fuuka was finally starting to feel at least some, small resemblance of pain. If anything, the sound only encouraged Jenna to try harder, since Fuuka was still able to talk despite the powerful maneuver. Transitioning into another move was definitely a possibility, but Jenna sensed the abdominal stretch still carried alot of potential. If this was a normal match, Jenna wouldn't have hesitated to add a belly claw into the mix, but the surfing submissionist knew that would bend the rules the two girls had already set in place.

Instead, Jenna took in a large gulp of air and started amplifying the strength of her hold. She brushed aside Fuuka's dismissive words, concentrating now only on cranking out the stretch for all it was worth. Her fingers cupped together into a tight clasp around Fuuka's head, giving her the leverage needed to bend her opponent's neck as far as her strength would allow her. She was aiming for a near ninety degree rotation, one that would have Fuuka's chin tucked abnormally tight against her shoulder if she could even get it that far.

But Fuuka's neck wasn't the only thing Jenna was aiming to bend out of place. The skin on Fuuka's tummy wrinkled from the shearing force of the hold, but Jenna sensed she could push it even further still. She clamped her legs even tighter around Fuuka's thighs, anchoring her lower body into place so that it couldn't adjust to the twists of the upper half. Jenna then leaned her body into her opponent's, pushing her abdomen against her back and gradually contorting Fuuka's torso in the opposite direction of her neck.

Jenna grit her teeth and let out loud grunts of exertion as she put everything she got into the hold. The intent was to bend Fuuka's back in three place at one: At the tailbone, center, and tip of the spine. Jenna would never apply such force in a regular matchup for fear of injuring the other girl, but given the resilience Fuuka had show thus far in their rumble, Jenna was confident enough to give the move her all!

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It seemed that when Fuuka made her first show of discomfort and pain, Jenna saw it as the first drop of blood in the water and chose to push forward at full throttle. "Aah, aaaaah," Fuuka continued to groan as the surfer girl pulled Fuuka's chin into her collarbone, and twisted the upper and lower halves of her body in opposite directions. It wasn't screaming, but still a step up from before.

Fuuka knew she really had to settle in and hunker down for the long haul. This was probably most of what this was going to be; Jenna turning her body three different wrong ways while the smaller girl couldn't do anything but grin and bear it. Aside from just taking the holds, the most she'd really get to do was find an escape opportunity and take advantage, and there was no such opening here.

If Fuuka had to just sit here in this for the next... well she didn't know since she wasn't facing the clock/ Though she'd guess the timer was somewhere between 7 and 8 minutes left, the bluenette felt that she could. But Fuuka also really didn't want to have to deal with the more long term consequences of having her spine twisted like this for 7 minutes. So she was hoping for some kind of transition.

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Beads of sweat continued to trickle down Jenna's forehead as she amplified her submission hold to the strongest extent yet. While she was able to get a few more groans out of her opponent, it was becoming increasingly clear that Fuuka still had the wherewithal to resist. "Ohhh forget it" Jenna said with a frustrated sigh, releasing the hold all at once as she flopped down onto her back.

Brushing strands of hair from her face, Jenna thought on what to do next. The abdominal stretch had already put a tremendous amount of pressure on Fuuka's spine, and while she didn't want to outright injure the girl, it would also be foolish to just let the region recover. With a quick roll over, Jenna placed herself directly behind Fuuka's back, ready to set up her next move.

She pushed Fuuka over until the girl was fully on her belly and in a prone position. Next, Jenna grabbed a hold of her opponent's ankle and one of her wrists before placing her foot directly on the center of Fuuka's back. With a harsh yank, Jenna would then be able to roll her opponent over onto her side into a modified surfboard stretch!

Jenna ramped up the hold by digging her heel deeper into Fuuka's back, pulling the girl's arms further and further until her whole back arched against the mat, spine bent to a painful degree. She wouldn't stop until Fuuka's entire body had been nearly bent into a full crescent, where the tips of her fingers would be just inches away from her own toes!

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Fuuka was in a bit of a precarious position. Jenna had her in a twist that while not particularly threatening from an immediate enough standpoint to effect the outcome of the challenge, the smaller wrestler did feel like she may come to regret being in this hold much longer in the coming days or weeks with the torque it was putting on her spine. It didn't feel like something she should submit to, but Fuuka wondered if it may be the necessary choice for her health.

Luckily, Fuuka was not forced to make that decision, as Jenna released her souped-up abdominal stretch as she was once more unsatisfied with the progress she seemed to be making. Fuuka stayed down and took the time Jenna was backing off of her to gather herself a bit. But it didn't last long as the surfer girl soon grabbed a wrist and an ankle, drove her foot into the middle of Fuuka's back, and started bending her in half.

"Ah!" Fuuka winced as her body was stretched into a "C" around Jenna's foot. The bluenette's breathing began to grow labored as her chest, pushed out by the hold, visibly rose up and down. Or more accurately, back and forth with Fuuka down on her side. "It's seems you plan to beat me through my back," said Fuuka, tilting her head back to look at the surfer girl.