Submissions and Sparring

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Fuuka

Fuuka Yamagishi dipped her butt down until it was maybe a foot or so over the floor, and her knees bent at a 90 degree angle. Fuuka held her squat, calves, thighs, and glutes tensing as she held her squat for a few seconds before rising back up. The bluenette was warming up her body by doing weightless squats in preparation for a proper set, as she stood in front of a weightlifting station set up for squats.

"Alright Fuuka, you can do this," she said to herself. She walked up to the bar, staring at the weight. Staring back at her was a 45 pound bar, with a 15 pound weight on each side, along with something new for Fuuka. 2.5 pound weights on each side along with the 15s. "10 reps, 80 pounds each," muttered Fuuka. It still wasn't enough. She weighed a little over 100 pounds, and repping less than 80% of her body weight meant that she still wasn't enough for someone who wanted to call herself a serious wrestler. But it was still improvement over what she was doing before, provided Fuuka succeeded in her set.

Fuuka settled herself underneath the bar, shifting her hands and shoulders until she was comfortable with her grip and the feel of the bar on her shoulders. So Fuuka stood up, lifting the bar off of the station and taking a couple steps forward to get clear of it. Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down. The first four reps were rather uneventful, as Fuuka worked at a good, steady pace. Her form was on, making sure to go dip her butt down as deeply as she had in her warmup. But on the fifth slide, Fuuka's rep was a tick slower, as she started to feel the extra weight on her bar. The sixth was slower still, and her legs began to shake on the seventh rep.

By the eighth squat rep, Fuuka's sweat was starting to run off her face and drip onto the floor while her breathing grew heavier and louder. On the ninth, Fuuka's entire lower body was trembling. She let out a groan as her foot went back a half step before Fuuka re-steadied herself. "One more..." Fuuka went back down for her final squat, but it looked like trouble. The moment she started to come back up she stalled out, getting stuck in a full squat. Her shaking glutes fully filling out her gym shorts in her bend. For five seconds Fuuka stood there, whole body shaking and this point. But she put her head down, tightened her grip, tensed all her muscles and drove upwards, pushing with everything that she had in her. And Fuuka got it. Standing upright before half walking half stumbling backwards into the lifting station, the bar slamming into it before dropping down into the bar holders. Fulfilling its purpose of helping lifters who may be a bit too worn to put the bar back with gentleness and precision. "Jeez," said Fuuka as she stepped out from underneath the bar. "Why is it always by skin of my teeth that get through these sets?"

Post Set (I made a bunch of AI Fuuka art and want to show it off lol)

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Jenna was already about half way through one of the most pumped up work-out sessions she's ever had. It wasn't the the head-banging music that was amplifying her gains, although she was listening to a pretty awesome banger. And it wasn't the assortment of beautiful and cute girls that also occupied the LAW gym that got her heart racing, although that was pretty sweet too.

No, it was the fact that only a few days ago, she had signed her name on the dotted line indicating that she was now officially part of the LAW roster! If that wasn't amazing enough, she'd also managed to get her debut scheduled only a few weeks from now. Now that was a cause for celebration... and some renewed vigored at the weights.

She'd just gotten off the treadmill and needed to cool of with a more intermediate exercise. Dumbbell curls should do the trick. She started light, 10 pound dumbbells in each hand as she slowly started extending out her biceps and curling them back in. Her gazed slowly shifted across the room with each rep; not exactly the best gym etiquette, but Jenna couldn't help herself given the assortment of cute, sweaty, and fit girls that dotted the large gym.

Loud huffs and wheezes eventually caught her attention, prompting her eyes to follow suit. A girl not too much smaller than herself currently occupied the squat rack and seemed to be the source of the noise. She looked to be about halfway through her set, as evident through the shaky knees and loud ghasping. Jenna observed with a cautious gaze while her arms still curled the dumbbells, watching with slight amusement as the cutie pushed herself with every rep.

Jenna

Jenna estimated that the girl was lifting a little less than her bodyweight, not bad at all since the fellow bluenette didn't look a hair over 100 pounds. For a brief second, a worried expression flashed across Jenna's face, as the girl's set started too look increasingly strained and strenuous. All of sudden she straightened herself with one last exaughsting push, racking the bar and competing her set! A satisfied smile graced the young surfer's face. That girl deserved a congratulations! Besides, it was about time Jenna get acquainted with others in the LAW complex. After putting away her dumbbells, Jenna made her way to the squat rack.

"Actually, you're supposed to be pushing your muscles to failure when working out." Jenna commented, arriving by the girl's side just as she stepped out from underneath the bar. "That's how you maximize your gains" Jenna advised with a wink. "I'm Jenna by the way. I hope you don't mind me intruding, I couldn't help but notice your awesome set from the corner over there" she nodded in the direction from where she came.

"Hey...do you mind spotting me? I was just about to hit squats next actually" Jenna asked as she set about adding twenty pounds to each side of the barbell. That wasn't necessarily true, since today wasn't leg day, but any excuse to get just a little bit closer with the blue-haired cutie was a good one in Jenna's eyes

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Fuuka was deep in thought as she took a moment to rest. Thinking about the intensity of the end of her set, and the fact that she'd be doing it all over again when she went back for her second set. And frankly, debating whether or not she'd have to drop the weight back down to 75. Fuuka didn't know if she had another big push like that in her right now.

But before Fuuka could come to a decision, a voice snapped her out of her train of thought. "Oh? I-it's not like I don't know that," said Fuuka once she had come back to and processed what the newcomer had said. "It's just that I wish it took more than just 80 pounds to make me push myself to that level of intensity when I train."

"Fuuka, I'm Fuuka Yamagishi," she said upon Jenna's introduction. "Well I can't say I know how it looked from the outside, but it didn't feel awesome. I'm 105 pounds, and I can barely squat 80. I'm weak. Athletes, especially ones in such a strength centric sport like wrestling, have to be able to do more than that if they ever want to be taken seriously. They-I need to need to be able to do," Fuuka watched as Jenna, who was only slightly larger than herself, turned her 80 pounds into 120 for her own set. "Well, that," finished Fuuka with a tone of frustration.

"I have a gift when it comes to fighting," said Fuuka. "Resilience. I can take the worst from Heavyweights and keep going. Strikes, slams, submissions; my body can take all this punishment and keep going. And my spirit is willing to take it and push through. But I'm still just a jobber because I waste that gift by being so weak that I couldn't hurt a fly. Much less another wrestler." Fuuka grabbed her arm and looked down. "I don't want to be just a hyper-durable jobber anymore. I want to be wrestler who gets taken seriously. Who's good enough to not let down my partner Chiaki in tag matches."

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The surfer girl listened attentively as Fuuka introduced herself and her plight. Truth be told, Jenna was a little shocked that the girl was already opening up so much after having just met her, but she sympathized with how hard she must have been trying. It took Jenna years to master the art of submission wrestling, so she knew how it felt to have to struggle when everyone you faced seemed so much better than you.

"Hey, chin up! You gotta start somewhere!" Jenna reassured as she aligned the bar over her shoulders, preparing herself for her first set. "Take me for instance... I'm sort of a master of the mat if you will, since I'm so good with submissions and all... not to brag or anything." Jenna spoke as she squatted, maintaining a rhythm that would allow her to talk and workout at the same time. "But I can't tell you... how many times... I'd been twisted like a pretzel... before I got to be this good" She was halfway through her set now, her breaths noticeably more labored as she spoke.

Jenna paused, saving her last breath for her last few reps. A few squats later, and she had successfully completed her set. She racked the bar, wiping her forward as she devoted her attention back to Fuuka. "You have to have a resilient mind too you know. Otherwise all this would be for nothing" She motioned to the girl's abs, indicative of her budding strength. "But...if you think you got what it takes already..." Jenna nodded her head towards the empty gym mats.

"You said you can take the worst and keep going... well prove it. how about a little sparring match? If you can last, oh I don't know... ten minutes worth of my submissions, I'll teach you one of my best submission moves! But if I get you to submit..." Jenna leaned in a little closer, placing her mouth right beside Fuuka's ear. "I get a big ol' kiss, and not on the cheek either. I want one on the lips! Maybe that'll help with your confidence" Jenna teased, taking on a purposely more condensing tone in hopes of baiting the fellow wrestling into an impromptu spar.

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Fuuka watched as Jenna very decidedly outperformed her on the squats. She was going slower because she was talking while lifting, but Jenna was squatting 40 pounds more than Fuuka with a level of not necessarily ease, but a level of comfort that suggested that she could be lifting more weight if she wanted to. The display did seem intended to drive home Jenna's point of patience, showing off strength and ability that Fuuka wouldn't obtain for a long time most likely.

"Time wouldn't be an issue if it was just me," said Fuuka. "But like I said, I wrestle somewhat often with a partner. Chiaki. She's no world beater by any means, but she'd probably beat me 9 times out of 10. The weaker I am, the stronger she has to be." Fuuka started to feel somewhat embarrassed. She was a pretty open person, but dumping all this on a stranger was a bit much even for Fuuka. Was it a call for help to someone who seeming happy to give it? The release of bottled up doubts? The bluenette wasn't sure, but it was too late to stop now.

"I know Chiaki doesn't care how strong I am," Fuuka admitted. "She'd rather I don't worry and just have fun, getting stronger at our own pace." Fuuka looked down, her voice getting quieter, "But then I see her get blasted in the stomach in a match. Or bent and twisted screaming into a submission hold, and I just feel pain in my heart. It hurts seeing my friend hurt, and I want to be able to make her not have to hurt." Chiaki's the reason I even started taking wrestling seriously in the first place. When I was still totally solo, it was halfhearted at best. I could've never stepped into the ring or a gym after a match again and I wouldn't have cared. Wrestling was a means to an end that I had pretty much accomplished by the time I met Chiaki. Honestly I was ready to retire if we hadn't teamed on a total whim. But now that we are teamed, I can't take it easy. I have someone depending on me. I have to give everything I can, but what I have to give right now just isn't enough."

At first, Fuuka had thought Jenna had missed the point completely. The whole problem was that the bluenette didn't have what is took. But then Jenna's point became clearer. She was offering Fuuka a way to get stronger if she could earn it. Stronger techniques was just as much of a way to deal more damage as stronger muscles were. Fuuka was ready to accept on the spot until she heard the condition Jenna wanted if Fuuka lost.

"A ki-, what?" Fuuka stammered, taken off guard. "Look, I get how that monologue about Chiaki probably sounded, but I'm not gay." Though after taking a second to collect herself, Fuuka realized that even if she was straight, it wasn't like that made getting kissed by a woman a bad thing. "Actually, I will take that wager, said Fuuka. "It's not like you'd be taking my first or anything. Certainly nothing bad enough worth passing up the chance to learn a submission from an expert."

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Fuuka was right, with the way she had been sounding off about her tag-team partner, Jenna had certainly caught the impression that she was in love with the girl, if not at the least very affectionate towards her. Jenna let out an awkward chuckle at first, debating whether or not she should change the terms of the wager. A kiss was supposed to make the timid bluenette a little fumbled, since it was a tad self-serving. But as cute as Fuuka was, she didn't want to make the girl uncomfortable either.

Luckily for them both, Fuuka was quick to eventually accept the wager. "Awesome! I'm sure Chiaki would be real proud of you for accepting" Jenna teased, giving Fukka playful push on the shoulder before motioning with her head towards the mats. As the two made their way to the practice mats, Jenna couldn't help but experience a flash of doubt. Her wrestling skills were a prized possession, and while her moves were obviously on full display in every match, the technique behind them was a coveted secreted. If Fuuka actually outlasted her, than she would have to give one of those secrets away!

While Jenna was far from a cruel person, the thought emboldened her not to go easy on Fuuka. The girl said she could take the worst of the worst, and Jenna was more than willing to put that to the test.

Jenna took off her workout jacket and kicked off her shoes before stepping on the mat. While it wasn't necessarily a requirement, her experience as a surfer and beach wrestler meant she fought best feeling the ground beneath her feet. She waited patiently for Fuuka to ready herself as well, stretching out her muscles and back in preparation for the upcoming submission bonanza.

Her eyes glanced upwards towards a nearby clock mounted on the wall, waiting excitedly for the the seconds to tick by to the twelve position and denote the start of their ten minute bout. "Alright Fuuka, I'm ready if you are!" Jenna gleamed, bouncing on her bare toes with anticipation.

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Oh brother, Fuuka thought as she rolled her eyes once Jenna decided to use the Chiaki angle to tease her with. Once the two had gotten to the mat, Fuuka did a second round of stretching. She had already limbered up before she had started her workout, but if she was going to get put into submission holds for ten minutes, then she may as well get stretched again.

"I have two conditions first," said Fuuka. "First off, you can't just choke me out and say you win. You can put me in a hold that has a choking component if you want, but you have to transition out of it before you put me to sleep. After all, nobody can stay awake in a chokehold for ten whole minutes. And I think it's unfair if you can force me to choose between tapping out or getting knocked out."

"The second condition is that I'm allowed to try to escape your holds instead of just laying there and taking them," Fuuka said. "This way, you actually have to use practical holds instead of just putting me in something excruciating but easy to escape. And since we don't
have ropes, getting past the edge of the mat will count as a break for me."

"If those terms are acceptable, then let's begin," Fuuka stepped forward and held her arms up out at her sides, inviting Jenna to perform her first hold.

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Jenna tried to contain her giggles and smiles as Fuuka laid down some ground rules for their session. She was perhaps a little too giddy with excitement, but it wasn't everyday that a cute girl agreed to let you twist and turn her to your heart's content. Fuuka's conditions seemed more than reasonable, so Jenna nodded in agreement with each one as they were listed off.

"That all sounds A-OK with me!" Jenna beamed. Fuuka signaled she was ready to start by lifting her arms up, thus giving Jenna free reigns to try out any move she wanted. Jenna quickly positioned herself behind the girl as she thought on what move to open with. "Lets start with the basics"

She swung both of her arms underneath her opponent's armpits, forcing both of Fuuka's arms upwards and thus allowing Jenna to place the palm of her hands on the back of Fuuka's neck. Jenna secured the full nelson hold by interlocking her fingers together, allowing the surfer girl to begin applying a steady amount of pressure on the back of her opponent's neck.

"How's this for starters?" Jenna asked. Her mouth hovered just a few inches behind Fuuka's ears, allowing her to whisper the words with a deceptively teasing tone. She pressed her hips forward into the small of her opponent's back, allowing her to continue accentuating the hold by adding an additional layer of pressure.

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Fuuka was prepared for the worst when Jenna closed in on her. Someone who at least claimed to be a submission expert given free reign. No need to work or set up her moves, Jenna could pretty much put Fuuka in whatever she wanted. The surfer started with a Full Nelson. Fuuka was waiting to get dragged to the ground and for some kind of leg spread or scissor to be applied. Or some type of twist that would crank her spine. But it didn't come. It was just a regular Full Nelson.

When Jenna asked Fuuka what she thought, the first thing that came to mind was, I expected more to be honest. Though the bluenette had no intention of saying that out loud. If Jenna wanted to waste her own time with basic holds that were more uncomfortable than painful, then Fuuka sure wasn't going to stop her. In fact, she'd see if she could bait Jenna into keeping this hold a bit longer. "You certainly have a strong grip," Fuuka said, trying to get Jenna thinking that her hold was doing a bit more than it was.

Jenna also pressed her hips into Fuuka's body, pushing down on the smaller girl's back and making Fuuka lean forward a bit. Fuuka wasn't very keen on have Jenna laying down on top of her as she stood, so Fuuka would try to maneuver her hips forward to get out from under Jenna's hips, and then try to straighten her back up a bit if she was able to.

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The full nelson was far from the most sophisticated move in the book, and ranked pretty low in Jenna's arsenal. Still, she would've felt at least somewhat bad if she pulled out the big guns right from the get go, and if by chance Fuuka's bark was bigger than her bite, end up concluding their little tussle before she even had her fun. "Thanks, I guess" Jenna's face scrunched up as Fuuka's tone revealed the fact that she wasn't fazed by the hold at all.

Still, Jenna was hesitant to bring things down to the mat, where she was confident she could start applying some serious damage. She still wanted to test the waters a bit. She still had plenty of time after all.

Jenna felt Fuuka try to readjust herself within the grip, straightening herself out in the process. Luckily that was exactly where Jenna wanted her to be for her next move. Without warning her opponent of what was coming next, Jenna released the full nelson hold together, but still retained control of one of Fuuka's arm. She grabbed onto the girl's wrist, and with a harsh shove, forced it up the length of Fuuka's back, thus trapping the girl into a hammerlock!

Her other hand would then shoot to Fuuka's shoulders, while her leg would quick coil around the girl's calf to keep her somewhat locked into place. "C'mon, I bet this stings, don't it?" Jenna asked, a little more eager to see her opponent in pain now. To emphasize her point, she gave the arm another sharp thrust up Fuuka's back while yanking her shoulder in the opposite direction, thus providing additional strain to the girl's shoulder joint.

While it was a bit of a crude move to transition to, Jenna was hoping to emphasize that she could make things hurt alot more if she wanted to!