A Starstruck Debut!: Shiori Takeda (D) vs Chiaki Nanami

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Chiaki was able to grab Shiori and throw the rookie off of her face. Whether it was her own confusion, debut nerves, or something else, Chiaki didn't know. But she could breathe and move again. And right now that was what mattered. Both girls stood up around the same time, with Chiaki naturally breathing a bit heavier.

"Well to be honest, that actually felt really nice, suffocation aside. Between Rise's oily smothers and your facesit, I swear LAW is going to smother me into being bisexual," Chiaki said. "That actually reminds me, I found your LAW fanfiction about us. And let me just say; you definitely undersold what it's like being underneath that woman's body."

Chiaki was getting really into this match, and starting to feel a little aggressive as a result. So once she had her breath back she went charging at Shiori. She would go straight at her stomach before cutting left, then juking right to mix up Shiori so she could tackle her to the ground. If successful, Chiaki would then go for the smother variation of the dragon sleeper. "I feel I owe you for the smother," Chiaki would say as she wrapped her armpit over Shiori's nose and mouth and added in a bodyscissor for good measure.

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Her question hadn't even been fully serious, but Shiori nonetheless flushed at Chiaki's answer. Each and every word turned the heat up yet another notch. First, it was Chiaki complimenting her smothering skills, which was already way too embarrassing. Then there was her confession that LAW had caused her to question her sexuality, complete with the underlying implication that at the very least, the Gamer Girl was a pretty big fan of Rise and Shiori's chests.

"Uh, I... I-I-I... You f-found m-my, um..."

But most humiliating of all? The terrifying, despair-inducing revelation that Chiaki Nanami -- a bona-fide LAW wrestler and a girl that she was literally looking at right now -- had read Shiori's fanfiction. Of her. She had half a mind to just run home, delete all her accounts, nuke her hard drive, and move to Canada.

Unfortunately, Shiori still had business to take care of. Business that Chiaki was all too eager to get down to. The Gamer Girl's quick movements tripped Shiori up instantly, and the greenette found herself grabbing at air... at least until she was tackled to the mat! Before she could fully get her bearings, Chiaki had already slid in behind her, locking in a dragon sleeper smother and bodyscissors combo! "Hrrrrm..." she whined, unable to do much more from underneath Chiaki's arm. A spot that was, she annoyedly mused, much less fun than most other smothers looked on TV.

Once she got past her whining phase, though, something kicked in for Shiori's fangirlish brain. The longer this match went on, the more in-rhythm her moves felt. She was still always a step or two too slow, but she could practically feel her vast knowledge being translated into reflex in real-time. Her hands went up, hoping to lock themselves underneath Chiaki's chin and push up. A common counter to an opponent that was wrapping themselves around you. At the same time, her leg scooted towards the ropes, ready to stretch out if her initial escape attempt failed!

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Chiaki knew that revealing to Shiori that she had read her fanfiction was probably going to get a solid reaction out of her. And boy was it. The look on Shiori's face was absolutely priceless. Maybe a framed picture of that is what I'll sign for her. No, that would be too mean, she thought to herself. And Chiaki would also have to admit that it probably help her in securing her smother bodyscissor combo.

"Hey hey, Shiori. If it helps, I thought the fanfic was pretty good. You know how to actually write existing characters accurately instead of just boiling them down to basic traits and stereotypes," Chiaki said before realizing that critiquing a fanfiction about herself while smothering its author in a wrestling match was not something she ever thought she'd do.

Chiaki also realized Shiori's escape attempt, made evident by rookie's use of the same chin push technique Chiaki herself had used earlier. But fortunately for Chiaki, the fact that the hold was already applied made it much easier to hold onto it. The real problem was Shiori's foot reaching for a rope break. With Shiori's arm pushing Chiaki away, she didn't have enough leverage over Shiori's body to both keep her from the ropes and keep her in the hold.

Chiaki decided she'd rather give up the hold but maintain her advantageous position by denying her a rope break. So she rolled over, away from the ropes. Pulling Shiori with her as she did so, leaving both girls face down with Chiaki somewhat on top. Chiaki would then try to push and hold Shiori's head down into the mat to keep her down so fully climb on top of her and kneel down on her back to go for a reverse armbar. If Chiaki pulled it off, Shiori's arm would be pulled up between the gamer's legs as her elbow was bent backwards.

Chiaki also decided to have a bit of fun with this hold to. She would lean her chest forward, making sure Shiori's wrist and hand found itself in Chiaki's cleavage. And she would also stick her butt out a little bit, ensuring some butt to face contact against Shiori, though obviously not to the extent of a smother. Just a little something to get Shiori thinking.

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The difference between a fan and a wrestler was now on full display. A highly astute fan like Shiori could tell a story about their favorite wrestling moment with impeccable detail. Argue over history or hypotheticals with mountains of evidence. But these were slow, reasoned analyses. All the knowledge in the world -- which Shiori was nonetheless proud to have -- couldn't give her the same speed that pure instinct could. It couldn't teach her the reflexivity that an actual match demanded. And while Shiori's encyclopedic knowledge had been able to keep up with Chiaki's moves so far, she was bound to be left in the dust at some point.

Chiaki's roll did just that. Her quick, nearly effortless transition demonstrated the experience that her reputation as a jobber belied. And poor Shiori just couldn't come up with a new escape fast enough! Her arm was quickly bent backwards, stretching into a reverse armbar, and her leg was quickly whisked away from the ropes that might have earned her a break in the action.

"Grrgh!" She craned her neck and growled at her shoulder, as if fixing it with a stern look would make it stronger. Though she found no such luck, Shiori wasn't in too bad of a spot. Owing to their relative positions, Chiaki's armbar didn't hurt the Fangirl too much. There were options in a spot like this, too. All she had to do was pick one, and she'd be golden. She turned back towards Chiaki --

"UHHHHH..."

And was met by a big, round gamer girl butt right in her face! Shiori froze, her face reddening even further. When she was smothering Chiaki, the Fangirl was comforted by the fact that, owing to both her skirt and her opponent's eventual fate, the Gamer Girl wouldn't have look at her butt for very long. Now, with the tables almost turned, Chiaki wasn't giving her the same courtesy. No, Shiori wouldn't be granted the sweet relief of her rival's soft backside blinding her. Instead, she was faced with what, at this angle, looked like two big elephants in the room. And she froze, staring at them and babbling incoherently.

She almost wished they could go back to talking about her fanfic.

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Chiaki had been successful in her attempt to transition her dragon sleeper into a reverse armbar to lock Shiori down and prevent her escape. Chiaki now had the fangirl away from the ropes and stuck underneath her body. But to Chiaki's surprise, Shiori seemed to be reacting more to having Chiaki's butt in her face than her elbow being bent backwards.

"Are- are you okay down there?" Chiaki asked in response to the weird mumbling and babbling sounds she heard from Shiori. She turned her head back over her shoulder to look and saw that Shiori's tomato red face freaking out as it stared at the butt pressing up against her. "If you like what you see Shiori, you can have a closer look."

Chiaki released her reverse armbar so she could flip Shiori onto her back. Then the gamer girl dropped back down onto her for a reverse schoolgirl pin. Also known as the facesit pin. The butt that was simply teasing Shiori earlier would now be completely on top of her, smothering her as Chiaki's legs held Shiori's arms down to pin her.

Chiaki leaned back a bit to put a little extra weight down on Shiori's head as the ref came in to start the count. Chiaki was expecting for this to be the end of the match. She figured Shiori had the physical ability to break out, but that the fangirl would be too mentally out of wack to gather herself in time to actually do it.

1...

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"Uhhhh, bu-bu-bu-bu-butt...!"

Now Shiori knew how Chiaki had felt earlier. If she didn't already know she liked girls, Shiori would have been positively mortified. Not that her comfort with her sexuality made it all that much less embarrassing. After all, the Gamer Girl's butt, barely covered by her Galaga-themed bottoms, was just inches away from her face. Her reddening face and dilated eyes just couldn't turn away from that gamer tush, in all its round, retro glory.

That made it relatively easy for Chiaki to just ragdoll Shiori onto her back. When her opponent offered her a "closer look," the Fangirl's eyes went as wide as... well, really, she only had one comparison ready for large, round objects, so they went as wide as Chiaki's incoming cheeks! "No, no," she assured her rival, "it's fine, really, I- MMPH!"

"One..."

Soon enough, she found herself smothered beneath the soft warmth of Chiaki's rump. And she'd already lost one-third off her three-count! Instinctively, her hands shot to the top of Chiaki's thighs, as if to fight for whatever leverage she could. While she couldn't take deep breaths, though, that first slap of the canvas had shaken Shiori out of her stupor.

"Two..."

By the second, Shiori had found enough time to fully think through her options -- a luxury that she hadn't been afforded throughout some parts of her match but now had full access to. Interestingly enough, her reflexes weren't too far from the correct reaction. After all, a mounted wrestler relied on her legs for stability. But the thighs weren't the right place to pull. No, she needed Chiaki's ankles.

And that's exactly what she did: yank Chiaki's feet back, towards Shiori's own head! If she managed to destabilize Chiaki, the pinkette would likely fall right towards her legs -- which were ready to clamp around Chiaki's body, head, or whatever they managed to blindly wrap themselves around for a makeshift keg scissor!

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Though it wasn't her plan to do so, when Chiaki took a seat on Shiori's face, she also put a stop to her mouth. Literally cutting Shiori off mid sentence with her butt. Chiaki considered not pinning down Shiori and instead go for a smother for the sake of spectacle, but if she was planning on the fangirl not reacting in time, then a quick pin was the smarter option.

The problem was, Shiori did react in time. The first two seconds went by without issue, but before the three count could be secured and the match could be won, Shiori's hands found Chiaki's feet and pulled. "Huh? Woah!" Chiaki cried out as she was thrown off balance. She then fell forward, straight into Shiori's waiting thighs.

"Augh," Chiaki moaned out as Shiori's legs wrapped themselves around her waist. Chiaki had thought the match was over, but Shiori managed to reverse the position on Chiaki and pull off a bodyscissor on her. "Nice one Shiori. Honestly, I thought you were done for," In spite of her situation, Chiaki still wanted to give the rookie some praise.

That aside, Chiaki still had to try and do something about her current spot, and she had an idea. Her thighs were still right beside Shiori's head, so Chiaki would go for a scissor of her own. A reverse headscissor to be precise.

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Shiori pulled at her opponent's ankles, cheering internally when Chiaki was dislodged from atop her. Her first unobstructed breaths were tinged with giddy excitement. Chiaki was between her legs now, and while Shiori doubted that she had the power to squeeze her out any time soon, it was still a positive. She wasn't a sadist (or, at least, she didn't think she was), but something about pulling off such a successful counter in her first match felt super fun.

"Oh, thanks! I thought it was over for me, too. Your, uh..." Her face blanched once more as she thought back to the position she was just in. "Your move was really effective, and I- whoa!" Thankfully, she didn't have to chew on that thought for very long, but her freedom came in the form of a scissor attempt by her opponent!

By reflex alone, Shiori ducked, pulling her head away from the oncoming thighs. Chiaki's legs were like snakes in a jar, and Shiori would need to charm them to have any hope of keeping her newfound freedom. "Nope! Nope, nope, nope, uh, what do I... here!" She quickly reached out, hoping to grab onto Chiaki's ankles and wrap them together to prevent any further attacks. At the same time, she shifted her weight, trying to flip the pair of them over -- not only helping her corral Chiaki's legs but also earning a more dominant position if successful!

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Chiaki didn't think that she was in too much trouble at the moment. Sure she wasn't in a good position, but Shiori's bodyscissor didn't have a ton of squeeze behind, and the position was pretty awkward for the rookie, so that ended up weakening the hold further. And so Chiaki reached back with her legs, aiming for a counter scissor.

Chiaki clamped air. Her line of sight to Shiori's head wasn't the greatest, so Chiaki wasn't sure if she just clean missed or if Shiori managed to dodge. Chiaki was planning to simply try again until she struck pay dirt, but Shiori had other plan, grabbing her legs and holding them together before she could try again.

Then bad went to worse when Shiori started trying to roll over. Chiaki tried to pull back the other way, but Shiori had too much control over Chiaki's body for her to be able to resist. So now Shiori was on top of Chiaki's lower half. As a result of her newfound position, Shiori was able to squeeze Chiaki a lot harder. Now she thought she was in trouble.

Though it wasn't very close to her face this time, Chiaki once again had Shiori's butt staring her in the face. Targeting her there might be a good way out, but, Chiaki decided that going after Shiori's nethers was a bit dirtier than she wanted to go for this match. So instead, Chiaki would pay Shiori back again and target her ankles. The ankles were well known as the weakest part of a scissor, so Chiaki would grab Shiori's and try to pull them apart and escape.

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Shiori squeezed and squeezed, hoping to quickly earn a submission from her debut opponent. As much fun as she was having, Shiori was starting to feel a little tired -- not to mention the fact that the back of her skirt was folded, allowing Chiaki and the world to see her striped panties! Her fatigue and embarrassment distracted her from squeezing as hard as she could, and Chiaki's insistent pulling at her ankles didn't help things either. So Shiori decided to stand up, keeping Chiaki's torso right between her ankles as if keeping a soccer ball in place.

She couldn't really apply enough pressure to call this a scissor hold, but that was fine. This was just meant to be a transition to her next move, anyway. At least her bodyweight would ensure that Chiaki couldn't pry her legs apart. "Hey, Chiaki?" she called down to her opponent below her. "Do you mind if I try something else? It might hurt a bit, though, so fair warning..."

With that, she lifted her foot and brought it down for a quick stomp to Chiaki's core! It wasn't really a stomp, though; it was to an actual stomp what a peck was to a kiss. Small, shallow, slight, quick, non-committal, however you wanted to say it. Shiori didn't really want to hurt Chiaki -- they'd gotten along pretty well to this point, and Chiaki was seemingly doing her best to make this debut a fun one -- but she did want to wind her, in preparation for what she had planned next.

If her blow landed, Shiori would wince empathetically. "Oooof... sorry!"