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

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Chiaki's pulling and squirming seemed to be making progress against Shiori's scissor. And the rookie seemed to recognize it too as she started trying to transition to something else. Shiori stood up, with Chiaki's body still between her legs. It was some kind of weird standing bodyscissor, or something. Chiaki really wasn't sure.

Then Shiori did something strange. She asked for Chiaki's permission to go for her next attack. "You know what Shiori? I would mind, I think," Chiaki highly doubted that saying no would actually stop Shiori from keeping up her attack, but the rookie had done stranger things in this match. And even if she didn't, Chiaki still thought it was funny.

Of course, Shiori did continue with her attack. It was a quick little step down onto her tummy, "Uff!" Chiaki gasped as some air left her lungs. Chiaki tried to block or catch Shiori's leg with her hands, but the stomp was quick and managed to pull away before Chiaki could catch it.

The stomp wasn't strong, so Chiaki wouldn't take long to recover, but she was still a click behind Shiori nonetheless, which meant she had to prepare to defend. "Shiori, I appreciate the sentiment, but we're in a fight. A foot to the stomach doesn't need an apology."

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Shiori shrugged, as if her apology was the most natural thing in the world. In another context, it definitely would have been, so why not here? "I dunno, stomping you just seems so mean, even for a fight." She turned around, reaching down to grab both of Chiaki's wrists. Her mind already knew what kind of move she wanted to pull out for a potential finisher. It wasn't one of the ones she'd practiced... but this was her debut and Chiaki was so cool and she wanted to be cool back.

"Okay, up-up-up!" Shiori pulled at Chiaki's wrists, urging her opponent as if trying to get an unruly child out of bed. Putting Chiaki on the back of her head would be more effective, but again. Mean. On the other hand, putting her face on the mat was kinda funny in addition to being less painful. Either way, it would definitely be enough to put Shiori on top. Which meant... yeah, belly-to-belly was fine.

The Fangirl met her opponent's lighter eyes with a nervous grin on her face. "Hi. Okay. Deep breaths." Shiori didn't know whether she was trying to reassure Chiaki or herself. After all, this was a pretty cool move to pull out in a high-publicity match... without much practice. "Alright, ya ready?" Without waiting for an answer, Shiori squatted down and attempted to lift Chiaki off the ground. "Ooof!" she grunted, struggling to deal with Chiaki's weight before adding, "Er, no offense!" Finally, Shiori bent backwards and flung Chiaki over herself for a sick belly-to-belly suplex!

...Or, at least, she tried to. Shiori barely leaned back before Chiaki's weight shifted in a way that the Fangirl just wasn't used to. She waddled backwards, desperately trying to keep her footing. "Whoa... wowowawawa... YAAAAH!" A few more quick steps back, and Shiori had completely lost her balance. She fell back before clattering to the canvas with a THUD! Chiaki landed on top of Shiori, knocking even more wind out of the poor debutante.

"Owww..."

It was a total botch job.

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"You're the superfan Shiori," Chiaki said. "You of all people should know some of the awful things that people do to each other in a ring." The debate over whether or not a stomp was an attack worthy of an apology would be cut short once Shiori began the next part of her attack.

"No mom, five more minutes," Chiaki joked when Shiori ordered her up. Though despite her protests, Shiori's pulling was quite effective in forcing Chiaki up to her feet. Shiori pulled Chiaki in close. Their bellies and their breasts pressing against each other as the fangirl had her arms wrapped around the gamers back.

Despite being in control, when Chiaki looked into Shiori's eyes, she saw the girl was nervous. Pausing to calm herself before going for what would presumably be some kind of slam since Shiori wasn't squeezing for a bearhug. Shiori struggled to lift Chiaki, and when she squatted down to charge up the slam, Chiaki finally made her move. She threw her weight back to throw Shiori off balance, and it worked. Shiori tried to adjust, but she overcorrected and ended up falling backwards, dropping Chiaki directly on top of herself.

Chiaki wouldn't get a better opportunity to strike if Shiori put a kick me sign on her back and turned around. "Hey hey, it's time for a trivia game!" Chiaki said as she moved back towards Shiori's legs. "What hold did I submit to in my debut?" Chiaki said as she would attempt to lock Shiori into a figure four leglock.

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Chiaki was right, of course. The women in pro wrestling were literally combat athletes in a sport unlike any other. Shiori had watched hundreds of hours of women bending each other into all sorts of shapes, slamming each other into every surface imaginable, and squeezing the life out of one another. And LAW in particular had all but branded itself on the humiliating aspects of the sport as well, encouraging its wrestlers to show one another off and, in many cases, even force themselves on each other. Even matchups between happy-go-lucky, cutesy faces or longtime friends could include their fair share of what the "regular world" might consider meanness.

But the biggest, most awful, most tragic event in LAW history wasn't any of that. It was what fate, that fickle, cruel mistress, had in store for her tonight. Right when Shiori was on top of the world, she was forced right back down to Earth... or, more accurately, back down to the canvas, where all she could do was groan disappointedly from beneath Chiaki.

If there was anything, though, that could get Shiori's mind off of her epic failure, it was nerd trivia. "Huh? In your debut...?" As Chiaki moved off of her, Shiori put her chin in the crook of her index finger and thumb. After a second, she pointed at Chiaki. "I got it! Chihiro Fujisaki's figure-four leg lock, back in February, right?" She craned her head back towards her opponent. "Why do you aaaaAAAH!" Unfortunately for Shiori, her question was answered even before it was asked, as Chiaki bent her legs into a figure-four leglock! Shiori's shin was torqued against her knee, sending the first few shocks of pain through her system. Nonetheless, she tried to hold out, her mind once again seeking a solution.

"Aaaah! L-Let me guess..." she groaned in pain, "you won't be apologizing for this either?"

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Though it wasn't Chiaki's intent, Shiori taking the time and thought to answer Chiaki's question gave her all the time she could ever want to lock in her figure four leglock. And she did just that. To her credit, Shiori did answer the question correctly. But in doing so she ending up in a world of pain as her knee was bent in the lock by Chiaki.

"I'm afraid not, Shiori," Chiaki answered. She pushed her hips up towards the ceiling to increase the pressure on Shiori's knee. The hold was working well, Shiori was clearly in a lot of pain. But Chiaki knew she had to be careful. The method to not only escape, but outright reverse a figure four leglock was rather well known. That being to roll both yourself and your opponent onto your stomachs. Something that Shiori would undoubtedly know.

Chiaki was not going to let Shiori reverse. Instead she would set a trap for the rookie. Once Shiori looked like she was going to pull off the reverse, Chiaki would release the hold so Shiori would roll onto her stomach, and then the gamer girl would pounce onto her back and try to secure a rear naked chokehold.

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"Haaaah! Ha-YAAAAH!" Shiori writhed on the mat, rocking back and forth as her knee was bent in a way that it had never been bent before. Sure, Chiaki was a jobber whose lower body strength was hardly impressive for a wrestler. Nonetheless, she was a wrestler -- a combat sports athlete -- and that made all the difference. Shiori had never been in a fight at all, and no amount of studying could have prepared her for the pain of even this beginner-level hold!

But all those hours could give her what they had several times tonight: a way out. "Hnnngh! Okay, Takeda, you can do this...! Hup!" Suddenly, one of her painful rocks started to continue as Shiori attempted to roll herself and Chiaki onto their bellies! Sure enough, just as she'd seen dozens of times, the pressure on her knee and shin dissipated as Chiaki lost her leverage.

"Oh yeah, another counter for- GRRKH!" Once again, though, her celebration was cut off by a sudden attack from Chiaki, this time in the form of a rear naked choke! "Glllkhh..." As her air flow was cut off, the swelling of the crowd started to warp in Shiori's head. Distantly, the Fangirl understood why. A busty gamer had clambered on top of a busty schoolgirl to choke her. Chiaki's breasts were pressed up against her back, and her groin was right up against the debutante's skirted butt, as if they were doing the ol' prone bone. As she slowly drifted towards a dreamlike state, those were what she noticed the most -- other than that choke itself, that is.

Meanwhile, Shiori had no idea what to do with her hands. Mostly, they scratched and scrabbled at Chiaki's forearm, trying in vain to pull the offending arm away from her throat. They reached for the ropes, even though they were about a full body length away by this point. Her palm even hovered above the mat for a moment as she considered finally tapping out. Instead, though, Shiori balled that hand into a fist, gritting her teeth as she summoned the courage for a wild, desperate elbow right to Chiaki's head!

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Just as Chiaki had expected when she locked Shiori into a figure four leglock, the rookie soon began to rock her body back and forth in an attempt to roll the two of them over. Chiaki fought against her for a little while, but soon she put her plan into action. Once Shiori started to turn herself over, Chiaki released the leglock, leaving Shiori down on her stomach.

In a moment, Chiaki had taken Shiori's back, and in another, her throat. Chiaki's plan to trap Shiori into a rear naked choke had gone just how the gamer girl had drawn in up. Chiaki's body pressed down into Shiori's, dominating it. Controlling it. She could feel every little squirm Shiori made beneath her as she struggled.

Chiaki watched as Shiori desperately scrambled for something to escape. She pulled and scratched at the arm choking her, reached for the distant ropes in futility, and then prepared to tap out as her eyes grew more and more glazed. Looks like it's ov- huh? Chiaki thought Shiori would tap, but then she balled her fist in defiance.

Chiaki was too focused on Shiori's fist to notice her elbow until it bashed her in the side of the head. "AH!" Chiaki cried out in pain as she released her chokehold and rolled off Shiori onto her back, holding her head in pain. The tables had been turned, now it was Shiori's turn once again.

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Shiori winced sympathetically as she felt her elbow land. She still wasn't used to inflicting actual pain on someone, even an opponent. Nonetheless, she was happy to feel Chiaki's arm leave her neck, and she took deep, grateful breaths as she was finally allowed to do so. A moment passed as Shiori caught her breath, but it was only a moment, as surely this swing in momentum wouldn't last for very long.

But again, this was her debut, so why not have a little fun with it? The Fangirl rose to a knee, looking up at the crowd for the first time tonight. "T-Time to put... Takeda on Top!" She rose a brave but tired fist, giggling as she earned herself a small, endearing pop from the stands by introducing them to the finisher she intended to do. Just like a shounen heroine. "Heehee... Alright!"

She turned around, crawling over the fallen Gamer Girl with almost none of the bravado that she'd just displayed. "Hmm..." How could she not be embarrassed, given what Takeda on Top was? Granted, she'd come up with the move in the first place. And even practiced it on some of her teammates. But doing it now against a stranger? That was more than a little humiliating, even if she was (ideally) gonna be the one on top.

Shiori looked down at Chiaki's still-wincing face, noticing her start to stir. It was now or never. Reaching down, the brunette pulled her opponent's hands away from her head and attempted to pin them just above. Then, she tried to slip her legs beneath Chiaki's, aiming to pull them apart. And finally, the final piece of the puzzle: Shiori slowly bent down until her uniform-covered chest was pressing into Chiaki's face! Together, all three moves made up one of the few signature moves that Shiori thought she could do: Takeda on Top, a grapevine pin with a breast smother!

Takeda on Top

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Things just went sort of... fuzzy for Chiaki after Shiori's desperation elbow caught the side of her head in the worst way. She was on her back, with her thought processes completely stopped and her vision knocked out of focus. She saw what she could only guess was Shiori come over her. She said something, But it seemed like her hearing got hit too.

"Take... wha?" Chiaki mumbled out as Shiori crawled on top of her. By now, Chiaki was starting to regain her senses. Shiori had come clearly into few and crowd went from a buzz back to normal. But she had been knocked silly long enough for her to be in trouble, as Shiori already had her hands under control and her legs in a grapevine.

Chiaki knew what would come next. It had been done to her before, and she'd done it to others. Sure enough, Shiori's grapevine was soon followed up by a breast smother. The rookie's ample chest came down onto Chiaki's face, cutting off her breathing and suffocating her for the second time in this match.

Honestly, Chiaki was tired. She wanted to go to sleep. And underneath Shiori's soft body, laying down on her almost like a warm blanket didn't seem like a horrible place for a nap. And the breasts currently enveloping her face would do wonderfully as both a sleeping mask and earmuffs. I really do have a thing for getting smothered, don't I? Chiaki thought, realizing where her mind had gone again. Well, I guess it's time to break out of this one, she thought as she began planning how to do that.

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If Shiori thought that smothering Chiaki out beneath her skirt was embarrassing, then doing it with her chest was downright mortifying. Somehow, she felt way more of just about everything. Chiaki squirming beneath her, grunting and whining in an attempt to breathe, the subtle vibration of the canvas below them as the crowd cheered at such a suggestive ending. Shiori was the one who could breathe right now, but her face was just as red as Chiaki's surely was.

Why did she have to be such a disaster lesbian?

"One..."

Luckily, the referee sild in to count off the three short slaps that, with any luck, would end this humiliating ordeal of hers. More than that, Shiori mused, it would end said ordeal with a debut win on her record! All she had to do was keep at it for two more counts.

"C'mon... staydownstaydownstaydown!"