Slippery Submissions: Fuuka Yamagishi vs Momo Yamamoto

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Oil match
Win by submission only

This was Fuuka Yamagishi's first steps back into the rings of LAW since the absolute fiasco of her own doing in her sham of a title match vs Rose Gold. Fuuka knew the match was only a title shot in the sense that she was against the lightweight champion. She knew that Rose would destroy her. Fuuka even expected Rose to break her. But she wasn't ready for how Rose would break her.

Fuuka could handle pain. Her tolerance and endurance where downright freakish when compared to her physical attributes and wrestling skills. Fuuka could and did take and push through the most bendy, twisty, and stretchy holds that Rose Gold had to put the jobber through. But it was when Rose got sexual on Fuuka, were her limits reached and surpassed. The way Rose abused her control between both of their legs was far more than what Fuuka could handle. Culminating in Fuuka's unanswered begging for Rose to not use her face as a makeshift vibrator until the champ came on the jobber's face.

But this was different. Fuuka wasn't fighting a heel with full reign to torture her for as long as they wanted. She was facing Momo Yamamoto, someone beloved by all within LAW, who knew her as brightest ray of sunshine in the promotion. Fuuka would get to do what she came to LAW to do in the first place; job, and look sexy doing it. She was happy with people wanting her. It was only a problem when people like Rose Gold actually took her. Ready to go, Fuuka exited backstage and made her way towards the ring as her music began to play.

Fuuka's theme

Fuuka

For the first time in her career, Fuuka came out from backstage in her bikini instead of her leotard. Something that multiple other wrestlers had advised her to do since she was going to be oil wrestling today. When she stepped into the ring and her feet touched the oil, Fuuka wasn't really sure how to describe it other than weird or funny. "Well I supposed I should get oiled up," said Fuuka as she turned and fell back onto the oily floor with a splash. She swayed back and forth in the oil, cupped some of it in her hands and poured it over her chest. Then Fuuka turned over onto her stomach to coat her other side in oil. She pushed herself up off of the floor, throwing back her head and letting the oil run off of her hair as she puffed out her chest. Fuuka then stood back up, now cutting a shiny, shimmering figure as she waited for her opponent.

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Momo Yamamoto was backstage with the most excited and awkward expression on her face. Lovingly annoying everyone asking for confirmations on if she looked alright, or if there was anything she needed to know about oil or rings full of oil, or anything of the sort, she eventually started to calm herself down, despite the outright excitement that came with competing in one. And, as a bonus, she would be wearing a bikini as well! So she waited, hopping in place backstage, garnering many stares and looks as she glanced around cluelessly, her rather sizeable breasts having bounced in her rather small bikini. She smiled bashfully at them, brushing back her hair before she heard her music hit!

Racing to the stage in her yellow bikini, she went to do her typical entrance as Pulses by Karmin played, but soon found herself slamming to a stop when her chest was bouncing entirely too much. She placed one hand on her chest, grimacing. "Eep!" Awkwardly, she would race around, blowing a kiss with her one free hand while the other remained on her chest, keeping it as under control as she could. She knew she should have brought her jacket to the ring, but it seemed far too late for that now. She smiled sheepishly as she made her way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans who were there with her only hand before running to the ring.

The Heart Throb would then do what she normally did and slid face-first inside the ring under the bottom rope... only to keep sliding. "Gah!" yelped Yamamoto as she tried to feel around and grasp for anything she could as she slip-slided around the ring. She then glanced up at Fuuka when she got to a stable position and smiled, embarrassed. "Hey... sorry! It's just a bit slippery!" she said with an awkward laugh.

Her entrance wasn't quite done yet though, as she stood up and then raced to the first side of the ring and then ran to it, blowing a kiss with both hands to the crowd... but bounced off the ropes and nearly slipped and fell again before grasping onto the top rope and holding herself. "Oh jeez!" she said through gritted teeth. Taking a moment to take a deep breath, Yamamoto thought she could at least make it work a second time if she just slowed down earlier. And so she tried, running to the other side of the ring and tried to skid to a stop, only to slam chest-first into the ropes and fall back onto her bubbly keister, sliding towards the center of the ring as she pouted. "...Nnnnn..."

This was probably a bad look for Momo Yamamoto. And even worse, it was clear this oil would stunt her usual high flying and speedy style. Still, she'd make due! What's a little exploring outside of your comfort zone hurt!?

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The first thing that Fuuka noticed when Momo came out from backstage, likely to her opponent's chagrin, was her chest. Momo was clearly struggling to keep her breasts in place as she ran down to the ring, but they still bounced noticeably in spite of Momo keeping her arm pressed up against her chest. If she's struggling that much with her outfit while she's dry, thought Fuuka, then she's bound to have an outright wardrobe malfunction once she's oily and wrestling.

But Momo seemed ready to soldier on despite that as she slid into the ring. A bit too much, in fact. Momo's body glided across the oil, speeding towards Fuuka's ankles. It was clearly unintentional, but if Fuuka didn't move out of the way, Momo would take her out and end up starting this match a bit early. But Fuuka was able to hop out of the way, needing to grab a rope to keep from slipping and falling herself.

"It's not a problem," Fuuka responded to Momo's apology. "I'm sure the fans are certainly plenty happy right now." The bluenette watched as Momo tried to recover her entrance, only to see her slip into to the ropes once, then a second time, leaving her chest to bounce beyond the tan girl's control. Fuuka thought that she may actually have a chance to win if Momo was truly this incapable of handling the oil.

Once Momo had reached the end of her entrance and settled reluctantly in the center of the ring, it wouldn't be long before the ref called for the bell to be rung. For her part, Fuuka would stay put. She was naturally a defensive wrestler who rarely took the initiative already. And with what she had already observed in these pre match moments, it only seemed all the more prudent for Fuuka to let Momo come to her.

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Momo Yamamoto took a deep breath. It was just oil. She could deal with it, just like her opponent would have to! She stood up very, very carefully in the center of the ring, looking around until she found Fuuka, who seemed to be sticking and waiting for her. "Oh, hi! Sorry again!" offered Momo cheerfully, brushing some of the oil off her butt really quick, grimacing slightly. "This stuff is really slippery, just a heads up!" Momo "helpfully" advised to her opponent.

Taking another deep breath, Momo smiled happily at her opponent. "But hey! Let's have some fun here!" said the Cutie adorably, pumping her arm and then giving her blue-haired opponent a more serious look. "You better get ready, because here. I. Come!" Perhaps wrapped up in the excitement of the match, Yamamoto would charged right at Fuuka, quickly careening out of control.

"Wah!" She tried to keep herself upright, which was more of a struggle than she would have thought, and she soon came sailing right towards Fuuka recklessly! And, whether she would collide with Fuuka in the corner or the corner itself, Momo was falling right back over into that oil on the ground again!

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"Well yes, slippery wrestling is the point of oil," said Fuuka with a bit of a chuckle. In spite of the embarrassing scene that Momo had just put herself through, she managed to recover her self esteem, if she had ever even lost it at all that is, and was ready and raring to go. "Yeah, I've got a good feeling that this is going to be a fun match, Momo."

Well, it didn't look like it was starting to fun for Momo. She charged forward at Fuuka, and soon found herself slipping and flying out of control through the oil for the fourth time in as many tries. With plenty of time to react, Fuuka gently steeped out of Momo's path, letting her crash into the corner. If Fuuka had been expecting to lose this match. Momo was bigger, faster, and stronger than her, and likely more skilled as well. But until she got acclimated to the oil, Fuuka had a window.

Momo's problem wasn't necessarily her speed, but how she was using it. She was only going full throttle, which Momo had already shown that she couldn't keep control of in oil, yet she kept going full speed anyway. While being naturally slower made controlling her movements easier, even still her steps were taken deliberately and with care.

Once Momo had crashed into the corner, Fuuka was quickly on her. With her steps light and low to the ground, it looked as if she was gliding through the oil as she came to Aoi's side. For as offensively challenged as Fuuka was, she still had signature moves, and this was her first chance to use one. Fuuka Bazooka was finally getting to pull out her guns. She wrapped her arm around Aoi's head, and pulled Momo's head into her body and locked her hands into a gable grip for a standing headlock dubbed Guns Blazing.

Guns Blazing

If she got her hold, Fuuka would then take a couple steps out of the corner, pulling Momo with her to get her out of reach of the ropes. Fuuka would then tighten her grip and pull up and in to try to better secure Momo's head better against the slipperiness of the oil. With the added affect of having her own arms and Momo's face pushing her chest up and out. Now to be fair, Fuuka "guns" were only so in the most inclusive sense of the word. She didn't have the biceps or triceps to squeeze Momo's skull into submission. If Fuuka was actually going to win, she'd be chipping at Momo's endurance for awhile.

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Momo had inadvertently crashed headlong into the corner as Fuuka had managed to move out of the way rather effortlessly. "Bfff!" exclaimed Yamamoto as her chest smashed against the turnbuckle pad and she went slip sliding, nearly losing her footing until her blue-haired opponent had grabbed her by the head, immediately driving her off of her feet. "Eep!" She was pulled into a standing headlock, wincing as she kept trying to almost stand for it, only to get jerked and lose her finishing all over again, groaning. "L-let go!" shouted the Cutie, face squashed against Fuuka's bust as she grit her teeth.

Finally, Yamamoto had eventually gotten to her feet, barely, and she proceeded to grab Fuuka by her waist... and then she thrusted her forward, shooting her off to the ropes. Letting out a sharp gasp of air as her head slipped out, she had fallen back to her knees with a groan. Seeing Fuuka rebounding, Momo got back to her feet and yelled, "Alright, I got this!" And as she went to meet Fuuka, sure she was going to hit some kind of cool maneuver, she made a sprint... and then she slipped and went up and then onto her back again, landing hard on the mat with a groan, closing her eyes tight before she even got to her opponent.

The Heart Throb was just not having any luck with this match type thusfar in the match.

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Fuuka's lack of strength had another negative effect on her submission holds aside from low damage output; the weakness of the holds also made it rather easy to escape. Something Momo had just proved by basically throwing herself forward to force her way out, throwing Fuuka at the ropes as she did so. The bluenette was able to keep enough balance to stay upright long enough for her to hit the ropes and rebound back, immediately going down to her knees to slide through the oil as she did so.

Fortunately for Fuuka, there was a second thing that Momo had proven; she still hadn't adapted to the oil yet. The Heart Throb took maybe half a step before she was down on her back, sliding again. Momo didn't slide too far this time though, already slowing down to almost a stop by the time Fuuka had gotten to Momo with her more controlled slide.

With Momo's head positioned right next to Fuuka's thighs, even the unlearned jobber could take the hint on what to do next. She had to do little more than go from kneeling to sitting, and she was delivering an oily facesit to her opponent. Wanting to keep Momo trapped beneath her biking bottom for as long as possible, Fuuka would grab the tan girls arms, pull them up, and pin them under her legs. Were this not a submission only match, Fuuka very well could've won right here.

But this wasn't a match that could end via pin, and now Fuuka had to figure out what to do to further her goal of submitting Momo. Her hands were free, but the bluenette had no idea what to do with them. She would never start to just grope Momo's breasts, but Fuuka knew that she wasn't capable of any meaningful strikes from this position either. Then Fuuka noticed that with Momo's arms pinned up, her armpits were exposed. "Um, tickle torture submission it is then, I -I guess," Fuuka said hesitantly as she began softly and quickly running her fingers up and down her opponent's armpits.

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Momo was down again, and Fuuka was sitting on her arms and face, surprisingly enough. She blushed deeply, almost in disbelief of her position. The tiny Heart Throb would try to fight and wriggle out of it, grunting and groaning. "G-get off!" she yelled as she got more flustered. The oil had really thrown her off her game and she was absolutely annoyed by it. It stunted her offense something fierce, and now her opponent just had free game to try taking advantage of every time she wiped out!

And then, the unthinkable happened as Momo began to be tickled under her arms pits. Her face twisted and her eyes exploded in shock. And then she let out an uproarious giggle and started to thrash wildly on the oil-covered mat as her slick arm pits began to be tickled. "Eehehehe... Hahaha....! St-stop it! Haaaaahahahaha! You... You... You... Stop it now! Geehahahaha!" she plead between fits of laughter, being tortured in such an unbelievable way as her body bucked and thrashed.

Momo continued to laugh until finally, her involuntary and desperate flailing wasn't doing her any favors, but it was enough to get her arms free. And when she did, she did, she was able to make a concerted effort to shove at her opponent and with a lot of strength get Fuuka off of her! She panted, looking shell-shocked from what was a brutal tickling session. "Oh my god...." she said as she tried to catch her breath, burying her face in the mat again as she narrowly escaped such an incredible submission of arm pit tickling.

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Fuuka honestly had no idea how effective tickling was going to be in terms of forcing Momo to submit. But once she had started, the tan girl clearly and desperately wanted it to stop, so the computer girl figured it couldn't be hurting her chances. Fuuka also noticed that Momo was trashing wildly to escape as well, which likely was putting a bigger drain on the Heart Throb's energy than what Fuuka could normally achieve with her holds.

Hm, this is really working, thought Fuuka. I think tickling might be another weakness of hers along with the oil. I should try to do this again in the future if I get more chances. Fuuka had spent her short career as a punching bag so far. She hadn't expected any different, and had accepted it. But now that she had experienced winning for the first time, truly being in the driver's seat, Fuuka wanted to take it all the way and get the win. At least once. So, she would take any legal competitive edge her opponent would provide her, even something as unorthodox as tickling, if it did prove to be the weakness Fuuka thought it might be.

But with Momo's trashing combined with their slippery, oily bodies, her arms soon got free. And with her arms free, soon the rest of Momo was free as well. She came up panting as oil originally on Fuuka's butt was now dripping from Momo's face. Then she put her face down on the mat, not bothering to even look at Fuuka while she tried to recover.

! Fuuka suppressed a gasp when she realized Momo wasn't paying attention. Well, I don't know how quiet I can be in this oil, but if I can sneak up on her, it'll be a free hit. The bluenette took a couple steps for a running start before going into a baseball slide, relying on the oil to create speed and distance for her. If Momo didn't respond in time, she'd take a slide kick square on her downturned head.

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As Momo had begun her recovery, she noticed Fuuka wasn't upon her at all now. Curiously, she glanced around until she noticed that the bluenette had been getting ready for a charging slide kick directly at her head! Alarmed, Momo had managed to narrowly scramble and slide her way out of the way, flopping in the oil to avoid what would surely be a devastating strike. Eyes wide, Yamamoto pushed herself to a sitting position and huffed. "Th-that could have taken my head off!" exclaimed the tan girl before groaning in frustration.

Then, getting to a standing position, she would carefully go towards Fuuka and attempt to bring her up off the ground. "Oh, I'm going to get you now!" shouted Momo boldly. She would then attempt to hoist Fuuka up in a simple suplex. An easy move. Simple to execute.

Only in Momo's case, she had entirely too much oil on her hands, mixed with Fuuka's, and her grip had become loose. She prayed that she could finish executing the move before disaster struck!