Slippery Submissions: Fuuka Yamagishi vs Momo Yamamoto

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Unfortunately for Fuuka, Momo was as completely helpless as the oil had made her seem. She noticed Fuuka's attack coming for her, and was able to scramble away just a moment before she got stuck with a faceful of Fuuka's foot. "Trust me Momo, said Fuuka. "Coming from me, it really couldn't have." The bluenette's attack had just been dodged, now it was time to see if she could handle Momo's retaliation.

Momo also seemed to be learning that she couldn't go full throttle in the oil and not wipeout, but fortunately for Fuuka, the Heart Throb still wasn't comfortable moving around in it yet. Her steps were slow, and a little clunky. Over caution on Momo's part, as she likely didn't want to throw away a chance to counter by falling on her face again.

But in doing so, Momo threw away her chance at a counter by being too slow. Fuuka was able stand up and step back to dodge Momo, who could only graze the bluenette's chest with her fingertips. Fuuka may have been able to slide back in for a counterattack, but felt no need to take the risk in case she didn't. She decided that she would keep retreating, just out of Momo's reach. Stepping and sliding back until Momo quite literally slipped up and gave Fuuka a bigger opening to strike at. She figured that Momo's impulsiveness and desire to attack would keep her following, even going out of her way to display her superior grace in the oil a couple times to goad Momo further. And even if she had the patience to stay put and not risk attacking, Fuuka wouldn't lose anything from it.

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Momo had let Fuuka slip out of her grasp as she let out a frustrated, but adorable high pitched groan of annoyance. Then, she made a move towards her bluenette opponent again, only for her to slip away. And then another attempt, and another, and another, but Fuuka just kept ending up just out of Yamamoto's reach!

Looking more and more frustrated, Momo was starting to lose it. She didn't understand how Fuuka was having such an easier time in this oil than her. She couldn't even lay any real offense on her opponent.

So finally, Momo made a bigger lunge, before her front foot slipped entirely and she just dropped down into a split. Her eyes went wide as her mouth clamped shut, lips trembling as her entire body tensed in pain as she didn't know what to even do with her hands as she let out a whine of agony. "Nnnnn...!"

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Fuuka could see the growing frustration on Momo's face as she continued to come up short of getting her hands on the jobber turned squasher. Fuuka's patience, caution, and bodily control gave her a deftness in the oil that the excitable Momo just didn't have. Eventually, in spite of her new record for staying upright in oil, Momo fell eventually. And in the worst way possible; right into the splits.

"Ooh..." cringed Fuuka in sympathy. "And now it's my job to make it even worse on her, isn't it," Fuuka muttered. After all, this is exactly the kind of position that she had been looking for. Momo could not be more of a sitting duck if she was trying to be. Or I suppose that in this situation, it would be splitting duck.

Fuuka slid down next to Momo, still stuck in her splits. She grabbed one leg with her arm, Momo's other leg with her own legs, pushed Momo down to her back with her free hand and body weight so she couldn't land punches, and then started pulling. Fuuka knew this was a banana split hold. Simple to perform, as all it took was pulling apart Momo's legs, but hopefully quite damaging.

"Hey, this is a chance to see if this is really the weakness I think it is," said Fuuka as she slid one of her hands up Momo's leg. She settled her fingers on her inner, upper thigh, keeping her hand just far enough away from Momo's crotch for her own personal comfort. Then Fuuka would unleash her second tickle attack of the match.

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Momo wasn't even sure what to do in this position. The pain in her legs and pelvis were brutal, and while she had some flexibility, it wasn't quite enough to bear this. She didn't think it could possibly get worse than this right now. That is, until Fuuka had grabbed her by the arm and leg. "H-hey, wait!" exclaimed Momo, trying to wriggle away until her other leg was locked.

A sour expression appeared on Yamamoto's face until she let out a loud yell of pain. "O-o-o-oooooow!" She dropped back at first, gritting her teeth from the Banana Split hold before pushing her body back up. "You...!" she sputtered before her eyes got wide and her mouth quivered. And then, she began to giggle and laugh uproariously. "Ahahahahaha! Heehee! Nnnnn...! St-st-stop...! Ehehehehehe!" exclaimed Yamamoto as her inner thigh was being tickled as she violently began to try wriggling away from the hold.

"This... this hurts! Aheehahahaheeeee!" laughed Yamamoto, turning and writhing her body until she managed to grab hold of Fuuka's wrist, pulling it away from her thigh, gulping loudly. She would then try to yank Fuuka's body forward by her arm, only for it to slip out of her grasp and for Momo to grab hold of it again with both hands in desperation.

"Gosh... I am so sick of this!" yelled Momo, trying to yank Fuuka forward by her arm. If she could tug Fuuka towards her, she would attempt to lock in a double chickenwing hold. Despite being winded from the tickling and the pain from the Banana Split, she hoped she could at least put enough strength into the hold that her blue-haired opponent would be forced to break the split to break out!

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It seemed like Fuuka's suspicion's about Momo were confirmed; she has a weakness to tickling. The Heart Throb was unable to contain her laughter whatsoever, and once again her immediate response was to start thrashing. However, a banana split executed with even decent accuracy wasn't something that could just be thrashed out of, even when slippery. You just couldn't pull your leg at the right angle. This wasn't something Fuuka actually knew that she was taking advantage of, but she did know to keep doing the thing her opponent wasn't escaping from.

But eventually, Momo was able to gather her bearings well enough to go for a different method of escape against Fuuka's hold. First, she threw Fuuka's hand off her thigh to relieve herself of the tickling, then tried to use that arm to pull Fuuka forward. The bluenette slipped free once, but couldn't pull away fast enough before Momo was able to get a good enough grip to pull her in.

Now, Momo was trying to put Fuuka in a counter submission while still locked in the banana split. She bent and hooked Fuuka's arm behind her back, and leaned down on it for a chicken wing, before trying to go for the double on the other arm. However, Fuuka noticed that Momo's breast was what was holding her arm down, something that gave her an idea.

Fuuka would use the softness and malleability of Momo's chest to her advantage. By pushing up into it with her forearm, creating a small window where the coder would have extra space to pull her arm through. Combine that with the oil induced slipperiness and a quick yank with her arm, and Fuuka had successfully pulled her arm free before Momo could trap the second one.

The momentum in Fuuka's arm carried it out to her side, where she felt something come off of her hand, and then Fuuka saw gold out of the corner of her eye. When she looked over, Fuuka saw Momo's bikini top flying away, as the bluenette had accidentally caught her finger on it as she pulled her arm free. With the top already being improperly sized and lathered in oil, it slipped right off of Momo's breasts, leaving them completely bare save for the oil covering them. "O-o-o my goodness!" Fuuka's face went beat red as she saw Momo's bikini land on the edge of the ring, before falling out entirely. "I'm so sorry! That was a complete accident, I swear!" Fuuka released her hold and quickly backed away from Momo out of shock.

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Momo Yamamoto was struggling to lock in her double chickenwing, grunting and whining as she combated the ever-slippery oil, trying to keep that hold locked in to make her release that banana split that was making her pelvis and legs lock up in pain as she groaned. "Come... on...!" But then, she felt Fuuka's hand push into her chest, turning her cheeks red as she grunts out loud. "Get your hand out of there...!" exclaimed the Heart Throb, shuddering before trying even harder to lock in the hold.

But then, Fuuka's arm jerked away, finally being able to escape the banana split as well. However, while Fuuka was pulling her arm away and slipping out of the hold, Moma could feel her chest jerk forward and her bikini top being tugged away with it. With a loud gasp, her eyes went wide in horror as she attempted to save it, but it was too late! As soon as Yamamoto's top flew off, she made one reach for it as her tanned breasts and her pink nipples were on display before immediately shooting her arms back, pressing them against her chest.

She was in shock, turning an incredibly deep shade of red as she whimpered, in complete disbelief of what happened as she covered her chest with her arms. In all of Momo's wrestling career, she had been in plenty of matches, competed many times, and she had ended up with herself in lingerie, but to have her bare chest shown off? That was a first for Yamamoto. She didn't even know what to do as she sat there, legs still opened wide as she kept her arms to her chest, staring ahead and past Fuuka, like she wasn't even there. Her mind wandered, wondering if this match was even real. Was this a dream? Was it some kind of fantasy? She was petrified to even move at this point, the friendly Cutie not even daring to move at all from her position for fear of being exposed.

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When Fuuka pulled off Momo's bra, the tan girl went to cover her bare chest as expected. But beyond that, there was nothing. Momo seemed to just, shut down. She sat down on her butt, unmoving, not even looking at Fuuka. Momo just, stared out into nowhere. It was if her soul had left her body alongside her bra. That was the only way Fuuka could describe what she was seeing.

As Fuuka's shock subsided, she knew she had to do something. She was happy to have been winning, but she also didn't want to kick Momo when she was down. But then again, just sitting here did nothing but leave Momo's bare body sitting in the middle of the ring for the entire crowd to ogle as they pleased. Fuuka decided that she would put Momo in a hold to knock her out of her trance, and then hope she subsequently gave up.

Fuuka would walk behind Momo, push her down onto her stomach, and sit on the Cutie's back, hoping to give Momo some level of cover. Then Fuuka would put Momo into a Boston Crab, using the weight her butt put on Momo's back to press her chest down into the floor to hide it further from prying eyes. "Momo, please submit," said Fuuka. "I'm truly sorry, but I think it'd be for the best if you gave up now and got out of here."

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Momo had been in a deep daze, in a panic-induced shut down until she noticed Fuuka had walked behind her. Doing a double take at her, Yamamoto stuttered, trying to come up with what to say. But before she knew it, she was pushed forward, one arm flying forward to break her fall. And then the bluenette was sitting atop her back, and a Boston Crab soon followed! "Ahhhh! G-get off!" shouted Momo, her one arm still under her chest as she winced, her generous bust mushrooming around her arm as she gritted her teeth.

Then, she heard what Fuuka said, and suddenly all of this match's frustration, and the embarrassment, and everyone came rushing forth as she narrowed her brow, looking angry. "Submit!? Are you... you... FRICKING KIDDING ME!?" screamed the brunette, gritting her teeth, feeling like she had just far exceeded a line with her very intense proclamation. She would use her free hand to try pushing herself up. "You... you take off my top... in front of everyone, and you want ME to submit!?" yelled Momo, her voice shrill, like she was at her wit's end now. Finally, she turned her body with her one arm and then she reached up, grabbing hold of the short, blue hair of her opponent and gave it a very hard yank.

"You should be the one who is submitting because you did this and it's so unbelievably uncool and you crossed a line and you really embarrassed me and... OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" Yamamoto screamed, giving another hard yank of Fuuka's hair with the intent to get Fuuka off of her, all the while still covering her chest with one arm.

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Fuuka's hopes that Momo's disconnect from reality would mean that she would quietly submit, and save what face that she had left. But when Fuuka kicked the monitor and rebooted Momo, so to speak, the Cutie's face turned to rage, embarrassment, and indignation. The coder girl had the tact to not point out why Momo's claim that Fuuka should be the one submitting was unreasonable at the very least. She felt bad about disrobing Momo, but that didn't mean that Fuuka wasn't totally dominating this match right now.

Momo would attempt to remedy that fact in short time, however. Twisting her body up to try to get the one arm that she was willing to use away from her chest to grab at Fuuka's hair. Momo would find that she had a long way to reach the bluenette's bob cut. So her struggling and reaching, along with the oil, caused Momo to flip herself onto her back as she dislodged Fuuka and got ahold of her hair.

"AH!" yelped Fuuka as Momo pulled her down... chest first onto her own face. With Momo turning upwards and bringing Fuuka down, she would end up giving herself a oily taste of the bluenette's breasts. "O-oh... I swear I'm not doing these things on purpose," said Fuuka. "But... now that I have this position, I suppose that it's my job to try to use it."

Fuuka would shift as needed to plant her chest firmly on Momo's face to truly begin smothering her. Then she would reach back with her legs and try to hook them around Momo's, though with the slipperiness, and Fuuka's limited technical skill, converting a full grapevine breast smother may be beyond her. But still, she's done crazier things in this match already. And even if the bluenette could get everything she wanted, she'd still have her breast smother.

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Momo Yamamoto had managed to stretch herself far enough to grab at Fuuka's hair and pull her down... only for her opponent to land on top of her now. Sputtering, the Cutie managed to keep her chest covered, squealing under her. "G-get off... you bully!" screamed Momo as she turned her face, trying to avoid the smother from her opponent, starting to buck wildly.

She was absolutely fed up with how this match was going, and this was the last thing she needed at this point. Squirming under Yamagishi, she eventually put her hand under Fuuka's chin, pushing up on it in order to try keeping Fuuka from fully locking on the smother. Her legs kicked wildly, like a mad woman, as Fuuka tried to grapevine her legs, keeping her from even able to grapevine them at all. It was a sloppy display, but one that was effective enough for Momo as she still continued to desperately keep Fuuka from properly smothering her.

With another squeak, Yamamoto would give a final hard shove of her chin, working in tandem with the rest of her body and throwing Fuuka off of her. She gasped, eyes wide and filled with worry, oil dripping off of her face from Fuuka's breasts and she would then quickly swim with her only free arm, scrambling over to the bottom rope, grabbing hold of it and clinging on it, wrapping her legs and arms around it.

Keeping her chest still covered, Momo gave Fuuka a desperate, worried glare and shouted. "And you... you... you... you... stay back!" said the slightly suspended Momo, making it clear she wasn't going to get off of that bottom rope quite yet. She wanted a chance to think about the rest of this match and what she needed to do.