Less Than She Wanted, More Than She Bargained For: Yukari Takeba (D) vs Fumie Suzuki

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Along with the crowd, Yukari went silent at Fumie's deadpan, eloquent, thought out response to Yukari's question. Even when she regained her tongue, she stilled stuttered. "I, u-uh, Fumie," Yukari finally began. "I was making a joke. About the outfit that I've made clear I don't like." But almost as soon as the words were out Yukari's mouth, a single voice rang out from the crowd. Shouting that she was a sex pervert.

Than Fumie started laughing at the heckler from beneath Yukari. "A friend of yours?" asked the unamused actress. But her attention would soon be shifted to Fumie's arm rubbing up against both her breasts and her crotch as a result of it shaking from the hacker's laughter. Yukari recognized that it wasn't intentional, but she still didn't like it. So as dominantly as she was performing, the actress still felt extremely uncomfortable in her position.

Yukari was able to but enough grip strength on Fumie's wrist and hand to stop that, but she still felt every bit of contact that Fumie's shoulder made through the thin fabric of her outfit. Combined with the mass of laughter raining down, Yukari couldn't stop her face from going red. Frustration, discomfort, and embarrassment soon turned to anger. Yukari could admit that she got impulsive when she got genuinely angry, didn't mean that she was great at stopping herself in the moment.

"You know what?! You know what, FINE!" Yukari shouted to the arena, her emotions getting the better of her. "I might not like getting perved on, but I know full well what I got! So if you want sexy, I CAN GIVE YOU SEXY!" Yukari would get up off of Fumie so she could flip the smaller girl onto her back before dropping right back down on top of her. The actress would make good on a threat that had originally being a joke, forcing her breasts onto Fumie's face.

From there, Yukari would hook her arms underneath Fumie's arms so she could restrain them without actually pinning her. Then the brunette would clasp her hands behind the hacker's head to stuff it deeper into her cleavage. Next, Yukari would hook her legs around Fumie's and spread them apart in a grapevine. Using her lower body strength and flexibility, Yukari would extend her grapevine into a full split. Tightening her glutes and pressing her hips down into Fumie's, pressing crotch against crotch as she locked in her Breast Smother Grapevine Hold.

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     "MMMRRRRMMMPHHH!" Fumie cried out as her face was mashed into Yukari's breasts. Her neck was pulled into some kind of neck crank putting tension on her spine. Then, Yukari grapevined her legs and attempted to stretch Fumie's legs into the splits position. "MRRRRNNNNNPHHH!" Fumie screamed in agony, her cries muffled by Yukari's chest. Pain shot through Fumie's hip adductors as her hips were stretched beyond their normal limits—Fumie simply was not flexible enough to do the splits! Eventually, the muscles and tendons in Fumie's legs refused to give any more, thus preventing Yukari from forcing Fumie to do the splits.
     Fumie was trapped underneath Yukari. Her breath was denied, her lungs cried for air, and the sinew of her legs weeped under the torturous stretching. Yet, even in such a state, Fumie's imagination was active. She imagined that she was bottomless and that her bare sex was being exposed to the crowd. She imagined the greedy, lascivious LAW cameras zooming in on her womanhood and hundreds of phone cameras taking pictures of her most private area. Fumie tried to let out a moan only for it to be stifled by the smother. Her frustrated hips began to squirm in arousal, but in a manner indistinguishable from regular struggling. Eventually, when her oxygen was on the cusp of running out, Fumie began struggling for real. Her groin would grind against Yukari's, not out of lewdness but by virtue of the close-contact hold!

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Yukari faced practically no resistance as she locked her breast smother grapevine in deep. The only thing that held the brunette back at all was the sheer inflexibility of Fumie's body preventing a full split. But even still, that still meant the smaller wrestler's lower body should be locked in sheer agony from the near splits forced upon her by the grapevine.

Yukari could feel every bit of contact. Fumie's face against her breasts, and their crotches pressing together, both only made more intense by Fumie's struggling. But Yukari was through with caring. She was on a mission right now, and she wouldn't let something as simple and trivial as embarrassment stop her now. But what could stop Yukari was the bell. She knew she needed to let up if only to keep Fumie conscious.

So Yukari would get off of Fumie and stand her up. Then the actress would get behind Fumie and go right up against her back and step over Fumie's legs, putting one foot against each of the hacker's. Yukari's breasts would be against the back of Fumie's neck, her arms locked her opponent into a Full Nelson to keep her in place, and the actress' groin pressed up into Fumie's lower back. "You know you'll have to be a lot more flexible to be a wrestler. Here, let me help you," said Yukari as she began sliding down into a split, forcing Fumie to go down with her due to how their bodies were positioned. And with a position of much more leverage, no amount of inflexibility should be able to save Fumie from a full split. "And Fumie," said the actress. "Don't take this personally. I just can't hold back when I'm angry."

[Ichi]

     Fumie was left gasping for air after being released from the breast smother. Still focused on getting oxygen, Fumie did not put up any resistance as Yukari put her into yet another hold. Her limbs were intertwined with Yukari's in some sort of standing grapevine, full nelson combination. And her legs were slowly being stretched apart as if entering into the splits.
     "Fumie! Reach back! Grab a finger!" a voice from the crowd called out. A voice that belonged to the redhead from earlier.
     But Fumie remained still. She did not respond to the voice. Instead, Fumie's heart pounded in her ears. Her heart raced. She knew this was a bad position: any more forcing from Yukari and tendons, ligaments, and/or cartilage could tear. Not to mention, the pressure on her neck from the full nelson was getting a little dangerous.
     "And Fumie," said the actress. "Don't take this personally. I just can't hold back when I'm angry."
     "You can't hold back from getting lewd when you're angry?" said Fumie in a calm, matter-of-fact manner. Internally, however, her heart raced into overdrive. "Hm. Okay." Fumie paused for a fraction of a second. Within that moment, the tension within her grew until it burst. Fumie would explode into action, attempting to grab a hold of one of Yukari's fingers, which was interlocked behind Fumie's neck.
     However, despite knowing the danger that this position put her musculoskeletal system in, Fumie did not have it in her to try to break any fingers. Instead, Fumie would try to use this to get a reaction out of Yukari. If successful, Fumie would attempt to capitalize on Yukari's reaction and struggle her way out of the hold!

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"Do you want to make this personal for me?" Yukari snapped back at Fumie's comment. "Aggressive is what I meant. I fight back hard when something makes me mad. And right now, I guess lewdness would be what I'm mad over." The smaller wrestler managed to sneak her arm back around and get a hold on one of the brunette's pinky fingers.

Yukari kinda doubted that Fumie was actually capable of doing much damage to the finger that was in her grip. But she also knew that hand and finger bones weren't exactly the strongest in the skeleton, so Yukari decided not to play that game considering that she'd be just fine in this fight without trying to force this specific move to its conclusion.

Yukari would release her Full Nelson, pulling her finger out of Fumie's grip in the process. Fumie tried to use this as an opening to escape, but Yukari kept her sort of standing Grapevine to keep the hacker girl in place. Then the actress wrapped her arms around Fumie's body to pull her down into a seated position. Once they were down, Yukari would trade her Grapevine for a Bodyscissor, and wrap her arms over and under Fumie's head and neck to put her into a Dragon Sleeper.

There were two versions of the Dragon Sleeper, and the difference was in how the attacker used their top arm. One could either wrap it around the victim's throat for a choke, or you could do what Yukari was doing to Fumie; wrapping her arm around the orange haired girl's head so that her armpit covered Fumie's nose and mouth to smother her. For maximum suffocation, Yukari would try to pull and turn Fumie's head deeper into her body, to the point where the hacker's face would once more be pressed up against the actress' chest.

[Ichi]

     Fumie felt like she had said something that offended Yukari, but could not quite put her finger on the what or how. In her mind, she was simply making an observation—one that turned out to be ostensibly wrong as apparently Yukari got aggressive when angry. Although, Fumie wondered, if lewdness was what Yukari was mad about, why would she start getting lewd herself?
     These thoughts, however, were banished the moment Yukari locked in the dragon sleeper. Oxygen cut off, and neck bent at an awkward angle. And her nose and mouth were right up against Yukari's armpit. Fumie began to struggle, fruitlessly trying to pry open the bodyscissors. She pawed at Yukari's arm, but it did not budge.
     "Relax, Fumie! She's not going for the finish!" yelled the voice from the crowd. "Just enjoy the moment and try to have some fun!"
     Amidst all the bustle of the crowd, Fumie's brain locked onto those words. Her struggles ceased. Her movement stagnated and she remained still for several moments.
     Then, Fumie's tongue poked out and started lapping at Yukari's armpit! The crowd would not be able to see what was happening given that Yukari's arm was occluding their view, but Yukari would certainly be able to feel Fumie's tongue!
     Hehehe, laughed Fumie internally. Bet you weren't expecting that! In truth, the licking was not meant to be erotic—the gremlin of a young woman just wanted to screw around and do something unexpected, as well as set up her next move. Fumie had considered trying to bite Yukari's breast, but that seemed too dirty given the circumstances. No, Fumie was greedily trying to reach a local optimum of screwballery, and licking Yukari's armpit was the locally optimum choice

This is an allusion to greedy algorithms. The word "greedily" was chosen intentionally.

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     But Fumie also wanted to at least try to win—it would make for better viewing when she watched her match later. Thus, attempting to use the chaos and distraction to her advantage, Fumie would begin throwing punches at Yukari's nose and face while simultaneously struggling, all in an attempt to escape from the dragon sleeper! All the while, Fumie would continue licking Yukari's armpit for good measure!
     All of this had a purpose. Fumie's tactical mind wanted to make the position as uncomfortable as possible for Yukari so that she would be compelled to change positions. This maneuver was akin to using foot stomps in the clinch—neither foot stomps nor the combination of Fumie-punches and Fumie-licks were particularly damaging, but they could be used to force a reaction out of one's opponent. Of course, given Fumie's weakness, it was entirely possible that Fumie would just get put into a different hold—not that such mattered to the ryona-loving degenerate known as Fumie [REDACTED]!

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Yukari locked Fumie into a Dragon Sleeper, and the hacker girl was sent squirming and struggling once again. That was until that voice from the crowd called out to Fumie once again, and the smaller wrestler momentarily stopped moving. Then, Yukari felt something wet rubbing up underneath her arm. "What th- HA! Haha! Hahaha!" Yukari started laughing out as Fumie's tongue began tickling her armpit.

"Haha- Qu-quit licking me! Stop it! Hahaha!" Yukari was rocking and shaking back and forth as she was forced to laugh by the tickling sensation she felt in her armpit courtesy of Fumie's tongue. Then with her eyes clenched shut from laughter, Yukari never saw the back of the hacker girl's fist as it flew straight into her nose.

"Ah!" yelped Yukari as she fell onto her back. Fumie's punch didn't really hurt, but the surprise factor involved still allowed the attack to work rather effectively at its job of freeing Fumie from the brunette's Dragon Sleeper. Backing off, Yukari rolled back and stood up. "Sounds like you got some help in the crowd. A coach, Fumie?" she asked.

[Ichi]

     Once freed, Fumie wasted little time bolting away from Yukari. She did, however, hear Yukari's question. "I invoke Article 38!" yelled Fumie

This is (presumably) the Japanese analogue to "pleading the fifth" in the United States.

as she attempted to run towards the edge of the ring.
     If Fumie managed to reach the edge of the ring, she would then attempt to slide out of the ring. Spurred on by her eagerness, her movement would be unusually quick, at least by her own standards. The gremlin of a girl would then try to crawl under the ring and disappear, leaving both the crowd and Yukari to wonder what she was up to.

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"You're not on trial..." said Yukari as Fumie scampered away. Her dominance over the smaller girl had been temporarily broken, but the actress was plenty confident that she could take back control once she got her hands back on Fumie. It was simply a matter of catching her. Fumie seemed to recognize that as well, as she escaped out of the ring.

"Where'd she go?" Yukari wondered allowed as Fumie was now no longer anywhere to be seen. She was certain, but the only guess the brunette could come up with was that Fumie had retreated beneath the ring. Yukari moved to the center of the ring. Her idea being that no matter where Fumie came from, she'd have to travel a significant distance to reach Yukari, thus giving the actress as much of a chance as possible to snuff out a sneak attack.

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     The ring seemed incomplete, with only the referee and Yukari still in the ring. Murmurs bubbled in the air as eyes in the crowd scanned for the missing combatant—she had to pop back up sometime. The more astute members of the crowd began to wonder why the referee was not counting Fumie out—normally, in this sort of a match, under these stipulations, the referee would have begun to count.
     Yet, the referee stood nonchalantly with her head tilted upwards and eyes oriented towards the ceiling. Her arms were crossed, as if she had disengaged from the match and could not be bothered to even lift a finger. She then turned to face the announcers' table and seemed to start talking into a microphone on her collar.
     "'I guess lewdness would be what I'm mad over'?" a voice shouted from the crowd, quoting what Yukari had said earlier. The voice belonged to the red-haired woman from earlier. "Hey moron, you're dressed in a revealing outfit and you even smothered that poor girl! Why would you be mad over lewdness when you're the primary one being lewd here?"
     The woman was done for now—hopefully, her words distracted Yukari enough to give Fumie an opening.

     Fumie peeked out from underneath the ring, wooden sword

Specifically a Japanese shinai, a wooden sword (typically made out of bamboo) that is used for training in kendo.

in hand. Hopefully, Yukari would have been distracted and would not notice Fumie. Regardless, Fumie would make her way into the ring. If Yukari had noticed Fumie, Fumie would charge and attempt to whack Yukari! Otherwise, Fumie would attempt to sneak up on Yukari and whack her in the back! In either case, after attempting to whack Yukari with the initial blow, Fumie would attempt to unleash a flurry of blows with the wooden sword!
     "YAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Fumie would yell as she unleashed her presumed assault.
     Meanwhile, the referee would act completely blind to Fumie's flagrant violation of the rules. Truth be told, Fumie's manager Yukina had to pull some strings to get the referee to not pay attention. Thankfully, no money had to change hands as LAW management thought that evening the odds towards Fumie's favor would be more entertaining.