Oil Smother Match: The ring and wrestlers are coated in oil, and the only way to win is by smother KO
"All right, time for another oil match," said Fuuka Yamagishi as she adjusted her outfit. The first time she fought an oil wrestling match, she had worn a bikini, but had later been advised against that on account of an oily bikini top being too easy to slip off and expose yourself. Something that Fuuka's opponent for that match would end up learning firsthand in that fight. Ring Attire
Fuuka's more proper wrestling attire had more fabric to keep it on her chest despite the cleavage window present, so it could be trusted to not have a malfunction. She sincerely hoped that her opponent had similarly secure attire, the bluenette did not enjoy baring Momo Yamamoto's breasts to the world to her utter humiliation and despair. Fuuka's music came on, and it was time for her entrance. Fuuka's Theme: Time - Atsushi Kitajoh Remix - Persona 3 Dancing Moon Night
Fuuka strode boldly from backstage to the ring, her skill wrestling in oil giving the tech lover confidence as she prepared to fight. Fuuka entered into the ring, her feet balancing gracefully on the mat despite the slippery nature of the ring. As the ring staff came to drench her in oil before the match, Fuuka lowered her head and let the slick substance wash over her. Once it was done, she raised her head back up and focused her eyes on where her opponent would appear from.
Katima sighed to herself after putting on the last of the long gloves. The idea of stepping out of these four walls for a match had her enraptured, but the theme had her very nervous and excited in equal parts!
She slid her delicate fingers down her flat tummy to check that there was nothing wrong with her leotard, at the same time removing the wrinkles in the fabric. Meticulously admiring herself to also make sure that her cute bottom looked good inside her classic leotard while making sure that the straps holding her stockings to her waist were not stretching too much.
Hips, cleavage, leotard laces, stockings and gloves; everything was in place. And that made her jump with satisfaction. Although the style of this match makes her nervous yet. Unfortunately, by the custom of her faction, she wasn't allowed to know much about her opponent beyond her name. Hopefully, Fuuka was not as experienced in this type of match or Katima might have a hard time. But it's nothing this enthusiastic youngster can't handle with determination and optimism.
Katima's entrance
Alice's little blonde beast came through the curtains at the entrance to the top ramp with her arms outstretched and jumping up and down in excitement as the crowd cheered and whistled for her. Several hands were extended towards her and she shook hands with as many as she could as she advanced towards the ring.
She had entered through the only entrance there was and just as her opponent got into position to witness her insertion into the ring, and Katima was unaware of this; she wasn't even looking directly into the ring when she entered the arena. And when it was her turn to climb up, she did so at the opposite end from where Fuuka was, sliding her belly over the edge of the apron lethargically, snaking upwards to arch her slender, toned, gladiatorial body for a flirtatious and fun entrance before standing up once inside the ring, ready for a barrel of oil to be poured over her head to get her on the same level of lubrication as her opponent.
She had to wipe the excess oil out of her eyes, but she was fine. And that's when she saw Fuuka. Her eyes became huge and full of hopelessness when she noticed how well-designed her opponent was for this kind of matches: her breasts were bigger and her ass was more pompous, perfect to occupy someone's face in its entirety and take her to heaven if she caught her in a corner -it was very evident that an illusion had broken inside K&K's eyes- However! That meant only one thing: Karisma had to try harder to win! And that was something she could do very well.
"Hi! I'm Kat-," she tried to wave from the other end to be cordial and a good competitor.
Ding Ding Ding Ding!
"Oh, well no way..." But the bell rang first.
Shaking her wiped head, Karisma pushed her hair to her back and tried to skate to the centre of the ring as soon as the bell rang to face her opponent with her arms outstretched as if challenging her to a test of strength hold.
"I am Katima!" She tried again. "It's a pleasure, Fuuka. I hope you have fun under me," she teased with a challenging air.
Really K&K was at a disadvantage in this, because balancing with so much oil smearing her soles and annihilating her friction was terrible, but if she could get her opponent to raise her arms as if accepting the test of strength, then she would just have to drop down on her, kneeling at her stomach to hug her waist and slide her arms to her hocks, then pull them in an attempt to bring her down, just like Alice taught her to do takedowns. If this went wrong, she couldn't get up herself because she didn't know how to move in oily environments, but that didn't sound so bad in her head...
Fuuka noticed that Katima seemed roughly the same size as herself. Obviously she didn't know the blonde's exact weight, but not being able to tell from a simple glance that her opponent was at least bigger than herself was something of a rarity for Fuuka. Katima had a very slim, petite frame and Fuuka thought that her opponent was rather pretty.
When Katima got oil poured on her, Fuuka noticed that the beast didn't protect her eyes like the bluenette did, tipping Fuuka off that Katima may not be as used to oil wrestling as her. Of course, the techie knew that didn't necessarily mean that Katima would be a worse or an easy wrestler, but it was still something worth taking note of.
"Oh my, quick bell," Fuuka gasped as Katima's introduction was cut off by the beginning of the match. But the blonde seemed to take it in stride and she went to the center of the ring, raised her arms, and gave a more proper greeting. "Greetings Katima, I'm Fuuka," she said, even though Katima already knew her name. "I'm afraid my tag partner appreciates being underneath another woman more than myself, but I do still hope that we can have a fun match!"
Fuuka observed that while Katima was much more capable of handling the oil compared to Momo Yamamoto, she still didn't necessarily look comfortable. Fuuka strode out towards the center to meet Katima, the oil not seeming to affect her balance at all. The bluenette kept her arms down to her body as she got close, knowing that the slickness of the oil and her affinity to it could allow her to get much closer to her opponent without being forced to commit. Even as she was only a couple steps apart from her opponent, Fuuka still trusted that she could slide and slip away if Katima made a move.
Fuuka decided that she would accept Katima's challenge to a test of strength. This wasn't something that she usually did, as the bluenette wasn't very strong even for her own size. But Fuuka could stick up to the blonde in terms of size, and Fuuka trusted that even she was a bit weaker, her advantage in her balance would be able to make up the difference. So with already only a smaller distance separating the two wrestlers, Fuuka would spring the rest of the way forward, finally bringing her arms up to meet Katima's.
But Katima wasn't going for a test of strength. As Fuuka went up, the beast tried to go down. But because Fuuka had gotten so close before raising up, Katima didn't have enough time to get down before the bluenette was on her. So Fuuka caught Katima by the wrists, and slammed her oily bust into the beast's face as a result of the blonde trying to lower herself. Once Fuuka realized what she had, she'd keep on pushing, trying to make Katima's balance give out so that she could start the match off hot with a Breast Smother Pin.
Katy's only response after her cute and confident adversary had answered her back, was a smirk accompanied by a very challenging scowl. She was sure of what she was about to do if Fuuka raised her arms to accept the invitation to the test of strength, and when that was the case. And the two ladies wrestlers were so close, the pub rep couldn't help but bend down and lower her arms to try to grab her around the waist!
However, perhaps K&K jumped the gun too soon...Because no sooner had she leaned down to start her real plan - to go for Fuuka's waist, her nostrils were caught by a bust, blocking her descent and pushing her backwards as her opponent was the one to get on top of her! And it was all so sudden and fast!
She could even hear the bounce of those big breasts.
Katima's hands found nothing to hold on to, they were clamped from her wrists; without them, she had nothing to do but back up, but her head was pushed backwards, bending her neck behind her back and consequently, her spine also had to arch to avoid the pressure Fuuka's weight exerted, and Katima felt the floor slipping away from her without a bit of friction to try to resist the fall.
From here, K&K wasn't thinking the sequence of events through, because she tried to kick back as soon as she felt she was going to fall and couldn't breathe because of the oily pair of juicy pillows put in her mouth and nose! But the oily canvas had smeared even their soles - one of the beast's legs crossed between Fuuka's legs with a slip and her entire balance depended on a single leg. A single leg that could neither rectify the angle of inclination nor cope with Fuuka's weight now.
"Gouph!? MHMHPHPHMMMMMHH!..." Katima's back slammed against the ground in a big thud as Fuuka's body took her position over hers at once, covering her perfectly while her hands were also pinned violently against the canvases thanks to the pull of the fall, and she could only splutter and shake herself lethargically! But she was not stunned!
"HMMMMP. MMHPHPHMMMMMHH!" The beast wasn't getting the start it wanted. But this was correctable!
Things had quickly taken an unexpected turn for both wrestlers, but in very different ways. For Fuuka, things had actually shaken out better than she had hoped. Not only was she pushing Katima back, but she had gotten her breasts in the blonde's face before the two had even gone to the ground. Naturally this left Katima with the short straw, having had her initial plan cut off before she could really even start it.
Regardless of who was actually stronger between the two, the position that Fuuka was pushing from was so much stronger than Katima's that the bluenette was overpowering the blonde beast with ease. She felt Katima bending beneath her, trying not to give way completely. But with no way out, Fuuka would just keep pushing until Katima went to the floor.
Fuuka assumed that Katima chose to go for a kick because she knew that she was going to lose this lockup and wanted to at least try to make something happen before she went down. A reasonable idea, but sadly for Katima, it would not succeed at disrupting Fuuka, and now with only one leg to keep herself upright, the tech head took her foe down to the mat with little resistance. Fuuka's oily breasts landed on Katima's face with a wet-sounding squelch.
Fuuka had her breasts blocking Katima's airways before, but now she had her in a proper Breast Smother, pressing the weight of her chest down on top of the blonde's face. Now she had to focus on keeping Katima where she was. Fuuka could try to establish a Grapevine to restrain the beast's legs, but that would be a task and a half considering how slick and oily everything was. So Fuuka would focus instead on maintain her control over Katima's arms.
In oil matches, one had to be especially careful about closing any feasible escape routes from holds, something that Fuuka was well aware of. With how slick everything was, the slightest oversights could provide an otherwise beaten opponent with an oily freedom. There were two ways in which Katima could try to get her arms free from Fuuka's hands; she could try to pull her hand all the way through Fuuka's grip, but as long as the bluenette didn't allow her grip to slacken, Katima's hand would probably be too big for even the oil to work its magic.
The second possibility Katima had for escape was more realistic. The weakest part of Fuuka's grip was where her thumb met the rest of her fingers, since her hand wasn't quite big enough to get all the way around the blonde's wrist. So if the caged beast kept pulling in that direction, Fuuka's grip would probably eventually slip. But Fuuka knew this, and had an adjustment in mind to counter; she would turn her hands so that her fingertips were facing the mat. So now if Katima tried to pull against the weak part of her grip, she'd be pulling her arms straight into the mat, and then with nowhere to actually go, Katima's arms would stay in Fuuka's hands. If all of Fuuka's little considerations and optimizations worked as intended, then she would be free to simply lay there and let her resting breasts do the rest.
Katima was not realising how deep she was falling in this match. She felt she had a chance to correct her initial fault. But couldn't breathe because of the oil daubing those big breasts no matter how much she shook herself to change this position.
"MMMhp!" But this could still be fixed! She just had to struggle her wrists to get out of the pincers and start really struggling to get her off of hers, but try as she might, couldn't slide her hands off - what kind of grip was Yamagishi applying?!
"GuUmck-gck-gck!" Katima was coughing and convulsing. Needing air. The last thing she could do before trying something very peculiar was to arch her chest upwards and try to use the strength of her legs โif they were still freeโ to slide Fuuka off her.
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Fuuka had successfully locked down Katima's arms, feeling the beast try to escape her trappings and fail. Having that secured, the tech lover only now shifted her focus down to their legs. She spread her legs outwards until she hit Katima's legs and hooked around them. Fuuka felt the blonde starting to try to use them to push herself free, but hopefully she would be able to stifle that.
Fuuka would stretch Katima's legs out to add a Grapevine to her Breast Smother. One would expect a Grapevine to naturally be incredibly loose when combined with oil, and it was. But if the bluenette could get Katima's legs out wide enough before she could get them free, then they would be too immobilized to take advantage of that looseness. And even if Katima was able to hit that window to escape before her legs would lock, that wouldn't mean that she had actually escaped the Breast Smother yet.
Katima was also trying to push up with her own breast into Fuuka's body, but with her arms and legs pinned down, there just wasn't enough bodily mobility for the beast to get her chest high enough to push Fuuka upwards. The most the blonde could make the bluenette move was making her shudder a bit at the sensation of the beast's mouth against Fuuka's breast through her thin spandex top as Katima searched for air. Fuuka had Katima locked down. If there was anything else she had left to try, then she had to do it soon.
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Katima found herself on the verge of rolling her eyes in the back of her head with each retch and spasm, arching her back as much as she could to make some opposition. Her legs barely managed to shake erratically - she needed to find a way to plant her feet on the slippery canvas to push herself up, perhaps then she could have slid Yamagishi off the top position and finally take a breath of the precious air those mounds would not let her take. But the attacker's legs wrapped around K&K's, spreading them open and locking them impregnably. Nothing they could do now but tremble pathetically, on display.
"Gugh, MPH..." Katima's entire body was beginning to spasms. Splashing the oil that smeared her with every involuntary beat of her body. Her eyes were on the verge of disappearing under her top eyelids. Her breasts throbbed with each spasm against Yamagishi's stomach and she could do nothing but babble incoherently while her saliva was swirling with the oil in the Spandex of her opponent's suit.
"Guo-ff..mhgh..." But she still had one card to play, her last chance.
Narrowing her eyes she controlled herself as much as she could and began to rap the canvas with her knuckles at the same time articulating a phrase she usually said in her sparrings. "Wait... ju-just... a second. P-please"
The very idea of giving up didn't go with her, that was something her manager admired as hated about her. But right now, if she could be heard, the beast would attempt a restart the match.
Fuuka officially had Katima dead to rights. It had been little more than a minute, most of which was simply the bluenette exhausting the beast's air supply after catching her, and Fuuka already had victory as good as sealed. Katima was drooling, twitching, and spasming beneath her has organized, thought out resistance gave way to the last gasps of a fading body.
If Fuuka was being honest, she was actually rather disappointed. After all, she was about to win with only a single attack. That wasn't an outcome that anybody really wanted. The crowd would feel like they hadn't gotten their money's worth for the match having gotten to see so little before it ended, Katima would no doubt feel weak and humiliated for losing so easily, and even Fuuka herself, while happy to win, had still wanted more out of the match.
Fuuka then heard something, muffled, but just barely discernable with her sharp ear; Katima had asked her captor for a moment. Is she trying to ask for mercy, since this match is no submission? Fuuka asked herself. Then, willing to let this match go a bit longer, she lifted her chest up a few precious inches off of Katima's face. Keeping her trapped in the pin, but giving her the ability to breathe again. "What is it?" she asked.
K&K was on the verge of completely rolling her eyes in the back of her headโKarisma was seconds away from losing herself under those breastsโwhen at last the pair of mountains lifted from her face. Letting her take the biggest, longest breath of air she could in her entire young career. Arching upwards as well. Feeling that warm air enter her system as her eyes watered.
Fuuka's mercy was an opportunity she couldn't waste, though in all honesty she was overwhelmed, spraying her saliva and the oil that went into her mouth as she splutters, and slow to understand what she was told.
"I-I...*guhg*...Erm..." This is embarrassing. Not only because Fuuka had full control over the situation- the Katima's legs and arms were still trapped in the grapevine hold position and all it took was for this bluenette not to like what Katima had to say and those mounds would fall on her nose again. "Well I...I'm new at this...can we have a reset? Hehe...please?" She would puff out her cheeks as a precaution.
