Fuuka Yamagishi vs Rebecca Blue (d): A Slippery Debut

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Fuuka didn't get a direct response to her question, but Rebecca screaming out for God as a result of Fuuka's Figure Four Leglock was a pretty clear answer nonetheless. The blonde did start by trying to roll over onto her stomach, but quickly discovered what the oil specialist already knew about the slippery substance serving as a significant detriment to accomplishing that.

To Rebecca's credit, her next idea seemed to be the ropes, rather than trying to pointlessly pound and pry at Fuuka's legs. Even then, with the bluenette acting as an anchor, Rebecca wouldn't be able to just slide and glide her way to freedom. Rather the opposite was true, as the oil could give the blonde a troublesome time with getting a solid grip on the mat to push herself towards the ropes.

But Rebecca would manage to reach the ropes before too long. The Figure Four Leglock was very painful, but it left the attack with little way of stopping the victim from getting to the ropes once they started going for them. Fuuka released her hold and stood up without issue. She backed off a step, giving Rebecca her obligatory moment to recover after the rope break.

But once that moment was up, Fuuka would go right back in. She'd go body to body into Rebecca, wrapping her arms around the rookie as they slid against the ropes. Fuuka could feel Rebecca's leaves giving out against her latex top as their chests collided together. She'd forgotten about it until she felt the foliage crumbling against her, but Rebecca said it was okay, so the bluenette paid it little thought. If Rebecca couldn't stop Fuuka, then the tech head would use the rebound from the ropes to lift the blonde up and then slam her backwards with a Belly To Belly Suplex.

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The feeling of the ropes in her hand sent a wave of relief through Rebecca. Although the hold hadn't lasted all that long in reality, it felt like ages. As Fuuka let go of her legs, Rebecca used the ropes to get herself back to her feet. She'd only taken a couple moves so far but this was unlike anything she'd done before. No sooner had Rebecca made it back to her feet and Fuuka already began her next attack.

Fuuka swept in and wrapped Rebecca up pressing their bodies together. As she did that Rebecca's chest was squeezed against Fuuka essentially bursting any remaining integrity of her top. Some of the pieces began falling to the floor. It didn't matter what move Fuuka was planning, Rebecca's top was going to be a casualty this time.

Shocked by Fuuka's near immediate follow up, Rebecca's mind was racing. What is she going for? How can I counter? but Rebecca was going to learn there isn't time to think like that in the ring. Whatever Fuuka had in mind was going to hurt.

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After Fuuka slammed Rebecca down for her Belly To Belly Suplex, she could see the leaves from the blonde's bikini falling through the air onto the floor. Yep, that's gone, Fuuka thought as she looked down at her opponent who laid with her head towards the bluenette. Fuuka then thrust herself forwards, looking to land on top of Rebecca chest first to put her into an oily Breast Smother.

But the Breast Smother was just a momentary stop, something to distract Rebecca while Fuuka moved to her true intention. She thrust herself forward again, now laying completely on top of Rebecca, Fuuka would try to lock the rookie into a Reverse Headscissors, then pull her legs in to force Rebecca's head up into her oiled up ass to combo it with a Stinkface Smother. To finish, Fuuka would then hook her arms around Rebecca's thighs and pull them back, pinning the blonde's legs against her body so that Rebecca couldn't use them to escape.

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The impact from the belly to belly suplex rocked Rebecca leaving her in a daze. Not only was she left dazed, but the scrapping against Fuuka and the impact left just a few pieces of her top laying around. Much to the crowds pleasure, Rebecca was left topless and dazed in the ring. Despite the ass kicking she was taking, at the very least she gained a few fans just by having her chest exposed in her first match.

There was no time to rest and recover as Fuuka already had her hands on her. Fuuka had Rebecca tied up in a reverse head scissor with her head shoved in Fuuka's ass. Rebecca had been caught in a few mounted guillotine's during her time in MMA that made it hard to breath, but this was a new level of suffocating.

With her legs also wrapped up by Fuuka, there was no way to get good leverage to break away. The only thing free that Rebecca could use were her hands. Ordinarily you would fight hands to keep holds in MMA from sinking in, but Rebecca wasn't going to be able to break the hold of Fuuka's legs. The only real option in Rebecca's mind was to find some part of Fuuka's body to strike to see if she could get the hold released. The best spot she could reach was Fuuka's side, so she felt for Fuuka's waste and started throwing strikes to side of Fuuka's abdomen. Anything to get the pressure relieved and breath some fresh air.

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Fuuka both heard and felt the oily squelch come from behind as she pressed Rebecca's face further into her ass crack, and the bluenette knew that she had her locked in deep. Fuuka's belief was justified when Rebecca started trying to pound away at her midsection, admitting that she had no other way out aside from just trying to swing and hope it made Fuuka let go.

Even Rebecca's one way to try to escape wasn't incredibly effective. The former MMA fighter was punching into a very durable opponent, and she was working with very little leverage on account of being stuck underneath Fuuka. The oil queen wouldn't be incredibly surprised if she could knock Rebecca out with this hold alone.

However, Fuuka wasn't sure if she actually wanted to do that. Even if she could take Rebecca's punches without letting up, it wasn't if she particularly enjoyed having a fist repeatedly thud into her side. So, Fuuka would sit up, pulling Rebecca's legs up along with her. Then the bluenette would try to flip the blonde over onto her stomach, plant her knee on Rebecca's back, and then use both arms to pull one leg around her shoulders to lock the rookie into a Stretch Muffler.

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After Fuuka released Rebecca from the stinkface smother, she took a deep breath as soon as she was able. She wasn't sure if her punches had been effective, or if Fuuka released her of her own free will. Either way, Rebecca was just happy to have some fresh air to breath. This was essentially turning into an instructional video on how to oil wrestle with Rebecca as the unfortunate practice dummy.

It seemed as though the punches had little effect on Fuuka because like machine Fuuka had Rebecca in another compromising submission hold. After a couple breaths Rebecca was on her stomach with her leg over Fuuka's shoulders and sharp knee in her back. Although Rebecca was happy to breath once again, there was sharp pain coming from her leg that had her gritting her teeth. Once again Rebecca was faced with a decision on how to get out of a submission with essentially no grip.

Since Rebecca could at least see and breath she had a better chance to get out of this hold than the previous one. She had at least one free leg so she tried throwing kicks Fuuka's way to see if she could connect solid enough to have the hold released. Rebecca was no stranger to submissions, but she had never practiced against anything like what Fuuka was throwing at her. In addition the oil was unknown territory in an MMA gym. She thought MMA training would give her a better foundation, but in this scenario her training was nearly useless.

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Fuuka was outwrestling Rebecca rather handily, putting on a clinical performance against the now topless rookie. From chokehold to submission, Fuuka transitioned from Reverse Headscissor to Stretch Muffler in a manner as smooth as their oiled up bodies. As The tech lover stretched the MMA fighter's leg, all Rebecca could seem to do with that training was flail around her other leg in a way that made no progress to escaping.

"Um, you seem rather outmatched Rebecca. Are you certain you wish to keep continuing?" Fuuka asked as she continued to stretch out the blonde. Fuuka kept hold of the Stretch Muffler as she awaited an answer. She could probably switch to something else again if she wanted, but there wasn't really much reason to. Maybe if Fuuka wanted to gift Rebecca an opportunity to slip free, but otherwise, there was little reason for Fuuka to do anything else but sit their with her knee on Rebecca's back and pulling the rookie's leg around her neck. She didn't want to really kick things up if Rebecca couldn't handle Fuuka's more basic holds.

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As Fuuka continued to wrench on her leg, Rebecca was feeling a little discouraged getting her ass kicked like this. She had hoped to give a better account of herself during her debut. However, going from a typical gym mat and octagon floor to a ring with oil everywhere was bound to cause her issues. Going topless wasn't the end of the world either. Given Rebecca's tendency to flaunt her body it was only a matter of time before her breasts were knocked clean out of one of her tops in a match.

With Fuuka's question, Rebecca wasn't going to let it go unanswered. She gritted her teeth for another few seconds before taking a couple breaths. "I may be outmatched, but if you want to win you'll have to put me out cold! I'll keep coming back!" Rebecca always had a no quit attitude, and she intended to continue with it here. She had always elected to go out on her shield rather than tap out like some of her idols in MMA. Rebecca would push through until she was left spread eagle on the mat unable to offer resistance.

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Hmm, maybe I should've just held the Headscissor then, Fuuka thought after she heard Rebecca proclaim that she'd rather get knocked out than submit. "Very well then. If that's what you wish, then let's see how it will play out," Fuuka eventually said as she began processing how to use this new information.

If Rebecca wouldn't stop until she was KOed, or at least pinned, since the match would still be stopped at that point, then that did mean that Fuuka now had a reason to transition out of the Stretch Muffler. Of course, she didn't have to do that immediately, as her submission was still doing meaningful damage. But it did get the bluenette thinking more deeply about a next move.

"Oh, that could work," Fuuka muttered to herself as a plan began to form. She would take one arm off of Rebecca's leg, releasing some pressure but not letting go, and bend forward to reach the blonde's arm and grab it by the shoulder. Then the bluenette would release Rebecca's leg as she slid herself up and across the rookie's back.

As Fuuka got closer to Rebecca's arm that she was targeting, she would slide her grip up to the wrist, and bring her other hand there as well. Sitting on the topless blonde's shoulder with her crotch pressing into Rebecca's upper arm with a leg on either side, Fuuka would use her grip to pull it back and down into her chest, looking to lock the MMA fighter into a Reverse Armbar.

But Fuuka wasn't quite done yet. She had one of her legs resting underneath Rebecca's chin, and she was going to make use of it. The bluenette would hook her leg up around the rookie's throat, and begin squeezing it to choke her, adding a Headscissor element to her Reverse Armbar that was more than capable of satisfying Rebecca's requirement of being knocked out.

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With the attack continuing on her leg Rebecca was thinking about another rope break attempt. However, as she prepped herself to do it she felt a slight release of pressure from Fukka’s hold. The slight relief was welcome news, but this was followed by a firm grasp of her left shoulder.

Like a precision instrument Fuuka released her leg hold and slid up Rebecca’s bare oil slicked back basically pinning her to the With her arm now isolated, Rebecca realized the danger. Armbars were always a massive threat in MMA. A regular armbar she could at least begin to work against but the gap between MMA and LAW became even more apparent.

The thought of getting choked in addition to an armbar never crossed Rebecca’s mind as Fuuka’s leg slipped under her chin. Realizing it too late Rebecca knew this could be it. “Oh shit…ghhhjghhg” Rebecca could only mutter a couple words before the choke set in. This was about the worst position Rebecca could have found herself in.