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

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"Good goddamn riddance!" Yukari called after Ayame as she was finally forced out of the arena by security. Her interference for Fumie had not been a welcome presence for the actress. Even if it hadn't been near enough to give the little gremlin any real odds at winning, the larger gremlin, as Yukari had come to dub her, had still been a massively annoying presence in this match.

Now Yukari could finally put her full attention back onto Fumie, whom the model saw, and then immediately felt, to be motorboating her crotch. "Nnngh!" Yukari moaned as her back arched and her head tilted back. Her thighs tightened their squeeze around Fumie's head as a result of the stimulation, locking it into place.

"Now, what to do with you," said Yukari as she looked down at the women trapped between her legs. "I could pay you back for the crotch shot. I remember you not being flexible, maybe one of my Feather Arrows? Or maybe I just cut your fun completely and put you down with the most simple and basic three count imaginable." Yukari then shifted her body so that Fumie's mouth wasn't getting smothered down into her crotch. "What do you think, Fumie? Any preference on how you get handled? I know you like getting up close and personal with my body."

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     It seemed like Fumie's attempted deception was unnecessary: Yukari did not seem to give it much mind. Fumie could not help but feel a little disappointed about the wasted effort. However, there was no time to dwell on her disappointment as Yukari soon started to speak. Yukari suggested two possibilities to the orange-haired gremlin: an anti-climactic end to the match, or being subjected to a so-called "Feather Arrow". Fumie raised an eyebrow. That was not the first time that Yukari had mentioned a submission by that name. However, the nature of this set of moves was unknown as this was Yukari's first wrestling match. In essence, Fumie had no idea what a "Feather Arrow" was.
     The gears in Fumie's head revved up, spinning at full throttle for several moments before settling down. Ultimately, there was insufficient information to make a proper conclusion—the best Fumie was able to come up with was that "Feather Arrows" might have been variants of the bow-and-arrow hold on account of the name. Given how Yukari's character, Feather Pink, used a bow and arrow, having such holds in her arsenal would be thematically on-point for her. However, Fumie knew that she could easily be grasping at straws here. A small fire was lit in the hacker girl's heart—she had to know whether she was right or not.
     With her mouth now unimpeded, Fumie spoke up. "Before I answer that, I have a question." Fumie paused for a moment. "Are your 'Feather Arrows' bow-and-arrow holds? You've never used those moves publicly before." The orange-haired girl would wait silently for Yukari's answer.

     Regardless of Yukari's answer, Fumie would continue speaking once Yukari was done replying. "Anyways... you've been holding back the entire match," the little gremlin would say in a calm voice. "Why don't you show the fans what you can actually do?" The orange-haired girl went silent. Then, she realized that she had forgotten to answer Yukari's question. "Oh! Uh... one of the 'Feather Arrows' would be nice."

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"That's correct. My Feather Arrows are Bow and Arrow Holds," said Yukari as she looked down upon Fumie's form as the orange haired Lightweight lay trapped between the model's legs. Then the gremlin called out the obvious, that Yukari had been using less than her full physical ability to fight Fumie, and then tried to egg the actress on.

Yukari raised an eyebrow at Fumie's challenge. "I sincerely doubt your body can handle that, but if you want it, then sure thing," she said as she used her legs to pull Fumie further up on top of her. Yukari then pulled her knees up to her chest and laid Fumie across them, a hand under her chin and around one of the hacker's ankles.

Yukari would begin with a Standard Bow and Arrow, but only momentarily to make sure she had everything as it should be before making the transition into her Final Feather Arrow. Shifting her right leg to plant her foot right into the middle of Fumie's back, the brunette would then extend her leg, up and up until it was fully stretched out. Bending Fumie's body in half over her foot as Yukari pulled down on her chin and ankle with all her strength. "Here's what I can really do. What do you think?"

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     Correctly guessing what sort of move the "feather arrows" were made Fumie feel like Sherlock-fucking-Holmes. Sure, she knew damn well that it was all guesswork predicated on a tenuous connection—the sort of unsound conjecture that could have easily ended up deadass wrong—but the feeling was still there. Fumie, however, was in the middle of a match, and thus did not have the time to revel in her frivolous victory.
     Fumie's subsequent challenge was met with skeptical acceptance from her stronger opponent. Conflicting feelings of satisfaction and dread washed over the orange-haired girl, mingling together to form an odd superposition of feelings. On the one hand, the little masochist wanted to be tormented, rendered helpless as her body was abused in front of a roaring crowd. But pain was still pain, unpleasant no matter how one cut it, and she had just invited Yukari to go out.
     This sense of dread only grew as Yukari pulled Fumie on top of her. Feeling her opponent's knees pressing under her back sent a chill radiating from the top of Fumie's head and down her spine, contrasting with the warm touch she felt from Yukari's grips on her ankle and chin. Her entire body tensed up and her breathing hastened, the entirety of her mind focused on the imminent pain.
     The onset of the submission was heralded by a sharp hiss and gritted teeth. It felt like she was a bow being strung, tension growing in her spine as her body was forcibly flexed into a slight curve. She took deep, forceful breaths, trying to keep calm under the pressure. A grimace grew on her face as her eyes began to tear up. Part of her wanted to quit right then. But instead of submitting, Fumie continued to take deep breaths, hoping to hold on for longer.
     Fumie felt a transient, subtle reprieve when Yukari shifted her right knee off of her back. It was an unexpected sensation, feeling the hold slightly loosen up. The sort of sensation that could have instantly been mistaken for a boon, an act of mercy, by a clearer mind. But hope was slow, and fear was fast. The moment Yukari's right foot touched her back, Fumie's heart dropped, her mind instantly comprehending the danger.
     Searing pain exploded in Fumie's body like the sharp attack on an accented note. The sudden onset of agony forced Fumie to let out a martelé-like cry, which quickly settled into a droning whimper. Her back was wrenched into an excruciating curve, arched past its normal limits by the powerful extension of Yukari's right leg. Fumie felt as if every muscle in her back was knotting up, threatening to tear themselves asunder with their own force. It felt like each vertebrae and disk in her spine was bearing a two-ton weight, on the verge of being crushed. And her front felt like it was about to be torn apart, its muscles nearly stretched to failure.
     Tears began to flow out of the corners of Fumie's eyes and down her cheek. Her eyes were squeezed shut, depriving her of sight and leaving joint-rending agony as her main sensation. Even though Yukari was not choking her directly, the presence of Yukari's hand under her chin and the sheer force of the hold left Fumie feeling like her airway was being constricted. Her breathing devolved into sputters, gasps, and coughs as a sense of lightheadedness fell upon her. Each time the orange-haired girl inhaled, the hold seemed to get tighter—but each time she exhaled, she felt no relief. It felt as if she was on a rack, with each turn of the ratchet inexorably tightening the hold.
     Fumie's heart pounded in her ears, like a metronome underpinning her symphony of terror played presto agitato

"Presto agitato" in music denotes that one should play at a really fast tempo in an agitated manner. The typical beats-per-minute associated with "presto" would correspond to a high heart rate.

. Her nerves screamed out to her, warning her mind that her body was about to break. Terror weighed down on her chest as her head continued to spin. Blood-curdling screams interspersed with cacophonous coughs and choking noises filled the air, completely out-of-sync with the thrashing of her body. Each struggling movement of the orange-haired girl's body sent tears flying off her face and onto the mat below. But every movement was punished by a fresh wave of pain, while the hold remained steadfast. With each twist of her body, Fumie could feel her vertebra nearly being ripped apart. Her arms swung around, hands grasping wildly for something to save her. She grabbed at the empty air around her and at the hand underneath her chin, only for her hands to find no purchase at all.
     Rational thought had long since left the orange-haired girl's mind, its last vestiges being banished the moment Yukari started applying her Final Feather Arrow. All that was left was a disordered farrago of primal emotions. Anguish from the pain formed a distressing backdrop. Terror from an instinctual sense of self-preservation formed a forcing impetus to act. A simple submission could have saved Fumie from her torment, but frenetic and ineffectual struggling was all her mind could manage.
     The screaming and thrashing was eventually supplanted by labored breathing and feeble wriggling. A sense of heaviness completely enveloped Fumie's body, making every facet of her feel like lead. She could still feel the pain, but it seemed distant. Unlocalized and unreal. Tears continued to flow freely from the orange-haired girl's eyes, running down her cheeks in rivulets and dripping onto the mat. Her heart continued to beat rapidly, each thump echoing in her ear.
     Fumie's addled mind felt like it was stuck in a dream—a last-ditch effort by her psyche to protect her from this abject anguish. Everything, from her emotions to her pain, felt less sharp and more bearable. For the first time since the submission began, Fumie opened her eyes. She was greeted with blinding light, the sort that envelops one's vision. Several blinks cleared the tears from her eyes, allowing her to see the individual lights above her. Fumie's right arm extended upwards towards the lights, as if trying to grab at them. At that moment, the lights were all she could focus on.
     One light. Two lights.
     With each light she counted, Fumie could feel her consciousness continue to slip away. Somehow, it felt like she was falling into a deep sleep, even though her current reality already felt like a dream. Fumie tried to count a third light, but it slipped through her fingers, escaping conscious acknowledgement. Her eyelids fell shut and her arm dropped down, flopping down to her side. The rest of her muscles went limp an instant later, and that was the last sensation that Fumie felt before falling unconscious.

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The moment Yukari locked in her Final Feather Arrow, Fumie began screaming, crying, and flailing. The actress assumed that she would have tapped out almost immediately, especially once she saw the gremlin's reaction. But for whatever reason, Fumie wasn't doing so. It wasn't a problem for Yukari, she was certain her leg could outlast the smaller woman's endurance, but she was somewhat concerned about Fumie staying in this until her back broke in half.

Fumie's screaming got quieter and more choked as Yukari's grip and the angle of her body reduced the airflow to her lungs. Her flailing turned into squirming as the adrenaline from the initial shot of pain wore off and left only Fumie's weakness behind. Even still, the submission never came. Fumie passed out, going limp in the model's grip as the referee immediately rushed in to put an end to this.

Yukari lowered Fumie's unconscious form to the mat and rose to her feet. It had been one hell of a debut as a pro wrestler. One that honestly didn't feel like it was worth celebrating, as she just stood there looking down at the smaller woman with her hands on her hips. It felt less like she'd fought another wrestler and more like she'd been roughhousing with some little cousin at a family cookout. After being announced as the winner, Yukari exited the ring, and then the arena to roaring applause.

Winner by KO: Yukari Takeba