A slippery revenge. Fuuka Yamagishi vs Chizuru Okawa

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Even if Fuuka made the question in a obviously teasing way Chizuru could only thought about how true it was, the blunette was a different person and the punish was still absolutely unilateral, but seemed like the Rent-A-Wrestler's flail even not being the best option was doing something.

The lightweight wanted to free herself of a Chizuru's possibly comeback if she keep flailing until reaching the ropes and tried to transition her move in to am armbar, the window was really close but it was her chance, in the same second Fuuka tried it the brunette will try to roll for the oil, making her body absolutely slippery and dirty but giving her the chance to roll out of the punishment for now.

Chizuru knew it could be an absolute fail and be trapped in the armbar anyway, but she wanted to try it, she NEEDED to try it.

Yume and Yagi checked the match without believing how much Chizuru was struggling against Fuuka. There you have it, the oil princess for you all.

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Fuuka could commend Chizuru's attempt to get away, but her sliding momentum would carry her along much faster than the Rent-A-Wrestler could roll to safety. Fuuka's legs and butt collided with Chizuru's back and shoulders. Then the blunette slid her legs up over the top of Chizuru's body, around her arms, then pulled the brunette down again to her back so she could lock in the Armbar.

Fuuka's mastery of oil combined with the oil resistant nature of an Armbar meant that the Oil Queen's submission hold was locked in ironclad, as dangerous as any other Armbar applied in a dry ring. Fuuka's calves rested upon Chizuru's breasts as the Lightweight thrust her hips up into the the trapped elbow to apply pressure. The Rent-A-Wrestler's best option was to try to drag and slide the two of them to the ropes. But just like before, Fuuka would have time to react and adjust. At most, Chizuru could try to by herself another window by making Fuuka switch holds again. Not a promising outlook.

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Rolling in the oil made Chizuru to went really fast but no one is called the princess of something for no reason and Fuuka showed it once again out speeding her opponent and receiving her with her butt at legs achieving this way her goal in the first place to look Chizuru in a armbar.

"Aaaaaaagghh..."

The Rent-A-Wrestler was growling in pain once again trapped in her opponent's move, she could try to once again move to the ropes but at that point she was sure the kightw will find the way to trap her again before she could fight back, the brune needed to find something more.

Last fight the obvious path she followed to win was the strength one but this time It will be harder..
But maybe not impossible.

Chizuru was trapped in the armbar and had one of her arms trapped, but not the other one..
It wasn't the best part of the body to punish but she needed to try something. "T-Take this!!"

The Rent-A-Wrestler started to punch and nail Fuuka's legs trying to made herself free or in the worse case at least damage the blunette.

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Fuuka's Armbar had Chizuru reeling as she struggled to do something about it. Chizuru seemed to come to the same conclusion that Fuuka had about trying to reach the ropes. Even still, just forcing the blunette to do something different might still be the best way to try and stop her domination. But that wasn't the path that the Rent-A-Wrestler was choosing. Not yet, at least.

Instead, Chizuru was trying to escape right here and now by Targeting Fuuka's legs. There wasn't a whole ton she could do though. Maybe a frailer wrestler could be pressured off by pounding their shin, but not a wrestler like Fuuka who relied on her durability as her strength. She knew full well that her legs would be able to take this punishment for well beyond the time it would take for Chizuru's arm to cry mercy.

But then something interesting happened, something Fuuka had all but predicted earlier. With all the oil involved, Chizuru's hands were often sliding off of Fuuka's legs after hitting them. Eventually, after one of Chizuru's more open handed tries, her hand slipped off of Fuuka's leg, caught on her bikini, and then the momentum of Chizuru's swing caused the brunette's bikini to be pulled off her breasts by her own hand. Now the only thing covering Chizuru's chest where Fuuka's legs laying on top of them. The very ones putting her in an Armbar in the first place.

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Chizuru's strikes stopped all of sudden, not because it was her limit, or because she understood how useless was to try to get free by hitting the blunette legs, it was something worse... Something important enough to made the Rent-A-Wrestler forget for some seconds of the pain Fuuka was applying to her with the armbar.

The brunette bikini was the only victim of her strikes, her new and beautiful bikini leaves her chest letting it alone and naked now only being covered by Fuuka's legs.

"Aaaaaaahhg... aa-NOOOOOOO!!!!"

The mix of pain and embarrassment was more than Chizuru could handle and this time the fear of Fuuka trying a new move in answer of her dragging both girls to the ropes was irrelevant, she needed to get the ropes and protect her now free and big chest.

With all the strength she had an a bit more the Rent-A-Wrestler started to drag both bodies to her new objective.

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Fuuka wasn't going to gloat, taunt, or give Chizuru an "I told you so" after the Rent-A-Wrestler lost her top. Rather she felt pity, since she knew that Chizuru didn't know about how oil matches affected clothing. After stripping herself, Chizuru flew into a panic, abandoning all attempts to break out of the Armbar to instead drag the two of them to the ropes.

Chizuru's top fell against her body and was dragged along with the two of them as the brunette crawled for the ropes. The bikini was on the opposite side of Chizuru's body that Fuuka was, so the blunette couldn't see it to warn her. So when Chizuru did make it to the ropes, she was also close enough to the edge of the ring that she ending up pushing her oily top out of the ring and onto the arena floor below, making it lost to her for the rest of the match.

Rather than continuing to push, Fuuka let go of her Armbar and backed off as she stood up. In fact, she was planning to help Chizuru get her bikini back so that she could redress in peace. But as Fuuka looked around, she couldn't spot it. "Um, where did. . . your bikini go?" she said. "Did you already pick it back up?"

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Her clumsy and desperate attempt to reach the ropes were enough for her to save herself of the armbar but the price she paid for it was more than she expected, at first she thought Fuuka was making a joke trying to scare her in a friendly way before grabbing her bikini and restart their fight but when Chizuru finally turned to look at the ring the true showed herself.

"Y...yeah... It's... it's not here.. haha..."

She tried to accept the truth as soon as possible z accepting she lost her new bikini and accepting she'll fight topless against Fuuka until the match ended, that's it... Topless.... Toopl...

"Aaaahh!!"

When she noticed about the current situation she quickly hide her big boobs behind her arms, but fighting like that was impossible, the Rent-A-Wrestler's face was totally red not only for the current situation but accepting what will come next. After some seconds of absolute despair she slowly moved her arms letting her big chest totally naked and visible to everyone. "It is what it is
... Sorry Fuuka, I'm ready..."

Meanwhile Yume could only facepalm herself not believing what she saw.

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Fuuka had known that Chizuru's bravado against the possibility of being stripped was a complete bluff from the moment she heard it, but the blunette never wanted to see the Rent-A-Wrestler become so figuratively and literally exposed. What Fuuka hated most was that there really wasn't anything she could do about it to help Chizuru. Strip her own top in solidarity, maybe. But it wasn't as if that would make the brunette less embarrassed.

Once Chizuru was able to process and accept her situation, Fuuka would at least try to give her some words of encouragement, "If it helps at all, you really do have an amazing pair." In the crowd, Chiaki's expression clearly showed agreement with Fuuka, as she imagined herself being smothered by the now exposed chest.

As for the match, Fuuka would stay in place. Chizuru had said she was ready, but the Lightweight would let the Rent-A-Wrestler restart the fighting on her terms, by giving her the chance to attack.

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The Rent-A-Wrestler was still convincing herself about don't hiding her chest again when the blunette comment arrived to her, Chizuru didn't know if it was because of the tone Fuuka used or because after a fight and a half she started to feel really comfortable in the same ring as her but instead of blushing or steeping back the brunette bursted in laugh. "Hahahahahaha!! T...Thanks Fuuka... I like your body to you're incredibly cute, even if I win in that part."

Chizuru looked at her own chest this time without embarrassment and put her attention on Fuuka once again.

"Sorry about that, let's keep this fight, Oil Princess"

Chizuru had her confidence back and she wanted to use all of this on her favour, sliding by the ring with the intention to catch the lightweight with a naked chest smother. She wanted her top back but until she could grab it in the end of the match she will take advantage of the situation!

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"Heh, glad you think so," Fuuka said. "And I'm glad to hear that you seem to be feeling better." With that, the fighting would properly start back up. Chizuru wanted to use her now bared chest as a weapon, leading with it as she charged in at Fuuka. But the blunette wasn't going to let her. Seeing Chizuru's chest coming at her head, she would lean it back as she swung her fist forward for a gut shot, looking to have the Rent-A-Wrestler slide belly first into her punch.

If Fuuka's punch connected, she would slip in behind Chizuru and hook both her arms under the Rent-A-Wrestler's own, put her into a Full Nelson, and then pull back so they would both end up on the mat. The Oil Queen would then hook her legs around Chizuru's thighs to control and spread her legs. Deliberately positioning herself directly beneath a known Breast Smother threat like Chizuru had the potential to get risky. But Fuuka knew that oil matches were all about control, and right now she had control over all four of her opponent's limbs. Plus, while it wasn't anything that Fuuka had considered or intended, a hold like this would be especially pleasing to the crowd when its victim was bare chested and oiled up like Chizuru was now.