Schoolgirls clash in the ring vol. 2 - Barbara vs. Fuuka!

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Barbara's butt smashes soon weakened Fuuka to the point where the idol thought she could worm her way out of the full nelson. Before Barbara did so though, the idol wanted to make sure Fuuka was well and truly devastated, so she raised her hips up one last time to bring them down with extra force. "GAH!" But it was the idol who yelled out in pain, as her hips smashed into Fuuka's knee, sending a shockwave through her tailbone all the way up her spine! The impact left Barbara feeling all numb with pain as Fuuka took advantage of the opening she created to re-establish her hold.

"Nnngh!" Barbara groaned as Fuuka sat her up, wrapping her legs around the idol's slim waist and squeezing down. Now Barbara was in a far worse position than before. Fuuka could easily take advantage of her in this position, from squeezing her to stripping her to groping and humiliating her, the possibilities were endless. But, as Barbara waited, the girl did none of those things.

That left Barbara feeling quite confused. "Why isn't she... Ohhhh!" Barbara thought, realizing that Fuuka might be too embarrassed, or too honorable, to do those naughty things Barbara would have done. That gave Barbara another devious idea for trying to break free from her opponent's hold.

"Hehe, what's the matter Fuuka?" Barbara taunted, "You hear the crowd, go ahead and strip me!" She began wiggling her hips back and forth, rubbing her butt against Fuuka's crotch to tease the cutie. "Are you scared?"

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Fuuka expected the crowd to get a bit antsy when she stuck with her simple hold that was based more in proper technique rather than tailoring it for erotic viewing pleasure. What she was less prepared for was Barbara seemingly being excited to get stripped. Fuuka successfully repressed a small moan as the idol rubbed up between her legs with the little bit of movement she could muster from her lower body.

"Not scared, that just isn't how I like fighting," said Fuuka. "You on the other hand, seem to hold the concept of public nudity in rather high regard. I guess I can give them a leg spread if you and the crowd want it." Fuuka let go of her scissor, shifting to hook her legs around the backs of Barbara's knees. After which the bluenette would pull and spread them as far apart as she could, stretching the idol's thighs and crotch while also exposing her panties to anyone lucky enough to be in the right section of the crowd.

"But stripping you is a bit trickier," said Fuuka. "I know you're stronger than me, so keeping your arms restrained like this is really important. I'd have to figure out how to get your shirt off without giving you a chance to slap, grab, or punch me." The smaller wrestler examined her position a bit more before speaking again, "But I think I might have something."

Fuuka would start by pulling her right elbow in, which would bring Barbara's right arm along with it. As a side effect, the idol's head would temporarily get pulled over to the left. Then once Barbara's arm was as far over as Fuuka needed it to be, she would take her left hand off of the back of the idol's neck and instead use it to grab Barbara's arm by her bicep. And then Fuuka's right arm would release so it could go down to the hem of the idol's shirt.

Fuuka was making this up as she went. She doubted that "inventing" was the right word, as somebody must have thought of this before. But if it did exist, Fuuka sure didn't know about it. It was best described as a variant of a Half Nelson that traded away having any pressure at all on the victim's neck in exchange for being able to restrain both of their arms with just one of Fuuka's own arms. All for the purpose of giving her a free hand to go after Barbara's shirt with.

If her move actually worked, Fuuka would pull Barbara's shirt up until it got up to the idol's shoulders, where the presence of Fuuka's own arm would begin to cause problems. Due to her height, Fuuka would not be able to tell if the breasts she was exposing were bare or bra covered. Next the bluenette would hold Barbara's shirt as high up as she could, and now came the risk. There'd be a window for Barbara. It'd be small, less than a half second, but the idol would have her arms free for that tiny moment to disrupt this before Fuuka could restrain them again. As quick as she could, Fuuka would let go of Barbara's arm, grab her shirt with both hands and yank up.

But Fuuka wouldn't pull Barbara's shirt all the way off. She'd pull it up past her head and then stop, using the idol's own top to trap her, as the shirt would cover Barbara's eyes and hold her arms pointing straight up. Then as quickly as she could, Fuuka would go back and relock Barbara into proper Full Nelson. Further restraining the idol's arms to make it more difficult for Barbara to shake the shirt either off or back down onto her body. If Fuuka's maneuver succeeded, she'd have Barbara just as, if not a little more trapped than she was before. As well as exposing her panties, breasts, and armpits in the process. Just like Barbara asked for.

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"Hey, you can't say that about me! I'm a sweet innocent idol!" Barbara protested in response to Fuuka's words, though not even she truly believed a word she was saying. Fuuka was right after all, though what she left out was that Barbara didn't hold her own nudity in high regard so much as she enjoyed stripping her opponents nude! It seemed though that the tables were getting turned on her, as Fuuka made her move.

"Uwah!" the idol gasped as Fuuka forced her legs apart in a wide splits, making her skirt ride up and revealing to everyone watching her surprisingly innocent cotton panties. Fuuka tried to maneuver Barbara's arms around as well to help in lifting up her shirt. The idol almost wanted to laugh a little at Fuuka's struggles. She even helped the cutie along a bit, purposefully moving her body with Fuuka's motion and bringing her arms closer together so that Fuuka could grab them with one hand.

As Fuuka began lifting her shirt up though, Barbara planned her countermove. She would let Fuuka lift her shirt all the way up over her breasts, exposing the also rather innocent-looking plain white bra she wore, before making her move. She knew at this point Fuuka would have to let go to keep on going, so when Fuuka's grip finally slipped, her hands suddenly shot back and grabbed the back of Fuuka's head. With a wide grin on her face, the idol yanked Fuuka's head forward, slamming her chin against the idol's shoulder in a stunner! Of course, the move lacked the falling momentum of a real stunner, but it ought to be enough to leave Fuuka dazed and give Barbara a chance to get the cutie off her back.

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Fuuka knew that there was a small gap in her attack, but she believed that it was small enough that Barbara wouldn't be able to capitalize. There wouldn't be enough time for the idol to recognize her arms were free, think of a way to counter, and then actually carry out her counterattack. The only way Barbara could have the time to do that is if she predicted her arms coming free before it happened.

Unfortunately for Fuuka, that was exactly what Barbara did. The moment Fuuka's arm released the Half Nelson, Barbara's hands were around the bluenette's chin. "Gah!" Fuuka yelped as her chin was smashed down into the idol's shoulder. Momentarily stunned, Fuuka slumped forward, her chin hanging over Barbara's shoulder, her body leaning on the idol's back, and her legs loosing their hold on Barbara's leg.

One more thing also happened as a result of Fuuka's daze. Her hands lost their grip on Barbara's shirt and dropped down right onto the idol's breasts. It was completely accidental, and Fuuka wasn't even groping Barbara's chest. Her hands just brushed open palmed against the idol's soft pillows before laying to rest on them. Regaining her senses, Fuuka took note of the situation, "I'd apologize, but I'm pretty sure you both don't really care, and are about to do a lot worse back to me."

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Stunning Fuuka created more than enough space for the idol to squirm out of her hold. The cutie's hands fell onto Barbara's breasts, resting on them and making the idol blush. "Hey! You can't touch an idol there!" Barbara said, hands shooting up and grabbing Fuuka's to pull them off her breasts. Fuuka had some smart words for Barbara, which made the idol feel rather annoyed.

"I like you better when you're quiet!" The idol snapped back. She turned, sending an elbow back right at Fuuka's solar plexus,.aiming to bury the point of the bone deep into the small cutie's body, hoping to spear the air out of her. She would add some extra cruelty to the move as she drove backwards, attempting to spear Fuuka into the mats as well, falling on top of her with her weight to really drive the point in.

Once Barbara had Fuuka all breathless, she would move to the next phase of her attack. The idol would turn and straddle Fuuka's body, getting into a full mount. It would look like she was going to ground and pound, but that wasn't Barbara's style. Instead, she would plant her feet, then jump upwards, attempting to drop her tushy down hard on Fuuka's chest and face in a humiliating butt blast, ending in a sexy smother underneath the idol's cotton panty covered crotch!

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"Guh!" gasped Fuuka when Barbara's elbow shot into her stomach. "Agh!" she moaned when idol drove her body into the mat. Fuuka was then mounted by Barbara, unable to force the blonde off before the idol followed up on her counterattack. Barbara jumped forward and squashed Fuuka's breast against her body with a butt drop before sliding forward and covering the nose and mount of the bluenette with her crotch.

"Mmphf!" was all the could be heard from Fuuka as the taste of cotton inserted itself into her mouth. She tried to kick and squirm, but to no avail. Fuuka was stuck beneath the heavier Barbara. If she wanted to get out of this before the idol suffocated the smaller wrestler into unconsciousness, then Fuuka would have to find a more creative solution to escape.

Fuuka had her hands grabbing and pushing at Barbara's thighs and stomach, but came up with something that may be more useful for them to do. Fuuka would grab Barbara by the front of her skirt and try to yank the idol forward. If it worked, Barbara would fall onto her stomach just past Fuuka's head, and the smaller wrestler would attempt to capitalize by getting onto the idol's back and locking her into a Camel Clutch.

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Barbara grinned as she sat on Fuuka's chest, putting the cutie in a sexy schoolgirl facesit smother. She took a moment to strike a cute pose for the crowd, raising two fingers and framing her eye as she winked at the camera, sticking out her tongue to tease the crowd. The audience responded with a roar of approval. Unfortunately for Barbara she couldn't stay on top for long, as Fuuka suddenly grabbed her skirt, yanking forward while pushing up to unbalance her!

"Uwah!" Barbara gasped, falling forward and barely catching herself on her hands. Fuuka was out in an instant, scrambling to get onto the idol's back once again. "Ugh! Get off of me you little monkey!" Barbara snapped. No doubt Fuuka was going to try and pin her on the ground, but Barbara was not going to let that happen!

Unlike what Fuuka had expected, Barbara did not fall flat on her stomach, winding up on her hands and knees. This gave the idol an opportunity to get up, even with Fuuka scrambling to get on top of her again. The idol would push to her feet with Fuuka on her back, demonstrating her physical strength as she lifted the both of them and then straightened up. She would then rush backwards, aiming to slam Fuuka hard into a turnbuckle, sandwiching the smaller girl between the padded steel and her own body to stun her and force her to let go!

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"Monkey?!" said Fuuka as she tried to get back on top of Barbara. Honestly she was more surprised that the idol wasn't angry over getting her skirt grabbed and pull. But the bluenette figured that she must have been on Barbara's back so much that it was wearing on the idol. Either way, Fuuka wasn't getting sat on anymore, so she was in a much better mood.

Barbara didn't fall completely to her stomach as Fuuka expected, but she was still able to get on the blonde's back. But the idol had a plan for that this time. Barbara stood up and began charging back first towards the corner, creating a more painful repeat of the beginning of the match. A blow that would rock even the resilient body of Fuuka should it land.

But Fuuka had time to react before Barbara actually reached the corner, so she simply bailed. Jumping off of the idol's back and falling into a roll on the mat before popping back up. Hopefully, Barbara would be able to stop herself in time and crash her own body into the turnbuckle. If that happened, Fuuka would follow up with a kick into the idol's stomach. If not, Fuuka would wait for Barbara to come to her, and try to defend against the assault.

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As Barbara backpedaled, she felt Fuuka suddenly bail from her back, suddenly leaving her with much less weight to carry around. That threw her balance off, making her stumble and slam into the turnbuckles with far less control than she wanted to have. "Ack!" she gasped, the blow stunning her a little bit as she grabbed onto the top ropes instinctively to hold herself up. That just left her open to Fuuka's follow-up though, as the girl's heel buried itself into her stomach!

"GAH!" Barbara's eyes widened as Fuuka's kick knocked the wind from her. The idol was not prepared, unable to tighten her abs in time to absorb the blow. She let out a pained gasp, one hand holding her aching tummy as her legs slowly gave out, making her fall to her knees in the corner.

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As Fuuka had gotten Barbara to crash into the ring post, the bluenette began to feel like she had something going. That she was more than capable of outthinking the idol. Fuuka's ability to think was probably her second most valuable tool after her endurance due to her observation and analytical skills, as well her general intelligence. Though this talent was held back by her lack of knowledge specific to wrestling, which sometimes left Fuuka without the necessary knowledge for her mind to make use of in a given situation.

But the situations that Fuuka and Barbara had been in so far had been more intuitive rather than dependent on deep knowledge of wrestling, so Fuuka was able to leverage her mind to keep the more impulsive and aggressive Barbara from overwhelming her with physical ability and skill. And with the idol brought to her knees, Fuuka now had a chance to turn her hard work into some major progress.

Fuuka would stand one leg on either side of Barbara's neck before crossing her feet beneath Barbara's eyes, going for a standing headscissor. Then Fuuka would grab the idol's arms near her shoulder, sliding her grip up until she had Barbara's wrists. If Barbara wanted to give in, she should have just enough leeway with her hands to tap out on Fuuka's own hand.