L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Allowing Aoto to do the ankle lock Zira would mask her pain to the best of her abilities. Luckily it seemed to have worked as the blue haired beginner released her hold and moved onto another of Zira's body parts, specifically her arm, pulling it back in a rough but passable arm bar. "Hng... not bad kid.. rough but not bad." Zira said softly while waiting to see if Aoto would continue on with the hold or keep trying different means of attacks.

Aoto would attempt to tighten the hold and pull her arm back further, trying to weaken it to increase her chances of passing this test, and maybe get Zira to tap, but the latter was rather unlikely to happen. With a soft groan, she would attempt to yank Zira's arm with all her strength in the armbar and hold it there for a little while longer

Well when faced with criticism mixed with praise Aoto's response apparently was to double down on the action, pulling back further and further on Zira's arm to tighten the arm bar to it's maximum potential.

"Hnnnnnngh..." Zira hummed through her teeth, having to vocalize her pain somehow without it being an outright scream or moan. Arching her back and turning slightly into the direction her arm was being pulled in would help alleviate the pain, and she hoped that Aoto would notice it.

Aoto definitely saw that her armbar was doing something, but she didnt have the strength or stamina to maintain it for much longer. A few seconds later, she would release Zira and attempt to wrap her thick thighs around the woman's midsection to execute a rough body scissor.

After a few moments Aoto would change out from a standard arm bar submission to go for a body scissors, squeezing Zira's ribs between the surprisingly thick thighs of the blue haired girl. "Heh... fancy yourself a submission artist do you?" Zira asked while trying to mask the discomfort and pain while looking back up at the girl to see her reaction.

"N-not really..." Aoto mumbles softly in response as she attempts to continue squeezing Zira with her thick thighs for a bit more, before she releases her for a bit to get under Zira, trapping her in a body scissor while she attempts to breastsmother her

With Aoto having shifted to a body scissors hold Zira was starting to get a decent idea of what the girl's specialty was in, namely submissions and technical holds, why else would she be seemingly exclusively using them if not because its what she was most comfortable with? Whatever the case her words would apparently prompt the blue haired girl to spice things up, shifting slightly to still hold onto the body scissors, but now also be able to swallow Zira's face within the girl's sizeable chest for a breast smother! "Mmmph hmmmmn!" Zira grunted out defiantly but otherwise not moving as was the terms of the deal she had set.

Aoto's new strategy was simple: If she managed to knock out Zira while she promised not to fight back, she would just win! So Aoto would continue pushing Zira into her bosom, slightly blushing as she feels Zira's hot breath against her chest

'Mother fucker does this brat seriously think this will work?' Zira thought to herself as she kept her mouth shut, using her remaining air supply to its max... but also decided to play a trick. If this is how Aoto wanted to play then so be it... Suddenly Zira would go limp, her body seemingly shutting down with her arms and legs hanging like noodles and nuzzling slightly into Aoto's chest, playing as if she had been koed!

Aoto felt Zira go limp under her after a while, the other woman's face pressing into her large bosom. Aoto let out a small sigh of relief, slightly loosening the hold, before she remembered the last time her opponent had tricked her in a similar way, which only led to her defeat and a bad concussion. She immediately tightened the hold once more, wanting to make sure that Zira was truly out, hoping that she could knock her out before the time ran out!