Momoi felt Alice's face shift against her chest. Momoi knew that her opponent was more than likely just trying to get as far away from her breasts as she could. But that didn't mean that she couldn't interpret it in another way. "Did you just rub your face against my chest. Oh I get it! You secretly like this kind of thing don't you Alice? You just don't want to have to admit it." Girls like Alice were really easy to rile up, which usually made them sloppy. The fact that it was fun too was just a cherry on top for Momoi.
Alice was punching and kicking at Momoi with what limited options she had, but she was in no position to be able to muster up a strong enough blow to seriously bother Momoi. She just focused on bending Alice's arm further and further with her thighs. "Pssh, you say that like this was ever decent in the first place" Then she felt a hard tug at her hair.
"Ah!" yelped Momoi. She maintained her hold, but Alice's hair pulling still stung. "What kind of self proclaimed wrestling purist pulls hair? I don't even do that crap, it's straight out of catfighting!" growled Momoi as she swatted Alice's arm away. Then she started to transition holds again. Momoi would release Alice's arm and instead catch her legs in a grapevine, similar to the leg spread that she had performed earlier. She then forced Alice's head down to the mat and dropped her breasts down square onto her face. This time it was a smother, a grapevine smother.
Spoiler

