A slippery revenge. Fuuka Yamagishi vs Chizuru Okawa

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The match restarted with a different mindset and attire for Chizuru, unluckily for her it wasn't enough to change the result. "Gghaaaaagh..."

Fuuka's first hit impacted cleanly on the Rent-A-Wrestler's belly letting her once again open to the lightweight fast tactics.

Fuuka didn't lose time and quickly slide behind Chizuru to trap her in a ful Nelson with her arms and making the brunette fell with her legs. If someone watched this match without knowing both girls that person will bet all his money for Fuuka to be a top star and for Chizuru yo be an absolute jobber, and if we talk about oil wrestling it was really close to the truth.

Chizuru was not only handling the damage of the move, once again not so much because Fuuka wasn't the strongest wrestler ever, but her now naked boobs were unprotected and dancing for everyone in the arena to see them. "THAT'S CRUEL FUUKA!!"

With her legs and arms blocked Chizuru could only try to roll to the edge of the ring to force the lightweight to leave her position.

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Fuuka's Full Nelson seemed to make Chizuru lose her composure again. "S-sorry!" Fuuka said. "I can't fight to win and to protect your modesty at the same time!" Though as Fuuka thought about her hold after hearing Chizuru's complaint, she realized that she may indeed have happened to pick an especially exposing move.

Looking to cover Chizuru's a bit more if possible, Fuuka would allow the Rent-A-Wrestler to roll over once, so that she was on her stomach, before making a move. The Oil Queen would release her Full Nelson in order to slide up Chizuru's back as she came to a seated position, sitting down between the brunette's shoulder blades so that her breasts would be pressed down into the mat to be somewhat hidden.

But this shift wasn't all merciful from Fuuka. From her seat atop Chizuru's upper back, she would reach her legs forward and try to cross them around the Rent-A-Wrestler's neck for a Headscissor, and then grab her by the wrists and pull her arms back to keep Chizuru from using them to escape or crawl towards the rope. It was a dangerous scissor choke that could end the match if Chizuru couldn't do something about it before Fuuka knocked her out.

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At that point no one could deny Chizuru has been outclassed in every single moment of the fight, the Oil Queen was asserting her dominance and the full Nelson wasn't an exception, the Rent-A-Wrestler wasn't happy at all showing her naked breast flailing to the entire arena but more important than that the move itself started to be really hurtful for the brunette.

Chizuru remembered perfectly their last match and even being trapped in submission moves one time after another she was hoping for her comeback and she wouldn't lose the chance to defeat the lightweight once again, talking about the devil the blunette once again was planning another shift of move and when if Chizuru hated to admit it her current situation and stamina made really hard for her to counter this one. "Stop with all of this!! Don't play with m-gggggggghaggh..."

The situation turned really dark for Chizuru who not only had her face between Fuuka's thighs applying a horrible pressure but couldn't use her arms to get free once again, obviously her legs were to far to be helpful this time so Chizuru was: trapped.

The brunette started slowly flailing her legs while even in pain her mind tried to find a solution, whatever thing her body could do to break the lock.

Meanwhile in Ringside even Yagi started to show some emotions on her face at the same time Yume couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Is she... Losing?"

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Fuuka knew what she should do here. She should just stay seated on Chizuru's back, choking her out until she either submitted or fell unconscious. But there was the nagging piece off the back of her mind that kept thinking back to her first match with the Rent-A-Wrestler. Back to just how much of that match had been Chizuru either attempting to or successfully managing to force her breasts down onto her face. Fuuka was starting to want some payback now that she was the one in control.

Eventually, Fuuka let the intrusive thoughts win. Still positioned over Chizuru, she would flip the Rent-A-Wrestler over onto her back before dropping down on top of her with aa Breast Smother. Fuuka would make sure that Chizuru's face was lined up with the cleavage window of her top, giving the brunette the same skin to skin smothering sensation that she had endured last time.

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Every second was a endurance test for Chizuru, her stamina and energies were at the minimum and even with the strength gap between them the Rent-A-Wrestler started to accept her fate, her brown eyes were closing and the thoughts of tapping out started to be a reality, until Fuuka was the one "saving" her.

The brunette was turned on her back and before she could ask herself why Chizuru's face met the blunette's modest chest, the lightweight wanted revenge because of what happened last match and after dominating Chizuru for so long she felt like doing it right now in front of all the crowd. This situation was obviously less damaging and suffocating than the last move, thanks in part to Fuuka's chest not being the biggest but it was more humiliating, her legs were flailing while her still trapped arms couldn't do anything to save her in the same hopeless situation even if It was a different move.

"She's going to far..." Said Yume angrier than before with Yagi looking the scene with fire on her eyes.

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Fuuka had this match well and fully under her control at this point. This Breast Smother was easily the least secure hold that she had gone for in this match, when one accounted for the oil. But Chizuru still was helpless to escape regardless. As far as Fuuka could tell, the Rent-A-Wrestler had gone into panic mode from how badly she was losing this match, as her attempts to escape had no plan or strategy behind them. It was just desperate flailing.

Considering that the first match between Fuuka and Chizuru had ended with a Breast Smother much like this one, the Oil Queen figured that she may as well ride this hold out to the end of the match, presuming that Chizuru didn't find a way out. Fuuka was just hoping that the bared brunette would decide to simply tap out rather than be KOed, as it would be much harder for Chizuru to protect her modesty if she was left unconscious laying on her back.

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Even not being the biggest Fuuka's boobs started to do an amazing job with Chizuru making harder and harder to breathe for the trapped brunette, their bodies kept one under the other for a long time now and the Rent-A-Wrestler's endurance had a limit.

Chizuru had been trapped for a long time but she still couldn't find a single option to free herself, the oil was trying to move her body but if the blunette pinned her strong enough it won't be enough, her arms were still sealed behind Fuuka.

Chizuru's face was sweaty and exhausted like all of her body she could only see the Lightweight's chest inside of her attire while her chest was totally naked being suffocated by the same blunette. She couldn't do anything so as a desperate attempt the brunette opened her mouth trying to bite the breast in front of her to win some space at less for once.

Meanwhile her two ex students couldn't take it anymore, Yume was still blaming what the blunette was doing, she didn't know about the last match, when Yagi got up and jumped the Ringside barricade, Yume thought of stopping her but knowing how the dark haired girl was feeling she just chased her.

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As Fuuka continued her domination with ease, preparing to bring it to an end, she didn't have a clue as to what was brewing beyond the ring. She was more focused on Chizuru's teeth that she now felt biting down on her breast. "Nng," Fuuka groaned, but she didn't let up. A frailer wrestler, perhaps would have given Chizuru her second chance at life here. But Fuuka could take it with the end this close in sight.

However, though Fuuka was oblivious to Chizuru's friends racing to back her up, Fuuka's own friends were not. "Hey hey, you see that?" Chiaki asked Yukari.

"Yeah. Let's go," Yukari said as she shed her little half vest and began moving towards the ring with Chiaki. They wouldn't go into the ring unless Yagi and Yume actually attempted to interfere with the match, but they were ready to move in at a moment's notice.

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The temptation of giving up was once again menacing Chizuru's thoughts, she was totally aware about her current situation and about the really low odds of surviving this without tapping out... There's actually an option for her to broke that??? With this type of thoughts she kept enduring and enduring all the punishment while still biting Fuuka's chest, when suddenly she saw something with the edge of her right eye. Even if what she saw was something good for her she was disappointed, maybe even scared. "MMMHNNOO mmmMhhnoo"

Seeing her ex students wasn't something good, she quickly understood why, seeing her humiliated like this without context could look pretty mean and unnecessary but she knew it, this only was because of their last match, but being smothered there was no way to told this to Yume and Yagi.

The brunette just followed Yagi to their current position without thinking of what to do next but the dark haired girl didn't lose time quickly trying to jump to the world ring to drag the blunette's body out of the Rent-A-Wrestler.

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Alongside focusing on the fight, the sheer surprise factor of a ring invasion left the normally observant Fuuka oblivious to Yagi's charge until she heard the oil splashing from her entrance. "Huh?" Fuuka said as she pulled up off of Chizuru to face this new threat. But as the blunette expanded her awareness, she also noticed her own friends had entered as well.

Yukari was much faster than Chiaki, so it was on her to intercept Yagi. Neither seemed fully comfortable in the oil, but neither slipped up as they converged upon Fuuka and Chizuru. As Yagi leapt for Fuuka, Yukari leapt for the beach girl, spearing her out of the air before her friend got hit. After knocking Yagi away, Yukari's momentum carried her as she slid on her front through the oil.

Once Yukari got back up, it could clearly be seen that her chest, stomach, and thighs were covered in oil. "Uuugh, they're gonna pop out if anything happens," she said, bemoaning how easily her tight tube top could turn into a wardrobe malfunction with how slick and slippery everything was now.

Chiaki, for her part, had only gotten covered with a little oil from crawling in, and walked across the ring. She was keeping an eye on Yume, the other girl who had ran in with Yagi. Yume hadn't entered the ring yet, seemingly more apprehensive than her friend. But Chiaki was more than prepared to back up Yukari and Fuuka if Yume did join in to make this 3 on 3.