Less Than She Wanted, More Than She Bargained For: Yukari Takeba (D) vs Fumie Suzuki

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"Well then it's a good thing I went for this instead of the stronger Bow and Arrow hold that I was originally planning to use, isn't it Fumie?" Yukari teased as she lifted the Lightweight up onto her shoulders. Fumie was squirming in the model's grip, but as one would most likely expect, it was of little use towards escaping the Torture Rack.

The ease of restraining Fumie gave Yukari's mind a bit of room to wander, mainly to the fact that the cameramen were getting their paycheck's worth out of her. With the actress's arms raised up to hold Fumie, the nature of the Torture Rack leaving most angles that weren't from above unobstructed, the cameras could get almost any shot of Yukari's body that they wanted. Of course her chest was the main attraction. Raised arms usually drew extra attention there, and the bouncing whenever Yukari tugged on Fumie for the hold certainly didn't do anything to dissuade the cameramen from focusing there.

Then Yukari once more heard a voice that she was growing to despise. "Would you just shut up already?!" she spat back at the heckler, but it was of little use as within moments, the crowd was cheering for Yukari to start using her hold to sexually attack Fumie. "You know, there's a reason I had 'no hentai' written into my contract," the brunette angrily muttered to herself.

A part of Yukari wanted to just pin Fumie and be done with it, but she decided that she still owed a bit more trouble to the little gremlin for all the crap she'd been doing during the match. So instead of indulging the crowd, Yukari would drop down, slamming Fumie onto her shoulder with a Burning Hammer. Then the model would continue her attack on the ground by mounting the hacker's back and locking her into a Camel Clutch.

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     "Look what you're wearing! It's practically made for hentai!" yelled a fan rather crassly.
     "Give us the good stuff!" yelled another fan.
     Booing erupted throughout the arena. But it was clear that Yukari would not give in to the demands of the crowd. Meanwhile, the cameras would continue focusing on Yukari, getting suggestive shots of her.
     BAM!
     Fumie cried out in pain as her shoulder impacted the mat. An instant later, she found herself in a camel clutch. Fumie grimaced as she felt her spine being wrenched in an awkward direction.
     "No need to go..." croaked Fumie through gritted teeth. "...easy on me." Fumie took a deep breath. "You can... try to show me the... bow and arrow hold..." Fumie had trouble getting the words out as her back was screaming in pain. But even amidst the her suffering, Fumie had a plan.
     Fumie would attempt to grab one of Yukari's fingers. Then, she would attempt to yank the finger back, hopefully surprising Yukari and getting her to let go of the camel clutch. If that worked, Fumie would try to use the distraction to escape from Yukari's clutches!

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"For all the game you're trying to talk, it's pretty obvious that you wouldn't be able to take my Feather Arrow hold if I went for it," Yukari said. And not that anybody but the actress herself knew her signature moves, but even if Fumie could take Yukari's Feather Arrow, a regular Bow and Arrow Hold, then the archer would still have her strongest submission, the Final Feather Arrow, a much more painful Single Leg Bow and Arrow, at the ready to make sure the job got done.

Yukari was also thinking that Fumie would have to do something about her current situation before she should even be thinking about that anyways, but it turned out that the little gremlin had something for than. Rather than Yukari's entire hand, Fumie would only grip one of the model's fingers, digging her nails into it as she pulled it back.

"Yow!" Yukari yelped as a sharp sting shot up her hand, giving Fumie the opening she heeded to escape the actress's Camel Clutch entirely. The hacker snaked and squirmed her body out from underneath Yukari and slip away. Once both women were back standing, Yukari's ears would key into the jeers directed at her for not choosing a more lewd direction.

"Hmm, not bad," said Yukari. "I guess you ca do something without a weapon." The model grew less frustrated with Fumie and more so with the crowd as she continued to hear their reactions to and desires for the match. "Geez. I really messed up when I tried to go 'screw it' and lean into lewdness. 'Lewd' means something completely different here than what I'm used to."

"You know what? Let's put the attention on you for a bit," Yukari said as she struck a pose with her arms up and hands behind her head, clearly opening herself up to attack. "Show me some more of what you got, Fumie."

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     Fumie managed to slip her way out of Yukari's grasp. She wriggled out of the hold and scrambled to her feet, before taking hasty steps forward in an attempt to escape. Fumie was unbalanced during these steps, and on the third step, she fell flat on her face, landing in a face-down, ass-up position. The orange-haired gremlin lay stunned on the mat for a moment before flopping onto her side.
     "You know what? Let's put the attention on you for a bit," said Yukari as she got into a vulnerable and open pose. "Show me some more of what you got, Fumie."
     Although Fumie had missed Yukari's earlier words, Fumie managed to hear those words. She turned onto her back and saw that Yukari was leaving herself wide open, giving her a free shot. The gears in Fumie's head turned rapidly for a moment before slowing down. A mischievous smile momentarily flashed across Fumie's face before disappearing.
     Fumie got up to her feet. "Thank you for the free shot, Yukari-san," said Fumie in a solemn tone as she gave a slight bow. She advanced towards Yukari, her eyes looking at nothing in particular, instead taking in the whole of Yukari.
     "You know what to do!" yelled the red-haired woman in the crowd from earlier. She knew exactly what Fumie was going to do.
     Fumie's head turned around to face the red-haired woman, her friend Ayame Aoi. The orange-haired hacker girl flashed a

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towards Ayame before returning to a more neutral expression.
     "This probably wasn't the wisest idea," remarked Fumie when she got just outside of punching distance of Yukari. Fumie took an orthodox fighting stance, something she had picked up on by watching others do it.
     "Tsss!" Fumie exhaled sharply as she threw a jab at Yukari's face. But Fumie was just out of range, so the jab hit nothing but air. A moment later, Fumie's foot came flying towards Yukari's groin! The jab was nothing but a feint to disguise Fumie's true attack: a swift kick to Yukari's groin!

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Yukari was questioning herself on why she had decided to give Fumie a freebie almost the moment after she did it. Her opponent was someone who liked to play fast and loose with the rules of the sport at the best of times, from what the actress had seen. And the understanding that Fumie seemingly had with the instigator in the crowd did little to alleviate Yukari's worries.

I'm going to regret this, aren't I, thought Yukari, mirroring the words Fumie was speaking aloud. The fact that the model had thought that at the same moment the hacked had voiced it only made Yukari's worries coming true seem like more and more of an inevitability. But it was too late for her to back out now.

Fumie stood just beyond her punching range, which Yukari recognized as such. The actress didn't so much as flinch at the fist that came her way, knowing that it likely wouldn't hurt even if it could reach. Yukari wasn't surprised, feeling out whether or not the brunette was genuinely gifting a free hit was wise on Fumie's part. Know Yukari had to find where the real attack was.

It didn't take long for Yukari to catch Fumie's foot coming up, aimed between her legs. Hell, Yukari had enough time that she probably could've close her knee to stop the attack entirely. But she didn't. Knowing that she had brought this on herself, Yukari accepted the blow with a huff. "Ooh," moaned Yukari as her knees did now close as she doubled over with a hand to her crotch. "Really?!" said Yukari. Despite the blow she had just took, the model remained on both feet. "I try to do something nice in the mess that this match has turned into, and you do that! Really?" Though Yukari stayed upright, it still would clearly be a moment before she would be able to steady herself and truly be ready to defend against Fumie.

[Ichi]

     "It was the only thing I could do to hurt you!" yelled Fumie as she ran to the edge of the ring. She slipped under the ropes and went outside of the ring. The ring skirt was parted, and Fumie climbed underneath the ring.
     The crowd murmured with anticipation. They knew Fumie was likely to pop out with something—likely a weapon of some kind. But they had no idea what. The referee, meanwhile, remained oblivious to the fact that Fumie was outside of the ring and did not count her out.
     "Firewoman Fumie reporting for duty!" yelled Fumie into a microphone that she held. She had popped up outside the ring on the side of the ring opposite to where she had went underneath the ring. On her head was a firefighter hat and in one of her hands was a fire extinguisher. She blushed—this performance was embarrassing for her.
     Fumie held up the fire extinguisher, showing it to the audience as well as Yukari. "Surrender now, or I'll blow this load all over your face!" Fumie paused for a moment. "And it'd really suck! There are lots of chemicals in this thing! You'd be coughing like mad!"
     Fumie would wait for Yukari's response. She was unsure how her opponent would respond: would she surrender, or would she try to fight back? Regardless, Fumie would stay outside of the ring for now.

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"That's junk and you know it," Yukari spat back at Fumie's claim that the crotch shot was the smaller wrestler's only hope of damaging the actress. With Yukari stunned, Fumie would then once more retreat under the ring. "Oh for the love of- not this AGAIN!" Yukari said as she threw her gaze skyward, as if asking for some sort of relief from her opponent's shenanigans.

Yukari tried stomping and jumping on the ring, hoping that it would somehow have a negative effect on Fumie below her, but the attempt would be fruitless as Fumie appear back again with a helmet and fire extinguisher. Yukari just rolled her eyes and shook her head at the blatant innuendo that the gremlin dropped as she called for the model to surrender.

Yukari was seriously considering doing just that. Not because she feared what Fumie could do to her, but because she was sick and tired of everything about this match. However, Yukari had enough pride that she decided she'd see this through to the end. Furthermore, as a long-time member of the entertainment industry, Yukari knew that for all the stuff LAW might put it's talent through, there was 0 chance whatsoever that there was anything actually harmful inside that extinguisher.

There was no credible entertainment organization in the world who would ever risk one of their talent ingesting or being potentially blinded by dangerous chemicals live mid-performance. Even if LAW wrestlers had experienced far worse than getting blasted with a fire extinguisher, the optics of watching garden variety violence versus somebody effectively collapsing from effectively being poisoned put anything harmful being inside that cannister as beyond the line that LAW would cross. The fire extinguisher was only meant to act as a blunt weapon, and if anything was inside of it, it would be harmless foam or bubbles. So with an utmost confidence, Chiaki walked up to Fumie, leaned against the ropes that separated the two, and spoke, "Hit me."

[Ichi]

     Fumie was a little disappointed that Yukari seemed to show no fear. Part of her wanted her ruse to work so that she could have the pleasure of ending a match in a creative fashion. But that was not meant to be, it seemed. Fumie sighed in disappointment. But she was also excited that she would get to pull yet another stunt in the match, one that would potentially piss Yukari off—which would hopefully lead to retribution from Yukari. Fumie was excited for said potential retribution.
     FWOOOSH!
     Liquid shot out of the fire extinguisher and towards Yukari's face. The liquid would be mere water though—nothing caustic. Then, Fumie would aim the water at Yukari's groin. The little gremlin would giggle as she doused Yukari in water.

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Yukari was able to resist flinching on reflex as the water came out of the fire extinguisher, though she did close her eyes before it hit, just in case. She had been able to tell that it definitely wasn't actual extinguishing foam in the short time between it exiting the nozzle and hitting Yukari, and then the model had been able to tell it was water once she felt it on her face.

It was like water out of a hose; not hot or cold, Yukari thought that 'cool' was probably the best word to describe how it felt. Fumie started moving her aim down the brunette's body, making sure to get Yukari's chest nice and wet before moving down further to settle her focus on the actress's crotch. Yukari wasn't sure how much more the canister had left in it to shoot, but she did know that she had a way to get Fumie wet that wouldn't personally disgust her now if she wanted to.

"Ha, hehe. That's actually pretty refreshing," Yukari said as she whipped her wet hair before bring her hands up to play with it a bit as she struck a pose. "Clever too, still technically counts as a fire extinguisher if you think about it." As Fumie emptied the contents of the canister, Yukari decided to bring this back to more proper wrestling.

Yukari would lean over the ropes and grab Fumie by her arms, then use the ropes for a bit of bounce as she moved to pull the gremlin back into the ring and down onto the mat. The makeshift shower had actually put Yukari in a better mood then she had been before, so she decided to go back to being a bit playful and indulgent with Fumie. The model would lay down on her back with Fumie on her stomach, the hacker's head positioned between Yukari's legs. Yukari would then wrap her legs around Fumie's head, forcing her face down into the brunette's wet crotch, smothering her. "Bet you like this, right Fumie?"

[Ichi]

     As she doused Yukari with water, Fumie could not help but admire the actress. Everything from the whip of Yukari's wet hair, her playful pose, and how rivulets of water flowed down her television-worthy body captivated Fumie. Fumie stood in awe, completely oblivious to her current situation—and that left Fumie wide open.
     The orange-haired girl yelped as her arms were unceremoniously grabbed. The fire extinguisher fell out of her grasp. An instant later, Fumie was jerked upwards, knocking the firefighter's hat off of her head. By the time Fumie realized that she had been pulled back into the ring, Yukari had already locked her in a crotch smother.
     "MMMPPPHHHH!!!" cried Fumie, her voice muffled by the wet fabric covering Yukari's crotch. Fumie instinctively tried to pull away, but she quickly stopped—no use burning through her already limited stamina. Instead, Fumie opted to subtly shift her head to allow herself a small amount of air. That afforded Fumie a slight reprieve, and she capitalized on that. Her mind revved up, forming a plan almost instantly, as if she were a computer. Fumie already knew what she could do in this situation. But not wanting to upset the actress of Feather Pink, Fumie decided not to do that unprompted and without an excuse. So Fumie decided to bide her time and enjoy the position she was in.

     Ayame was having a hell of a time trying to keep up with Fumie. The little gremlin just had to haphazardly run around the ring. Not that Ayame minded that much: traveling back and forth just behind the barricade so she could remain within earshot of Fumie was a decent enough workout.
     The red-haired woman cut through the space between the front-row fans and the barricade like a slightly dull knife. She moved about as gracefully as one could have given how crowded the area was, but she still got snagged by the occasional errant limb. As she approached Fumie's location, Ayame could see that Fumie was trapped in a crotch smother. Ayame smiled as she knew that Fumie was the sort to enjoy that sort of position. But Ayame was also interested in what Fumie would do in that position. Once again, Yukari had placed a vulnerable area on her body right against Fumie's mouth—one would think that Yukari would have learned her lesson after getting her armpit licked and ass bitten.
     "Would you like some coaching, Fumie?" Ayame asked once she was close enough to Fumie.
     Fumie shook her head "no", her face rubbing against Yukari's crotch.
     "Alright then," Ayame said with an amused smile. "Let me know when you want hel—"
     "You need to leave," demanded a security guard. "You've had your fun, now you need to leave."
     "Figures," muttered Ayame before turning to face the security guard. "So, what did I do wrong?" Ayame asked, curious as to which of her actions set the security guard off.
     "Running amok in the stands, and without a ticket to boot."
     "I have a ticket," lied Ayame. "It's in my—"
     "Don't care. Leave now, or I force you to leave."
     The guard began to encroach on Ayame.
     "Welp, looks like you're on your own!" yelled Ayame as she turned back to face Fumie. "It doesn't seem like Yukari wants to end the match yet, so you should still be able to have some fu—SHIT!"
     All of a sudden, the security guard charged at Ayame. The muscles in Ayame's legs jolted to life, her fast-twitch muscle fibers firing on all cylinders. In one explosive movement, Ayame shot forward, shoving aside front-row audience members and creating distance between herself and the security guard. Ayame broke out into a hasty retreat, pushing her way out of the venue.

     As soon as Ayame told Fumie that she was on her own, Fumie would attempt to go wild. "Mff! Don' leav'!" she would scream, her voice muffled by Yukari's wet groin. Fumie's head would frenetically spin side to side as if saying "no", the little gremlin's face grinding roughly into Yukari's crotch as she thrashed around. The gremlin would flail her arms, reaching back as if trying to reach her friend Ayame. "Pl'z! Don' leav'!"
     Truth was, though, the little gremlin just wanted to see if she could get away with rubbing her face in Yukari's groin. The hacker within Fumie wanted to see if she could pull that off without sparking the ire of her opponent. Fumie was not actually upset at Ayame being kicked out—on the contrary, it provided her with an excuse to thrash about. And the little gremlin was dying to know whether or not her excuse would work.