L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Fuuka and Chiaki both knew that Shiori was not getting out of Memory Wipe, and neither thought that she was going to let them knock her out. So it was no surprise to either woman when the fangirl tapped out before too long. "Honestly I don't know the difference," Fuuka admitted when Shiori mentioned windpipe chokes. "As far as I'm concerned, stopping you from breathing is stopping you from breathing."

Chiaki and Fuuka were both caught completely off guard when Shiori suddenly sprang forward to attack, but she chose the wrong target. Had she hit the gamer girl, Shiori might've had results. But when the fangirl hit Fuuka, her head went back as Shiori's arm slid over it. . . and then went right back into place once it was past. Her body hardly moving from where it sat.

"You gotta hit Fuuka harder than that," Chiaki said as her partner got to work. Fuuka wrapped her arms around Shiori's stomach and pulled her down, the bluenette's breasts atop the brunette's butt. "Hey hey, put her in a Surfboard Stretch."

"Okay," Fuuka said as she did as Chiaki asked. "What are you gonna do?"

"Well you have her pretty locked up, I think. So I'm gonna enjoy myself a bit," Chiaki said as she got down on her knees and buried her face into Shiori's cleavage. "Mmmm," the streamer moaned as she rubbed her face back and forth. "Your boobs are really nice." For Fuuka's part, she looked on, dumbfounded at what her partner was doing.

Shiori's lariat struck true! Her forearm whipped across Fuuka's brow and snapped the blue-haired girl's head back... only for her to go back upright like nothing had happened at all.

"Whoaaaah!" She'd heard Fuuka was resilient, but to experience it for herself was another thing entirely! In a way, watching Fuuka take a hit like that was a lot like watching Alaina Sanders drop an Ama-Bomb. Every wrestler in LAW had something that made them special. Fuuka's chin, so to speak, was hers. "That's aweswooooah!"

Shiori was cut off in her admiration by a sudden yank to the ground! Fuuka hauled Shiori to the canvas and held her there in quite the embarrassing position. Then came the order from Chiaki. "Put me in a-- No, wait, we can talk about thisyaaaaa!" Suddenly, Shiori went back up as quickly as she'd been brought down until she was hanging in a Surfboard Stretch, fully held up by Fuuka! The hold wasn't too bad, but it did open Shiori up for some...

Boob nuzzling? Shiori felt heat start to rise in her cheeks as Chiaki rubbed her face all over Shiori's chest. "O-Oh, thanks... I mean, I don't, like, work on them, but I'm... g-glad you think so?" She craned her head back until she was all but lolling upside-down over Fuuka. "Does she do this to you when you guys spar?"

"Umm. . . Chiaki can be pretty. . . cuddly when we spar," said Fuuka. "But I also usually never am deep enough under her control for her to be able to do something quite like this."

"Ever since you smothered me in our match, I've wanted to be back between these," Chiaki explained. "I love smothers, and yours is especially good Shiori."

"Chiaki, this is supposed to be team training," Fuuka said. "Not me doing all the work while you enjoy yourself. Guess I'll just have to submit you both." Fuuka gave a teasing grin as she shoved Shiori down, using her chest to pin Chiaki's head to the mat. Then Fuuka turned around and locked the brunette into a Boston Crab, planting her butt on her back right above where her breasts were to force them down harder into Chiaki, locking her into a Super breast Smother by using Shiori as a weapon!