One Totally, 110%, Extremely Serious Spar

"Ah! I think I will do better if you do not!" she gasped, trying to grab both of Eka's hands before they could execute another move. And, just like that, they were grappling once more, although Feruza was at a distinct disadvantage, what with her being on the ground and all. She put on a determined grin, and started to try to push Eka back, ideally off of her.

Grappling and wrestling with Eka was delightful. She had wrestled with lots of girls before, and it was always fun, but with Eka? Maybe it was because Eka was really cute, maybe because she was a good wrestler, maybe because she was a good friend. Maybe all of those! Whatever it was, Feruza knew that she was having and was going to continue to have a great time. "You will lose, Eka, you are only prolonging your defeat!" she teased, giggling as they grappled.

Eka smiled, then grimaced, then smiled again. The Uzbek girl had gotten her hands before she could pull off her move, which was a damn shame, as a mighty fine move it would have been. Once again, they were grappling, and Eka was focusing as much as she could with the big goofy grin on her face. "There is no way you will defeat me, yes?" Just then, she felt an upwelling of strength from the Uzbek girl, and was moved back a bit.

But not off. The Georgian girl was far too wily to be thrown off, and moved her hips so that she had more leverage. Eka tried to push Feruza straight down into the mat. She was looking quite deeply into Feruza's eyes as she did so. They were such a lovely color of gray, and Eka felt she could very easily get lost in them. For the tenth time this week. But she was here to wrestle, not to make love, although she thought that if it did happen it could come later.

So Eka sprung into action. With a careful twist, she brought her hips around in a fluid motion. Then she leaned back, trying to hold on to one of Feruza's arms, that she may extend it for an armbar. "Do you know that they fear me in the ring, yes? They shake in their boots when they hear my music!" She was laughing as she said it, which made the taunt less effective, she felt.

Feruza didn't quite manage to throw her off, but she was nudged to the side. Feruza began to get up, but was stuck onto the mat when her sparring partner pushed her down, their noses inches from touching. So, why keep it at inches? Feruza gave Eka a little eskimo kiss before she rolled away, and did something quite a bit less sweet.

Feruza had watched some of Eka's matches. Her armbars were quite simply fearsome. So when she felt the preparations being made for one, she panicked a little. She rolled onto her side, grabbed what she could of Eka's legs, and spread them to prevent her from doing the move. "Ah, they may fear you, but I do not! To me, you are just cute little Eka!" she teased. "And maybe we should try some more of this move later, hmm?" she teased, winking at her.

Feruza wanted, oh so badly, to make sweet love to Eka. After all, what else would one do to a beautiful woman that you were madly in love with? Especially given that she was a virgin, and extra-especially given their line of work... she knew the day would come, but she had such a hard time waiting!

The eskimo kiss was rather nice, she thought. It was a nice little touch, to show just how playful the two were. It did not stop Eka from going for the armbar however, and very few things would have. The Georgian girl was doing her damnedest to win, and she was sure Feruza was expecting nothing less than that. The most common topic of all of their late night texts was wrestling, and Eka wanted to show that her knowledge was not just theoretical.

But it looked like Feruza was being quite practical with matters as well. Perhaps she had talked up the armbar a little bit too much, as Feruza made damn sure that Eka did not get a chance to sink it in. "Yes we should try that move later. And then we should try this one too!" The Georgian girl held on to the mat for leverage as she tried to swing her legs around.

She was going for the headscissors. It seemed like it was going to be a rollicking good time, with the pretty Uzbek girl in the submission with her nose so dangerously close to her crotch. Eka was grinning ear to ear as she went for the move. Besides, it was high time for Feruza to feel the strength in her legs up close and personal, even after hiking all the way down Mount Fuji.

Feruza had strong legs. She took pride in her lower appendages, and, evidently, so did Eka. She learned this the hard way as Eka swung around her, locked her thighs— her wonderful, sculpted thighs— around her neck, and began to squeeze. It wasn't a fantastic sensation, but it was certainly made better by her proximity to the Georgian's crotch. 'And then we should try this one, too!' Feruza liked the sound of that.

However, she couldn't spend too much time fantasizing about lewd things she could do with Eka, she needed to avoid this dangerous submission! So, in order to do so, Feruza attempted to slip her hands in between Eka's thighs and pry them apart, trying to push herself away in the process. "Ahh, maybe later, but not now!" she teased, blowing a little bit of air onto Eka's crotch playfully.

Eka flushed red. She did not quite know how to take what had just happened to her. Trying to get out of the hold, she got. She experienced that constantly. No, Eka knew how to deal with that. But the blowing on to her crotch was something that she had never quite deal with before, and her blue eyes opened wide. The hold weakened a little bit, and Feruza was making a little headway.

Then she refocused. The experience was a strange, but good one. Yet she still needed to win. "You seem to have lots of experience making girls spread their legs." She smiled. "But my legs are very strong, yes?" Eka doubled her efforts. Feruza was quite strong, but it was arms versus legs. Legs won, almost every time.

Feruza blushed a little bit at Eka's innuendo. "Ah, yes, very... urgh, very strong!" It was a losing battle. Well, it would be, if she kept trying to pry Eka's seasoned legs apart. She needed to use her body. After all, she had a very strong core. She still needed to dare somebody to punch her in the stomach one of these days.

The Uzbek beauty would push her hardest yet in an attempt to spread Eka's legs enough so that she could rotate her body and then try to roll the pair over— if it worked, the Georgian wrestler would be on her side, and Feruza's own pair of strong legs would be scissoring her body! "Aha!"

Eka felt her legs tightening around Feruza's head. She could already picture it: the Uzbek girl, tapping on Eka's long and shapely legs. Finally, getting one up on her friend. She was so close she could almost taste it. And then, in one final act of desperation, Feruza pressed hard against her, trying to delay the inevitable. Eka's eyes went wild with delight upon seeing Feruza keep trying to press against her. This was it. She had her.

And then she didn't. Feruza craftily twisted out of the lock, and then brought her own strong legs to bear against Eka. The Georgian girl yelped in surprise. First, at how expertly the counter was. Second, about how painful it was done. Eka felt her air starting to run out, and she pushed against the two tree trunks that were her legs against Eka. The Georgian girl was literally in a bind.

"Gah..." She gasped. This one was going to be a little bit trickier to get out of.

Feruza was mighty proud of herself for that one. She had heard of Eka’s talent for submissions, and, judging by the matches that Feruza had watched, she wasn’t lying. So when she turned the tables on the raven-haired beauty that was her friend, she was pretty satisfied, to say the least. Could she even force Eka to tap like this? She looked as if she was in pain— why wouldn’t she be, after all? Feruza had very strong limbs, just like Eka. Except, unlike Eka, who had limber and long legs, the Uzbek had strong, muscular thighs.

She was proud of them, too.

”Don’t tell me that you’re about to tap out, sweet Eka!” she teased, squeezing her nice and tight. ”Although, I do not blame you if you do...!”

Eka thrashed about. This was a very difficult situation to be in. The first reason was that Feruza had legs the size of oak trees, and all of that power was going straight into her exposed midsection. And then came the taunts. This would be a bad situation in a regular match, but here she was, wrestling with one of the cutest girls she had ever known. Eka had a reputation as a submission master, and now she had to uphold that reputation.

Only, that was going to be very difficult. The longer she was in the hold, the more likely she was to tap. Eka recognized that simple truth very quickly, but she did not know how to handle it.

Then an idea struck her. The Georgian girl grabbed Feruza's ankle, and began prying. She was not that strong, but this was only phase one. Phase two involved her lower half - she bent her legs, so that she formed a bridge. She grit her teeth. The pain in her midsection was halfway through a crescendo, and she knew what was going to happen when it hit fortissimo. The impromptu lower back and butt workout wasn't there to hone here booty.

No, it was to help her get out of this torturous hold. The Georgian girl went for a bunny hop, which would inevitably bring the duo back down. She hoped that the shock of the blow combined with the pulling would dislodge her.