Sayumi Arai Vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt [Beach Match- Unofficial]

While being choked out under the breasts of her rival, CIcilia had forgotten what exactly she needed to do to declare her defeat. She glared up at Sayumi, embarrassed that she had to go out in such a stupid way... She wasn't beaten down in a matter of strength, She wasn't made to quit under her foe's submission, she wasn't knocked unconscious... She was muffled until she couldn't breath anymore... What a humiliating way to lose.

"F-fine." Cicilia grumbled, trying to make all this red disappear of her face. She couldn't quite look the lavender beauty in the eyes, knowing she was defeated by her breasts. "I said you win, okay...? Cicilia knew in her heart that one day... one day soon... She'd be paying the wrestler back what she did here today... She could see it now and it was glorious.

Given how Cicila was pinned, she couldn't do much to tap out besides lightly tap Sayumi's arm with her fingers, an act almost as gentle as the ploy she used to get back on top with her shoulder. Damn... and after all that big-game she talked, she was going to have to pay for lunch after all... If there was any solace to be had here... it was that she knew from the start she was coming in with a disadvantage.

"I... owe you food now don't I...?" The German questioned. She looked up at the beautiful girl above her, her eyes filled with disappointment and embarrassment, but her lips seemed curled into a soft smile. Somewhere in there, she enjoyed their little skirmish and even Cicilia was aware that she secretly enjoyed being muffled by Sayumi's breasts... In a way, too, she secretly hoped that the lavander beauty wouldn't let go just yet... All these things not aiding in Cicilia's effort to wipe her face clean of her blush.

She had a clear look of surprised painted across her face, blinking as she silently mouthed the word "oh". Her bewilderment didn't last for very long as her features brightening, she looked positively adorable in her excitement. She ducked her head to give Cicilia a friendly kiss on the forehead, just a playful peak before pushing herself up to sit lightly on the raven haired girl's midsection. She had surrendered grip on Cicilia's hands now and intended to get off her in just a moment entirely. Just not yet. She took a moment to admire the boxer without all all her muscle and attitude. She looked almost different like this, flustered and vulnerable in the sand. So much so she couldn't help be captivated for a bit, just lingering atop her.

"Nope!" She said with a cheerful bounce. "Not yet anyway." Sayumi slowly lifted herself off the toppled juggernaut, freeing the other woman from beneath her. She squinted, closing one eye at the sun in her face. Turning her head to provide her some relief while she adjusted her top which lay has shifted slightly in the struggle. It still covered her perfectly fine, nothing was out of place. "You said 2 out of 3. That would be just..." She held up a single finger, wagging it from side to side. "One. You gave up, so that's a submission for me. I didn't even get a chance to count a pinfall." She giggled cheerfully, offering a hand to help bring Cicilia to her feet like the proper sportsman she could be, while not using questionable tactics anyway.

"So that means I need one more to win. You still need two, so I'm totally ahead." She was more than happy to play teacher to Ciclia. It was rare that she was able to impart actual knowledge onto someone that wasn't just a regurgitation of someone else's words of wisdom. "Don't look so defeated." She teased, tongue poking out between her lips cutely. She took a few hopping steps back leaving a trail of her bunny hop prints in the sand, resetting herself if Cicilia actually wanted to continue. She looked upbeat and ready to go, hopefully submitting the proud boxer like that hadn't shattered her spirit. "Since I'm winning right now, I'll walk you through some basics, okay?" She lifted her arms, a similiar form from just the other evening as her heel slipped back along the sand to strengthen her stance. "Come here." She gestured with her head for the other woman to make her way to her. While she looked ready to fight, the natural sprint to her body was missing, flat footed she didn't seem as though this was a trick or mistake. She wanted to actually teach the boxer something before resuming actual competition.

Cicilia stared up at the wrestler as she sat atop her, the two observing one another quietly. They pause didn't last long though as Sayumi leaned in, pressing her lips against the german panzer's forehead lightly... She... She... Cicilia froze, completely dumbstruck, all that blush she attempted to supress flooding forth once more with a vengeance. She actually kissed her... Granted, it wasn't on the lips or anywhere on that level but... she kissed her... She didn't know what to say, much less even do... All she could do was stare up at the girl with a complete and utter helplessness that was borderline uncharacteristic.

Sayumi informed her that she was, in fact, not quite defeated yet, since this was a best 2 out of 3 game... Oh... She completely forgot... SHE FORGOT HER OWN RULES! At this point, Cicilia was starting to feel completely hopeless. This just wasn't her sport. It was obvious wasn't it...? Here she was, the Juggernaut of the boxing ring, a fighter supposedly unstoppable and relentless siting under a girl who she beat yesterday, completely at her mercy... Ugh... What a completely idiot she was... The lavender beauty slipped off Cicilia, offering her a hand up which the boxer graciously took, offering a shaky smile in thanks...

It must've been obvious how completely hopeless Cicilia felt because Sayumi offered words of encouragement, telling her not to look so defeated. UGH! She couldn't even hide her own feelings! This only made her blush even more, her face almost as red as her eyes at this point... Cicilia sighed heavily as her rival offered to teach her a thing or two and reluctantly, she nodded, acknowledging her inexperience. There was no way she was going to beat Sayumi at her own game if she was being tossed around so easily and she'd be a fool to not take the advice she was offering. Following Sayumi's instructions, she approached the girl, not reading any deception from her. It seemed she genuinely wanted to teach...

"Thanks.." She smiled weakly. "That's very kind of you..."

"So... generally in wrestling, most matches will start with a lockup, like this." She eased closer to Cicilia, reaching out to put a palm on her shoulder, drumming her fingers lightly upon the raven haired beauty's skin. "Some people put their hand here... but if you want to keep a good handle on them, you want to put it..." She slipped her hand slowly along  Cicilia's collar, fingers curling around the back of her neck to rest securely, giving a small tug just to demonstrate where she was holding. "Here. It helps you keep the other girl from just pulling back and gives you more control with trying to force them to go where you want." She would gingerly reach out to take hold of Cicilia's arm to position her hand in the same place to mirror the hold. After they both had one arm securely set on one another, she raised her still free hand, wiggling the fingers in a small cute wave before setting it on the top of Cicilia's elbow, fingers tickling briefly along the inside before she applied a bit of grip. She waited for Cicilia to follow suit with her free arm before continuing.

"And the other one goes here. So, most people commonly call it a lock up, but it's a collar and elbow hold, or tie up." She provided a little resistance, tugging back, shifting from side to side, puching a little, and trying to move her arms. No intention to break free, but demonstrating the level of power and control they had over one another when they were like this. "You can do a bunch of things from here, but generally you want to use this arm..." She tugged a bit with her hand on Cicilia's elbow. "To do most of the work. The other, the one on my collar,  is meant to establish a tether between the two of us, and this will be your work arm. You want to use it to weaken the tether for your opponent, so you can manipulate their movement.

"Like this." She moved slowly to help Cicilia understand what she was doing. She would provide a bit of downward pull to Cicilia's stretched out 'tether' arm, as she had put it, to bend at the elbow, making it far easier for her to step in on the raven haired boxer with her elbow no longer locked straight. The hand she had behind the other woman's collar pull her in before slowly slipping around her neck, her entire arm wrapping around to place Cilicia in a simple side headlock. She had broken the lock up completely now, using both her hands to cinch in her headlock while leaving it loose and non-constrictive. This was a lesson after all, she wasn't about to betray the boxer's trust while teaching her. She did however give her a playful squeeze. "You obviously don't HAVE to put someone in a headlock, just giving you the basic idea. Once you break their foundation, you can transition into anything. Some people do submissions like that... grapples, legs sweeps... Oh, that's right, careful with your legs. Keep them staggered so you can maintain balance and apply pressure." She snickered softly. "You can also punch them if you want... I mean, obviously if their arms are tied up they can't block you. But You're not allowed to do it to me. It's actually written in the handbook. "No punching Sayumi, she's too cute." Think you got all that? Especially the last part?"

Sayumi released the headlock, taking a second to wide a bit of sweat from her brow with her forearm. "It's easy. With someone as strong as you, learning how to do this right is going to make you way more effective." She gestured for them to go back to the initial collar and elbow tie up position. "Alright, so, I'm going to resist, actually resist like we're fighting for real. I want you to try and do something to me from this position. Remember, you need to weaken my foundation, because I'm not going to LET you do anything. Got it?" She gave a small nod before she would tense, readying herself to provide as much resistance as she possibly could to whatever Cicilia might try.

"Okay..." Cicilia nodded, doing her best to clear her mind and focus on the task at hand. Even so, it seemed that Sayumi was playing with her, lightly drumming her collar gently before slipping it around the back of her neck in such a way, over a dozen images flashed through the german's mind... A dozen she didn't care to think again... She listened intently as the lavender cutie explained how each hand-position functioned, how putting the hand around their neck allowed more control over them in making them go where you wanted. Sayumi took hold of Cicilia's arm, having her mirror the position she was in herself... She then placed her other arm on Cicilia's, that which held her neck and Cicilia followed suit, taking a somewhat functional lock-up stance.

She explained that this position was used to provide a "tether" of sorts and that it provided a lot of options to attack from. Cicilia glanced down at the arm Sayumi tugged, nodding as she explained that was the arm one was usually supposed to use to attack. Giving an example, the lavender beauty pushed down on her elbow, bucking the arm that kept her at bay and making it much easier to step in and gently take her head in a lock, forcing her torso down and under her arm in a guiding kind of way, no force... just an example. Cicilia giggled despite herself as Sayumi explained all the things she could do, but the one thing she wasn't allowed to do was punch her because, in her own words, "was too cute" for it. Yeah... yeah she was...

"Think so..." She laughed before being set free, standing to her full height once again. Okay.... With Sayumi's instruction, it was time to go back into the lock... She wanted her to do something to her like... grapple her but she was going to resist... Cicilia pondered whether her immense strength would do her any favors here before closing the distance once more and preforming the lock with her rival. She was going to find out.

Planting herself in the ground Cicilia pushed down hard on the wrestler's elbow she held, intending to slip inside with the arm in tow. The inexperienced boxer attempted to slip behind Sayumi, wrenching her arm behind her back, putting burning strain on her shoulder...

She had thought o just let Cicilia out of the lockup, give her a confidence booster after just moments ago stealing a submission from her. She wasn't going to though. How was she to learn if she didn't get any push back. Other wrestlers wouldn't give her a break, so Sayumi wasn't about to insult her by providing an easy route. She had come to respect Cicilia too much to do that to her. She squinted, tilting her body as she felt the sudden pull from the boxer, fighting to keep her arm straight. Her muscles quaked before finally giving. She found herself forced at an odd bend, gripping bast she could at Cicilia with her other arm, trying to keep her from capitalizing... then she was gone.

She let out a surprised gasp, eyes just catching Cicilia as she slipped around her. She let out a cry as her arm was wrenched up and into her back, bending add an odd angle. She grit her teeth, shooting up onto her tip toes, twisting her back to try and alleviate some of the strain. "Ow ow ow! Okay! G-good!" Her free arm flailed in the air, blinding reaching back to grab hold of any part of Cilicia she could.

Cicilia smiled as her attack went through with little resistance, finding herself wrenching Sayumi's arm up her spine as she flailed about in protest.

"Is that right...?" The german giggled, pressing her chest against the other girl's back, pushing her arm up a little farther. "Then what I have planned for you next will be-"

The Lavender beauty's flailing hand did eventually catch on something, her fingers hooking under the strings that tied Cicilia's Bikini to her chest near her breast. Almost instantly, the german stopped speaking, feeling the girl's fingers brush against her chest before suddenly pushing forward, attempting to topple the more experienced wrestler over. If she fell, Cicilia would fall on top of her hard, letting go of her arm for only a moment to adjust her grip. Her hands would shoot out again, this time when she attempted to grab her, the boxer started cranking her arm backwards, pulling it up in a direction it wasn't supposed to go as she knelt on Sayumi's back.

She felt her fingertips find purchase on something, but she wasn't certain what it was. Through the shooting pain signals shooting to her brain from her shoulder as it was torqued unnaturally, not much passed through her mind but to seek relief. It came, in a sense as she was shoved forward. She staggered, dropping in a hunch, knees digging into the sand before Cecilia's weight came down on her, slamming her chest into the beach. In her cry of pain her face planted into the sand filling filling her mouth with grains of earth. She turned her head to raggedly cough and spit sand from her mouth.

As the raven haired beauty's knee grounded itself in her back, her spine arched bending inward. In no state to defend herself, out of breath and coughing, the  brief release went unnoticed before her arm was ripped in a new direction. She was like a broken doll, sprawled out awkwardly on the ground with her unhappy friend trying to rip her apart at the seems. She choked back a cry through watery eyes caused by either pain or sand. Her free arm reached out on instinct but there were no ropes here. No referee to break this hold for her. She had to do it herself. Could she?

"O-okay! Training is ahhhh!" She squealed as her arm was pulled further  and further, her voice shaky and pleading.   "Training is oooOver! We can got back to the ma-Aaaaa- match now!"  She squirmed her body, finding a small amount of wiggle room in the loose sand but not nearly enough. She let out a cry of frustration and desperation, feet digging into the sand as she tried to crawl. There was no push back, the sand only parting around her attempts to push. "PleeeEee- PLEASE!" She was asking nicely. Maybe that would be enough.

Sayumi squirmed underneath her the way Cicilia had beneath her breasts, crying out for some kind of release. The German wasn't cruel, especially to her, and decided quietly that this would be her first down. TECHNICALLY they weren't officially doing their match now, but she said she'd be resisting as if they were... If nothing else, knowing that she stood something of a chance against her was enough... There was no need to push this any further or even ask for her surrender.

The moment she began to beg, Cicilia let go and stood aside, placing a hand gently on her rival's shoulder and helping her to her feet. That looked like it hurt a lot... like.... a LOT... She didn't like to hear the beauty cry out like that but that was just too bad. It would have to happen two more times for Cicilia to win this and spare her wallet uncountable trauma. In the moment now though, Sayumi was more important.

"I'm sorry!" Cicilia said quickly, checking the girl all over to see if she was okay. Beside the sand sticking to her chest from her place in it a moment ago, there was no visible trauma... "I... got carried away... Are you still able to fight?" The inexperienced wrestler's face was saturated with concern, holding onto the other girl almost like she could somehow shield her from her pain. It looked so foolish to anyone who could be watching... but none of that mattered.

You never really understood how great it was to have working parts. When everything was fine, your arms, legs, anything, you hardly even noticed they were a thing. An afterthought. You took them for granted. The moment they were injured though, that sharp pain or constant pulsing ache became a part of you. It sucked.

She still managed to breath a sigh of relief, the throbbing in her arm worse even then the small of her back. With the pressure gone it just felt like if she had smashed her fingers in the cabinet door... Only replace fingers with her shoulder and amplify it about a dozen times. She was a mess, the attractive glow from sweating in the mid day heat had provided the sand and easy adhesive, clinging to every conceivable surface in front of her. She let her recovering arm hang loose, fingers opening and closing to check that she could still feel anything. She slowly began to dust herself off, stone silent as Cilicia stared at her... She wasn't ready to answer.

This was the second time Cilicia has gone overboard. The circumstances were different both times, but they ended the same. She was sorry. She didn't mean to over do it. Would this happen again? Often? She looked pained at the thought... Or maybe it was just her arm.  

She wiped away a bit of mosture from under her eyes. She hadn't cried, but the pain had caused her to well up a bit. She meant it last night when she said she was stronger than she looked. At least she firmly believed that. She carefully considered Cilicia before looking away. "I should have taught you how to pin first I think... Way less painful."

She did what she always did. Looked to the brighter side of things, of Cicilia. She would spare the other woman her concern, and of blame for her arm. She would treat it like it had all been part of the fun of the moment. She would shoulder that all, no pun intended, just to keep someone she met yesterday night from worrying about her.

"I should have tapped... See?" She smiled, though her usual shine was lost somewhere in there. It seemed forced. "Even us non-rookies can make mistakes. Let's just say that's one for you. Now, I don't know about you, but I need to take a second to wash off." She looked down at herself frowning as the sand clad maiden she had become. "So let's take five, then I can finish beating you."