Toshimi Minami vs. Migiri Oozara - Childs Play

On the outside, what appeared to be a jovial frolic through an imagined wonderland in Migiri's childish dementia...was actually an endurance test the likes of which Toshimi was on the cusp of earning a big fat "F" for. Such ungodly torquing compression, breasts mushed together in a position where Toshi couldn't have felt more powerless. The titanic bearhug straightening out her spine with uncomfortable sounding pops as Toshimi gagged and gasped for precious air while the toddler titan playfully pranced about like a cherubic preschooler without a care in the world. Being dizzied and discombobulated from all the fanciful twirling put Toshimi into a confused tailspin, one not relented upon until Migiri's childlike mind immediately discarded her last idea for whatever else popped up in her noggin.

"...*GASP*...*breathes*..." Toshimi inhaled with chortled coughs once relief was felt in the bearhug until it was nothing but a cutesy snuggle, the submissionist balancing on her top-toes but flinching with a squirm once Migiri wiggled their noses together in an adorable Eskimo kiss. It was tough to put into words how outright embarrassing this all was for Toshi, but her flared red crimson cheeks let it be known regardless. She unwillingly obeyed the motions that had her being hung out to dry against the ropes, arms dangling over the top and drooping head than peaking up at the babying behemoth above with a wincing groan. Migiri merrily shushing the crowd to modest success as a decent majority either piped down or shushed other people...but rather than a booming chest slap echoing throughout the arena, they'd have to settle for a different sound. Namely the one the came after Toshimi would narrowly duck out of the way to emphatically snap-kick the back of Migiri's knee once at her side.

Migiri always hated how quiet Minami could be, even when they were both in Wrestle Angels. She almost never said much of anything, never smiled, and never answered all the tea party invites that Migiri sent out every Saturday - granted, nobody else did, but that wasn’t the point. She wished her new best friend would be louder. Brighter. That way she would let the whole world hear that lovely voice of hers.

Well, she was about to get her wish. If this double-slap to the chest wasn’t enough to make Toshimi sing, what could? Just a couple more seconds, and…

”Huh?” Migiri brought her hands down and wound up slapping nothing but the ring ropes, which sure made her wrists smart! But where did Toshi-tan go? Migiri knew she was fast, but not that fast.

”Migiri! Look out!”

Migiri heard Ringo trying to warn her, and started to turn around to see what was about to happen. Too slow. Toshi-tan snuck up and gave her a big, mean kick in the leg, one that hurt a lot more than she was ever expecting to feel in this fight. Yelping, she hopped away on one foot, making the ring shake with every little bounce, her prim and proper hair bouncing all over. That hurt a lot!  ”Ow, Toshi-tan! You’re being super-mean!

Unless she was in her law office fielding calls left and right, Toshimi was never quite the most verbose of chatterboxes on the best of days. And this character trait was certainly not improved upon after her having been squashed within Toshimi's hugging clutches, squeezing the wind out of her and leaving her short of breath and even shorter on time to think of a counter measure against her rapidly declining match prospects. Peeking up at Migiri winding back offered Toshimi a foreboding and terrifying visual that scared new life into her, the audible swatting of air heard behind her making her that much more relieved to have not been on it's receiving end.

"Tch..." Toshimi scowled with a blushing grimace after hearing Migiri accuse HER of being aggressive after having been pitched through the sky like a bail of hay...having her ribcage squeezed down upon in a vice to the point where she was still having haggard breathes...and mollycoddled like an adorable stuffed animal. *Well...if this demented loon thinks that was "super-mean"...* Toshimi bitterly internalized while backpedaling a few steps before turning around to sprint towards the ropes behind Toshimi, than bouncing off of them and ducking low for an attempted shoulder tackle to the back of giant's other knee.

”Owie ow ow ouch ow-”

It might’ve looked like a bit much, but Migiri was really really hurting after that hit. She was used to people punch her and kicking her and stuff, that happened all the time, and she’d never had any problem taking that before. But Toshimi lucked up and hit her in just the right - or wrong spot, giving her a special sort of pain that she didn’t like one bit. But it was okay! Toshi-tan probably didn’t know how much it hurt, and didn’t mean for it to be so bad. Migiri would just have to show her…

The thought brought a little smile to her face, but it didn’t last long, as Toshimi went after her legs again! This time she went for the other one, and since the first one she went after hurt so much, Migiri just fell down to her knees, waving her arms around and crying. She had to bite her lip to keep it from getting super loud, the pain driving her crazy. The crowd was being rude about it, too, even cheering on Toshimi as she kept being a bully. ”Ooooooooo, Toshi-tan, you’re such a bully!” Migiri huffed and started to push her way up, groaning along the way. ”I’m...gonna...get you!”

Strikes and tackles were not even necessarily Toshimi's "forte", so to speak. But you'd be surprised what you're capable of when someone woman-handles and makes an abject fool of you. The Venus having an older brother who is actually a die-hard fan of American football, which basically meant that Toshimi had to be a fan if she ever wanted to converse with him socially. Hence why she performed a textbook shoulder tackle right to the back of the toddler's supporting leg, staggering the towering giant until she slumped down to her knees to everyone's startled surprise. Fans not remembering the last time they'd seen Migiri toppled so early in a match...

...but it was an appreciated sight nonetheless as Toshimi arose behind Migiri with scowling determination. So far her pre-match strategy plan was underway, but she knew it was going to take more chops to truly topple this tree. Rather than risk becoming predictable with all of her speed-driven offense, Toshimi changed up the flow by kneeling behind Migiri so her knees were propped atop the giant's calf muscles. After taking one of Migiri's arms and hooking it behind her and in the crook of Toshi's arm, the Venus will attempt to apply her Sazan Sleeperhold to begin cutting down on the flow of blood to the toddler's head and start her submission game. Which was most definitely her forte. "Sleepy-time for baby..."

Migiri was starting to get a little mad.

Just a little.

She was trying to be so nice with Toshi-tan, but she kept on being so rude and mean and kicking her in the leg and just being a fuddy-duddy about the whole thing. It was a shame, really. She wanted to be friends, and she knew that Minami didn’t have a lot of those. They could’ve had so much fun, playing dress-up. She would look so so SOOOOOOOOOOO cute in her outfit!

But that was okay, she just didn’t feel like coming out to play...yet. Migiri knew just how to convince her.

She started to push her way up with a smile, getting ready to do just that, when Toshi-tan went and jumped the gun on her. She came at her from behind, twisted up her arm, and started choking her throat really hard, squeezing nice and tight, like she wanted a hug from the wrong side. It wasn’t exactly fun, but Migiri should’ve known this kind of thing would happen sooner or later. She and Minami both loved bending people, after all, they just had different ways of doing it. See? They had a lot in common, they could be the bestest friends.

But Migiri couldn’t tell her that if she was asleep, so she had to get out of this, quick and fast. Gritting her teeth hard, she squirmed in the hold, and started to pul her head forward. A little bit. A little bit more...before she jerked it back hard, trying to smack Toshi-tan in the face with the back of her skull!

That’ll show her!

The process was officially underway...now Toshimi just needed to stick to her strategy. Some modicum of luck had gotten her here, but she figured she was due for some after having started off with nothing but rotten misfortune. But now she was in control. All after finally managing to get this insufferable toddler off of her feet and on her knees, where she'd firmly cinched in a specialized sleeperhold she'd created that robbed her opponents of one of their arms as well. It scarcely ever won her matches, but it nevertheless did the job in wearing them down exceptionally well. But wrangling down this behemoth of a woman was no easy feat, and neither would be keeping her there. Toshimi leveraging herself against Migiri's broad muscled back to tighten the sleeperhold and give her less wiggle room...

...but not expecting the head-bonking counter in the slightest, Migiri's ringletted head smashing backward against Toshi's face with head-rattling repercussions. The submissionist yelping a stunned groan before flopping back in an immediate abandonment of the sleeper as she shielded her scrunching face and kicked her feet against the canvas, eventually having the foresight to roll herself under the bottom rope to lay on the ring apron before dropping to her wobbly legs outside. "Stupid...Stupid!!!" Toshimi pounding her fist on the ring apron while soothing her nose, all while being her own worst critic.

Migiri was kind of in a bad way at the moment. Toshi-Chan wasn’t that big, but she was really good squeezer, and she made it super hard for her breath. Even after she’d gotten free with that headbutt, she had to fall forward, gasping, choking, trying to breath again. By the time she’d gotten altogether, Toshi-Chan was outside of the ring, catching a breath on the apron.

But that didn’t mean Migiri couldn’t get to her. ”Hey, Migi-tan!”[b] Ringo called out. [b]”I think she wants to play Choo-Choo!”

Migir lit up at that - it was such a good idea. Smiling bright and wide, she crawled forward and rolled under the ropes on the other side of the ring, as far from Toshi-Chan as she could be. ”Whoo-whoo!” She brought her arm and pulled it down, pulling a train whistle that only she could see. ”All aboard! Chugachugachugachugachuga…”

The crowd looked on, befuddled, as Migiri started chugachugaing her way around the ring, breaking into a full run with her arms spread. Her intentions became clear, though, as she rounded the corner at top speeds, dropped her shoulder, and tried to ram into Toshimi with all the momentum she could muster, looking to bowl her over.

Toshimi, seething in pained anger, could not believe, how badly she'd screwed matters up back there. Of course she wasn't anticipating to win the match over just a sleeperhold, but wearing down someone of Migiri's size and endurance was absolutely going to take more than what she just doled out in that maneuver. And opportunities to do so were not just going to be gifted to her on a silver freaking platter. Every second counted. And she'd just let that insufferable toddler off the hook after having her dead to rights. Toshimi's inner perfectionist was not going to let that one go for some time, especially if it ends up being the determining factor in who comes out on top. Toshi started opening up her squinting eyes and lowering her hand from her aching nose once she'd heard an echo...

"Chugachugachugachugachuga…”

*...What's that sound?...* Her distorted and watery-eyed vision regaining some clarity as she peeked her head up and started scanning her surroundings. The oscillating vibrations felt on the ground beneath her instilled a fearful unease in the pit of her stomach and prompted her to turn around to have those fears become frighteningly realized. Stark-wide eyes and a breathlessly terrified gasp hardly a proper deterrent to being bulldozed into with enough strength fueled momentum to somehow have Toshi horizontally spinning in midair propelled backward directly into the steel steps, bowling the top half over with Toshi pitiably slumped face-down atop it. Flaccid arms dangling over the top in her stewing stupor...and coincidentally beside the turnbuckle housing a certain teddy bear atop it.

Migiri hadn't played Choo-Choo in a long time, so long that she almost forgot how fun it was! She didn’t get the chance to run around all that much because she was so big that often broke things and people, but that was the great thing about wrestling - she could do whatever she wanted, when she wanted, how she wanted, and a lot of times it even helped her win match. That was kind of the case here, when she ran into Toshi-chan and sent her flying soooooooooo far.

It was a real good time, but Migiri didn’t think her friend enjoyed it too much…

Oh, well.

”All aboard!” Migiri came to a stop and hopped around, giggling as her curls bounced. She was just about to start up a new game, knowing all sorts of fun things they could do outside of the ring. She was so happy that she almost forgot about something really important.

”Migi-tan! Don’t forget about the ref!”]

Ringo-tan managed to get her attention, and it was just in the nick of time. Migiri’s eyes lit up as she looked over to the side, and sure enough, the referee was counting, throwing her hand over the top rope with each stroke. ”5!”

She gasped and slapped her forehead, feeling so embarrassed. ”Thanks, Ringo-tan! I’m so silly, I almost forgot about that.” Migiri started to make her way up the stairs, but there was a little problem. Toshi-tan knocked off the top part of the steps when she got hit by the Choo-Choo. Migiri could’ve just rolled under the ropes and got back inside the ring, but she had a much better idea. Way more fun.

She used Toshi-tan’s back as a step! She stepped right on her spine and hopped onto the apron, slipping through the ropes and getting in easy. She was ready to play again, but she still needed her playmate. ”Hey, Toshi-tan!” She called out over the turnbuckle. ”Hurry up and get back inside! I want to play way, way, waywayway more! Come on, come on!”[/color][/color]