Fighting Tall and Small! Conza vs. Miss Masseter (for IndigoDragon)

Getting her opponent in her grasp, Masseter would say, "Okay, you little walnut, get ready for smushin'!" At the last word, she would start trying to put as much pressure as she could to squeeze Conza in the bearhug. But she then realized that since he was so small, she could greatly injure him, so she would lessen her pressure for a little bit.

Conza would surely feel the effects, but she hopes that she doesn't send him to a stretcher after this.

"Ahhh!" He whines in a cute way, his body crushed between her body and arms in the bearhug. Quickly, his face reddened into a deep red blush. His feet go ito action and start kicking the air.

He gives out another cry, right before Masseter loosened her grip. It still hurt so much, though. He looked up at her, showing that he noticed the change.

Masseter looked at Conza and saw his face turn into a deep red. She's guessing that the squeeze made it hard for him to breathe. It's a good thing she loosened the bearhug a little or else she might pop something in him. The clown would ask, "Sorry, youngin', was that too hard?"

If Conza responded yes in pain, Masseter would release him immediately. She did want to win, but she wanted to avoid causing any injury also.

He only blushes more, looking away now from her. "I-Its fine. I can take w-whatever you've got..." He struggled around some more before his body went a bit limp. His breathing became weaker and weaker.

"Alright, partner, if you insist." Masseter was still weary for Conza's condition and state, but she continued to admire his determination to stay in the game. A significant number of fans in the audience also saw this and cheered him onwards. With a calm smile and clear conscience once more, the clown would start to walk towards her opponent with two big fists up, ready to dish out some more.

Meanwhile, her mind was starting to think on what she should do now. Given how word out Conza looked, she could pull off her special, but there was a low chance that it could be done just right. But of course, no risk, no reward. Taking a deep breath, Masseter tried to grab Conza by the shoulders and turn him around so she can use her own stomach to knock him up in the air (while holding onto his shoulders) and slam him on his butt before getting him back on his feet. If Conza felt the pain as he's standing, she would also attempt to leap forward in a belly flop to take him down from behind and have him pinned beneath her.

After she let him go, he collapsed. Conza would scramble back up to two feet quickly after. He put his hands up. He was noticeably panting quite a bit, inhaling and exhaling from his mouth. But Massater would give no break.

She reaches for his shoulders, he reaches for her wrists. If he got to her first, Comza would twist both wrists and stomp down on her foot

Masseter guessed before that there was a small chance that her special could work without any interruptions. And she was right. Right when she grabbed his shoulders, Conza would grab both wrists and stomp down on her foot to stop her immediately. "AAAH!! Why you-!" Feeling enraged, the clown tried to give Conza a massive headbutt to stun him for a while. If this worked, she would leap forward for a belly flop to slam and pin him down beneath her.

His retaliation was met with a hard headbutt. Conza cries out loudly and was knocked right on to his ass by her. When his head stopped spinning, he could see her already coming down on him with a heavy slam.

Conza cries out in pain with a loud cry. His eyes shut tight. But then, his eyes relaxed. They were still closed though. He lets out what sounded like, a light moan.

Hearing Conza cry out in pain and then lightly moaning, Masseter figured that she should try for a pinfall. Usually, most attempts at a pinfall was met with a kickout to break it. Hopefully, Conza was weakened enough to hold him down. The clown tried to shift her position to lay herself across the little guy's body to pin him down.

If the ref saw this and comes over to the two immediately, the countdown would begin with a slap on the mat. "ONE!"

Conza shook around in an attempt to get free before she won. He didn't want her to get such an easy win. And also, he still wanted to try and win to see what it was that Masseter was offering him if he didn't end up winning the fight. He continues his struggles as the ref yelled out.

"TWO!'