Takiyama Miyabi Vs Lara "Silver" Abreu: A Heavyweight Debut

Sumo Style Match
Win By Pinfall, Submission or KO
No Hard Strikes Of Any Form
Schoolgirl Attire

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Bouncing on her large feet, Lara "Silver" Abreu was as eager as one could be, as she awaited outside the entrance curtain, or more, the curtain to her debut in AFW. A large girl, to say the least, Lara was trained by her close friend, Tessa "Blue" Malore, with extremely limited success. The entire set of lessons from Blue essentially going over her head, Silver decided to put her own spin on this whole 'wrestling' thing entirely, from the moves she'd use, to her overall attitude to the match. Hell, she didn't even care if she lost, as long as she had a good time, preferably against a girl who'd compare to her in stature, so that she could squash and squeeze without feeling like she were breaking a poor girls back.

Her foe, Miyabi, accomplished the latter to say the least. Knowing full well she would be going against a foe that would match her move for move, weight for weight, Silver could barely hold in her excitement. Hell, she might even make a new friend.

Moving down the ramp as her entrance music kicked off, the big girl nearly skipped, surprisingly for her size; her schoolgirl skirt fluttering up and down as she did so, briefly exposing her tiger print underwear beneath. She didn't even stop to acknowledge the fans, as the big girl arrived ringside, a massive smile on her face. Rolling under the ropes, she stood, eagerly hopping still, awaiting the arrival of her foe. The audience was simply captivated, at both the size of the woman and her apparent eagerness to begin.

While Miyabi nowadays considered herself a serious sumo wrestler and preferred to fight wearing nothing but her mawashi, she had to admit that being back in her old high school uniform to fight did have a fun feel to it! The sailor-style uniform, with its much-too-small blouse, cute red necktie, and swishy pleated skirt brought back plenty of fond memories from high school days which were at once both relatively recent and seemingly a whole lifetime ago. Miyabi had changed so much since those days. While she still had plenty of her old bright-eyed exuberance, she was more mature now, and had a better idea of her place in the AFW world. She had been involved with a PPV event. She had learned English. She was earning paychecks and sleeping in an apartment that she herself, not her parents or her aunt or anyone else, owned!

She wondered what sort of girl she would be facing tonight. She knew from the pictures that she had looked up that this Lara Abreu was a big girl—slightly bigger than Miyabi herself was, based on the girl's official height and weight recorded on the AFW website. "Slightly" really was the key term, though, as their stats were very close, well within the range that was necessary for Miyabi to feel confident. She had all sorts of experience now. Training under Akashi Tanikaze, the greatest sumo wrestler in the world! Victories in matches against girls her size! Appearances in major AFW productions! She was practically a veteran now, and it was her duty to show this rookie how things were done here in Tokyo!

Miyabi would prance out into the arena to loud applause, making her way quickly down the ramp, bouncing high with each step, practically skipping despite her large size. She and her opponent were evidently both eager to get this underway. Miyabi's skirt, as it swished around with each bounce her chubby body took, would occasionally flap up high enough to reveal something cute and pink underneath. Miyabi rolled under the bottom rope and then straightened herself up, her eyes immediately going to her similarly-sized—and similarly-dressed!—opponent in the opposite corner.

Miyabi would smile, then point a finger at the girl and stick her tongue out while winking. Even if she was a veteran now, she still had her almost childlike air of whimsy!

Stature aside, the two women seemed like they couldn't be further apart. One trained by a veteran, a world class sumo, the other trained by a rookie herself, with next to no clue what a big girl like Silver should do in the ring. One who went into the fight with serious intent, the other just looking for a thrill.

Beyond their heavyweight status and school girl attire, the two girls stood across each other like opposite ends of a magnet. At least Silver could take somewhat of an easy breath, in the fact that her foe had somewhat of a soft heart and childish nature to her it seemed, winking at Silver, tongue out.

Blinking wide eyed a few times, she'd soon close her eyes, shooting a huge smile back, her hands holding her chunky hips, before taking a few steps closer to the centre of the ring.

As the other sumo-sized schoolgirl smiled back at her and began to approach the center of the ring, Miyabi would follow suit, taking some heavy steps forward, the ring creaking slightly as both heavy girls moved towards the same spot. Miyabi had gained a few pounds lately, growing ever so slightly pudgier, though the truth was it was her increasingly strong muscles which were responsible for most of her weight gain. When she had first come to AFW, she had never wrestled before. It was just a funny dream, and Miyabi and her weak, skinny arms would have never made it very far if it hadn't been for Tanikaze-sama's training. Now, Miyabi was strong! She could lift at least her own body weight, and that was a lot!

The two of them were now standing just a couple of feet away from each other in the center of the ring. Miyabi breathed and crossed her arms beneath her chest. She looked Lara over, her eyes going right for the Spanish girl's big boobs first, wondering if they were going to bust out of that sailor blouse before Miyabi got a chance to tear the blouse off and reveal them herself. As Miyabi looked over the rest of the girl, she really did like what she saw. She wondered what sort of skills this rookie was bringing to the table—as far as Miyabi knew, this was the girl's first wrestling experience. Of course, it wasn't too difficult to get a handle on at least the basics of sumo.

"Hey! I will be the winner!" Miyabi would say, in her still less-than-stellar English, taking a very quick pause between each word and the word which followed it to ensure that she had the sentence properly structured. She would switch to Japanese after that, though she doubted the Spanish girl knew it: <I'm going to squeeze all of the air out of those big, fat boobs of yours! I'm going to kick your fat butt!>

Where as Miyabi had a somewhat muscle structure to her, the benefit most likely of being in AFW and the muscle gain probably an unintentional thing considering the stature of the girl, Silver was near completely devoid of it. Yeh, she could probably lift Miyabi with a heave; but only if her weight as behind it. Then again, with Silver's weight behind it, she could probably lift some of the biggest women in AFW.

Put it down to cockiness, but Silver was under the complete belief that she knew all she needed to to face someone of Miyabi, nay, any one's size and calibre. There was simply more to Miyabi to squeeze and squash, in Silver's mind anyway.

She'd raise her hand, ready to speak an introduction she'd been recycling in her head over and over, when instead the big girl's taunts hit her first. Her eyes going wide, she looked down at her extremely sizeable chest the moment Miyabi threatened to squeeze the air out of them. It seemed Miyabi had similiar intentions to the Silver haired heavyweight too then.

Smiling with her eyes clenched again, she'd step forward, hands up, ready to begin, her face consistently remaining friendly.

The girl was about to introduce herself, but she apparently thought differently after Miyabi would do her little taunt. The Japanese sumo thought that that was sort of strange, as most of the girls in AFW would just taunt back when presented with something like that. Maybe the girl was intimidated by Miyabi's use of Japanese? If she didn't know the language, then it was entirely possible that she might freeze up, uncertain about how to respond and uncertain of her opponent's intentions. Miyabi could understand that, for sure. She had had plenty of trouble communicating in her early AFW days. Almost every opponent she faced spoke English, but spoke no Japanese. It was just her luck, and because of it she had had to work very hard to learn a whole new language very quickly. But Miyabi was a smart girl, and she had managed to learn just fine!

The referee went over the rules, which were not particularly numerous. The match was a sumo-style match, but even that sort of descriptor gave the two large women a lot of wiggle room. They could win in almost any way possible. The schoolgirl outfits which they were wearing needed no explanation. And so, the fight was set to begin! As Lara stepped forward, smiled, and put her hands up, Miyabi would do the same, putting her hands up in a grappling posture. The bell would ring to get the fight underway!

"You and me, let's have a good match!" Miyabi would say, in her thickly-accented English. "Very good! I'm Miyabi, also!" She would then wiggle her fingers, offering Lara the opportunity to test her strength, girl against girl, hand to hand!

It wasn't so much the use of Japanese that caught the big ebony skinned girl off guard, but the taunt in general. She had no idea what Miyabi was saying when she spoke that foreign tongue, but the gesture she made with her hands and face said enough. Hopefully she wouldn't be too full on an opponent, Silver thought.

Already partially aware of the rules, Silver stepped forward, bouncing a little. Given the restriction of specifically blatant strikes, both girls could be in a bad spot; given the size of both competitors, being squashed or wrapped around was likely, and given the rules in place, both girls would most likely have to smile and endure whilst they tried to wriggled out of it. Silver didn't know what to think of the fact that if she kept her figure well controlled, she could stay on Miyabi the moment she got ahold of her!

As Miyabi brought her hands up, the green as grass Silver almost stepped forward and pressed fronts with the girl, convinced Miyabi was greeting her with a hug! Blushing and stepping back, she'd brush her hair back, before bringing up her hands

"..L..Lara!" she'd mutter, still embarrased. "Lara Abreu!" as her hands came to meet her foes. "I..I hope we can be friends?" she'd smile.

This matchup was probably going to be big on squishing and squeezing. Both girls were big and obviously had plenty of powerful grappling and crushing moves at their disposal. With no hard strikes allowed, and sumo style the name of the game, both women seemed ready to plow their ample assets right into each other in a series of head-on collisions in order to determine a winner. That description was not entirely apt—Miyabi, at least, intended to use her smarts to finesse her way to victory, taking a little extra here and a little extra there from Lara until the silver-haired girl could no longer keep up with her! In a war of attrition, Miyabi hoped that the more-experienced fighter, rather than the slightly larger one, would win out.

As Lara began to move to hug Miyabi, but would then step back, embarrassed, Miyabi was reminded of her first match against her big, cuddly American friend Sally, and how she had asked Sally for—or rather, pantomimed her desire for—a hug in the spirit of sportsmanship. And also so that she could feel Sally's body pressed against her own. Miyabi was definitely a hugger, and if this cute new girl wanted a hug from her, she was going to get one! Miyabi grinned big and would gently push the girls hands away when they tried to interlock fingers with her own. "Hee hee, you want a hug, yes? We will start with a hug! Miyabi-chan loves hugs, also!" she would say in a somewhat childish manner, as she would wrap her arms around the other big girl, looking into Lara's eyes as she did, their noses pressing together lightly between their faces.

"No very hard, uh, squeezing now! Enjoy the soft feelings!" Miyabi would say, wanting to make sure neither of them would turn this into a bearhug instead of a friendly beginning-of-the-match hug. Of course, if Lara tried to surprise Miyabi by adding more power, the sumo girl was more than ready to respond in kind...a bearhug would turn into an embrace of mutual destruction!

Silver was the hugging sort, but she wouldn't exactly be offended if Miyabi took a dodge. Hell, they would be trying to hurt each other in the following match of course. Preparing to step back, she flustered even more, when Miyabi now seemed determined to give her that hug.

Her hands staying wide at the moment, she'd blink a few times, awkward, as her big foe pressed fronts with her, arms wrapped. It was a rare sensation for Silver, to come up to a girl whose size matched her own; Miyabis hefty waist and chest gently pushing into Silver's, the new girl feeling Miyabi's every exhale as their fronts pushed, both girls large chests mushrooming gently together.

Still unnerved, and a little unsure of what Miyabi meant by "enjoy the soft feelings," she simply stood, her own hands now gently on Miyabi's back, not at all wrapping around her like the girl had Silver, just gently hugging the girl back instead.

Miyabi loved the feeling of her big, soft breasts and chubby belly bumping up against Lara's and gently squishing together. This Silver girl really had quite the fun, sumo-like body, and she was a playmate that Miyabi could definitely get used to playing with! Unfortunately, the girl did seem to be shy. Like, really shy, if Miyabi was any sort of a judge of character. She only awkwardly draped her arms around the Japanese girl, not really doing any hugging of her own. She was mostly just standing there, and that was pretty disappointing for Miyabi, who huffed and puffed out her cheeks a little as she stepped back and put her hands on her hips, looking Lara over.

"That was not a hug!" Miyabi would say, pointing to Lara's arms to indicate that she didn't use them properly. The sumo girl would step forward again, pushing her boobs against Lara's boobs, their skirts ruffling each other up. "Here! Hug!" Miyabi would say, almost as if she was speaking to a child, as she would grab onto Lara's wrists with hers and wrap Lara's arms around her body, right at chest level, where a proper hug should be. "Hug!" Miyabi would say again, as she would wrap her arms around Lara and cuddle up to the Spanish girl. She leaned her chin into the crook of Lara's neck and sighed. "Like this."

Then, she would move her arms down slightly, still holding onto Lara in the hug, but now grabbing onto the other girl's butt, giving it a squeeze and letting her fingers play with it. She grinned. "Or like this!"