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

Whether Silver wanted or didn't want to make the match more 'authentic,' Miyabi didn't seem too interested in her opinion. Well, so it appeared to Silver, as she had her top literally shredded in front of her, accident or no by the equally big girl. She'd look down, huge belly now showing underneath those simply massive breasts, clad in her somewhat 'backup' wrestling attire of a leopard print bra, the big girl blushed; stripped topless in her very first official match!

Her eyes would rapidly switch between exposed gut and her foe, who seemed to be apologetic, with the rookie being mixed on whether said apology was heartfelt or more sarcastic. Wide eyed and open mouthed from the moment she was partially stripped, she'd latch eyes fully on Miyabi, hands not knowing whether to bother covering herself up or not. "You..!..That....You!!...Super mean!" She'd squeal, still utterly shocked!

Miyabi had not intended to rip the shirt. She had intended to pull it up and off of Silver's body, because she had been enjoying their hugs and pushing contests so far and wanted to do it in what was, in her sumo-trained mind, a more authentic manner. But she didn't want to risk offending her opponent, and if she could have stopped before ripping that shirt in order to alleviate any stress that Silver might have been feeling now, she would have. Looking at the leopard print bra which barely contained those bulging breasts, Miyabi would blush, and would drop the shirt on the ground, crossing her arms in front of her awkwardly as she looked at Silver with big eyes, begging for forgiveness as she divided her attention between Silver's face and chest.

"S-sorry! Miyabi d-did not, umm...did not want to make you feel bad! O-or weird! Miyabi wants to...to have fun! Sorry, Silver-chan!" Miyabi would say, as she stepped closer to Silver again, putting her arms up in what might have been either a challenge or a defensive pose. She wasn't quite sure what to do now. Part of her wanted to keep apologizing. Part of her wanted to keep fighting. Part of her wanted to strip Silver more. What was a sumo girl to do with so many conflicting things running through her head as she stared at the big boobs of her now somewhat-naked opponent?

"Please...do not hate Miyabi!" she would ask of her busty opponent.

Silver merely kept her eyes locked on the chubby girl who undressed her; her face now fully gaining the ability to throw a stubborn, hurt emotion at her foe. Silver was by no means ashamed of her figure-she just didn't take too kindly to being forced to reveal it in front of such a massive crowd! Her eyes would briefly roll down to the shredded outfit at Miyabi's feet, making herself feel worse. She wasn't completely sure why; she both had spare versions of the top, and the AFW costume department would probably have it fixed up by the time Silver even turned up for work again tomorrow.

Stepping forward, her arms crossed in front of her chest, she'd merely turn her head and huff; the previously advertised sumo match now becoming an apparent tantrum by one of the two big girls! Closing the distance, a mere foot or so between Silver and her foe, she'd come to a stand.

"Too mean...maybe not friends after all..." She'd mutter, eyes closed, face turned with her lips then held tightly together in a spoilt fashion.

Silver's distraught tone caused Miyabi to worry immensely about whether or not she had ruined the rest of this match by stripping her opponent. She had just wanted to see Silver's cute belly and boobs, but if it meant that the two of them were not going to be friends at all after this match, then Miyabi wished she hadn't done it. As Silver stepped towards her, Miyabi waited for her opponent to give her some sort of sign. When the European girl turned away, arms crossed coldly in front of her chest, the Japanese sumo girl was crestfallen. She had made a terrible mistake, and she wished she could correct it.

"N-no! P-please!" Miyabi would stammer, stepping forward, her shoulders shrinking slightly, her arms outstretched towards Silver plaintively as she begged for the forgiveness of her fellow plus-sized wrestler. She wouldn't touch Silver—she was worried about what the girl might believe about her intentions—but she would bring her palms up and spread her arms as she tried to get Silver to forgive her. "Miyabi is v-very sorry! Miyabi likes Silver-chan and wants to be a friend!"

The crowd was in somewhat of a even split. Half of the crowd was somewhat frustrated that the promised sumo match between two busty curvy girls had descended into something of a high school drama, whilst the other were watching with keen intent, curious as hell just to what would transpire!

Silver's head began to turn somewhat with her pout still apparent, arms preparing to uncross as it seemed the big girl was looking for another forced squeeze, before Miyabi stopped her arms short. Looking her dead on, she'd keep said pout, uncrossing her arms fully before extending them. Even shirtless with a 'angry' face equipped, Silver still somewhat struggled to hate the pudgy cute figure before her.

"No! Friends wouldn't do this!" She'd roar, giving a somewhat forceful shove to her big foe right above her hefty chest; even the referee somewhat tilting her head, curious as to what the hell she was watching!

There were those in the crowd who seemed disgruntled at the previously very exciting and competitive match between two big girls transforming into one pouting and yelling and the other begging for forgiveness while on the verge of tears. Miyabi, though, was scared that her action, undertaken in the heat of the moment, would cause her to lose the opportunity to make a good friend out of the cute silver-haired chubby girl. She spread her arms and continued to plead her case, apologizing over and over again and swearing that she hadn't meant to hurt Silver's feelings.

But the European girl still was not willing to accept Miyabi's apology. Miyabi's open arms were greeted not with a hug, which would have been ideal, but with a hard shove, Silver's hands pushing into her on the upper part of her chest, above her breasts. Miyabi yelped as she fell backwards, landing hard on her bottom on the canvas, staring up at Silver with her mouth hanging open. She was trying very, very hard to apologize to the girl, but nothing seemed to make Silver feel better. It seemed as if it were hopeless, and the lost opportunity to make a friend made Miyabi very sad indeed. She couldn't help but sniffle a little, and as soon as she did, her eyes began to well up with tears, which dripped slowly down her face as she stared despairingly up at Silver.

"S-Sowwy!" Miyabi would choke out, her English being affected by her crying. "I s-s-so sowwy...! S-Silver-chan is good...t-to hate Miyabi..."

Silver, like most girls with even a moderately kind heart, took no enjoyment in making others cry. Especially those who at all did not deserve it, such as in Miyabi's case. Even if the action was very much not an accident, which it seemed to truly be, mind, it WAS in the rules of the match. Silver could of easily specified both in the match setup, or in her AFW contract altogether, that she specifically wouldn't wrestle in torn or displaced clothing. With that in mind, Silver began to feel like the worst person in the world, especially with Miyabi on her butt in front of her with tears rolling down her face.

"I'm sor..." Silver would stop herself, getting somewhat of an idea, to atleast make the two girl's even. After all, Silver felt the crowd would become somewhat infuriated, if a promised sumo match completely descended into two girls repeatedly apologising to one another!

Reaching down, trying to throw a soft smile to Miyabi in an attempt to make her do the same, she'd gently place a hand on the crying girls cheek, in an attempt to lovingly soothe. Again gently, she'd then begin to unbutton the top of her shirt, continuing until ideally the big girl was fully exposed belly side, before trying to force it up and over her shoulders! "Now we're even Miyabi!"

Miyabi sat on her butt, her will to fight now largely drained from her, trying not to actually start crying at her predicament. She sniffled and tried to stifle any further tears when something rather unexpected happened. Silver had been so mad at her just moments earlier, telling her that they could not be friends after Miyabi pulled her shirt off. But now, Silver bent down, putting a hand on Miyabi's cheek and brushing the small teardrop off of Miyabi's face. Miyabi sniffled again and then looked up at Silver, who seemed to be about to say something, before she apparently decided better of it. Instead, she began unbuttoning Miyabi's shirt!

"Waah—" Miyabi would start, obviously shocked by the sudden turn. Her cheeks turned red, and she fidgeted and wiggled as her silver-haired opponent unbuttoned her shirt and then pulled it up over her head, stripping Miyabi to her bra, as well, with her cute, slightly pudgy tummy sticking out! What Lara said about being even made sense, and, if that meant that they could continue in the same friendly fashion which they had conducted the first half of the match, then Miyabi couldn't be happier.

"Uoh! A-ah, so, umm, Miyabi and Silver-chan are friends again?" she would ask, before slowly rising up onto her feet. She wanted to be sure that that was what this meant. She wanted to be sure she didn't risk losing the opportunity to be friendly with Silver again by making another big mistake!

With now both women clad in nothing but bras, Silver felt somewhat less revealing. Sure, Miyabi had forced the big rookie topless, where as Silver almost gently tugged and suggested before doing so, but she couldn't keep up a foul mood of the girl for long!

"Okay!" Silver would yell in glee, removing her foe's top and throwing it to the side, so it could no longer interfere. She'd simply smile and nod at the girls suggestion to be friends again, before extending hand, forcibly pulling Miyabi to a standing posture under her armpits, albeit gently. Silver would then giggle slightly, as it became apparent that both girls were as heavy set as one another; with both bellies pressed somewhat firmly to another, it was easy to see!

"We can be friends again..." She'd turn her head, eyes closing in cute smile once more. Part of her wanted to hug her now topless counterpart, but stopped herself short. A match still in effect, she didn't want to invite her heavy foe to turn the hug into a big squeeze!

"But we should really wrestle! Afterwards, milkshakes!"

Silver seemed to be more comfortable now that Miyabi had been stripped to just her bra on top, too. If anything, Miyabi liked it better this way. She was a sumo, after all, and sumos typically wrestled in nothing but their mawashis. When she fought with Akashi, or with Sarnai, that was how she was attired, and wearing her old schoolgirl outfit felt in some way stifling. And making Silver feel better made Miyabi feel better, too! She sniffled a couple more times, getting rid of the last few tears on her face. She took a couple of deep breaths, too, which served to push her belly into the belly of her opponent, squishing them together.

"Yay!" Miyabi would cheer as Silver told her that the two of them could be friends again. Miyabi opened her arms wide for a hug, but Silver, for some reason, did not slide in and accept it. That worried Miyabi for a moment, but she soon enough found out why Silver did not hug her, and it made sense. Taking a step back from Silver to put some space between them, Miyabi smiled back at her regained friend. "Yes, wrestle now, very good friend stuff later!" Miyabi would say. Bending her knees, she would get into a semi-sumo crouch.

"Umm, and Miyabi...is v-very sorry if Miyabi will do more bad things to Silver-chan! Miyabi always wants to be Silver-chan's friend!"