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.

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.

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..."

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.

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.