Toshimi Minami vs. Migiri Oozara - Childs Play

Wrestling historians were beginning to take note of a certain statistic that Toshimi was liable to break should the match's pattern proceed until it's increasingly obvious conclusion. The world record for distance traveled through no means of your own by a wrestler. Being hurled the entire length of the wrestling ring was a good start, and the airtime gathered from being broadsided by a human locomotive was making it a shoe in for the submissionist to garner this lamented record. Toshimi unaware of this factoid, or anything else for that matter as she remained drooped atop the bottom half of the steel steps with a lifeless slump to her limbs. The ramming collision from the toddler's playtime was akin to being hammered into by a cherubic brick wall. The painting of Migiri's childlike dominance over Toshimi being detailed further by the giant infant using her as a literal stepping stone to get back into the ring.

"6!"

"HUGUAH!!!" Toshimi gagged with her mouth agape, eyes scrunched shut with her booted feet tapping the floor before the over 200 pound weight was lifted off of her shoulders, but mainly her spine. When she was free to go flopping over down the stairs where she arched her spine and massaged it steadily, mashing the side of her face into the floor and eyeing the referee counting along. The submissionist contemplating her options. Whether she had indeed bitten off more than she could chew...if Migiri's monstrous strength made her the better wrestler this night...and just what was that stupid teddy bear looking at, whose blank stare she concentrated her vision on. "Nngh...you shut the hell up..." Toshimi muttered at the nine count, soldiering up to her hands and knees before propelling herself back into the ring just under the wire. The submissionist gasping with a smile form having made it just in time, crawling before freezing in place when inadvertently bumping her head with Migiri's knee...

Everybody was rooting for Minami! They wanted her to get back in the ring, seeing how hard she was fighting, how brave she was. Lots of cheers and applause and people encouraging her, and you know what? Migiri couldn’t help herself. She was doing it, too!

”Come on, Toshi-tan!” She cheered as she jumped up and down, making the ropes jiggle with each hop. ”You can do it!”

Minami must’ve really gotten some inspiration from all of Migiri’s cheering, because, sure enough, she came sliding into the ring just in the nick of time. It was close, but she was happy that her friend could keep on playing. That meant they didn’t have to end early. That meant they had so many more games to try.

”Congratulations, Toshi-tan!” She gave Minami a quick pat on the head. She stepped back and hummed as she tapped her lips, a fun thought popping into her head. ”But I’m ready for our next game, now. And I was thinking…”

Migiri brought her boot up and dropped it down, making to drive the heel right into that little window on Minami’s chest. ”Tag, you’re it!”

Giggling, Migiri broke into a run and stormed away from Minami as she reeled from the stomp, moving across the ring with big, powerful strides. She bounced off the ropes and came storming back towards her bestest friend at full speed, raising her foot as she near, looking to give a big old running kick right in the face!

Whatever inspiration Toshimi had drawn from to make her miraculous, split-second slide back inside the ring even possible...it was safe to say that Migiri's personal cheering section was most definitely not it. However, the submissionist's harrowing effort's to overcome all of the brutal punishment Migiri had subjected to in order to scramble up to her feet in time, did in actuality, rile up the audience members to an inspirational degree. Cheering and applauding and generally wiling her onward like the underdog hero she'd very much been cast in after being rode roughshod over by Migiri. Toshimi not remembering the last time she'd had this much vocal fan support before...it'd be a shame if people found out the main reason she'd willed herself back into the ring was because that stupid teddy bear looked like it was laughing at her. And she just wanted to stick it back it to that stuffed ursine with those beady little eyes.

"..." Toshimi grumbled with a blank-eyed glare of annoyance straight ahead from being petted on her head by the towering toddler, sucking her teeth and almost incapable of repressing her outrage. For now she'd need to fantasize about the second she'd have this infuriating giantess begging for mercy and shrieking her lungs out from Toshimi's refusal to grant her that blissful freedom from whatever submission she had her locked into. But for now regrettably, the childish games continued. And they continued with a playfully savage stomp right down on her boob window, mashing her breasts and prompting Toshimi to shield herself and begin rolling back towards the ropes she'd just dove under. Using those tethers to steady her ascension with a grimacing wince, peering up to notice the chipper woman-child stomping towards her once again. Toshimi looked on like a helpless babe in the woods...who'd abruptly duck down and dodge the big boot, whiffing completely and going straight between the middle and top ropes.

”Watch out, Migi-tan!” Ringo-tan called out from the corner as Migirin went a-running, making the ring quake and shake as she dashed. ”She’s gonna move!”

Migiri could hear him just fine, but she didn’t slow up, not one little bit! Bouncing off the ropes like this was so much fun, and she never got to do it, nowhere near as much as she wanted to. She wasn’t super-fast, but she could pick up some good speed when she tried hard enough, and right now she was bearing down on Toshi-chan hard. She could see her friend looking all tired and popped out over there, and there was absolutely, positively no way she’d get out of the way in time to-

And she moved.

”Gwaah!” Migiri squeaked as her foot went through the ropes, no longer with anything to stop all the momentum she’d been bringing. Awkward, she smacked into the ropes and flopped down to her back, hitting so hard it knocked her bonnet off. Groaning, she laid there for a moment, her leg still sitting on the rope. ”Owie. Oooooooowie.”

”Told you so.

”That’s not helping, Ringo-tan.”

Toshimi would have preferred to attribute her last second exhibition of masterful dodging to her trained wrestling acumen, garnered after years of competing with the renowned talent compromising Wrestle Angels roster at the time. Except that the irksome truth of it was that Toshimi was already in mid-collapse in that direction anyway. Her own willpower and wrestling tenacity were the only factors keeping her vertical, so deftly avoiding that rampaging woman-child was simply a matter of letting go and allowing gravity to take the reigns. Toshi flopping down to the canvas and crawling along the ropes a bit before glancing behind her. She recognized this situation with wide-eyed astonishment and capitalized with newly adrenalized vigor.

The submissionist standing upright and approaching Migiri's hooked leg before clasping it by the ankle and horridly angling it upward. A torturous contortion that Toshimi was applying with teeth gnashing intensity, remembering all of the embarrassing torment Migiri had subjected to, making it easy outright easy to ignore any and all notions of mercy, sympathy, or pity. "You really must be certifiable to be talking to that stuffed bear all this time, you do know that, right?!!" Toshi snarled out, somewhat hypocritically considering she had done the same from outside the ring, with not even the threat of disqualification convincing the savage submissionst to acquiesce and release the ankle early for now.

Migiri didn’t feel so good and she kind of had the feeling it was about to get really, really worse.

She was laying there, hurting, all dizzy and spun around from the super-nasty fall she’d just taken. It wasn’t a good place to be in, but she could get up soon enough, if she had a chance…

...but then mean old Toshi-tan came over and grabbed her leg! She didn’t notice it right away, but she felt the leg bending back and looked down to see what was causing it, watching at it was bent further and further in a direction it was never meant to go. ”Heyheywhat’reyoudoingnononononono-”

Migiri went into a thrashing fit as Toshimi bent her leg with the rope’s aid, contorting it and taking it close to the breaking point. This wouldn’t have been a bit of fun anytime, but with the damage she’d taken there before, it was way worse, and it felt like her leg was going to come off at the knee! All she could do was squirm around and swat her arms at Toshimi, making the ring rumble with each movement, but that wasn’t getting her anywhere like this. Her only hope was the referee, who she could’ve sworn was counting too slow!

"...ohyesyesyesyesyes." Toshimi, unsurprisingly, showed zero remorse when it came around to cranking backward on the Toddler's Titan's twisted appendage, the seething bitterness on her visage being the apparent clue that she was intent on dragging out this bit of excruciating leg torture for as long as legally possible. The straining flexing of Toshimi's thigh muscles, stressed stretching of the tendon's in her knee. The submissionist reveled in returning the proverbial favor towards Migiri for the last few minutes spent being flung, tackled, stepped on, and...cuddled, like she was another one of this weirdo's dolls. Although Toshimi was not so blinded rage to not be aware of her surroundings, including the referee beside her who was on the brink of issuing an immediate separation.

Something that Toshi would actually oblige right before the five count by unhooking her angled limb, but keeping her grasp on Migiri's ankle to lead the one-legged giantess hopping back towards the middle of the ring. "Hey Migi-chan..." Toshimi whispered in a sinister tone far more menacing than the call-back to the beginning of the match she was imitating. "Wanna see how fast you can spin?..." Regardless of answer, Toshi would tuck Migiri's ankle underneath her armpit before spinning the captured leg around in a Dragon Screw Leg-Whip that'd reek further damage upon it.

Migiri wanted a lot of things. She wanted to find fun, new people to play with, which was why she came back to the AFW after such a long, boring time. She wanted to get some new teddy bears for Ringo-tan to play with. She really wanted to try on Toshi-tan’s outfit and see how far she could get it to stretch!

But what she wanted more than anything lse right now, more than antyhing she could think of in the whole wide world, was to not have her leg broken! Unfortunately, Toshi-tan was playing mean and really pushing hard for that, twisting her leg back further and further, really making it superhurt. Migiri squirmed, she squealed, she smacked her fists on the canvas, but none of it helped. It was the longest five seconds she could remember!

But the count ended. She was free. And now she just had to find a way to-

Wait, nope, Toshimi wasn’t done yet. Migiri squawked and flailed her arms about as she was forced to stand up on her good leg, with her opponent still holding on to the bad one, asking her a rather ominous question that she didn’t want to answer.

[color:aad4=00cccc]”...if I said ‘No’, would you still-”

Before Migi-tan could finish her rather poignant question, Toshimi spun about and sent her flying with the leg whip, wrenching her leg around in the process. She came down hard on her back, flopped to her side, and started howling as she cradled and rubbed her aching leg, trying hard to get the feeling back into it before things got even worse!

What it may have lacked in fair-play or merciful conduct, it made up for in being supreeeemely cathartic. Especially witnessing the sheer terror in Migiri's eyes that was assuredly directed right back at her when the toddler terror chucked Toshimi across goddamn near the entire length of the wrestling ring. Fair-weather warnings from the referee were worth being chewed out for, because as of now the kid gloves were off (pun not intended...maybe) and Toshi was ratcheting up her viciousness in an effort to help even the playing field against this big baby. Strained tendons and tightened muscle fibers were just a few of the effects of having one's legs twisted about at so sharp an angle and at so fast a velocity, and Migiri's agonized bellows even had some people feeling sympathetic...

"...*pant*...*pant*...that fast..." But none of them were Toshimi, who cast a shadow over the anguishing behemoth after standing back up. Fists clenched and breathing spiteful fire in her lungs in the stark imagery of the submissionist actually standing tall over the feared giant whom struck infantile terror in the W.A. locker-room for years. But wrestlers back than feared Toshimi as well, especially if you ever pissed her off. Toshi's right eye twitching as she scowled before figuring out exactly what she was going to do next. She motioned over towards the afflicted leg and yanked it out from Migiri's grasp with a kick to her side if it took so to dislodge the leg from her grasp. After firstly extending it high into the sky, Migiri will attempt to collapse backward and entrap her opponent's leg between her own with her arms around it's ankle, and by applying pressure by thrusting her hips will go for a hyper-extending and utterly torturous Knee-Bar...

Okay, so, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe Migiri was in a little bit of trouble, here.

She known that Toshi-tan was supergood at submission holds, but she’d forgotten just how supergood she was, and thought she’d be strong enough to get by. After all, most people never even tried to put her in the silly things, since she was so busy tossing them around the ring that they barely had a chance. But that annoying little pain in her leg wasn’t so annoying anymore - it hurt. A lot. A lot a lot. And it looked like it wasn’t going to be getting better anytime soon.

Migiri squawked at the mean kick in her side, but she’d barely had time to protest before Toshi-tan grabbed her bad leg again. She didn’t know what she was grabbing it for, but it was a safe guess it wasn’t anything she’d like. ”Letgoletgoletgoletgoletgoletgo-”

And she was right! Toshi-tan flopped back and put her in a mean, bendy knee-thingy, one that made her leg hurt worse than ever before. Migiri cried out and flopped around, shrieking and screaming and trying to reach forward enough to grab Toshi-tan and pull free. When that didn’t work, she started scooting back, more than willing to drag them both across the ring to get to the ropes if she had to.