Toshimi Minami vs. Migiri Oozara - Childs Play

The veritable murderer's row of Wrestle Angel talent who've underestimated Toshimi's submission prowess is quite the list of seasoned veterans. Beauty Ichigaya. Sachiko Kanda. Mighty Yukiko. Even the fabled and supposedly undefeatable golden haired goddess Chris Morgan. And yet to a "T", each one found all their hubris and misjudgments costing them a match and temporary usage of one of their limbs after being wrestled down to the canvas and subjected to one submission after another. All until tapping out became the only sane judgment call when years off their career were being threatened.

Migiri Oozara's name seeming to be the next addition to Toshi's collection of educated wrestling titan's given how shrill those screams were, the Venus Of Submissions crossing her legs in a Figure Four position while perpetrating all sorts of heinous damage on the toddler's leg...until noticing the scooting slog actually getting Migiri some headway in dragging them both towards the ropes. An abrupt abandonment of the submission offering some relief as Toshi stood back up, but only to put all of her adrenalized fervor into tugging this giantess of a woman back towards the center of the ring. "Get...back here...you...big...baby..." Toshi seethed before collapsing back down to the floor in a reapplication of the knee-bar...but now unknowingly within arm's reach of Migiri.

Migiri was in trouble.

A little bit of trouble.

Okay, she was in a lot of trouble, super trouble, big bad serious trouble!

She had not, in fact, lived under a rock in her time with Wrestle Angels, so she knew that Toshi-tan could be super mean with these submissions. She’d even thought that she might get in one or two with this match, and she was okay with that. She didn’t think it would be that bad. She’d been in submission holds before, and she’d never, ever had to tap.

But whoa boy, did this hurt! It hurt so bad, and all she could think about was getting to the ropes, but Toshimi, the meany that she was, wasn’t letting her go easy. She did ease up for a moment, but only so she could drag Migiri away from the ropes, so she could bend her some more, the big meanie. That wasn’t happening - no way, no how! Fortunately for Migiri, she knew a super, special secret move, one that she'd never had a chance to use before, but was perfectly suited to getting her out of a situation like this.

She reached up, grabbed the sides of Toshi-tan's leotard, and pulled up to give hr a nice, super-tight WEDGIE!

One of the more frustrating aspects about being a submissionist was the frequent heavy lifting you could be subjected to...and it was at times like these that Toshimi wished she'd been more adept at being a high-flyer or something. At least than she wouldn't be saddled with dragging a two-hundred pounds heavyweight from one side of the ring towards the middle. Who also just happened to be struggling and fighting back every slogging step of the way. The Venus of Submissions having to haul adversaries kicking and screaming back to the middle of the ring on numerous occasions, but it was always worth it in the end once she'd have them frantically submitting to her whim.

"...tch, finally." Toshimi let out a relieved sigh after finally yanking Migiri square in the middle of the ring, the submissionist wiping some labored sweat off of her forehead before beginning to reapply what she intended to be the game ending leg-lock. But laying onto the canvas with her back turned towards the infantile powerhouse came with an equally juvenile maneuver as Toshi balked from feeling her outfit snatched from behind, before it was wrenched upward for the most unbearable wedgie she's ever experienced. Needless to say Toshi abandoned the knee-bar immediately with a high pitched squeal and her outfit now flossed betwixt her supple butt cheeks, the Venus tumble rolling to the side with her thighs clapped together and nothing occupying her flustered mind other than tending to her pinched nethers and undoing the thonged alteration to her outfit.

The Wedgie was one of Migi-tan’s favorite moves, but she forgot to use it so often, and that was a real shame. No, she couldn’t exactly win a match with it, ever, it was a good, quick way to take somebody by surprise, and Toshimi proved that. Oh, boy, did she look surprised right now.

Needless to say, but the audience thought the whole thing was funny, and were having a good laugh at it. Migiri thought it was funny, too, but it was a little hard to laugh at stuff when it felt like your leg was close to coming off.

Hissing, she took a few seconds to reach down and rub her twisted limb, trying to fight off the numbness and get it back into working order. It wouldn’t stop hurting for a long time, but it would be good enough to use in a minute or so...but did she have a ‘minute or so’? It wouldn’t be too long before Toshi-tan got straightened out, and then…

Nope. Nopenopenope.

She scrambled forward on her hands and knees, crawling after her fast. Reaching out, she tried to wrap her arms around her fellow Wrestle Angel’s neck, pulling her in with one of the most complicated, intricate submission moves - a sleeperhold!

...well, the most complicated submission move she knew.

And here Toshimi thought that she'd become thoroughly accustomed to every manner of counterattack there was in the wrestling playbook. Even if Migiri had abruptly kicked her way and sent her flying forward with sudden outburst of strength, the strategy itself wouldn't have surprised the dark-haired submissionist in the slightest. But NOTHING...about this woman-baby could even remotely be considered conventional. Toshimi hating life in general at the moment as she kicked her feet into the canvas from what felt like the most tightened of chaffing feelings against her most sensitive of areas. A shameless wiggle came to her rump from all of her feet kicking until she'd finally managed to readjust her wrestling leotard down there and undo the wedgied alteration to her outfit...

...much to the dismay of the now disappointed fanbase. Toshimi meekly beginning to arise back to her hands and knees with rose-hued embarrassment painted across her flinching face, but not one second later would she be tugged backward with a yelp. Scrambling in resistance would get her nowhere flat, undulating about with her wrestling boots scrapping against the canvas until she'd finally come to settle down with her back spread flush against Migiri's abdomen and frilly outfit. Toshimi eventually started taking wheezing breaths with her panting mouth agape. Eyes scrunched tight with her hands, after frantically patting at the sides of the todder's fulsome hips, wisely settling down to clench onto Migiri's bicep and forearm that her head was wedged between.

Migiri had to admit, she reaaaaaaaaaaally like Toshimi’s outfit. It was so stretchy! And the way it had that little window at the chest was kind of neat. The purple and yellow were a neat kind of match, reminded her of Barney, and she liked the way it showed off the woman’s legs, made for a neat display. It was kind of weird, since she never figured Toshi-tan for one to care much for fashion, but that didn’t mean her taste was bad, she guessed.

”I like your outfit a lot, Toshi-tan!” Migiri giggled - as much as she could while she was still hurting - as she could Toshimi and locked her in the sleeperhold. She brought her lips close to the submission specialist’s ear and whispered in it, like they were sharing a secret between the best of friends...which they were, even if Toshi-tan didn’t know it yet.

”It looks nice on you...but it’ll look better on me.”

With those cryptic words, Migiri rose to her feet and lifted Toshimi along with her, but she didn’t stop there. No, she jerked back as soon as she was standing tall, pulled her opponent off the canvas, and brought her flying with her signature, Lullaby - a sleeper suplex that would have Toshimi coming down for a rough landing on her head.

What Migiri hay have failed to realize, and what Toshimi would have been keen to remind the infantile tyrant, was that most anyone's wrestling outfit can appear stretchy when tugged by someone who possesses as much unnatural strength as she does. The elasticity of a leotards fabric, as told to Toshimi by the wardrobe tailor who designed her outfit as she tried it on for the first time, was to ensure freedom of movement without sacrificing the figure-hugging tightness. A tactical and pragmatic response that Toshimi empathized with...but when she pointed at her boob window with deadpanned irritation, the designer made reference to "executive orders" and "stipulations in her contract".

Unfortunately, the outfit had become considered "iconic" by the time Toshimi had earned enough clout in Wrestle Angels to make some alterations to her leotard. Although she'd definitely begin regretting her compliance with her outfit once Migiri whispered her adoration of it...igniting a tinted blush and her eyes to go stark-wide from fully understanding the diabolical meaning by the hushed words breathed into her ear. She swallowed hard with fatigued struggling as Migiri hoisted her up to have legs dangle like a child's personal plaything being embraced with terrifying affection. She'd start gasping and sucking in air before being propelled backward in a seamless suplex that left the implanted submissionist utterly dazed and hunched over with her pert rump in the air.

Migiri wasn’t that good of a wrestler, and she kind of knew it. She was always trying to learn moves and stuff, but the training was always soooooooooooooo boring, and her teachers never let her take naps or bring along her favorite toys. So she never really had a chance to learn all those complicated moves that Toshi-tan did, and couldn’t do any super special throws or stuff like that.

But you know what she was super-good at?

Throwing people!

And she proved that as she sent Toshi-tan flying once again, this time coming down hard and flopping after the impact. She wound up with her butt sticking up in the air, which made Migiri giggle. As funny as it all was, though, the limp in her leg when she tried to stand up made her wince, reminding her of how she’d almost had to tap twice in this match already...a good sign that she should wrap this up before she had a threepeat.

”Hey, Toshi-tan! You look tired, huh?” She marched over, kicked Toshimi onto her back, then dropped down for a hard sit on the smaller woman’s chest, mashing her into the canvas with a schoolgirl pin. ”Just lay there for the pin, okay? I’m all ready to show you my playroom. You’ll love it! I promise!”

As Migiri dropped her weight onto Toshimi’s chest, the referee slid in and started the count, making sure not to get too close as she did. Whatever happened next, she wanted no part of it. ”1…!”

Toshimi should have just continued on her path towards becoming a lawyer. It's what her mother always wanted for her. And right now it was seeming like the wiser career path. Toshimi would have far preferred photocopying copious documents and spending nights perusing law books rather than...whatever it was that just happened to her. Which it turned out was being sleeper-suplexed by someone who was more than dangerous enough without needing to know such a high-impact maneuver. The entirety of the ring jostling somewhat from the submission queen getting hammered skull first into the canvas to a reflexive recoil up to her knees, hazed eyes half lidded and arms dangling before flopping forward like a defeated sack of potatoes for a lifeless face-plant.

Unflattering though her position was, and it was indeed considering how her backside was shamelessly jutting into the air, it was at the very least a moment of reprieve for a match that had just been nothing more than chaotic childishness. Toshimi was only just beginning to gather her thoughts before being flipped over by a nudging foot, where she'd expel all the air in her lungs through pursed lips with diluted eyes once the chipper toddler settled her massive weight right down on top of her. Eliciting a stiffened extension of her legs that slumped down to have her boots squeak against the canvas from fruitlessly squirming about, peeking one eye open from her grimace at the overbearing infant putting her in an inescapable pin simply by sitting on her. She gulped from all the terrifying allusions to her playroom...until...*...wait...overbearing...*

"Two!!"

"...your...your teddy bear fell." Toshimi wheezed out, alluding to Ringo whom after the sleeper suplex, had taken a plummet from the reverberations and was about to fall off the ring apron...

”Huh?”

Migiri spun about at Toshi-tan’s words, her curls dancing about as she spun. At first she thought her friend was just playing with her, trying to distract her or something silly like that, but no - she was right! She had been so caught up in her fun that she hadn’t noticed Ringo-tan topping off the turnbuckle and falling onto the apron. He was close to tumbling all the way, too, right on the edge. ”Help me!”

”Ohnononono!” Migiri hopped off of Toshi-tan before the referee could even finish her count, and bounded across the ring, leaping through the air with arms extended. She slid through the ropes and caught Ringo-tan just as he was falling, saving him from a dirt fate on the floor.

”Phew!” She breathed a long, hard sigh of relief as she pulled up to her knees and proceeded to wedge Ringo-tan safely under the bottom turnbuckle. ”Sorry about that, but you should be nice and comfy riiiiiiight here.”