Dakota Dwight vs. Migiri Oozora - Baby's Day Out

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or Knockout

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Migiri’s music played and the titanic toddler made her way to the ring, not looking at all happy. With a big pout, she  hugged Ringo-tan close to her chest as she walked and stuck her tongue out at the nasty audience, who kept booing at her and laughing.

Migiri was mad.

Super mad.

Super duper mad.

The maddest she’d ever been about anything ever.

She’d been that way for a while, now, and for a lot of reasons. The biggest was because of Toshimi Minami, and the match they’d had a few months ago. She’d been so happy to see Toshimi again, had been waiting so long for them to play together, had even planned on taking her back to her super-special-secret room for some funtime, but no! Toshimi had been so mean about the whole thing. She was so rude, always trying to get Migiri in her mean holds and bending her around and getting her all sweaty and icky and just being all kinds of rude.

In the end, Migiri had to tap, and you know what? She didn’t like that, not one bit, and she showed that when she gave Toshimi one of her biggest, hardest hugs in the ring. That was fun, but it was boring, so she had to go somewhere and get unbored after. She went all the way up to Toshomi’s house, hoping they could do something there together, but surprise surprise, Toshi-tan wasn’t there!

Beauty Ichigaya was there, though, and they had just the best time. Beauty was a wee bit reluctant at first, but after Migiri talked to her and hugged her and rammed her face into the bookshelf a few dozen times, they got along great. They hung out, told stories, and even traded outfits! Oooooooh, when Toshimi came home and Beauty told her about all the fun they had together, she was going to be so jealous! She would want another match, for sure, and then Migiri wouldn’t be so mad anymore.

It was gonna be a while till then, though, so Migiri needed something to let off some steam with until then, and she finally convinced the silly-billies in booking to give her another match, and one against a debuting wrestler. She was so, so, so ready for it, and made her way into the ring as her music started to fade, stepping over the top rope and shuffling over to her corner. She placed Ringo-tan on the top turnbuckle so he could have the best view, then turned her attention to curtains, waiting for her new friend to come out.  She really hoped the two of them could have a good time - she sure needed the pickmeup!

"Ptuh." Dakota hunched over the sink, spitting out a foamy of wide and seafoam. Filling her hand under the tap, her lips touched the gathering water to suck it  until her cheeks swelled. Swishswishswish. She tilted her head to the other side. Swishswishswish. "Ptuh!" The country girl smashed her lips together, taking in a deep mint flavored breath as she set her toothbrush down on top of the hard carry case she had pulled it from. Grinning she stared at her reflection in the mirror, gnashing her teeth and shifting the angle to make sure nothing seemed off. Pearly whites sparkling like they got a brand new coat of paint. Satisfied she rinsed off the bristle head and stowed it all away.

Mama had always told her to look her best before stepping into the ring. Looking good and feeling good always went hand in hand and you never knew who'd be watching. It's why she took the extra time to primp and preen. She smiled at the woman reflected in the mirror, pursing her lips and giving the air a small kiss. All done up nice, hair freshly curled, tasteful amount of makeup on and she was wearing that real nice bar, the one that gave her the good support and pushed her bosom up to flaunt her figure a bit. "They are going to love you to death."

Theme:

Dakota Dwight:

Dakota came jogging out from gorilla position, bristling with energy and charm, looking like she was just excited to be here. Hesitant audience member who may have been hesitant to cheer an unknown face gave Dakota a damn near standing ovation compared to her normal crowd down at a rec center of high school auditorium she used to perform in. It had less to do with the charisma she radiated like a sunny day and more to do with their dislike of who she was facing. The idea of someone being able to put the big baby to bed had people screaming out for her like she was one of them fancy movie star types. It felt great.

Climbing up onto the apron, Dakota stepped through the ropes with some added sizzle of slowly grinding the middle rope on her way in before stepping through, finally giving Migiri a good look. The blond flicked up the brim of her cap slightly, giving an impressed whistle as she admired the sheer size of her opponent. "Well shoot, somebody drank a whole lotta milk growing up. How you doing, sugar?" Dakota quirked a brow, glancing to the crowd as some needs started raining down for Migiri before looking back. She wasn't sure which one of them they were joking and name-calling but it seemed downright unnecessary.

"Name's Dakota, but you can call me DD, iffin' ya like." The rookie had a big grin plastered on her face as she took in the sight of the big woman. Sure liked those frills. Looked pretty fancy but she couldn't tell if it was more regal or servant like in nature. She had read AFW had folks in maid outfits so it wasn't a stretch. Anything goes in Japan, so wild. "Hope to have a good one, give these good people a nice show."

‘Dakota Dwight’.

That name hadn’t rung any of Migiri’s bells, so she didn’t know quite what to expect when her opponent stepped out. All she could figure was she was an America - she was preeeeeetty sure the woman was named after one of their states or cities or something. She didn’t much care about that, but it did make her a little worried. Sometimes the Americans could be really grumpy and mean and smelly, and she didn’t like fighting them too much. She hoped, super hoped, that Dakota would be different.

When she stepped out, Migiri smiled. Dakota was so cute! With her red hat and her short-shorts and her boots. She had this big, wide grin that she greeted the audience with, and they were so happy to see her. All this lovely, overflowing energy - yeah, Migiri could tell, she was going to be a lot of fun.

Dakota didn’t waste any time, coming down to the ring right away and slipping through the ropes. Migiri was getting excited now, and waved her way as her opponent came over and introduced herself. Very polite.

”I’m Migiri, but you can call me Migi-tan.” She threw Dakota a sneaky wink and stepped back, then thumbed towards her corner. ”That’s Ringo-tan. Say ‘hi’, Ringo!”

In response, Ringo-tan did...nothing. He tended not to move much when they were out in public, always so lazy. But he did have something to say. ”Hi, victim. Migi-tan, I wonder how her scream sounds with that accent?”

Migiri turned to Ringo-tan and gasped. ”I was thinking the same thing! I bet she makes the funniest scream ever. Don’t worry, I’ll find out.” She spun back around, noticed Dakota again and perked up, canting her head to the side ever-so-slightly as she spoke. ”Oh, Ringo-tan says ‘hi’.”

"Pleased as punch ta meet you Ms. Migi-tan." It was a Japanese thing to have all the weird little things on the end. She couldn't make heads or tails out of sans, samas, or senpais, whatever all that meant. She'd have to find some proper schooling for that maybe, being in the dark too long never tended to be good, unless you were trying to nap. When Migiri thumbed the corner, the blond leaned to one side, looking for another person at ringside. A tag partner, a manager, a mascot? Her brow furrowed coming up empty the first few passes until it settled on the teddy bear, the only thing out of place. She had never been good at finding the elusive Waldo so spotting the plushie had been surprisingly challenging.

"Oh, well howdy there... Ringo." Her eyes drifted between the large woman before her and the miniscule stuffed teddy left slumped against the post, making sure she got this right. It was a bit strange, almost like talking to a big kid… but that was fine. She was great with kids! "That's eh… a mighty fine bow you got there." Dakota gave a big smile, throwing a thumbs up to the distant doll, turning her focus back to Migiri. She blinked when the giant looked away and… was having a one-sided conversation with her teddy bear. Weird, but mama always told her not to judge folk on appearance. She'd let it simmer and keep things cordial.

"'Scuse me?" Dakota tilted her own head with a slender brow raised, bringing her pinky to an ear and giving the inside of her canal a small jostle to make sure her hearing was working right. What was that just now? Was she talking about her? The bell rang, but the country girl's attention wasn't on that at the moment. She shifted uncomfortably, reaching back to scratch the back of her neck. "Sorry, I… uh… think I misheard you Ms. Migi-tan. Coulda sworn you just said somethin' about funny screams."

She said her name!

Migiri squealed with glee when she heard it, so surprised to hear that coming out of Dakota’s mouth. So many people who wrestled her were always big dumb-dumb heads about it, never calling her what she wanted them call her, no matter how many times she asked or how many bones she broke. It was refreshing to have her ask it and for someone to actually do it in response for once. And then she had to go and give Ringo-tan a compliment, too.

”Heh, she’s got good taste.” Ringo-tan chuckled behind her, then whistled to get her attention for a second. ”Hey, just for that, go easy on her, okay. Try to leave a couple of ribs intact.”

Migiri simply shook her head and fluttered her eyes, as she wagged a finger back his way. ”I’m not making any promises, Ringo-tan.” She rocked on her heels for a moment, bouncing about as the bell rang, only snapped out of her revelry when Dakota spoke.

”Oops! I said that out loud. My bad, I’m sorry.” Migiri waved it off with a funny little laugh and a cherubic face. ”You’ll see soon enough, don’t worry. But until then-”

As much fun as it was to talk with Dakota and hear all the weird words that came out of her mouth, Migiri was ready to play, now. She was looking forward to seeing just how many hugs her opponent could take, after all, and that wasn’t going to happen if she sat still. Eager and energetic, she came rushing forward, arm out wide with a big step, and swung her arm out, so could tag Dakota with a lariat!

It was mighty loud here in this arena so it wasn't that strange she might have misheard something. For all she knew, maybe Migiri had actually said something in Japanese, which could have also explained the confusion. No biggie, not everyone was great with English here so she did her best to not call attention to it, that would have been rude. Dakota waved off the apology with a soft smile. It seemed likely this was all a stage fright thing and the other girl had the bear for help managing that. She wouldn't judge. "S'alright hun, you're good."

Dakota's eyes lit up the moment Migiri started moving, eager to tussle as well she rushed forward, running headlong at the towering woman. With a small smirk, the blond woman dipped low just at the last minute, skirting beneath the massive swing of her opponent's arm, using her momentum to continue running past. Hopping forward she twisted mid jump, sending herself hurtling into the ropes. With a snap of the cables she was sent back the way she came, barreling forward at full speed back to Migiri. With a hard kick off the mat she launched her body up, turning in the air to tilt horizontally, arms and legs wide as she tried to dive into the bigger woman with a cross body attack.

”Tag, you’re huh?”

Migiri came running, moving as fast as she could - which wasn’t that fast, to be honest. She didn’t like running, it made her sweaty and tired and hungry, and sweaty, tired, hungry people were just not that cute. It seemed like Dakota was faster, though, way way way faster, because she didn’t have any trouble at all ducking under it, making Migiri stumble forward so hard that her cap nearly flew off.

She wheeled around, looked up, and saw a wonderful sight - Dakota was flying. That made her so so so happy. She loved the super-happy-flying types. They were always jumping around, running about, trying to trip her up, but she always caught them sooner or later...and then they didn’t jump so much. She’d have to be super careful with this one and make it last.

Migiri opened her arms as Dakota flew into her and caught her the second their chests touch, reaching through and grabbing her between the legs and the shoulder. Holding her close, she beamed down at her opponent, as bright and cheery as the morning sun. ”Aw, that was sneaky of you, Dako-tan, trying to sneak up on me! I think you need a liiiiiiiiiiiiittle punishment.”

And that punishment wound up being a backbreaker! Migiri dropped to a single knee and brought Dakota’s back down hard against her thigh, making her back bend in the wrong direction. It was a good look for her, though, so Migiri decided to hold her there for a while - she planted one hand on Dakota’s face, clapped the other down on her thigh, and pushed down hard with both, seeing just how much her spine could take and making her abs shoot up to the sky.

Ducking the lariat had been cutting it close, the to get behind Migiri's arm had caused enough of the air to whip up that Dakota had to squint as she moved against it. No sense in worrying over close calls though, but something to take note of next time one of those big strikes came out. Away and back she came, flashing the larger woman a smile as they met eyes before the impact. Soaring she went, shooting high to try and catch Migiri off balance. It had been the perfect setup, good form and execution. The only issue was the big woman just… caught her. It was an awkward predicament, most of all because the sudden unexpected stop had managed to knock the wind out of Dakota a bit.

"Well… shoot. Good catch." The blond groaned softly, squirming in the big woman's grasp. At the mention of punishment though the country girl began to shake her head no vigorously. "I-its fine Ms. Migi-tan, you can just set me down right and pro-urgh!" In the giants hands someone of Dakota's build was like playing it a large doll. So easy to swing about, so delicate when it came to playing rough. The blond let out a gasping cry of pain as she was snapped over the titanic toddler's knee, unable to even be granted release with a bounce with Migiri pinning her in place. She hadn't bent much had first, but when the giant started to push even the natural order of the blond's body couldn't help but obey.

Dakota by normal standards was recently flexible. She could touch her toes, kick a leg almost vertical and just like mama, she had a split that'd make the fellas hoot and holler. It counted for very little here, a free leg kicking, her fingers prying at the hand clamped down at her neck. She hadn't uttered a word at first leaving the scene eerily quiet as her boots scuffed along the canvas and her labored breath heaved. There came a point though when her back was well past an angle it should ever reach where her nerves screamed up so much that her frantic struggling became something of a weak plea for freedom, belting out one of those screams of agony Ringo and Migiri would be delighted to hear.

Dakota did have the best screams!

Migiri squealed along in delight as she bent Dakota further and further down, really making her stretch out.She could see all the pretty muscles dancing along her skin, popping out, looking like they might get free, straining underneath, and the sight of it gave her this nice and warm feeling. ”You’re super-stretchy, Dako-tan!” Migiri smiled and gripped her new friend’s neck even tighter, digging in with her nails to make 100% sure that was the best she could do. ”You’re just like my dolls back home, only I don’t have to make-believe the screams! Waaaaaaaay better!”

Migiri enjoyed Dakota’s scream for a few seconds long, drawing it out, before she started to get kinda sorta bored with it - there was only so long you could get a good scream going, and she didn’t want to ruin her new friend’s silly voice. Satisfied, she pushed Dakota off and let her flop down on her chest, standing up as the smaller woman took a little rest on the floor. Tapping her chin, thinking, she stood up straight, her long shadow casting over Dakota. ”Now, what game can we play next?”

”Oh, I know!” Ringo-tan called out, waving to Migiri for attention. ”How about horsie? I bet Dakota’ll be real good at it.”

Migiri lit up and hopped up and down, clapping in delight. ”Oh, that’s a super good idea, Ringo-tan! Hear that, Dako-tan?” She beamed down at her new friend, eyes gleaming with delight. ”I’m going for a ride!”

Dakota might’ve been new to this game, but that was okay. Migiri showed what she meant quick enough, by leaping up over her body, kicking her legs up and dropping down on her back for a hard sit, coming down on her with full weight. ”Giddyup, Dako-tan!”

While Dakota was as pretty as a peach, her screams hadn't been quite as nice to hear for the rest of the onlookers as it had been for the private party of two she inadvertently had been booked to entertain for the evening. Perhaps it was due to her being so unprepared for what would be asked of her by Migiri that when it came to lasting fun, her southern songbird show of screams was a short lived performance. Bent to the point of breaking, it hadn't taken the amazonian woman to wrench and squeeze every drop of air from her opponent's lungs to the point she had been reduced to gasping whines and raspy grunts. Dakota had a good kind to tap there, knowing deep down she wasn't going to escape on her own, but the sheer surge of pain had taken her to the point of paralysis, allowing her little more than drifty, dumb flailing when what she needed was to submit..

Only when Migiri tired of stretching her out was she set free, given a graceless flop forward onto the mat like a ragdoll. She winced as she slapped the canvas unprotected. The bill of her baseball cap had hit first, being popped clean of her noggin to twirl along the top of the hat, spinning slowly away almost like a top in I'm it went still and lopsided. Dakota herself had a face full of the ring, body twitching as she lay motionless where she fell. She'd seen here fair share of walloping in her day, headed out a few of her own as well. This was nothing like the small leagues back home, no amount of experience she had I. The ring had prepared her for someone this freakishly strong.

"H-hear… wha?" Dakota mumbled in a daze, shifting her head just enough to plant a cheek on the canvas instead of her full face. This was already a disaster, what more could she even do? A blink of her glazed eyes brought clarity. Did she just say… ride? Her brain made a connection there, slow as it was and demanded she move. Her fingers curled along the mat and legs shuffled, too slow even gather herself up onto her hands and knees before the Titanic Toddler's weight came down across her back, smashing her back into the mat like a meteor that had come crashing down from space. She let out a pathetic help, almost like some sort of squeaky chew toy  as she was pinned under the other woman's weight. She kicked and clawed weakly at the mat but the pain was just too much. She had just escaped one hold, now with Migiri on top of her the burning in her back returned with immediate intensity.

"C-can't... y-yer too big for this." Even battered and bruised to the point of early exhaustion against someone who delighted Ed in breaking her to pieces, Dakota still couldn't get past her opponent's childlike nature. Perhaps that was why she tried to explain her shortcomings instead of begging for mercy… or maybe she was just that nice.