Mimi Monroe vs Spectre

[Eir]

Mimi had already committed the moment she shouted her move. Her spin was huge. Way too huge. For one glorious half second she thought she absolutely nailed the timing. Then Spectre ducked.

“…oh”

Mimi sailed past nothing but air. “I meant to do that, I meant to, I was just setting up the ne- !!” She turned around. Too late.

CRACK.

The Moonkick smashed into her temple and Mimi did not fall gracefully. Her whole body snapped sideways first, then she spun and got absolutely spiked into the mat in a chaotic starfish splat that rattled the ring.

She laid there. One boot twitching. Eyes unfocused. Out cold for the moment, breathing slow.

[Monsy]

That solved her issue.

No more thinking permitted! Hearing Mimi's plan wasn't on her action list. Everything that's happened proved she didn't it. And so when she landed, her initial reaction was to smirk, roll her eyes and survey the crowd. She strutted in a lap while the crowd booed at her. Angry dispositions were plentiful. How dare she silence their bubblegum bombshell!

After finishing the lap, she bent over and picked up Mimi's pigtails to lift her head off the mat. Then she sat behind Mimi's head, slung her legs around her neck and locked her ankles over Mimi's tummy. The pigtails were use like a duster to smother Mimi's face and brush back and forth.

"I didn't say you could sleep."

Then she did it again. Using all those hairs to tickle Mimi's face. She wanted consciousness... A peep of life so afterward she could then squeeze her legs together and see how she'd take being choked blue.

[Eir]

Mimi groaned as her head was yanked up by the pigtails, her face scrunching up immediately when her own hair started brushing across her nose and cheeks. “Nngh… h-huh…?” Her eyes fluttered open. The arena noise hit her a second later, followed by the realization that she was still trapped.

The tickling caught her completely off guard. She tried turning her head away, but the movement only made the strands brush against her face again. Her shoulders shook as she squirmed. “Stooop! H-Hey!!” Mimi kicked her boots against the canvas and reached up blindly, trying to bat the hair away from her face.

“I wasn’t sleeping!” she protested between sputtering laughs. “I was… uh…” She paused, unable to think of an excuse. “…taking a strategic nap!” Then the reality of her position set in. Her eyes widened. She could feel her opponent’s legs around her neck and torso, the trap closing around her from every angle.

Mimi grabbed at the legs around her, panic replacing the laughter. Her boots scraped frantically against the mat as she twisted and bucked, trying to create even a little bit of space before the hold could tighten further.