Nightmares in the Making - Lovers Inose & Halloween Sonohara vs Mirika Hanatsuru & Yakura Shiranagi

[RingRose]

Continued from here

Mirika’s eyes lit up the moment Lovers began her excited ramble, her head tilting slightly as she listened with deceitful delight. The bright, bubbly smile on her face widened into a saccharine sneer as the words poured out, her hands clasped together in front of her chest as though she were genuinely touched by the enthusiasm.

“Oh my gosh, aren’t you just the cutest!” she chirped, practically bouncing on her heels as she leaned in slightly, her tone overly sweet and affectionate. “You still have my album? That’s, like, suuuper loyal of you~ Maybe I’ll sign it for you after we're done playing…” she continued lightly, her eyes flicking down and back up again. “Assuming you’re still conscious that is”

Yakura, meanwhile, had not reacted nearly as warmly. Her gaze remained fixed on Halloween, unblinking and analytical, as though she were already dissecting her opponent piece by piece. Kiyora stood just behind them, watching it all unfold with quiet satisfaction, her earlier amusement settling into a composed, almost regal calm as she observed both sides. Her eyes moved briefly between Halloween and Lovers, then back to her own faction, as if everything had fallen into place.

“It seems we have an understanding.” she said smoothly. “Well then… have fun.” A faint smile curved her lips as her tone turned just a touch more indulgent. “Onika and I will be watching from ringside. I don’t expect this to take long… but do try to make it entertaining. Our new fans deserve a proper show.”

With that, Kiyora stepped through the ropes, Onika following close behind as the two settled at ringside, leaning casually against the apron with smiles as wide as they were wicked. Inside the ring, Mirika and Yakura remained, the referee stepping in to check them over as they prepared. Mirika bounced lightly in place, already brimming with energy as she turned toward her partner, eyes sparkling.

“Ooooh, Yaku-chan, can I go first?” she asked sweetly, clasping her hands together. “Pretty, pretty please?” Yakura exhaled softly through her nose, her expression unchanged as she gave a small, dismissive nod before stepping out onto the apron, resting her arms along the top rope with a look of quiet disinterest.

The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing ENCORE… weighing in at a combined 258 pounds… MIRIKA HANATSURU, THE CHERRY BLOSSOM IDOL… AND HER PARTNER, THE LILY IDOL… YAKURA SHIRANAGI!!!

Appearance

Appearance

Left in the ring, Mirika gave one last bright smile toward Lovers and Halloween before stepping into position, rolling her shoulders as she settled in, her posture loose and playful. “Now then…” she hummed, tilting her head slightly as she looked between them. “Which one of you cuties wants to dance first?”

[BlackAkuma]

This whole thing was probably a bad idea. Probably. Maybe. Certainly.

Halloween watched as the two women - Kiyora and Onika, she was still working on memorizing the names - left the ring and proceeded to enjoy the best view of the match in all the arena. While she didn’t know any of these women, they struck her as assholes, and Halloween had known more than a few of those in her time as a wrestler.

It meant they had an uphill battle ahead of them. It meant that, more than likely, the other two chucklefucks would try to screw them over and interfere. It meant that, even if they pulled a win, there was a zero percent chance that the other idols wouldn’t go for a post-match beatdown. Coming out victorious here would be hard. Damned near impossible.

Which made Halloween want to do it even more. If she didn’t like taking risks, she wouldn’t have joined a sport where most of her opponents were literally twice her size. She wouldn’t have taken on Death Bunny in her first match. She wouldn’t have a finishing move that required her to ram her head into another person’s skull.

The daredevil in her was eating well, but the strategist was still trying to make heads and tails of the situation. Yakura had been mean-mugging her for the longest time now, and while Halloween of all people could appreciate a good death stare, it was starting to worry her. That was thinking, the smart one.

Not to say the other one was an idiot, though. She was giving off serious Annie Wilkes energy. Smiles on the outside, psycho on the inside.

Problems, problems, problems. But she’d solve them.

”And their opponents, at a combined weight of 214 pounds-

”208! I’ve been dieting!”

The announcer blinked, showed her annoyance with grinding teeth, then continued. ”...210 pounds, Lovers Inose and Halloween Sonohara, Scary Love!"

Huh, LAW remembered their old tag team name, that was cute. Halloween would be lying if she said it didn’t give the warm fuzzies to hear it again, but she could gush later with the replay. Business time.

Mirika seemed to be starting, with Uber Goth standing on the ring for now. That worked just fine for Halloween, and she perked up when the question was poised. After a moment of thought, she turned Lover’s way.

”Hey,” She nodded her way. ”You want to start?”

Lovers lit up with a smile so sweet it came with a dentist’s warning, and she started bouncing in time with Mirika. ”Heck yeah, I’d love to-”

”Then I’m starting.”

Halloween swore, she could hear the air flying out of her deflated ex, as she dropped her jaw and looked over, utterly gobsmacked. She pouted, putting on puppy-dog eyes that used to get her everything she wanted back when they were dating, but she was immune to that effect. ”But, but, but-”

[”But nothing.] Halloween spoke in Spanish, so she could converse with Lovers in semi-private…assuming Mirika didn’t know the language, of course. Lovers wasn’t super fluent herself, but she’d gotten decent while they were dating. The woman could learn fast when she put her mind to it. [“You’re still in fangasm mode. She’ll rip you up, she’s counting on that.”] Halloween gave Mirika another look-up-and-down. [“Relax, look and learn, and I’ll let you in after a couple minutes. ‘Kay?”

Lovers let out a long, exasperated sigh, but she did as asked and slunk her way back to their corner, as Halloween turned to face Mirika. She smirked and folded her arms, standing tall and proud. ”You’re dancing with the dead, Ms. Cherry Blossom.” The referee was already coming over for a quick pat down, checking for any weapons. Where Halloween would’ve hidden them on this outfit, she didn’t know.

”One thing before we start, though. Have to ask.” She canted her head to the side and rubbed her chin. ”What’s your favorite scary movie?”