A Little Drop Of Poison

[BlackAkuma]

So far, things were going well for Halloween inJapan. Despite being one-half Japanese by birth, she’d never really connected with the country her father came from, never really locked into it, but now she was making up for lost time and she was loving it. She’d always been afraid that the post wouldn’t be accepting of her, that they would shun her mixed heritage, but that couldn't have been further from the truth. Everywhere she went, the people were accepting of her, were patient as she tried to learn the language, welcomed her with open arms.

And then there was getting the match she wanted straight out of the gate. She hadn't known what would happen when she made the challenge to Death Bunny - there was always the chance the woman wouldn’t accept, or that she wouldn’t even be in the building, and she would leave her hanging in the ring like a dumbass. Instead, she’d not only shown up, but shown up in grand style, making her acceptance known with an electrifying entrance. Now, Halloween was not only set to make her premier at a LAW PPV, but she was going to do against a legend in the business, a chance at wrestling immortality.

Everything was great, fine, perfect, couldn't be better, coming up dandy for Halloween. Everything except for one, tiny little problem…

Halloween needed money. Like…more than she had. Quite a lot more, really.

Even with the contract, relocating to Japan had taken up no small amount of her cash reserves. Getting an apartment in Tokyo wasn’t cheap, and if she was doing the math correct, she would scarcely have enough left in the bank to eat this month. She could make it up, especially if the match with Death Bunny did big numbers, but in the meantime she was in serious danger of hitting the red. There was always livestreaming she could do, sure, but that was an inconsistent revenue stream at best. So, with that in mind, there was only one thing she could do: Go hunting.

Halloween, on the prowl…

Halloween made her way through the hallways of the LAW arena with a hand in her pocket and whistle on her lips, looking as unassuming as possible. One of the few advantages of being less than five feet tall was that people easily overlooked you. They gave you a quick glance, shrugged and kept moving. You were a threat, you weren’t a concern, you weren’t worth their time. Made it all too easy to slip an easy hand in their pockets and make a quick withdrawal.

Back home, Halloween had perfected her technique. There was an art to it, you couldn't just go after any mark. The first step was findig the right person. Someone distracted, someone with deep, open pockets, someone that would never think anyone would steal from them, someone like…

Oh. Oh, yeah, she would do. She would do just fine.

Halloween moved in, trying not to be too obvious as she walked towards her target, and ‘accidentally’ bumped into her at just the right time to make the perfect swipe.

[Misfit_Alien]

Jiyuu June had been walking about the hallways of LAW, looking for something to do. She wasn't listed for a match anytime soon, and she had no other plans for the day, so she was trying to mosey about the arena in hopes of finding something to catch her eye or pique her interest. She turned around a corner, heading to the nearest little bar-and-lounge for a drink, maybe brainstorm and jot down a few ideas for a future video. Some ladies in the locker room had caught the eye of the frog-loving freak, and she wanted some new 'friends' to play with...whether in the ring or on camera. Either way, until she managed to either score a match or bump into someone worthwhile, the plump Japanese woman would be left to her own devices, bored out of her mind...

And speaking of bump-...

Jiyuu's Outfit

"Eh? What the-...Hey! Watch where you're going, twerp..." Jiyuu said, walking down the hallway, continuing on her way as if nothing happened. What a total BITCH. These lightweight hussies had no sense...their brains are probably smaller than their shrimpy bodies. The punk-ish Japanese woman made her way around the corner, digging into her pockets for her phone. She stopped DEAD in her tracks after a bit of searching. Her eyes widened, her hands shook, and her face twitched a little out of confusion and anxiety. Jiyuu found her phone in one pocket...as well as her wallet and keys. All her valuables were there. What was the problem? Why was Jiyuu acting so strangely all of a sudden? What had shocked the slutty Japanese wrestler so much that she looked to be on the verge of slamming someone's FACE into a WALL? Jiyuu's problem was that she had lost something worth FAR MORE to her than a LOT of other things. Something she valued as much as hard money and her phone. Money could always be earned again. Keys could be remade, and locks could be changed. Hell, even a phone could be repaired, replaced, and reused even in a shitty condition...but THIS...this thing she had lost? It was damn near IRREPLACEABLE. She fished around in her pockets, digging deep and checking her hoodie pocket as well, frantically searching, but she couldn't find it...but what was 'IT'...?

"FUCK!!! WHERE IS IT!? WHERE? WHERE? WHERE? WHERE? WHERE?!?!?! I KNOW IT'S HERE. I JUST HAD IT!!! FUCK ME!!! I don't go ANYWHERE without it. I remember grabbing it this morning and looking at it earlier today. It was in THIS pocket, so where the fuck is it?! Goddammit!" Jiyuu said, growing more and more furious by the SECOND. The irritation on her face was beyond visible...it was TANGIBLE...Many passersby were steering clear of her, some afraid for their safety as they turned back the way they came. What could she have POSSIBLY lost...?

[BlackAkuma]

And today’s sucker was…

Well, Halloween wouldn’t call her fat, but she didn’t look like she missed too many meals. Thick. Thick was a good word for it. Much bigger than she herself was, which didn’t say much since that applied to about 95% of the human population, but still. Not a bad thing, really. Hell, Halloween thought she was kind of hot. Nothing wrong with some meat on the bones.

Kind of familiar, too…

But, more importantly, all that size made her slow. Slow people had slow hands, which made them easy target. She was distracted, she was clumsy, she was perfect. Halloween bumped into her mark, and time froze as her tiny hands slipped their way into the pocket. This was the most important part of the lift - you had to get your hand in just long enough to do your business, but not long enough for your target to notice. The bump itself was a good distraction, but the impact would only mask the lift for half a second. Don’t hesitate, don’t deliberate. Graband go, snatch and split.

Halloween didn’t find a wallet, but she did feel something hard and round and small. Jewelry? Always a good pickup. People tended to not notice small things like this were missing until hours later. She scooped it up fast and spun about fast, clasping her hands together as she bowed. ”Lo siento, lo siento, no hablo inglés!” The stupid foreigner act always helped to sell the idea that she was just a clumsy, lost little girl. It was the perfect final touch, before she skipped away at high speed, disappearing behind a corner.

She was just about to keep going, too, when she stopped to actually look at the thing she had purloined, to find…

”What?” She narrowed her eyes on her palm. ”What the actual hell is

?”

It was a waste of her time and effort, was what it was. It looked like some silly thing you would get in a Happy Meal, something a preschooler would be keeping in their pockets, not a grown woman. She held it up to get a better look, as if it might show some hidden value if she got a better angle, but nope. It was just some silly little doo-dad. Maybe she could get a couple bucks for it at a pawn shop…did they even have pawn shops around here?

"Laaaaaaaaaaaame. Mierda."

[Misfit_Alien]

Jiyuu frantically searched for the item in question. It was a small charm that meant the absolute WORLD to her. The tiny charm accessory itself was basically valueless. It likely wasn't even worth pocket change at a pawn shop, much less thousands of dollars...not that a shop would even take it. At most, you could maybe barter with a kid for it at an elementary school...maybe score some spare change for it...but to Jiyuu, the thing might as well be worth millions, considering what it means to her. The plump Japanese woman called down to think for a moment. She wondered where it could've wound up. That's when she thought back to her steps for today. She had always felt the rustle and sensation of the charm in her pocket rubbing against her thick thigh...The only time she HADN'T felt that was in the past few minutes...and a few minutes ago, some random foreigner chick bumped into her, said something in a language Jiyuu didn't understand, and then ran off as soon as she appeared...She seemed like a total wimp. A stranger in a far-off land, a fish out of water...a clumsy little idiot who bumped into Jiyuu. But what if that little idiot was actually pretty clever? What if that slight stumble was taken on purpose?

Did...Did Jiyuu get robbed!? Was she the easy mark of some wannabe thief!?

The Japanese woman grits her teeth and turns around. She runs back the way she came, moving quickly through the hallway to try and find her little lightweight suspect. If Jiyuu were right about this girl, there'd be hell to pay. Her pockets ran deep. It couldn't have fallen out. The charm wasn't on a chain, so it wouldn't have made much of a sound if it was lifted from her pocket. Jiyuu turned the corner at the little intersection where she and the mystery suspect first ran into each other. She veered around and saw her a little bit down the walkway, and the first thing she noticed was the bright green, cutesy, frog-themed charm in the palm of her hand...the exact one that belonged to Jiyuu. From that moment onward, the frog-loving wrestler saw RED.

"YOU-!!!...You fucking rat-ass thief!!! You trashy-...shrimpy...pickpocketing BITCH!!! I'm gonna fucking THROTTLE you if you don't gimme back my stuff!!!" Jiyuu yelled, marching up to Halloween with a fiery, vengeful look in her eyes, clearly intent on causing her harm if she didn't book it then and there...

[BlackAkuma]

…mierda.

Halloween’s eyes shot wide as she heard the sound of an extremely pissed off plus-sized Japanese goth coming at her from behind. As proud as she was of her thieving skills, even she’d been caught a couple times. Usually, it was just a simple matter of pretending to be some little innocent schoolgirl who had no idea what was going on and was being bullied by the mean tourist who conveniently couldn't speak a word of Spanish. For obvious reasons, that escape hatch wasn’t available.

No. Here, she was all alone, in the middle of a building she wasn’t too familiar with, with a woman who looked like she could flatten her into paste and was pissed enough to actually try it.

”Uh, uh, espera, soy nuevo aquí, solo soy-” She brought out her most saccharine smile and waved her hands, waving the tchotchke about as she did, but the big girl wasn’t stopping. ”Fuck it.”

Halloween turned about and broke into a run, dashing away as fast as her little legs would take her. She was quick in the ring, but that was in her ring gear. Her jeans weren’t the best for long-distance sprints, and while she was willing to bet her pursuer wasn’t an Olympic runner, she didn’t like her chances of permanently losing this woman with a pure dash. She needed to mix it up.

On a whim, she bolted into the nearest door she could find, taking her into the woman’s locker room. Halloween nearly slipped on the tiles, but she quickly rolled to her feet and was on the run again. She could lose the Big Girl in here, all she had to do was find the other exit, and…

…and…

…where was the other exit?

…was there no other exit? Was the only way out of this the door she’d come through? That couldn't be right, that was a fire hazard. She was looking around for another way out, but she saw none, and she would have all of about two more seconds to look before she had some unpleasant company. ”Fuckfuckfuckfuck-”

[Misfit_Alien]

Jiyuu had found her little 'thief' currently palming her trinket right in front of her, likely examining its worth. Now, usually, anyone who happens to lose something so inconsequential and small would assume that Halloween had just found the object in question and was about to try to return it to its rightful owner...but Jiyuu wasn't 'normal'...and given the series of events that had led up to this point, she had the sneaking suspicion that nothing about Halloween's current expression of fear and panic screamed 'good samaritan'...Jiyuu was about to be within arm's reach of the girl, ready to grab hold of her and snatch her property back from her. The moment before contact was when she heard the girl speak Spanish again, only for her to drop the act and book it!!! Her eyes widened as she saw the small woman quickly bolt down the hallway at top speed.

That little...fucking...RAT!!!

Jiyuu was seeing RED now as she ran after her, trying to keep track of the girl by using the sounds of her frantic, rapid footsteps throughout the tiled floors of the maze-like corridors and hallways. Many backstage crew members and wrestlers looked on in confusion as the hefty, pudgy-bodied Japanese woman chased after the petite Spanish-Japanese chick. Jiyuu heard the commotion of a door closing and quickly realized where they were...having been in LAW for a good amount of time now, the frog-loving Joshi-wrestler grinned as she KNEW there was no way out for her little thief. She burst into the locker room by charging through the door, entering with a loud and violent -BANG- as the door flew open.


"Oh, you are SOOO dead, bitch...Next time you try to pickpocket someone, don't...especially when they're twice your size, you puny little prick-..." Jiyuu said, glaring at the now-cornered Halloween. "I'm going to give you ONE chance...Gimme my charm back, and I won't hurt you AS BADLY as I was planning to. I'll just rough you up a little, then we'll call it square...but regardless of what you choose, you're not leaving this locker room without taking a few lumps...You just get to decide how HARD you get hit and how many times I get to hit you."

[BlackAkuma]

…puny?

Halloween had been busy trying think of a way out of this when that word came out of her mark’s mouth, making her freeze up on instinct and glare her way. True, big girl had every right to be mad about having her stuff swiped. True, Halloween was, to put it nicely, vertically challenged. Diminutive. Of shortened stature.

A little person. Though she kind of hated that term, to be honest. Made it sound so bland.

But, bearing all that in mind, it didn’t mean she was going to take anyone’s shit, especially on that topic. The threats and promises didn’t even register, really - she already knew how she was going to react.

”Oh noes, jeepers creepers, help me!” Halloween shivered and shook and made her best scared face, before straightening up and waving her off. ”Fuck outta here, Hot Topic. The ‘puny little prick’ is Halloween Sonohara, and she ain’t the least bit scared.”

The two of them honestly looked like they could’ve shopped for clothing at the same place, but that didn’t stop her from making the dig.

”You want your little Family Dollar toy so bad? She let it jingle in her hand. ”Fine. You caught me, it’s yours. But step aside or see how tall you are when you’re flat on your big ass, comprende?”

With the line drawn, Halloween dropped the toy at the woman’s feet and proceeded to try and. walk past her, perfectly willing to push her aside if need be. ”Crazy chick losing her mind over a two-cent toy, crying out loud…”

[Misfit_Alien]

...'Family Dollar toy'...'Crazy chick'...'two-cent'...

Those words echoed in Jiyuu's ears as Halloween got closer and closer. The trash talk and the idle threat weren't the things that bothered her. Jiyuu just wanted her charm back. She couldn't give a rat's ass about what Halloween thought about her clothes or her body. All she cared about right now was the GIFT that her BEST FRIEND gave her. Something that was worth MILLIONS in the eyes of the frog-loving, pudgy-bodied wrestler...something Halloween could NEVER comprehend. Or, as it seems...never RESPECT, as the small woman DROPPED the charm on the floor...right...in front...of Jiyuu. From that point on, the Japanese woman saw nothing but RED as she began to fume. As Halloween walked by, Jiyuu spun around and grabbed the chick by her hair, yanking on it as HARD as she possibly could in order to swing her back over and THROW her to the tiled floor of the locker room!!!

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME!? YOU STUPID, STUPID FUCKING RAT!!! ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS HAND IT BACK, AND YOU COULD'VE WALKED OUTTA HERE WITHOUT A PROBLEM!!! BUT YOU JUST HAD TO THROW IT ON THE FUCKING GROUND!? I'M GONNA FUCKING SQUASH YOU LIKE THE DAMN BUG YOU ARE!!!" She yelled, bringing her foot up and kicking away at Halloween's midsection in a ferocious eruption of rage. "YOU DON'T!!! GET TO PLAY!!! WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S SHIT!!! LIKE IT'S JUNK!!! MY FRIEND GOT ME THAT, AND I REFUSE TO LET YOU TRASH IT, YOU SHRIVELED LITTLE SACK OF SHIT!!!"

[BlackAkuma]

”...crying over some crap you got out of a Gacha machine. No one cares about your silly little Happy Meal OW OW OWFUCK!”

Halloween’s night immediately took a serious, painful turn as she felt her pigtails being yanked, gripped by strong, implacable hands and yanked through the air like she was nothing more than a stuffed toy. She came down hard on one of the benches, then tumbled over it, fell to the floor, and only came to a stop when her back hit the locker room.

It was a bad ride, and it left her dazed on the locker room floor, eyes watering, head spinning, her world thoroughly rocked. The big bitch was screaming at her, bellowing her way with shouts of rage, but Halloween was so out of it that she couldn't quite make out everything she said. Something about a friend? Trash? A sack of shit? She assumed that last part was directed at her, but everything else…

Halloween wasn’t given much time to contemplate it before a foot slammed into her gut, folding her in half, with enough force to send her skidding a few feet away. She went into a coughing fit and rolled over to her knees, while she cradled her aching her aching breadbasket.

”Go-” She tried to get a word out through the coughs and wheezes. [color=#fff8000]”Go fuck, go fuck-”[/color]

Eh, screw it, she’d just throw up a middle finger.

[Misfit_Alien]

Jiyuu growled in response, walking over to Halloween while she was still winded and gasping on the ground, clutching at her gut while desperately trying to suck air back into her aching lungs...however, the woman also decided to act a tad irresponsibly as she stuck up a middle finger toward the frog-loving Japanese woman, earning more ire from the plump-bodied woman who would continue to teach the smaller gal a lesson, grabbing her by her hair once again and giving her a harsh slap across the cheek, and then another with the back of her hand, delivering a quick one-two bitch slap combo that would see Jiyuu smacking Halloween silly as she released all her frustrations onto the woman, taking care to REALLY dish out the pain until Halloween got it through her thick skull that she fucked up BIG time...and that her thieving ways and smart-ass mouth would only serve to dig the petite young woman a grave multiple times bigger than herself.