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

[RingRose]

Mirika barely had time to steady herself before Halloween was on her again. The sudden fistfuls of hair earned a sharp yelp from the idol as she was dragged upright, her smaller frame forced up onto unsteady legs while the crowd roared around them. For a split second she tried to pry at Halloween’s wrists, pink eyes narrowed with irritation, but the little nightmare moved fast.

“W-Wait!”

Halloween dipped low and hooked her cleanly, and suddenly Mirika’s feet left the mat entirely.

Mirika folded overhead as Halloween bridged through the Northern Lights Suplex, the back of the idol’s shoulders and upper spine smacking hard against the canvas before her legs kicked upward from the momentum. The ring shook beneath them as the crowd popped loudly for the clean throw, the referee immediately sliding into position beside them.

ONE-!

Mirika jerked violently at the count of one, twisting a shoulder free before snapping her legs downward to break the bridge. The kickout came fast, but the annoyance on her face afterward was impossible to miss. She rolled onto her back clutching briefly at the back of her neck, breathing harder now as strands of silver hair spilled messily across her face “Ehehe…Rude!” she half giggled half muttered, as she pushed herself onto one knee, eyes carefully studying her opponent as she braced herself for a possible follow up attack.

[BlackAkuma]

Ha! Halloween was glad to know that her Northern Lights was still top-notch. It was a move she used often in training, but hadn't had the opportunity to bust out in a long time, but she still had the right body to make it hurt when her opponent was small enough. Good bridged, standing up on the toes, perfect arch of the back, nothing wrong.

Of course, perfect technique didn’t mean the move would put Mirika down, nor did Halloween want it to. She would’ve been severely disappointed if that ended things - it would mean ENCORE was all garnish, no meat, and beating someone like that wouldn’t do much for their stock. Sure enough, Mirika kicked out the pin, and emphatically at that.

Good. Great. Halloween sat up after, and her wicked smile grew an inch longer when she heard Mirika’s mutterings. That meant the message was heard, loud and clear: I can put you down, chica. Anytime I want.

The first message of so many that Halloween planned on sending.

Halloween needed to keep this train moving. Wasting little time, she reached over, grabbed a couple of handfuls of the woman’s shimmering hair, and pulled her up, forcing her to stand. As soon as she was up, Halloween jerked to the side, pulled her through, and tried to send her off running to the nearest neutral corner with an Irish Whip, throwing herself forward to get the most out of it.

As soon as Mirika went off, Halloween ran after her, only a couple of steps behind. The moment she turned and hit the pads, she’d leap up, swing out, and try to ram her elbow into her opponent’s face at full speed.

[RingRose]

The scary girl was having far too much fun at Mirika’s expense. Unfortunately, she wasn’t in much position to argue as Halloween’s fingers buried into her hair and sent her racing toward the corner with a hard Irish whip. Mirika stumbled into a full sprint, boots pounding rapidly against the canvas before her back slammed into the turnbuckles.

“Ah-!”

The impact jolted through her spine, but Halloween was already charging in behind her at full speed. Mirika sucked in a quick breath, amber eyes widening just slightly before narrowing again with sudden realization. Just as Halloween leapt in with the elbow aimed for her face, Mirika threw herself backward against the turnbuckles at the last possible second. Her hands caught the top ropes for balance as both legs snapped upward, compact body folding sharply before she thrust both feet straight into Halloween’s face with a sudden corner dropkick!

“Too slooow~!”

If the counter connected, the impact would send Halloween crashing back to the mat while Mirika rolled smoothly back onto her feet. The idol wasted no time after that. She bounced onto the bottom rope, sprang to the middle, and climbed to the top turnbuckle in one fluid burst of motion, balancing effortlessly above the ring while the rest of ENCORE watched from the apron with approving eyes.

“Smile for the cameras, scary girl!”

Mirika paused just long enough to flash a sugary smile toward the crowd, her thumb and forefinger forming a tiny heart that lit up on the arena screen above her. Then she launched herself from the top rope, driving down with a diving elbow aimed straight for Halloween’s chest, before immediately mounting her downed opponent and hooking the leg for a pin!

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[BlackAkuma]

Lovers knew she could be a little…well, she didn’t like the word ‘slow’, since she was pretty fast with stuff when she had to be. But she didn’t always process the world as well as everyone else did, she knew that. Sometimes stuff flew over her head. That was why it was good to have Halloween around, since she was so good at catching stuff when that happened.

But if there was one thing Lovers knew, it was wrestling. She had a good sense for people in the ring, the way they moved, body language. ‘Spatial intelligence’, her mother had called it. It helped her put together stuff easy when she was a kid, and it helped her read people in the ring.

And right now? All that intelligence was sending a bright red flag to her, as Halloween rushed down on her. ”Inez, watch out for-”

It was too late. Halloween wound up eating a faceful of foot, knocking her to the ground and leaving her loopy. She was still out of it as Mirika scaled the ropes and went airborne, coming down on her with a halo drop of an elbow, right to the chest.

Lovers winced as Halloween let out a weak, raspy cry at the impact and tried to roll away, only for Mirika to catch her with the quick pin. She started to step through the ropes, ready to break the pinfall with a lunging leap, but that turned out not to be necessary - Halloween kicked out just after the first count.

She was still hurting, but she managed to shoot a harsh look Lovers’ way as she laid on her back. ”That name, Hanako. Not that name.”

…right, Halloween didn’t like to be called by her American name, except for private, personal moments, which they hadn't had in a while. Lovers had always liked that name, though, and she sometimes slipped in the heat of the moment. ”My bad!”