The Random Select Tag Team Battle!

Migiri waited patiently while Gwendolyn stammered and stumbled. She only giggled when Gwen was shoved into her chest. She barely seemed to notice the bell ringing until Gwendolyn tried to daintily persuade the woman-child not to touch her luxurious curls.

However, after she was finished, Migiri's face dropped. Her cutesy appearance hardened into something dreadful and she reached out with her hand to tightly seize Gwendolyn's long ringleted lock. The other hand buried itself into the heiress' head and fingers dug into Gwendolyn's skull like Migiri was trying to palm a basketball.

"Wet's. Pway."

Despite being said in baby talk, Migiri's tone was harsh, cruel and commanding. It lacked any of the saccharine temperament that she first displayed. Migiri then bent her knees and used her horrible strength to lift Gwendolyn off her feet by the head and hair alone and heave her into the center of the ring as if she weighed as little as the dolly Migiri thought she was.

With apparently the mental faculties of a repressed toddler, Gwen began to entertain the idea that she could use that to her advantage. Though her last attempt may have failed, manipulating such a simple minded juvenile giantess should prove to be...well, child's play for the heiress. Regrettably, nothing was going Gwendolyn's way that night. Migiri's own evil intentions were no longer being masked by her baby faced cuteness, now shooting Gwen a chilling glare that practically stopped her heart.

Wide-eyed in fear, Gwendolyn realized her wise decision to back away from Migiri would no longer be an option. The tugging sensation in her scalp indicated her worst fears as the infantile opponents massive hands clamped tightly onto her cranium and practically immobilized the poor heiress. Scratching at the fingers digging into her skull, the heiress could hardly shake her head left or right as her frightened face had nowhere else to look except into the toddler titans dead eyes. Gwendolyn's futile squirming stopped altogether when she overheard Migiri's baby talk, though now with an ominous and menacing infliction that really brought home what the giantess meant by "pway."The eerie declaration rekindled those earlier feelings of dread before being hoisted through the air by her golden locks!!

"WaaaH!!" Migiri's terrifying power raised a few shocked eyes in the crowd as Gwendolyn was flipped overhead with extra airtime than anticipated before landing with a thunderous slam back first and in the middle of the ring. Recoiling to her side from the momentum, Gwen's hand briefly reached towards the rafters with her back curving in pain. Rollling over to lay on her chest with her face wincing in pain, the unlucky heiress would rise to her hands and knees before starting to crawl away in any direction Migiri wasnâ€t in before eventually finding the ropes. Gwendolyn would start to climb up thread by thread with the unlikely hope that the infantile wrestler wasnâ€t already breathing down her neck, distraught not only in her horrifying predicament, but that one of her illustrious curls may have gotten damaged from the woman handling!!

In a match where the audience wouldn't know who to root for, some people in the crowd would actually rally behind Migiri with a few cheers, indicating just how despised the pompous aristocrat was from her earlier actions in the league.

Tiffany was actually a little doubtful about Migiri's ability. Sure, size could give someone an advantage. But with Migiri's childlike demeanor, the Texas native wondered what would happen when the bell rang and cute talk had to give way to action.

Migiri answered that with bone chilling authority.

The cowgirl watched as the toddling titan hurled Gwen through the air.

By her head.

"Holy shit......" she breathed in awe.

As if nothing had happened, once Gwendolyn were tossed, Migiri hopped up and down and clapped her hands. "Wheeee! Eheheheh!" She giggled childishly and stomped after the retreating heiress.

"Heeeey! Where are you going? We're still pwaying!"

Migiri cleared the distance easily while Gwendolyn was trying to stand up. From behind her, she'd try to wrap an arm around Gwendolyn's neck and pull her off the ground. "I wanna pway! I wanna pet youw hair!" migiri would say as she nuzzled Gwendolyn affectionately.

"Ooooh, so soft and pwetty!"

After the ring rattling slam, even with her back pains Gwendolyn scampered to the ropes as fast as anyone who had just been flung through the air like a crash test dummy could, although apparently not fast enough to avoid the infantile giantess’ clutches.

"Hugh!!" The heiress gasped for air as she was brought to her feet not under her own will but by the headlock cinched in around her neck.  Her hands raised to clutch at the constricting arm as Gwendolyn cringed at the thought of what horrifying punishment the woman-child intended to inflict on-

*fluff*fluff*

Gwendolyn cautiously lifted one eye open at a time as she realized how Migiri spent her tactical advantage...feeling the giantess playfully cuddling against her fluffy curls and shuffling them around her head. The heiress stood stunned silent with a hint of red across her face from the embarrassingly loving embrace. Gwen couldn't even react to the outrage boiling up inside her, still in stone-cold disbelief at how utterly ludicrous this entire situation was. Flustered and confused towards the titaness' caring then slamming treatment of her, Gwendolyn shook her curly head to snap herself out of it. She just needed to get away from this terror, that's all!!!

"Un..hand..me!!" With Migiri hopefully too distracted with her snuggling to notice, Gwen would slyly bend her knees before leaping up to land both her feet on the top rope and spring board off them. Pushing backwards into Migiri, the aristocrat desperately counted on using the abrupt momentum to chop down this tree with the heiress still on top of her though hopefully dislodging the head lock.

Migiri stumbled back at Gwendolyn's feat of athletics. The womanchild gasped as The heiress tried to escape. However, even though Migiri stumbled, that was ALL she did. Gwendolyn had escaped the choke but Migiri's hand lashed out to snatch the agile heiress out of the air and pull her right up against Migiri's big chest.

Now the baby-woman held the blonde trusssed heiresss snugly cradled against her bosom like the baby Migiri pretended to be. She began to rock Gwendolyn in her arms.

"Awwwwwwww, so kawaaaiiii! Uwaaah!"

Migiri squeezed as hard as she could while she cradled and rocked Gwendolyn.

Styx whistled from the sidelines as Gwen tried to escape Migiri's clutches. Goldilocks had some good hops, she had to give her that, but there was just no getting away from a freak like this.

As fun as watching Gwen get mangled was, Styx was starting to get bored already. Tag battles. Bullshit. Being this close to a fight but not being able to throw a punch was annoying, but rules were rules. Not that she had a problem breaking rules, far from it. But there wasn't really a good way to get into the ring right now without throwing the match. She just had to stay open-eyed, look for her chances and hope blondie would live long enough to tag her, so she could either get in some pwah time with Honey Boo Boo or Annie Oakley.

She popped out a cigarette, lit it, and took a quick hit. Might as well do something productive with her time.

With the feel of Migiri losing her footing and her loosened grasp around her neck as a result, Gwendolyn twisted and turned her head until she seemingly fidgeted out of the cuddly headlock. While she intended for the spring board to plant Migiri on her back, Gwen was eager to take whatever she could get at this point...which wouldn't amount for much. In mid jump, before Gwendolyns boots could even hit the mat the infantile giantess would yank her back as if nothing had ever happened.

"Mmmph!!" Gwendolyn barely had time to gasp before the side of her dainty facial features were shoved firmly against the toddler titans heaving and cushiony chest, now swept off her feet and cradled affectionately in her arms like an infant!! The heiress' legs dangled limply once Migiri started swaying left and right, hugging Gwendolyn so tightly that her face was now fully engulfed by the baby-woman's bouncing bosom. Clutched deeply with limited movement possible from her opponents inhuman strength, and one of her arms trapped between their bodies, Gwen's weakened struggling wouldn't amount to much outside of some halfhearted shoving against Migiri's shoulder from her other arm.

The mere act of being treated this way was already making Gwendolyn subconsciously more submissive, her crimson red face moaning vibrations into the infants snuggling breasts.  From the gentle swaying and lack of breathable air aside from what her labored pants against the frilly costume could get her, pure unadulterated outrage was slowly devolving into a passive calmness. As if the embarrassing display couldn't have been any more mortifying for the hapless heiress, the mothering scene would almost make it appear as if Migiri was nursing her...

Migiri giggled at Gwendolyn's position and the way she could almost feel Gwendolyn's face pressed into her breast. She knew the pose, of course and was delighted to actually be doing it in reverse! The toddler titan was incredibly enamored with Gwendolyn and continued to affectionately nuzzle the poor heiress.

"You pway the best house!" Migiri said cheerfully.

She then began to sway Gwendolyn in her arms like she was a doll. "Wock a bye baby on the twee top! When the wind blows the cwadle will woooock~' She sung as she began to swing her arms harder and hard, squeezing while she spun her body and almost violently shook Gwendolyn against her. The scene was a grizzly display of childish innocence horribly twisted into something perverse.

In what was turning out to be a night of fresh outrages with each passing moment, the cuddled heiress found herself once again swaying helplessly while the infantile giantess reenacted whatever perverse fantasies she was notorious for. The vicious squeezing and harder rocking shook some life back into Gwen, overhearing the nursery rhyme and knowing full well how it ended...

Through the overly enthusiastic rocking the babied heiress was able to squeeze her arm free. Now dangling limply between the two and through the cradling, Gwendolyn slowly raised her arm behind Migiri with her hand pointed towards her smoking partner. Her hand shook as the heiress, throughout all the snuggling abuse and from out of sight of both the woman-child and the referee, was able to send an intricately woven message of supreme strategy and tact.

First a shaky index finger pointed in River's direction.

*YOU*

Then her thumb would extend as if she were hitch-hiking, though her thumb would point towards Migiri's back as she lifted it up and down at the elbow.

*HIT...HER...*