It seemed obvious that Sōta had the high ground in the match, but Tomonori wasn't going to back down: he worked up the strength and began to push his rival's overhanging chest away.
"You know, when I first started, I too thought sumo was all about getting bigger and fatter..." Tomonori said as he moved his arms from Sōta's chest to his hips, ready for the yorikiri that would settle the score once and for all. "But as I began practicing, I realized... it's not about looking bulkier than the rest... It's about the strength within! It's about force of will! It's about-!"

Tomonori's monolog was cut short as he felt a sudden, sharp, intense pain in the stomach. He could hardly catch his breath, and it didn't take long before he fell to his knees. Something was clearly afoot, but Sōta didn't seem to care: "HA! Someone ate something spoiled before vresling! Sorry not sorry, Tomonori, but I, Sōta Nakakuma, has won this match!"

"Kinjite..." came the voice of a young girl who saw what had really happened, to which Sōta responded "What was that, Harumi dear?"

"I SAID YOU CHEATED!"
Harumi yelled as she slapped her ex across the face. "I saw you punch Tomonori in the gut! You can't strike the opponent with a closed fist in sumo wrestling!"
"Yokozawa is right." said Kajinosuke as he aided his wounded son. "A kinjite like the one you pulled on my boy is grounds for hansoku, which means disqualification!"
"And another thing, Sōta..." finished Harumi, "don't you EVER call me dear again..."