Bomber Kishima vs Migiri Oozora II - Last Woman Standing

Being slammed and pinned against a steel pole was painful enough, but on top of it Kishima then found herself being lifted and strangled by the neck. Under normal circumstances something like this, while painful, wouldn’t last long. The chance of being counted out or disqualified would likely lead to the bomber’s freedom after a few agonizing seconds. Unfortunately, such wasn’t the case tonight. With no count outs and no disqualifications, the giantess was free to strangle away to her heart’s content.

“Nghh!” Kishima managed to grunt as she frantically squirmed about in Migiri’s clutches. She swung her legs to kick at her foe’s gut, but couldn’t get much momentum behind them thanks to part of the ring being right behind her. So, while one hand held onto Migiri’s wrist, the other began to club away ferociously at the titan toddler’s forearm in hopes of forcing her to drop Kishima. Each second of constriction against her neck was excruciating, and she just hoped she’d be out of this mess before her windpipe could get crushed!

Now chokeholding Kishima against the pole, Migiri's face twisted into something sinister, as if the playful gtitan toddler soddenly had no qualms about squeezing Kishima's neck until her head popped. "We're having fun still, right, Ki-tan?" Migiri said darkly. Her voice was still velvety and childish but the tone was different. It now held some mocking to it and just a bit less of the innocence that it normally possessed.

With a sudden jerk, Migiri turned Kishima's body, still holding her by the neck and lurched forward, trying to slam her into the announcer's table with a sickening crash. Migiri was certain that playtime would be over after that, but she did admit that she had fun with Kishima.

Kishima’s struggles were proving utterly futile, and she remained trapped in the clutches of Migiri’s hands. The lack of oxygen was increasingly dizzying, and the pressure on her neck was outright excruciating. Not that that seemed to matter to the titan toddler. She seemed to enjoy every moment of Kishima’s agony. That was reflected quite clearly in that dark, sadistic tone of hers.

Then suddenly Kishima felt her body flying through the air, only to abruptly crash violently into the announcer’s table! Her face and the jolt of her body at the impact suggested she was shrieking out in intense pain, but no sound left her lips. The bomber’s body slumped down to the ground. She looked practically lifeless laying there while the ref began to count once again.

“One...! Two...!”

With Kisihima slammed brutally into the table, Migiri smirked. She crossed her arms and smugly looked down at the broken bomber. While the referee counted what Migiri could only assume was the end of the match, her sadistic face lightened up and she peered at Kishima.

"Oh, Ki-tan, you look sweepy! You can take a nap, it's oook! You look so pwetty sweeping wike that!" The titan toddler chirped.

“Three...! Four...!” the ref continued to count while Migiri happily and childishly talked to Kishima, sounding more as if she were talking to a tired infant than a proud veteran wrestler. And at the moment, there didn’t seem to be much of anything Kishima could do in response.

“Five...! Six...!”

But then the bomber began ti stir. It was weak movement, but her arms moved and her palms planted on the ground. Groaning lightly, Kishima shakily started to push herself back up.

“Seven...!"

A hand slung itself up and caught on to the edge of the announcers’ table, and she used it for leverage to pull while the crowd started rising to its feet in anticipation! Could the bomber muster the will to stand again in time even after her brutal collision?!

“Eight...! Nine....!”

With a shout and one final push, Kishima dragged herself up to her feet, leaning back against the table! The crowd burst into cheers and applause, while the bomber panted and stood there. She’d only barely avoided the ten count, and her body was still in quite a bit of pain. Even still she grinned at the titan toddler, held out her hands, and beckoned the giant to come at her.

Migiri's eyes widned as Kishima stood up. At this point, she wasn't surprised but what she couldn't believe was that the bomber was still begging her to come. "Oh, Ki-taaan." Migiri chirped and tilted her head. "You must have hit youw head too hard! You stiww want to pwaaay?"

Migiri beamed brightly and clapped her hands. "This is why you'we the best, Ki-tan!" Migiri chirped. She took two quick strides to clear the distance and swung her big arm at Kishima's chest with a simple clothesline to put the bomber back down to the canvas.

There was an opportunity for a bit of fun banter here, which unfortunately the still-winded bomber had to take a pass on. Regardless, the titan toddler obliged her invitation to come right at her, and this time Kishima was ready.

She ducked down underneath the clothesline while slinging an arm up across her foe’s chest and over her far shoulder, then attempted to jerk her body down to in an attempt to drive Migiri face first into the announcer’s table!

Migiri was surprised when Kishima ducked under the clothesline. Not that it was a particularly speedy one, but the titan toddler thought for sure with how Kishima barely survived the count that she would be unable to dodge even that. Migiri was wrong and paid for it when she felt Kishima's hand around her chest and shoulders. Before she could even gasp in surprise, she was being driven down unexpectedly into the announcer's table.

"Guuuhh!"

The crowd gasped as Migiri went down and crumbled into a giant heap. They then cheered Kishima quite loudly.

Hearing the roars of the crowd brought a small smile to the panting bomber as she dragged herself back to her feet. It was always a great feeling whenever the crowd got behind her, but especially now after she’d endured so much and finally managed to bring the titan toddler down.

“Count it!” she called out while taking a few shaky steps over to the side of the ring, and the ref almost immediately complied.

“One...! Two...!”

But, just because she’d scored a big hit on Migiri didn’t mean this was over. Kishima was more than happy to let the ref count away to ten if he could, but she was willing to bet her giant adversary still had enough in her to beat the count. That’s why as the ref counted, Kishima pulled up the apron of the ring, then crouched and reached out to grab some useful tools.

A table was the first to come out from under the ring, and was immediately tossed to the side for the moment. Then she emerged with a kendo stick in one hand and a steel chair in the other. After a second or two of careful consideration, she set the chair down on the ground but held onto the kendo stick. She held it high, drawing more cheers from the crowd, then refocused on Migiri. Kishima rested her free hand over her aching lower back, and took her time catching her breath while waiting to see if the titan toddler would make it back up in time.

migiri only groaned through the three count but as the fourth count hit, she ws slowly rolling onto her hands and knees. One hand grabbed her head. She was still a bit dizzy and she sniffled audibly. "That huwt!" She pouted as she slowly began to rise. "That HUWT, Ki-tan!" Migiri snarled and looked up at Kishima as she stood to her full height at the count of nine.

There was a fury in her eyes that was suddenly replaced by confusion as she saw the kendo stick. Even the big Migiri knew Kishima could level the playing field with foreign objects. She lunged at Kishima to try and snatch away the kendo stick from the bomber;'s hands.