Bomber Kishima vs Migiri Oozora II - Last Woman Standing

Even after all of this, it still somewhat pained Kishima to hear Migiri bawling like that. But she couldn’t afford to let that get to her. No matter how she dressed and acted, Migiri Oozora was a grown woman, and a dangerous one, who was here for the purpose of battering Kishima unconscious and using her as a toy and playmate.

Keeping all that in mind, the bomber panted as she steadied herself on her feet, then forced herself in a brief run to close the short distance between them. While Migiri was hunched over, Kishima attempted to sling an arm around the giantess’ neck as she ran, before jumping forward and kicking her legs out in an attempt to bulldog the titan toddler right onto the broken remnants of the table they’d broken moments ago!

Migir was still hunched over, balling as Kishima stood up and reached for her head and snatched hold of it. Migiri jerked backwards and shoved with all her might, trying to pull herself free from Kishima, even as the bomber dragged her forward and kept her hunched over.

As Kishima jumped, Migiri was tossed off balance and crashed into the remains of the table and groaned as she slumped against the ground. Her eyes were shut and she panted softly, like she was asleep.

Immediately after the bulldog, Kishima scrambled over to the barricade and pulled herself to her feet. She got up quickly, but the look of anguish on her face showed she was anything but fine. Fatigue and pain were wearing heavily on her, and she needed to find a way to keep Migiri down for good. A bulldog onto the table pieces was good, but chances were it wouldn’t be enough. Still...

“Count it!” she called out to the ref while stumbling around the ring. She turned the corner and moved to the next side, then pulled up the apron and started pulling everything she could out from under, and threw it all into the ring. A couple chairs, a stop sign, a trash can, a mop.... And then she found another table. The crowd started to mutter and gasp as she dragged it out and unfolded the legs. After her bad experience with another table only minutes ago, you’d think she’d be keen on avoiding those from now on, right? Wrong.

Kishima positioned the table just behind the steel ring post of the nearest corner, then moved further along the apron until she found the last piece she needed to put this little puzzle together: Ringo. The bomber grabbed the beloved stuffed teddy bear, and carried it with her as she started to climb up the corner nearest to the table she’d set up. If Migiri hadn’t gotten up by then, she imagined she’d likely be there soon.

“Oh Mi-tan, look what I’ve got~” she say in a playful tone while holding Ringo up high so Migiri could see. Baiting the titan toddler like this was dangerous. But for what Kishima had in mind, she needed to get the giantess into high risk territory.

Migiri was stirring by the count of three. Pushing herself up and scrubbing her head with her forearm. Whimpering softly, as the referee counted, she was slow to get up. It was hard to say whether she was catching her breath or really needed the time, but she nearly missed the count, standing up by nine and just missing losing.

She furrowed her brow and petulantly shoved the referee when the girl came into her view. Her greenish tresses were wild and sweat shined on the exposed parts of her body. The titan toddler even looked a little frazzled as she turned around to hear Kishima's call.

"Ringo-tan!?" The girlish chirp escaped her mouth and her eyes widened. "Kiiii-taaaan." Migiri growled cutely, marching over to where the bomber was. "If you huwt him, I'ww have to get mean." She growled, as she pushed against the table. "If you want to pway so badly, then you hand him back and we can keep pwaying!" Migiri lashed her hand out and demanded the return of her precious stuffed bear.

Things were looking good so far. Taking Ringo definitely had grabbed Migiri’s attention. But now the Bomber needed to take it a step further to lure the titan toddler up onto the turnbuckles where she was.

“I don’t think so~ You’re gonna have to come get him yourself!” Kishima responded, keeping her tone to a playful taunt. But just in case that wasn’t enough to motivate Migiri to come join her, she decided to take it one step further. This was where things were about to really venture into “poking the bear” territory.

“If you don’t....” Rather than finish her sentence, Kishima held one hand around Ringo’s neck and the other around its legs. She was threatening to rip the stuffed bear apart!

"It's not FUNNY, Ki-tan!!!!!"

Migiri screamed and stamped her foot as Kishima continued to hold Ringo hostage. There was rage in the titan toddler's eyes, but surprisingly enough, there was more of the childish insolence than the flashes of real anger that had surfaced before. Unsettling, though, was the fact that perhaps Migiri's petulance would be scarier than the woman behind the child actually being angry. That was hard to tell, but Migiri was coming for Kishima.

She hopped up on the table and toddled precariously towards Kishima before lunging at her, taking a skip to step on the apron and reaching out desperately for Ringo. "You give him back NOW and I might THINK about being nice!"